Friends til’ the end

Rose turned her Kia down a narrow road, the colorful leaves of autumn rustling in the wind along the pavement as she drove. “Beaver Ave.” she chuckled to herself, often amused by some of the street names here in these cushy New York suburbs. How do they even come up with these? She thought, reaching for the volume dial and turning it up as the catchy, airy vocals of her favorite song filled the car. Her stomach fluttered a little with anticipation as she thought about her friend that she was heading to meet. What’s it been, 3 months? 4? She honestly couldn’t remember. Ever since graduating school and settling into their careers, Rose found that the time she once cherished with her best friend Megan was fewer and further between. They sure had shared a lot of great memories though, of endless nights spent holed up at home, eating snacks and playing games as they went over the most intimate details of their lives. There was almost nothing that they didn’t already know about each other. Well, almost everything. Meg had even accompanied her to get her very first tattoo. A feather with her late brother’s name etched into her upper arm, with a dispersion of black birds sweeping across her pale shoulder. It had meant a lot to her that Meg had been with her that day, though the tattoo artist had been way too much of a flirt. He was nice though. What was his name, Justin? She could still visualize his steely, serious gaze as he concentrated on her arm, and how he had even mentioned at one point that he was from Washington. The rest of that day was spent hanging out by the pool, sharing a bowl as they talked about life and how they should plan a trip to the west coast before the summer was over. A trip that never came to pass.

As she drew closer to her friend’s house, Rose recalled that there was something Meg had really wanted to talk to her about. She had tried to press her about it over the phone, but Meg said that it would be easier to talk about in person. She sensed hesitation in her voice, and if she didn’t know her friend any better, she would say it was even fear. But Rose did her best to respect her best friend’s wishes and assured her that whatever it was, they would talk about it and figure it all out. They always did. She had even stopped and picked up a bottle of wine to share like old times, confident that she would just swoop right in, like the heroine she knew Meg needed right now.

Before long, she was turning into the long driveway of the double story home, her tires crunching along the gravel as she approached. She was aware that Meg’s fiance was going to be away for the weekend, so it would just be the two of them that night. Probably for the best. She thought, swiping her curly auburn hair over her shoulder as she put the car into park and gathered up her bag with the bottle tucked inside. As she stepped out into the crisp evening air, she felt a chill nip at her skin. Autumn was always her favorite season, and she couldn’t help but draw in a deep lungful of the scent of dried leaves, savoring the sweet, earthy aroma that she adored oh so much. Gripping at her jacket, she pulled it closer around her, realizing that the graphic tee and jeans she chose just barely shielded her from the cold. Eager to get inside the house, she made her way up the cobblestone walkway to Meg’s front door. She rang the doorbell and knocked once, twice, and then waited for Meg to answer. When minutes went by and there was no response though, she whipped out her phone and shot her a text. Here! ☺ But there was still no answer on the other side. She even called her phone but alas, nothing.  Weird. Thankfully though, she was aware that Meg had kept a spare key under one of the planters on the porch, and went to check if it was there. Score! She felt a little weird about letting herself in, but at this point she was kind of starting to worry. This was extremely unlike Meg, after all. Turning the key, she opened the door and stepped inside.

“Meg? I’m here!” Rose called out, taking off her black converse and glancing around the empty home. It was quiet. Still. And a bit eerie. She was beginning to feel a bit weirded out in fact, and wondered for a moment if her friend was just playing a trick on her. She slowly began to walk about the foyer, and then started up the stairs to Meg’s room, her senses peeled as she gazed about the dark, empty hallway. If this was a joke then she was sure as hell slaying it. She strode steadily down the hallway towards Meg’s room and pushed the door open, glancing around at the open space. “Seriously where are you?? Okay I give up!” Rose called out again, sighing in exasperation and frustration. She was about to check the closet when something caught her eye. Movement that froze her in her tracks and for a brief second, made her heart nearly stop. Standing there on the center of her own bed, was her friend, and she was maybe just three inches tall! She was waving her arms, her voice small and barely perceptible as she called across the room to where the redhead stood staring at her as if she had just seen a ghost. In disbelief and light headed from the shock, Rose began to walk towards her, her gaze only growing wider the closer she got. “M-Meg?…is that…no…” Rose stammered, her jaw agape and her icy blue eyes like dinner plates as they struggled to take in the sight before her. “H-how…I mean…this is crazy! How the hell did you get so small??” The words felt silly coming from her own lips as she took a seat on the bed beside her, the weight of her bottom depressing the mattress and causing her friend to stumble back in surprise. She reached out for her but stopped herself short, allowing Meg to pick herself back up, all while trying to remain calm. “Okay, you have to promise me you’ll stay calm and not freak out!” Meg warned shakily. She was standing there completely naked, with her blonde hair tousled and unkempt from her previous activities the night before. “Were you at a party?” Rose leaned in, studying her intently. “Y-yes I..I was. And I think one of the guys I met gave me something that caused all of this. I think I had some kind of allergic reaction or something. I…I realize how crazy that sounds!” She lamented, putting her head in her hands. “He made me a drink and then the next thing I knew, I blacked out and woke up significantly shorter! It only really stopped a few hours ago. But now I’m too small to even get off my bed!” “So you were roofied…” Rose interjected, narrowing her gaze and bringing a hand to her chin. “Meg what the hell?” The tiny girl’s body quivered with anxiety as she paced a little on the quilt. “Fuck girl I’m going to be stuck like this! My parents can’t find out!  You…you have to help me.” She then began to break down and sob, the sight of her becoming more and more pitiful as Rose just sat there quietly in thought beside her, not even sure of what to say next. Nothing had prepared her for what she walked into, and despite her track record of usually knowing what to do, all she could come up with was a blank right now. She swallowed, drawing in a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, we’ll think of something! Just, try to relax.” Rose said while wincing a little, realizing how empty her words probably sounded. The truth was, she had absolutely no idea what to do. And she never even knew that it was possible to shrink in the first place! Besides that, Meg was right, her parents would likely lose their ever loving minds, which is the last thing she needed right now. Regardless, it was about to be a disaster for everybody. But determined to distract her at least in the moment, Rose tried shifting the topic, her curiosity building a little as she studied her best friend that now stood at just a fraction of her size. “Um, so what’s it like being, you know, so small?” Rose inquired with as straight of a face as she could manage. The truth was, no matter how awful the situation was, she couldn’t quite get over how adorable her friend looked down there. She almost had to stop herself from staring, her gaze awkwardly shifting away towards something else. Anything else. Finding the question to be a bit unnerving, her tiny friend took a deep breath, holding it until her lungs felt like they might explode before finally releasing it. “You really wanna know? It’s terrifying! Everything is now so huge. I mean just look at you Rose. You’re massive! It’s like you could eat me if you wanted.” Her friend said while looking up at her and crossing her arms, the statement however catching Rose off guard as it settled between them uncomfortably. “Yeah but, I won’t though!” Rose tried to laugh as the words fumbled out of her mouth, realizing how weird this whole exchange was. It was, however, stirring up some conflicting feelings inside her. She couldn’t help it but, all she really wanted to do in this moment was hold her tiny friend. Would she get mad at her if she tried? Hopefully not.

“Okay, don’t freak out.” Rose smiled as she reached for Meg and plucked her up, gently lifting her off the bed between a thumb and index finger. Unprepared for the sudden jolt, Meg let out a scream as she felt her stomach drop at the sensation of being lifted up in her friend’s slender fingertips, very akin to ascending on a rollercoaster. The shriek was so dainty and small to Rose’s ears though, and as much as she tried to fight it, it kind of made her smile. Setting her down in her warm palm, she lifted it below eye level, a bit guilty that she was now free to gawk and stare at the tiny woman much more closely. Her friend that she has known for years. “Sorry! Just thought it would be easier to talk this way. You were kind of hard to hear down there.” Rose said somewhat apologetically, but deep down she was actually enjoying how Meg felt in her palm. She was so unimaginably light, her bare feet tickling a little as they stepped and stumbled a little on the surface of her skin. Everything about her was so familiar and yet, foreign at the same time. As if she were looking at her for the first time with fresh eyes. She could make out the details of her tiny expressions much better now, the look of fear and anxiety plastered upon her face. And that’s when Rose realized just how bad this situation really was. If there was a way to change her back, it wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. They might as well make the best of the situation for what it was, which was probably easier for Rose to think. She wasn’t the one standing inside a palm right now! “So…cute.” Rose whispered with a growing smile. Beneath her shirt, her stomach let out a low gurgle that took the both of them a bit by surprise, but especially Meg. “Uh, Rose? Could you…could you put me down now? I don’t really like being up this high.” The truth was she was beginning to feel incredibly unnerved by what she just heard. The size difference between them made everything about her friend feel so threatening and intimidating, despite the fact she’d never felt that way about her before.

“Let’s just try to have some fun okay? I think it might actually help your situation.” Rose offered, her tone taking on a more insensitive, casual tone as her gaze now stayed fixated on the tiny woman in her palm. Meg was beginning to feel scared. It was a look that she had never seen before, and gave her an ill feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was all clearly way too much for her to process, and she needed to regroup and collect her thoughts. It felt a bit out of hand. “Rose…girl, come on, put me down, I said.” She repeated again firmly, but Rose only smiled, tilting her head to the side and letting out a little chuckle. “Oh come on, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Rose said softly, licking her lips without realizing it as she contemplated what her tiny naked body would feel like in other places besides her hand. It was a crazy thought, but it also led her to wonder how she might even taste. After all, Meg was indeed bite sized. “I promise, just try to enjoy this okay? You’ll be fine!” She laughed and picked her up off of her palm, holding her up to her beautiful lips that were slowly beginning to part into a wide gape. “Woah woah woah! What are you doing? Stop! I can’t go in there! No!” The tiny naked woman asserted, but it did absolutely nothing to sway the larger woman who was clearly having a bit too much fun with this now. Meg felt her heart beating out of her chest as she allowed herself to look down at her friend’s gaping maw, cringing at the sight of the saliva strands stretching from her palate and connecting to her shimmering pink tongue, the metallic stud gleaming in the light of her bedroom. She gasped in panic, feeling incredibly sick. Her teeth were boulder-like and massive, a horrifying reminder of just how small she now was. She had always admired Rose’s teeth and the way they framed her smile. Now, they looked big enough to crush her skull like a grape! “Put me down right now! You hear me? This isn’t funny Rose! Enough!” She shouted, kicking her tiny legs back and forth as they dangled, but Rose’s eyes only seemed to light up more. “I wonder how this is gonna feel? Let’s find out!” She ignored her protests as she tilted her head back and slowly lowered her friend inside, feeling those tiny feet connect with her tongue, slipping along the surface before dropping her in.

The cloying heat of her mouth forced Meg to gasp as she looked up in time to see Rose’s hand lowering away, her field of view framed by her jaws as she looked out from inside. “Wait!” She attempted to lunge forward but immediately slipped and fell forward on the springy  surface of the tongue, causing a splatter of saliva to explode in all directions. Rose must have felt this because there was a sudden burst of laughter all around her, the tongue bouncing and pulsating with each giggle. “Let me out! Please! It’s not a joke!” She screamed, the feeling of profound hurt squeezing at her heart as she realized she was being laughed at by the one person she trusted most. But it was quickly replaced by anger as she gritted her teeth and attempted to spring forth again, crawling along the muscular organ beneath her and shoving at Rose’s palate, gums, and teeth. “You bitch! Open up!” She would get Rose to spit her out. She had to!

Closing her eyes, Rose smirked and giggled as she felt her tiny friend going wild in her mouth, her movements providing the most intriguing sensations as she shoved, and rubbed, and slipped along the slippery surfaces. It was unlike anything she had anticipated, and totally well worth the rage Meg seemed to be experiencing right now. She could even say that it was intoxicating even, and she wanted more. She was stunned that she could also feel the vibrations of Meg’s screams bouncing off the internal surfaces of her mouth, making her scrunch her nose a bit as they tingled and echoed in her sinuses. It was an effect that she did not expect, but it was fun and interesting nonetheless! After a few moments of letting her throw her tantrum in there, Rose exhaled and began to swirl her little naked body around with her tongue, taking a moment to thoroughly taste and sample the flavors that she was providing to her taste buds. She felt so delicate sprawled on her tongue, her hair matted down with saliva as she tried to resist and wrestle it away. But every move she made just caused her to slip and slide against it as it rubbed and caressed along her curvy frame. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering that she had felt this tongue before when they had kissed once, but never imagined that she would one day be laying entirely on top of it. The memory of that night, along with the current sensations of being inside her hot mouth began to take effect as much as she tried to fight it. As Rose’s tongue moved beneath her, sampling all that it could of her taste, she let out a stifled moan, and began softly grinding against it with tears streaming down her red, sticky face. Whatever was happening felt beyond her control, and as terrified as she was, her own body was betraying her. Outside, Rose rolled casually onto her back on Meg’s own bed, a grin on her lips as she felt the tiny woman humping against her tongue, spreading her sweet nectar upon her taste buds. Her tongue lapped at her eagerly, moaning around her as she enjoyed the taste and sensations of her inside. By every sense, she was delicious. “Having fun you little freak?” She laughed, gently raising her tongue to the roof of her mouth and pinning the little panting blonde against it, rubbing her tongue back and forth against her and licking her relentlessly. Meg gasped repeatedly, crying out in pleasure as her tongue continued its assault, pulsating with heat and slimy saliva as it glided back and forth in the ultimate kiss. She felt like she was going mad, the combined sounds of her friend’s moans echoing and vibrating all around her. “Rose! Rose please! Pl- ahhh…ahhhh -ahhhhhh!” She screamed, hugging her tongue and gripping it tightly as she felt the orgasms roll through her body in wave after wave. Her little screams and moans were audible from outside Rose’s mouth as she closed her eyes and relished the feeling and taste of Meg’s pleasure. She could feel her collapse in a heap against her tongue, whimpering as it gently rocked her back and forth, leaving her soaked, breathless, and totally broken.

As the waves of intense pleasure finally washed over her and slowly dissipated, Meg came back to her senses and immediately realized the caliber of danger she was in. Re-energized by the drive to preserve her own life, she sprang back into action, lunging towards the front of Rose’s mouth. But she was stopped at once as her friend’s tongue lifted up, blocking her path. “N-no…no…DON’T EAT ME!!” Meg screamed as in a single fluid motion, Rose nodded her head and downed her best friend in a single assertive gulp. Immediately, she could feel the pressure of her three inch frame slightly stretching the walls of her throat as she descended, like a poorly chewed piece of meat, with her legs kicking the entire way down. How are you able to even still fight that hard? Rose winced a little as she rubbed and massaged her chest, feeling the tiny woman pass down until finally, there was a pause as she entered her stomach below. Urrrrp! Rose burped pleasurably, bringing up with the warm air the squeak of a distant scream.

Meg landed with a splash into a shallow pool of pungent liquid, and immediately clawed at her face in a desperate attempt to wipe it out of her eyes, nose, and mouth. She sputtered, spitting and coughing as she struggled to orient herself to the dark, humid environment. The air was thick, hot, dank, and burned in her chest with each shaky inhale. Her throat already felt raw and hoarse from all the screaming she did in Rose’s mouth, and now the pain was ten times worse. She was surrounded by an orchestra of gurgles and groans that sounded alien from inside, and from further up above she could also hear the steady, unwavering beat of Rose’s strong heart. Everything sounded so organic. So alive. She didn’t have a light, her phone was still somewhere in her room, but she could just barely make out the outline of the slick, flexible walls that surrounded her, constantly pulsating and shifting. The room she was in felt cavernous, huge, as if it could fit many more of her inside. Acids dripped from the ceiling and walls, giving it the sensation of being inside a fleshy, living cave more than a human organ. Another deep gurgle echoed around her, and the walls contracted a little, ending in another audible burp that shook this cave. And that’s when Meg’s brain allowed her to fully comprehend the unfathomable. I’m in her stomach! She ATE me! She lost it, scrambling through the sour, acidic muck and over to one of the slippery walls, immediately throwing herself against it and pounding her little fists in a desperate frenzy. To her horror they only seemed to bounce off the flexible lining, the pink wall absorbing the shock of her blows. “Rose! If you can hear me, let me out of here! You can’t do this!” But the wrinkly membrane bulged inward as she responded by pushing on her tummy, no doubt able to feel her struggles from inside. Gah! Meg stumbled back, splashing into the bottom of the belly once again as she listened to her friend giggle, letting out a pleased moan. Her skin was beginning to feel irritated and itchy, like contact dermatitis except far worse. And as the sensation worsened, so did the desperation in her struggles.  

“Oh my gosh, that really tickles! Stop that.” Rose laughed as she lay back on the bed, a hand resting on her belly as she felt the little blonde giving her the fight of her life. She grabbed the fabric of her top and lifted it, stunned to see that she could even visualize little ripples and bumps forming just below her left breast, right where the sensation was coming from. Not only did it feel quite nice, but it was a fascinating sight, and the redhead amusedly spectated. She enjoyed teasingly following the movements with her finger, and poking back at her snack inside. “You know Meg, if you keep this up, in an hour I’m going to call it indigestion.” She giggled, slowly sitting back up with a stretch and causing her to splash back into the pit of her stomach and all of its digesting contents. Contents that she would very soon become one with. She wasn’t sure at which point it happened, but she had somehow rationalized that Meg’s life would have never been the same anyway, and her shrinking accident was honestly just a fatal mistake. What quality of life would she have really had? Surely there wouldn’t have been a good outcome either way. “I told you I would help you out bestie, now be a good girl and digest nicely okay? You don’t want to give me an upset tummy.” Rose patted her belly dismissively and looked at the bottle of wine still poking out of her bag. She smiled to herself.  Guess I’ll have to go find a glass. I did bring it for us to share after all.

The end