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It was early morning and the shrink device had successfully made Tom’s body slightly smaller than a thumb. He wore a specialized body suit to ensure he was not naked when the shrink was completed. At this size, entering the house and accessing the bedroom was easy. His mission was simple: sneak into his classmate Lydia’s room, snap some photos of her changing, and bug out unseen. However, he would never get a good angle from the floor. As quickly as he could, Tom climbed Lydia’s sheets onto her bed. He figured a good spot would be on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Once he reached the top, Tom was awestruck at the sight of the massive young woman. She was only 5’4’’ but relative to shrunken Tom, she was the size of a building. Lydia was lying on her back, mouth slightly open as she snored softly. She was fast asleep. Tom thought he should maybe go around her to the night stand but he chose against it as opportunities like this only come once in a lifetime. Instead he cautiously approached her waist and began to climb by grabbing a hold to her lace panties. His gentle movements didn’t seem to disturb her. Once he got on top of her, the view was breathtaking. Lydia was topless. The swells of her breasts were like hills and Tom simply had to climb one. He slowly crawled across her soft belly, careful not to fall into her navel. As he approached her left breast, he could feel and hear a rumbling from below his feet. It must be her stomach, Tom thought. At this size he could easily fit inside of it but he quickly dismissed the thought and carried on. He reached the base of her breast and spread his arms to hug it. His body squished into the soft yet firm fat of her warm boob. He could hear her heart beating beneath and he sighed in utter delight. This was the best day of his life. Tom softly pulled himself to the top of the hill and sat cross legged next to her areola. He sat in silence and felt the gentle rise and fall of Lydia’s chest with each soft snore. He remained there for a few minutes, almost forgetting his mission. His bliss was suddenly broken as Lydia began to stir. Oh shit, he thought and tried to stand. Before he could do anything else, Lydia rolled onto her side, spilling Tom over, bouncing him off her right breast and back onto the bed. That was too close, Tom thought after picking himself back up. Time to stop fucking around. Tom made his way to her night stand and found a spot to remain unseen. Then Tom waited. Before too long, Lydia stirred some more and began to awaken. She sat up and stretched her arms out wide with a huge yawn. Her perfect perky tits were bared for all the room to see. At his angle on the nightstand, top couldn’t get a good shot. Lydia slid her legs off the bed and stood up, gazing out the window at the morning sun. Finally she was up and he was in position. Tom focused his lens on her chest and snapped multiple automatic photos. To his horror, the flash went off and Lydia turned in his direction. "What was that?" Lydia said aloud and walked in Tom's direction. Tom tried to flee but his movement allowed Lydia to see his tiny form. With nowhere on the night stand to hide, Lydia caught Tom within her hand effortlessly. She brought Tom close to her face to get a better look at him. Her Hazel eyes fixed on him and she brushed a strand of her dark brunette hair from her face. "I don't believe it," she said. "How did you get so small?" Tom tried to explain, but at his size, his voice was too tiny for her to hear. Lydia began looking impatient. "Is that a camera?" She asked before looking down at her supple naked form. "You were taking pictures of me! Trying to share those photos with your little buddies?" Tom tried to deny it but it was no use and she couldn't hear him anyway. Lydia's mood quickly changed from curious astonishment to fury. Tom begged her to free him to no avail. A wicked grin came across Lydia's face. "I think I know a way to make sure your peeping Tom photos never see the light of day and allow you to get a close-up you've never dreamed of." Tom didn't like where this was going. Lydia pinched the back of Tom's shirt between her fingers and dangled him in front of her face. Tom took one last look at Lydia's perfect tits below him then back at her. "I hope you enjoyed the show. Buh-bye!" She said. Lydia then opened her mouth and let her tongue flop out. Tom could see all the way to the back of her throat. Lydia placed Tom on her tongue and sealed him inside her mouth. Tom's tiny shrieks were immediately silenced once inside Lydia's mouth. He scrambled to turn around and escape but her teeth blocked his exit. Her tongue flipped him over and doused him in saliva. Tom sputtered and coughed as he was tossed from cheek to cheek. Finally, she stopped playing with him and he rested on his hands and knees upon her slobbery tongue. He tried to escape past her lips again but she flopped him onto his back with a flick of her dexterous tongue. Lydia savored the little man's taste for a moment and decided he tasted bland. No point in keeping him on her tongue anymore but she wasn't going to let him go either. Without a second thought, she gathered some saliva and swallowed Tom and his camera with a "gulp." Tom felt the spit pool around his body as to lubricate his descent. Her throat opened, revealing the dark tunnel down to Lydia’s belly. Her tongue lifted and he was pushed down her throat with ease. Tom disappeared as a small bulge that traveled quickly down Lydia's neck. With that, Lydia was rid of the little photographer forever while Tom's journey had only just begun. He struggled all the way down her throat as he was forced deeper and deeper inside Lydia's slender body. Tom slid down her neck, underneath her perky breasts, and was quickly reaching his stop towards the top of her toned yet soft midriff. With one final push, Lydia's throat muscles deposited Tom into her stomach. He landed face first with a splat into a shallow pool of digestive juices. Her belly growled almost with delight at Tom's arrival. As soon as he was able to get on his hands and knees, Tom began to panic. He immediately tried to climb back through the sphincter he came through but it was sealed shut. Tom then began to pound on the fleshy walls and begged for help. He furiously smashed his feet and fists against the squishy belly which only made Lydia belch as she got dressed. Lydia covered her mouth, surprised by the sudden burp and giggled a little. She could feel the tiny boy struggling still alive inside her small stomach. It was a funny feeling and it kind of turned her on. Unfortunately she had other things to do besides lay around and feel Tom squirming inside her guts. "There there," she cooed and gently patted her tummy. Lydia suddenly burped again, this time so loud her mouth went wide open and she leaned forward feeling her insides shudder. “Excuse me,” Lydia chirped to herself. Deep in her belly, Tom was squeezed and shook by the violence of Lydia’s belch which, at his size, felt like an earthquake. She made her way down to the kitchen for a snack with some actual flavor. A ripe banana was waiting for her on the counter. She peeled it and began to eat. Each chewed mouthful eventually joined Tom inside Lydia's stomach. He yelled in disgust as he was churned and mashed with the slimy banana mush by her active belly. He never thought his mission would end up like this, trapped deep inside Lydia’s body, unsure if he'll ever escape. Next time he wanted to see a girl naked, he should just ask her on a date, he thought. Even if he was caught, he would have never thought she would fucking eat him! As if he wasn’t a person and nothing but a morsel. After enjoying her banana Lydia went to the bathroom to pee, brush her teeth, and take her vitamin and birth control pill. The movements of her body swayed Tom back and forth in her stomach as he continued his fight against its regular contractions. Her belly only squelched and growled in response to his resistance. He was joined in the mess of banana mush by her supplements. Just great, he thought, and snapped a picture of his squishy prison. The light from his camera flash was visible just underneath Lydia’s left breast, partially blocked out by her sports bra. However, she didn’t notice and Tom’s fate had left her mind shortly after swallowing him. Lydia put her earbuds in and put on her favorite playlist. She bent over to tie her shoes and Tom was spilled over again in her stomach. With her slender delicate body bent over, one could envision the entire tour through Lydia’s digestive tract that Tom would undergo throughout the day. From her mouth, down her throat, into her stomach, through her winding intestines, and eventually out her perfectly toned behind. All ready to go, Lydia started her daily jog through the park. Tom screamed as he was endlessly tossed around inside her. The rhythmic movement of her pace made the contents of her stomach jump around like a violent bounce house. His camera flashed as he was thrown from side to side, the flashes visible again on Lydia’s midriff as she jogged. The violent jostling came to stop as Lydia sat on a park bench to rest. She slugged down a few full gulps of water and tried to catch her breath. From in her stomach, her restless breath felt like a rhythmic rise and fall. Tom was dazed until the water Lydia had drunk splashed into her stomach and washed over Tom. Back to his senses, Tom remembered his helpless plight and just tried to keep his head above water as Lydia finished her jog. When Lydia returned home, she immediately disrobed and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. As the water warmed, she sat on the toilet and took her daily shit. Tom could feel her guts moving beneath him, though from his vantage point, it was unclear what was happening. The water she drank had dissolved the pills and banana mush in her belly. The contents slowly drained from her stomach, descending deeper into her gut. For some reason Tom had remained unaffected by Lydia’s digestion. He suspected it has to do with the bodysuit he was wearing. He knew it was only a matter of time before a forceful contraction of her stomach would pass him along, digested or not. Luckily, Tom remained in Lydia’s stomach for the time being rather than being drained into her intestines like the rest of her breakfast. That meant there was a small chance he could still escape. As Lydia entered the shower, Tom could hear the water wash against the outside of her body and he longed to be out there with it. Since her stomach had seemed to settle down he was able to sit still and snap some more photos of his digestive prison. Lydia was looking down as she rinsed out her hair and saw the flashes from inside her belly. “Oh, my god,” she said aloud, “Is that your camera going off? You’re still alive down there?” Tom could hear her muffled questions and responded back by shouting curses at the top of his lungs. Lydia laughed, unable to hear him. Her laughter shook Tom, knocking him on to his face. Lydia then put her hand on her chest and released another long, tonsil shaking belch which caused her stomach to squeeze Tom tight. “Excuse me,” she tittered again and wondered what the photos from inside her tummy would look like. Had he not taken nudes of her without her consent, she could have had a lot of fun with the tiny boy. Her thoughts wandered as she dried off, thinking about how he could have played on her naked body, explored various orifices, been swallowed to take some photos of her insides and purged again to share them. It was a shame, really, and she was considering throwing him back up to propose this. She decided against it. One less peeping Tom in the world was a good thing. Lydia had some time to kill before going out tonight so she made a sandwich and watched some reality TV. As she lay on the couch, she unconsciously rubbed her flat stomach. Tom now laid down as best he could inside her as well. He was in a pile of chewed peanut butter and jelly sandwich and was utterly exhausted from his ordeal so far. He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer and eventually drifted to sleep to the sounds of Lydia’s stomach’s squelching and gurgles. He was unsure if he would ever wake up again. Even if he did, he was likely to awaken somewhere deeper inside Lydia’s bowels. Lydia prepared for her evening out. Her mind was distracted with thoughts of what she would drink at the party tonight and who she might go home with. Tom still inside of her stomach was less than an afterthought. She slipped into a tight black cocktail dress that complimented all her best features and made her way to the party. Tom was awoken by bubbly liquid filling Lydia’s stomach. He quickly realized it was Champagne. Tom remembered again that Lydia had really eaten him several hours ago and it wasn’t just a bad dream. The bubbly liquid mixed with her half digested lunch into a disgusting soup which coated Tom head to toe. He began his struggle again, pounding as hard as he could and demanding to be released from Lydia’s stomach. Lydia only belched cutely and put a hand on her belly. “Excuse me” she said and reached for another flute of champagne. Just like she did with Tom, Lydia downed it in one gulp. More champagne filled her stomach and Tom was beginning to run out of room. Furthermore, her belly squeezed him tight in response to his struggling. It was almost impossible to move. This was it, he thought. In moments he was sure to be pushed deeper into Lydia’s gut and “passed.” Being in her stomach was bad enough. The winding narrows of her intestines would be a living hell and he knew he would not survive to exit out her bottom. Lydia continued drinking and chatting, not the least bit concerned with the miserable conditions inside her digestive tract. Tom made his peace with death while being churned and squeezed inside her. Before long Lydia had gone from tipsy to hammered. She was sitting upright on a couch, her head leaned back facing the ceiling. Her eyes were shut and she mumbled incoherently to no one. Her legs were spread wide immodestly, revealing her black lace panties beneath the cocktail dress. Lydia’s mouth was open and she burped softly in her sleep. Back inside Lydia, Tom was barely able to keep his head above the various drinks Lydia had consumed at the party. Suddenly, he felt Lydia’s stomach lurch. He was pushed downward by powerful muscles into the alcoholic soup. The moment he had been dreading was now upon him. He was being pushed deeper into Lydia’s innards. Lydia's eyes shot open and she stood up abruptly from her sitting position. She belched loudly and immediately put a hand to her mouth. She felt queasy. Lydia made a break for the front door. She was able to make it to the bushes next to the house before she fell to her hands and knees on to the grass. Lydia heaved but was able to keep the contents of her stomach inside her. She gulped and the nausea dissipated for a moment Tom was thrown violently inside Lydia by the sudden movements of her body. There were a few more moments of calm before her stomach compressed in around him and forced him up her esophagus with the rest of her drinks. Still on her hands and knees, another wave of nausea washed over Lydia and she couldn’t contain herself. She gagged, retching everything inside of her on to the grass Tom was confused as to what was happening on his way back up Lydia’s throat until he saw Lydia’s open mouth as he rushed past her tonsils and over her tongue in a wave of vomit. Tom landed on his back in the grass with a splat and looked up at Lydia. She loomed over him as she wiped her mouth with her arm. She was on her hands and knees and he could see right down her perfect cleavage. He stayed perfectly still in her vomit puddle so she would not see him and decide to pick him up and eat him again. Lydia dry heaved and Tom could see to the back of her throat like he did this morning before she cheerfully swallowed him alive. He was more frightened of being forced down her gullet again than anything. He was sure if she saw him, she would quickly gulp him down into her slimy belly again. Instead one of Lydia’s friends appeared and helped Lydia back inside. Tom rose when they left and was too relieved to care about being drenched in Lydia’s puke. He watched Lydia’s tight ass bounce in her little black dress as she staggered away, grateful to finally be out of her shapely body. His body suit was partially digested but Tom was otherwise unharmed. He could hardly believe that he spent the day inside a girl’s stomach and lived to tell about it. As if he was Jonah, but rather than a whale, he was devoured by a chesty brunette bombshell. He looked for his camera but couldn't find it. It was probably still deep inside Lydia's gut somewhere, gone forever. What a shame, Tom thought. He lost his photos so now no one would believe him about his day trapped as food inside Lydia’s stomach. A few yards away, he saw a muted flash. His camera had gone off again. Tom picked it up and wiped the vomit off it. Then he promptly turned the flash setting off.