I don't really know where to post this, so here it is...
A Vore Themed audio script, meant for one speaker, with minimal sound effects.
It's labeled F4A, but I don't know that there's any gendered language in it at all, so feel free to have a go...
You send her a selfie, so she reaches into the screen, and pulls you, now easily small enough to fit in her hand, from her phone, as a better keepsake than a photo could ever be. You have a brief moment to consider your new surroundings and size before being stuffed in a pocket.
The nightmare wasn't shrinking. He'd been diagnosed months ago and had come to accept that.
The nightmare, the one casting him into a shadow, was being found not by his girlfriend, but by her best friend, the one who had, talked incessantly about wanting to try eating someone.
"Not Kayla, anyone but Kayla..." he muttered under his breath.
"Work assignments for this quarter are posted..." the boss announced. "Find your partner and get to work."
His heart sunk and he turned to see Kayla grinning back at him. She wordlessly mouthed one word...
"Snack."
"How long until this wears off?" he asked.
The shrinking pills had left him only barely taller than her feet were long, and she was enjoying overpowering him with them, even as he wasn't.
"What do you mean..." she said, pressing him between her soles with a smile. "'wear off'?"
"You're both impressive candidates, but..." May said, propping her nylons up, almost crushing the tiny prospective hires. "We're only hiring one, they'll have to be good at massages. The other..."
Her finger drew a line from her lips down to where her blouse covered her stomach.
As their coworker's form disappeared down her throat, the manager turned to the rest of her tiny team.
"Now that I've dealt with the underperformer, let's talk about the reward for the best!" she said, holding up a tiny wreathe of green herbs. "Don't forget, I hate cilantro..."
"O... okay, 'ha ha', very funny..." he said nervously as the string wound around him again. "You made your point, I won't tease anymore!"
She said nothing, only smiled as she continued to bind her boyfriend to her favorite dildo, the one he'd been dry-humping only moments ago.
@A1Policy
"Safe" is a weird way to say "mismanaged a global pandemic worse than any comparable nation resulting in the unnecessary deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans"...
"So you didn't bite the heads off a entire package of animal crackers, and leave the headless remains on you tiny coworker's desk?" the HR representative sighed.
"Of course not!" she responded, locking eyes with her tiny coworker and smiling. "I swallowed most of them whole."
She wasted no time pushing the tiny woman through her lips and swallowing, sending the screaming secretary to join the man she had just swallowed.
"Sorry, with him gone 'missing', that promotion is as good as mine." she said, patting her gut. "You were just an unlucky witness."
@Nortuet
Glasses? Tats? Piercing? Loves dogs (unless we've got a whale biologist situation here...)?
Would only that this surely throw away character could make regular appearances!
@SheTheNameless1
@jack0fallspade7
@Hideki_Naganuma
Sure thing. It goes:
Rotten fruit.
Joe Biden.
Opossums on barbiturates.
A used condom.
The necrophiliac ducks with conspiratorial intent.
Your opinion of a life long public servant.
Donald J. Trump.
Sometimes you have to make the best of a bad situation, and sometimes, someone else has to make their best of your bad situation.
Please enjoy this brief vore-themed audio, recorded by
@GiantessKayla
and edited by me.
She struggled to pull him down her throat. He was bigger than she was use to, almost four inches tall. He fought her the entire time, desperate not to be sent down to her stomach. But in the end, her lips, her tongue, her throat, and her stomach would show him what he was; food.
"What the hell? The weather report didn't say anything about rain toda..."
The darkening sky had roused him from his beach towel, but looking up revealed no clouds. The sky was filled with the pale moons of a giant ass, a thin string bikini parting them.
And it was falling.
Woman who can't get size scenarios out of her head. Everywhere she goes, she imagines those around her shrunken and at her mercy. The barista that made her chai? Shrunk and gulped down with the spiced tea. The customer that annoyed her? Stuffed into her shoe for the whole shift.
@ButtercupZoey
Physics and science don't matter at all. Enjoy the scenario and worry about square-cube or thermodynamics in the appropriate thesis on scalability of energy grids.
"Sooo... I've always had a crush on you." Meri said, over the incoherent screams coming from her palm. "And I realize that you don't think being my shrunken toy is ideal, but you have the rest of your life to understand that this is what you were made for. You were made for me."
"Inmate
#22364
, you've been condemned to death by digestion." Warden Sylvia said, more focused on her phone. "Do you have anything to say on your behalf?"
The tiny man on her desk continued screaming.
"Whatever." Sylvia muttered.
She popped him in her mouth and swallowed.
"Your casual Friday attire is making some employees uncomfortable..."
"My skirt's not that short!"
"Yes, but your shirt says 'Vore Whore for Life' and depicts you slurping a screaming diminished person off another woman's stomach at what appears to be an illicit 'vore party..."
"It's okay, stay huddled up in that hole for now. We both know that no matter where you hide, or how long you run, I will find you and I will catch you. And when I do, it doesn't end with you being shoved into my mouth, or being swallowed down, or digested. It ends with a flush."
She was eager to show off the new tattoo. It had taken weeks in total and hours on the chair under the needle but it was perfect.
Just under her left breast, in full, vibrant color, was a stomach, as maybe painted by Bosch, filled with liquid fire and agonized, tiny people.
"Wait! Wait! You said...!" he screamed, dangling from her fingers over the djinn's open mouth.
"I said you'd be immortal, tiny-master, and you are..." she said, smiling. "But I never said you'd be comfortable. Enjoy the tour! When you come out, we'll talk about your next wish."
Sometime last night, I cracked 1,000 followers here on Twitter.
To all of you listening to my inane posting and reading my stories about giantesses and shrunken people...
🧎♂️🙇♂️
Thank you.
Hey, you! Did you over-indulge on Vore Day? Did you shovel screaming masses into your slavering maw with the kind of abandon that can only be achieved on holidays dedicated to eating? Do you need relief from your carnivorous consumption?
Too bad! Suffer through the indigestion!
His greed got the best of him. Every cm of height siphoned from him to the heiress was $1,000. Before long he'd committed to earning $150,000, but as her now massive shadow fell over him, his blood chilled.
"Stains can't collect." she laughed, pointing the device at him again.
It wasn't just her fingers, wrapped around his body and holding him with an unbreakable but gentle grip, it was her eyes, piercing into him as she peeled away his clothes, her breath, washing over him in hot, humid waves, and the way her mouth curled when tried to cover his face.
I know they said 'don't look directly at it', but I did. Blotting out the sun, she licked her teeth and smiled back at me, and I knew at once why you're not supposed to look up during an eclipse...
"I wish I could say that this was something I don't want to do, but..." she said, slipping off her heel, and wriggling her hosiery-wrapped toes above the soon-to-be former employee's tiny form. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the termination process... intensely."
@Coelasquid
I've always been very horrified by the prospect of The Thing's intelligence and self-awareness. It's a creature that is clearly intelligent, capable of almost perfect deception and complex tasks like building a spaceship, but it spreads through a cellular ... virus-like process?
"Keep it up..." the comedian sneered, raising the toe of her foot. "See where it gets you."
The words were smudged, but 'heckler remover' could be read on the leather of the sole with deep red stains and scuffs around it. The table of tiny trouble makers immediately fell silent.
Though useless on normal sized individuals, the power of hypnosis can be overwhelming to the tiny brain. With proper conditioning, a trigger word can compel a tiny out from a hiding spot into the open, or into the most dangerous of places such as underfoot or into an open mouth.
"It's embarrassing!" he protested, unseen from under her dress, between her legs.
"It's the only shade and no one will know." she responded with a grin.
But she would know, because she'd planned it. That's why they took a walk in the heat, and she wore a dress with no panties.
"Missed the eclipse, huh?" she sneered. "Don't worry, I know how to simulate it..."
She didn't wait for a response from the tiny form between her breasts before she zipped up the latex cat suit, sealing them in.
"I'll be sure to let you out sometime before the next one."
The text from your neighbor wasn't for you, but you couldn't get it out your head. A tiny person caught between her thighs, like tree trunks, squeezed purple.
*Next time, you don't get to come up for air*
"Is something the matter?" your neighbor asked, standing in your doorway.
@jephjacques
The biggest fantasy of DuckTales is not talking birds, magical artifacts, or super science, but instead the concept of a genuinely good rich person.
It wasn't easy, but with one final, labored gulp, she felt her boss's, former boss's, feet finally slide free of her mouth, and his body slip down her throat. She exhaled in relief, relaxing into the office chair, the bulge in her stomach squirming pleasantly.
"You're fired."
"Didn't we pay her to advertise?" Mark screamed above the helicopter. "She's just in the bay!"
"She's not on the clock yet!" Dierdre shouted back.
The titanic woman below had sat in the bay and kicked her feet up onto the bridge, displaying the words on her soles.
"Drink XL!"
Although most victims of the shrinking virus end up a couple of centimeters tall, it is possible, though rare, to stop shrinking at comparatively larger sizes, up to 50cm.
A cottage industry of 'pet' supplies like houses, beds, collars and leashes popped up almost immediately.
"It's not my fault, well, okay it's kinda my fault..." she said through chuckles. "But you're so small! It's so fun to bully you."
Her words did little to comfort him. The first fresh air he'd felt in more than ten hours chilled his skin, as she peeled him from her sweaty sole.
Once you have selected your new pet and shrunk them to your desired size, it is recommended you begin the process of conditioning them immediately. While it takes effort, breaking them and grinding away memories of what they were before you claimed them will pay off in the end.
No matter how he clawed at the glass of the jar, he couldn't escape her tongue. He'd seen those who gave up, who stopped being 'fun', scooped up in that monstrous tongue and disappear down her gullet, and so he continued to scream, and squirm, even though he couldn't escape it.
"I think it's best for you to put this 'return to normal' delusion aside..." the therapist said, aiming the shadow of her butt over him. "And accept your new size and role."
"You can't do...!" his started.
"I can." she smiled, sitting. "Let's see how a few hours under me goes."
"It's really simple! Heels, flats, or loafers?"
"But I don't want to be in any of them! It's hot out and you don't shower until you get off work! I'll be in there, practically drowning in sweat all day lo..."
"Duh, that's the point, nerd. Now choose or it's last-Winter's Uggs!"
It was humiliating. The white-gold band around his ankles dangled him naked and upside down from an equally brilliant white-gold chain. His wrists bound together in the same metal, a chain from them leading to the wire-wrapped ruby that completed the necklace.
His wife loved it.
"Doctor McIntosh has said they can't stop the shrinking..." the nurse stated flatly.
He hung his head, even with a custom made patient gown to his new size, he felt tiny in the massive bed. The nurse's shadow fell over him, and he felt a chill.
"And I can't wait." she grinned.
"I'm sorry! She's just really into the roleplay!" he shouted, although his apology did little to quell the screaming coming from the crowd.
Dangling from the collar around his girlfriend's neck, he had a clear view as she barked unconvincingly while she rampaged on all fours.
"Isn't it, uh, a little skeevy?"
"What? No! It's a restaurant! Health code says they can't be skeevy!"
"But it can't be safe, right?"
"Like... 90% of their customers leave just fine, full of wings and happy."
"And the others?"
"Just don't be an ass, and tip more than %20."
"I bet she's thinking about singing, or cooking..." Marc mused to Sean.
Across the cafe, the dark haired woman in glasses, rarely looked up from her latte. For a moment she caught Marc's eye, bringing a smile to his face.
"I bet he screams going down..." she mused to herself.
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