Futaba Finger Food

“A-Akira…. This isn’t funny anymore!” Futaba cried, trying to make her voice heard of the rumbling, gastric sounds of the fleshy prison she had found herself in. She didn’t remember how, or why she had shrunk… but she did. Initially, she had been excited that Akira was the one that found her, her key item, she knew she would be safe with him. It wasn’t Mona, who might have had his cat instincts kick in, or Ryuji with his perverted thoughts… it was… Akira. But the second Akira snatched her up, she knew something wasn’t right. He was staring at her, not like a beloved friend and lover… but… as if she were- She remembered him opening his mouth, letting his breath wash over her, causing her to grimace. Then… he licked his lips. “H-Hey, what are you-” Futaba began, but she immediately cut off her words with a shriek of fear, as she was easily tossed onto his awaiting tongue. With no fanfare, the massive, tiny girl-carrying organ went back into the pitch black cave that was Akira’s mouth, threw her back, and with a gulp, sent her down. “P-Please… it’s becoming hot in here… my flesh hurts… I don’t like this…” Futaba coughed, her lungs beginning to sting a bit, as the air around her radiated almost visibly heat. She could just barely see, and the stomach fog didn’t help her. “Akira… I-I thought you-” But as Futaba was trying to find where the stomach wall itself was, her foot caught on something. Well, it wasn’t accurate to say it caught on something, as all Futaba felt immediately before the fall, was searing pain. “O-OH GOD!” Futaba cried, her body beginning to tumble, as with a loud splash… her chest hit a fleshy bump. Tears filled her eyes, as a sizzling filled her ears. She… she couldn’t feel her legs! Not just her legs, or feet, but the lower part of her stomach. She felt… cold, sweat running down her face for a different reason, as her eyes bulged. The taste of both copper and bile filled her mouth, as red tinted vomit expelled itself from her shivering mouth. Pain, that’s all she could feel, as she began to heave. She could still hear the sizzling, but… she had to get to the wall, to pound on Akira’s stomach to let him know it was time to stop this. If only she knew her entire lower half was just… gone… green globs of gunk-like acid clinging to her clothing and flesh, as they peeled off and ate away at her. “I-I don’t want to die…” Tears spilled down Futaba’s cheeks, trickles of blood ran down her chin, as she raised her arm… then realized: they were beginning to peel away too. She wanted to scream, but she didn’t have the energy, or the remaining flesh on her ruined lungs to do so. “I-Is this it?” Futaba whimpered, her body equal parts boiling, and freezing, as Akira’s warm smile filled her mind… “H-How could he?” She thought to herself, all her energy gone. She simply let her head gently lay down onto the fleshy surface below her, as the acid began to fully claim her body. Akira smugly stared at his gut, his hand running across the shirt covered stomach, as he licked his lips. Ever since he had heard about the shrinking virus, he had wanted a chance to eat a cute girl… it just so happened that the cutest girl he knew had been the first he had found out in the open. There was no regret in Akira’s mind. Futaba had tasted great, her struggles were delightfully teasing, and while she wasn’t that filling… The sensation of eating a person was better than any other bit of food. “Huh… I probably could have kept her around a bit longer… oh well… I do wonder who might be next.” Akira said, once more rubbing his stomach, as he thought about the fact that he might just get to enjoy some of his other lovers and the flavors they would offer…