The Worst She Can Do Is Say No: Shoot Your Shot

The first poll winner and the first installment of an anthology about the dating scene in a world where you could just as easily get shrunk as getting laid. What happens when a cocky young man shoots his shot with a woman a few years older than him? Find out below. (CW: Vore, teasing)

Ryan sauntered into the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning the room for potential prospects like an animal on the prowl. Though calling any of the ladies he was scanning his prey would be unfair, after all what woman wouldn’t want to be with him? He was tall, perfectly tanned, had sculpted muscles and a chiseled jawline. Not a hair of his sandy blonde hair was out of place. He knew he was a modern Adonis. That's when he spotted her - a stunning blonde with a figure that could make a grown man weep. A few years older than him around 35, but she wore it well. Those curves, that ass, that rack... fuck. He had to have her. Her long blonde hair was draped over her shoulder as she sat on the barstool, the long black dress hugging her figure in all the right places and giving a generous view of her cleavage. Yeah, she was shorter and a bit older than he would have liked, but he wanted her more than any other woman in the place. And you know what they say about women aging like fine wine, he thought to himself. 

Ryan made his way over, flashing his most charming smile. "Hey there beautiful, I'm Ryan. Can I buy you a drink?" He winked, hoping to catch her eye.

Abby glanced at him, a smirk playing on her glossy lips. "Aren't you a bold one," she purred, taking a sip of her martini. "I'm Abby. And normally I’d say no... But I'll humor you..." She gestured to the bartender for two tequila shots.

Ryan grinned, thinking he had her. He tossed back the shot, relishing the burn. Abby did the same, her eyes never leaving his. "So tell me Ryan, what makes a young stud like you think you have a chance with a woman like me?"

There was a tone, an edge to her voice. Some less confident men may have taken it as a warning, or mocking him, but he knew it was just part of the game, and he was a master player.

He chuckled, moving closer. "Because I'm irresistible," he quipped. 

Abby snorted, grabbing another shot and downing it. She stood up, grabbing Ryan's hand and pulling him towards a secluded booth in the back. Once there, she turned to him, a wicked grin on her face. "You're just a boy, aren't you? Careful, kid. I could eat you alive," she taunted, reaching into her purse and pulling out a small device. Ryan's eyes widened as he realized what it was - a shrink ray!

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, trying to back away. But Abby grabbed him, pressing the device to his chest. Suddenly, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He looked down to see his body shrinking, compressing, the world around him growing larger!

"Stop it!" he cried, but Abby just laughed, watching him shrink with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Stop? Oh, I don't think so," she purred, watching his height dwindle. "You're MINE now, little man. All mine to play with."

Ryan struggled against her grip, but he was already smaller than her, shrinking rapidly until he was barely three inches tall! She smirked down at the tiny man and giggled darkly. Abby licked her lips as she watched Ryan shrink, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She could feel the power coursing through her, the delicious thrill of domination as this once confident man was reduced before her very eyes.

"You're so small, so tiny, so pathetic," she taunted, her voice echoing above him like thunder. "I could crush you with my pinky finger, you little worm."

Ryan trembled, looking up at her in abject fear. His cocky attitude had evaporated, replaced by a primal terror at the realization of his helplessness. He was most definitely no longer the hunter here. Instead of a great lion he was a gazelle with its neck in her maw. She was the lioness.

Abby cackled, enjoying the look of sheer dread on his miniaturized face. She held the man who’d towered over her by at least a foot in the palm of her hand. She began rotating her wrist, watching him scramble to hang onto her so he’d not fall to the floor below. She could see the desperation in his eyes as he clutched at her middle finger, now as large as a tree trunk to him. "Please," he whimpered, "stop this!"

"Stop? Oh, I don't think so," Abby mocked, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You wanted my attention, didn't you, you little shit? Well, you've got it now. And you're not going to like it."

She sat him on the circular table in front of her and pressed the device against his chest again to hide the flash and also to pin him down under its weight. Ryan felt another dizzying surge of compression. He watched in horror as his body shrank even smaller, now a mere inch tall. Abby loomed over him like a colossus, her breasts swaying above him like fleshy monoliths.

"Look at you, so puny and weak," she gloated, reaching down to pluck him off the table where he lay. She brought him up to her face, examining him like a bug under a microscope. "I could crush you like the insignificant insect you are."

Ryan quaked in her grasp, realizing with a sinking feeling that she was right. He was utterly powerless, at the mercy of this dominant female who now held his life in her hands. His cock, once hard and eager, now shriveled in fear. Abby grinned, feeling a rush of pure, unadulterated power. She could do anything she wanted to this tiny, helpless man. Anything at all. And he could do nothing to stop her. She pressed the button again.

As Ryan continued to shrink, Abby felt a heady rush of power and domination surge through her veins. The device in her hand thrummed with an almost electric energy, channeling her newfound authority as she reduced this once proud man to a mere speck. She could feel his desperation, his terror, as he begged and pleaded for mercy. It only served to inflame her sadistic desires, to feed the dark hunger that had brought him here in the first place. This was what she had been craving, this delicious sense of control and supremacy.

Abby watched with rapt attention as Ryan's body dwindled further, his features blurring and becoming harder to distinguish the smaller he got. She relished in the last glimpse she got of his face. The panic in his eyes. At half an inch tall, he was a mere bug compared to his former tall height. He'd towered over her, young, virile and masculine. Now he quivered in her palm.

"Oh, look at you," Abby purred, bringing him even closer to her face. She could feel his miniscule body quivering with fear against her thumb, could see the shallow rise and fall of his tiny chest. "You're so small, so fragile. If I wanted to, I could turn you into a microbe. No one would know. Hell, I may not even know where you'd end up."

She rotated him slowly in front of her face, admiring the way his body shook and trembled in her grasp. He was like a mouse before a lioness, utterly powerless and at her mercy. The power coursing through her was intoxicating, addictive. She never wanted it to end.

Abby could feel the weight of his terror, the heavy press of his despair. It was a tangible thing, a living, breathing force that pulsed in time with her own racing heartbeat. She reveled in it, bathing in the warmth of his anguish like it was the sun.

"Please," Ryan whimpered, his voice so small and thin that Abby had to basically imagine what he was saying. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything..."

She just laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed like thunder in Ryan's sensitive ears. "Sorry? Are you saying you're sorry? You should be sorry, you pathetic little worm. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

Abby brought him up until he was level with her eyes, until he could see the cruel, wicked gleam that danced within their depths. She smiled slowly, deliberately, a smile that promised all manner of dark and twisted delights.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you," she whispered, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you," Abby hissed, her voice a sinister whisper that sent icy tendrils of fear down Ryan's spine. "You're mine now, you tiny little plaything. My personal property. And I'm going to use you as I see fit."

She brought him in even closer, until the heat of her breath washed over his miniature body like a furnace gust. He could smell the tequila on her breath, could feel the sheer size and mass of her looming before him, dwarfing him, crushing his spirit. Ryan trembled uncontrollably, his body wracked with a primal, bone-deep terror. He was utterly at the mercy of this sadistic woman who now held his life in her hands, who could snuff him out like a candle flame with a mere flick of her wrist.

"I'll scream!" he threatened weakly, his voice cracking with fear and desperation. "I'll scream and people will hear me!"

She brought him up until he was inches from her eyes, until he could see the cruel, twisted joy that danced in their depths. "What are you saying, bug? You're all alone in this great big world. If I wanted to, I could make you small enough to where I'd become your whole world."

She paused and tapped a finger to her chin.

"But that means you may survive on me somehow. And I'm not sure I want that. I don’t want an extra parasite living off me. That's what you were, a parasite using women."

Abby smirked wickedly as she closed her fingers around Ryan's miniscule body, engulfing him in the warm, fleshy prison of her palm. She could feel his tiny heart pounding like a hummingbird's against her skin, could sense the way he squirmed and struggled helplessly. It only served to inflame her sadistic urges further. With her other hand, she motioned to a passing waitress, requesting another shot of tequila. The woman nodded and quickly returned, setting the small glass down on the table with a clink. Abby eyed it hungrily, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

She brought her closed fist over the shot glass, then slowly uncurled her fingers. Ryan tumbled out of her palm and plummeted into the glass, landing with a tiny splash at the bottom. He desperately swam up through the burning liquid and broke the surface. He looked up at the towering walls of the glass surrounding him, realizing with a sinking feeling that he was now utterly trapped.

"Looks like it's just you and me now, little man," Abby purred, her voice echoing in the small space. She picked up the shot glass, swirling the clear liquor around and watching Ryan's miniscule form cast about to and fro in the golden maelstrom in her glass. "Aren't you lucky? Getting to spend your last moments with a goddess like me?"

Ryan pounded his fists against the glass, screaming for help, but his cries were muffled and distorted beneath the tequila. Abby just laughed, bringing the rim of the glass to her lips. She paused, glancing down at Ryan one last time.

"Hey, no matter what happens... at least you decided to shoot your shot," she taunted, before tipping the glass back and downing the shot in one smooth gulp.

Ryan felt the tequila rushing around him, swirling and churning as Abby swallowed. The world went dark as he was pulled down her throat, tumbling and spinning in the fleshy tunnel. Then, with a final, sickening lurch, he was plummeting into the abyss of her stomach.

Abby set the empty glass down with a satisfied sigh, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She couldn’t feel Ryan squirming around in her gut, a tiny, insignificant speck of life amidst the churning liquor, acid, and bile, but she knew he was there. She patted her stomach, feeling a dark sense of pride and power. She wondered how long he’d last. Was he small enough to be instantly obliterated by her acids? Would he drown first or pass out from all the alcohol in her stomach? Pity that depending on how much she drank tonight, she may not even remember him in the morning. 

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I hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the fantasy story that tied in the poll next! Let me know what you think and if there are any other scenarios you want to see from this setting.