[farkas17]

Here's the opening to "The End of Ashley":

“What happened? Let me go!” A freshman girl struggled in Ashley’s grasp—struggled futilely because she was the size of a pinky doll, and Ashley held her tight in one hand with almost no effort at all. The girl squirmed against Ashley’s thumb, a giant restraining bar against her middle. “What are you going to do?”
“Shrank you. No, I won’t. And eat you, of course.” Ashley recited the lines as if she’d said them before, which she had. It amused her to play with her prey before devouring them, to delay the inevitable. She would strip off their clothes and show them where they were headed: the inescapable vault of Ashley’s belly, to be slowly digested and turned into girl-flesh. Give them a little false hope: let them escape from her mouth, only to be sucked halfway in again, torso-level against Ashley’s Cupid’s bow lips, at which point Ashley would push them back in with one finger, to be sloshed around thoroughly before consumption. When she’d extracted enough flavor from her unwilling morsel, she’d use her strong tongue to maneuver her victim toward her throat—and with a gulp surprisingly loud for someone as petite as Ashley, the live food would disappear down Ashley’s throat, gone forever. There was no reprieve. The only way out was through Ashley’s pretty pink asshole, and by that time anything left of the prey was unrecognizable, transmuted into waste.
One night she’d consumed half a dozen miniaturized humans, her equivalent of a snack-food orgy. Most protested to the last, flailing against a feminine hand that threatened to pulp them. A few gave in at the end, as Ashley’s tongue licked them all over, darting between their legs and prodding them to ecstasy before chuting them to oblivion. She was careful to swallow them whole so she could feel them down her esophagus and later in the prison of her belly, as their movements grew feebler and slowly ceased.
As for the girl in Ashley’s grip, whatever her name was, she needed it no longer. “You can’t do this!” she cried, as she was lifted past a row of teeth like even, white tombstones. At that point, she’d become as insignificant as a piece of candy. Sometimes Ashley would play with her food, sucking on a head as if it were a jujube. This time she ended it soon: a few rotations for a thorough coating of saliva—was that a tiny screech?—then down the hatch. She sat there on her bed, feeling the progress of her still-alive prey, relishing the power she felt. It aroused her in a way that her boyfriend John’s cock didn’t, and she wondered whether she would ever swallow him whole. The thought pushed her over the edge, and she orgasmed just moments after a large burp.