The Perfect Diet - M/f,m

[tiny-ivy]

Katie breathed out heavily, starting to feel pain in her arms after the 12th rep. She slowly let the handles down to their resting position, and looked up at Ryan with a pleading look.
“You’re feeling it already?” her trainer asked, not hiding the surprise in his face. “This is the same weight you’ve been stuck on for weeks, Katie. Push yourself.”
Katie smiled, and gathered her courage for one more set.
“Only because you’re here,” she said. “I’d be done if I was by myself.”
“Well! That’s why you pay me, right? Let’s try one more set,” he said, smiling at her encouragingly. “I believe in you.”
She pulled the bars up again, starting to shake, but feeling the pressure from Ryan to try to show improvement. Again and again, her biceps hurting more and more with each rep. She felt pain in her arms and winced visibly.
“OK - OK, I see you’re still stuck here,” he said. “Put it down, slow-” he said, helping her steady her arms as she let the weight down.
Katie felt shame at his permission to stop trying this.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t have time after work this month to keep up with these,” she said, almost pouting. She put her hand on her shoulder, hiding her face from him.
“It’s OK, Katie. We all have our limits.” He said, putting his hand on the back of her neck. “Maybe this is your limit for now, until you change something else.” An electric thrill ran through her spine as he touched her. Her crush on him was powerful, but she couldn’t let him know - she was married. He was gay, at least based on the photos she saw on his Instagram profile where he was kissing another incredibly ripped man. She couldn’t help but lust after him - although she knew that such a perfect, Adonis-like body put her chubby, out of shape frame to shame.
She sighed, and looked up at him with all of her attention. His kind green eyes seemed genuinely concerned for her. Her heart skipped a beat. Do not fall for him, god damn it, he’s gay, her wisdom told her. She looked away from him.
“What else can I change?” she asked.
“You really want to change your shape?” He asked.
“Yes!” She replied, like an eager student. Many years ago, she got A’s in all of her classes in school, - other than gym.
He studied her for a moment before responding. She saw his eyes scan her up and down like a shopper deciding on a purchase.
“Come back to my place after you change in the locker room, and I’ll show you how you can really improve your body,” he said. His tone of voice sounded seductive. Katie’s heart started pounding, and she looked up at him with shock.
“Really?” She asked, her face flushing.
“Don’t you want to see how I really got this body?” he asked, running his hand over his left bicep like he was showing off a showcase product. Katie felt her blush go all the way down to her pussy as she studied his beautiful body back.
“B-b…” she stammered.
“Your husband doesn’t have to know. Your secret will stay behind my lips. Forever.” He said.
“How could you be interested in… me? I thought you were gay - and I’m so chubby-”
Ryan coquettishly put his fingertips to his mouth in mock shock, an effeminate gesture.
“Such assumptions, girl. Not all femme men only suck cock, you know.” He chuckled. “You know - bi boys are, like, a thing?” He said, with a lilting touch of attitude in his voice.
“And as for your, well, generous posterior?” He gestured towards her overweight rear end. “In women, I like some extra bounce to my ounce,” he said, with a playful smirk.
Seeing her blushing, he slapped her ass.
“Go. Get showered and changed. I’ll meet you at the front door.”
Katie had never showered so quickly in her life.
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Ryan’s apartment was a short train ride away from the gym - in the opposite direction as Katie’s house. They barely talked. Ryan was messing around on his phone and smiling. He seemed to have an active social life on there. Katie’s phone never once rung or beeped. She stared at the floor, trying not to look at Ryan too lustily. Was this really happening? Her mind was racked with guilt. Her husband trusted her, and he wasn’t the paranoid type to text when a trip to the gym took extra long.
Ryan’s apartment was in a modern, cool-looking condo building by the river. It had neon lights on the front lobby, and it even had a pretentious name. The elevator from the lobby opened straight into his penthouse when they got to his floor.
The first thing that stood out was his weight racks. They took up the space in the living room that most people use for the TV, in front of the couch. There was a small iPad attached to small speakers behind the rack instead of a TV.
“For tunes when I work out,” he said, when he saw her staring.
The second thing that came to her notice, once she looked slightly closer, was the many shelves lined with two dozen hamster cages of various sizes, with multiple stories made of cardboard in each one. They looked like tiny, transparent, apartment buildings, with blurs that she couldn’t see clearly but that looked like furniture on each of the 2-inch-tall ‘stories’. The stories seemed too short for hamsters, or even mice. She looked around with puzzlement.
“Those cages are actually a key to my amazing muscles, Katie.” Ryan said, as he put his gym bag down near the front door, and grabbed a gadget that looked like a tazer gun from a shelf.
“Oh, don’t worry! It’s not a tazer!” He said, seeing her fear. “Go ahead and take a closer look at the cages, I’m just going to get comfortable on the couch here.” He put the gun-looking device down and took off his sweatpants, showing his tight boxer briefs and the sizeable bulge it contained.
“There will be plenty of time for staring, later. I want to teach you about my training diet. Go, look at my collection in the cages.”
Katie walked closer to the cage nearest her. From a few feet away, she could see that there was some sort of moving animal living on all of those stacked cardboard ‘stories’. She couldn’t imagine what - maybe insects or tiny lizards?
“Are they dangerous?” Katie turned around and asked.
“Oh, no, they’re entirely docile,” he said, and he stood up. He was now shirtless and in tight black boxer briefs, and he adjusted his bulge in a showy way. “Come on.” He grabbed the tazer-looking device from the couch and walked up to her, right in front of her. “They’re still too far away, Katie. Get closer.”
Katie turned around, feeling uneasy about him being right behind her with that device. But she trusted that this must be some sort of strange illegal animal that he was proud of owning.
As she got to the aquarium, a motion-activated light switched on next to her, fully illuminating the scene inside: a dozen tiny, naked people, some of them staring at her through the glass, some of them sleeping in makeshift piles of fabric and some sitting on tiny dollhouse furniture. They were all just a little more than an inch tall.
Katie shrieked.
“What are those? Who are they? Are they robots or toys, or a hologram? What sort of joke is this?”
One of the tiny women, a white woman with blonde hair just like Katie, who looked like she could have been a relative of her, was banging on the glass and trying to scream something at her. The voice was too faint, Katie couldn’t understand her.
Katie took it as a warning, and turned around to try to run. Her heart was now pounding again - but this time, not from a workout.
As she turned around, Katie ran straight into Ryan, who was standing directly behind her, grinning in a cocky way and pointing the weapon at her.
“Where do you think you’re going, little morsel?” he mocked. “And no, they’re not holograms. They’re as real as you are, and as you will be.”
Katie tried to get around him, but he blocked her exit with his body. In a last ditch effort, she aimed a kung-fu kick at the hand with the weapon in it. At the exact same time, he pressed the trigger down, and a beam of white lightning arced out of it and onto her foot - which suddenly stopped a full foot short of its original target.
“What?” Katie asked. She looked at her foot, at the weapon, and then to Ryan, and realized with a shock that she was now only three feet tall. The kick had missed because her leg - and her entire body - had all become much shorter.
At only three feet tall, she was now just barely taller than Ryan’s belly button. He posed for a moment, proud of his body, and took off his boxer briefs. She grabbed her head and shoved it to right in front of his now enormous cock.
“Come on, you know you want it. And look, I already helped you lose more than half your body weight! Aren’t I such a good trainer?”
Katie was horrified - and also aroused. She was afraid of him, but he had now become even hotter. His cock was now the size of an impossible porn star’s to her shrunken proportions. She had seen videos with midget porn stars handling this size difference- she would love to see what it would be like to feel that filled up. She grabbed at it and looked up at him, pleadingly.
“Oh, now you want to stay, little miss Kung Fu kick? You ain’t worthy of me actually fucking you, girl.” He pushed her hands away, and pushed her down.
“Learn your place, you chunky little snack.”
“Snack?” Katie looked up at him, and tried to run again. She ran past the kitchen and towards the elevator door.
He ran after her, easily stopping her tiny legs from getting her to the elevator. “Do you really want to leave so soon?” he mockingly pouted. “And leave me all alone, with my 300 little room-mates?” When he mentioned them, his eyes lit up with a predatory menace.
“Here Katie, let’s get down to why I’m really here. My diet. Let me show you what I keep in my fridge.”
He opened it.
It was completely empty.
“I only eat pure, live, raw meat, and the best place to get the exact nutrients I need to gain this intense muscle, is from eating more of the like.”
“No!” Katie shouted, starting to get it.
“Yes, Katie. I eat lucky volunteers like you.”
“No, that’s evil!” she yelled.
“It’s just natural, girl. Here, let me show you.”
He pointed the device at her and pulled the trigger. Sparks leapt out at her, and stayed on her, this time for much longer. The world spun. Her entire body filled with pain. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor, feeling nauseous and dizzy. She opened her eyes again and looked at the floor. She could see each individual carpet fiber like a thick rope beneath her hands. She couldn’t fathom what would be waiting for her if she actually looked up.
The ground beneath her shook. She looked up.
About a hundred feet from her, she saw Ryan’s enormous bare feet, each the length of a city bus to her. He wiggled his toes and he laughed. His laugh was like the sound of a train rumbling above.
She was now on all of her fours, completely naked, on top of what used to be her gym outfit, in front of this God of a man.
“You see this beautiful body? These shaped muscles?” he said. He flexed his muscles in a complete routine. Katie was horrified- and fascinated. She watched as his enormous body glistened and rippled at his command.
“All of these thousands of calories, all of this amazing physique, came only from one dietary source: tiny people, like you.”
Katie did the math. Assuming they were all her size, that meant he ate hundreds of people a week. The sheer scale of his evil was breaking her brain. He looked up at his huge bulk, and pictured how many thousands of people had died to get him enough protein to get that gorgeously sculpted.
“Let me show you how this works, so that you understand,” he said. He bent down and sent his right hand towards her. She stood up, and tried to run, but his hand was so much faster than her, and his enormous, padded thumb and index finger gripped her from the front and the back. She flailed her legs uselessly as he put her on his palm.
“It’s NOT evil. It’s beautiful. I need you to see this,” he said. “I’ll teach you about your place before you fulfill your destiny. I know that you’re smarter than most, so you should understand this.
He walked her over to a coffee table, and placed her gently inside an empty, clear-sided glass cup. The sides were completely smooth, and a dozen of her feet above her head. There was just no way out. All she could do was look on in terror as this giant terrorized this city block’s worth of people that he kept in their little cages.
The giant man walked over to the same aquarium that Katie had been looking at earlier, and grabbed a long glass tube with plastic caps on each end from next to it. It was about 10 inches long to the giant, but the length of about 5 cars to Katie, and wide enough for someone her size to crouch in. He carefully unlatched and then lifted the cage lid off, and placed the tube inside, and popped one of the lids off one end.
“Remember my promise from yesterday, my friends?” The tiny people in the aquarium stirred. One started running towards the tube. “Ah! He remembers. Do the rest of you? If you folks get into my tube, and participate in one final experiment, I’ll make you big again, and let you go. Remember?”
A few more started making their way to the tube.
“And if any of you are too cowardly to help me with my science, I will slowly boil you alive,” Ryan threatened. Many more ran towards the tube. It now had the entire aquarium population inside it.
“Good pets,” Ryan said, and capped the end of the tube. He walked back over to where Katie was watching this, and sat down, so that she could hear and see everything clearly.
“Now Katie, you need to be part of this.” He said, and tipped her cup into his other hand. He walked to the couch and laid down flat, stared at her with his menacing eyes as she cowered in his palm. “I need you to stay on my throat until I take you off of it. Do not stray. Do not try to run, or I will break all your limbs. Do you understand?” Katie shuddered, and nodded.
She looked in his other hand, and she saw the tube full of a dozen people jumbled on top of one another, being held like a tube full of toys - but full of terrified, and slightly hopeful, people.
Ryan laid fully flat, and put Katie on his bulging Adam’s apple. She could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat and his breath going through his throat, and could see just a little past his chin and towards his other hand, which was removing the lid from one end of the tube, and turning it towards his horrible mouth. The people in it started to scream, seeing his lips part and make their way around the lowered end of their glass prison. They tried to climb over one another towards the other end of the tube, but he kept on increasing the angle - and they couldn’t win against gravity.
Katie could hear and feel him swallow individual people from the tube, slowly, one by one. She’d hear his thumb release from the end of the tube and the sound of the person falling into the mouth, muted suddenly by the giant’s lips covering the screams. She’s feel the swallow start, and then finish, as the giant’s enormous Adam’s apple beneath her twitched. She’d hear the victim’s muted screams as they made their way from the back of the giant’s mouth to right underneath her in his esophagus, and then to beneath that in his stomach, where the sheer thickness of the abdomen and the distance from his throat silenced their screams from her.
He did this, again and again, for each of the people trapped in the clear glass tube, until the 6th victim was swallowed. Then, he picked her up by gently squeezing her sides, and kept his hand with her in it in front, so she could now see the scene from a better angle.
Now she saw the next victim drop, screaming, terrified, into between his giant lips, his teeth thoughtfully pulled back. She saw his enormous muscular lips closing around him, and now she saw the sick grin on his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure during the slow swallow. She glanced downward, and noticed that the his cock was now rock-hard.
He was getting ungodly amounts of pleasure from this slow torture of all of the people in this tube.
He pulled his thumb back from the hole again, and a green-haired man fell out, but at the last second, he grasped at a middle-eastern looking woman, who was gripping onto the sides of the tube with her muscular legs, against all odds, with the weight of the 3 other people on top of her pushing down on them both. She was saving him from certain death with just her instincts and her quick skills. The green-haired man dangled there, and put his other arm out- getting a better hold onto the woman.
Ryan chuckled.
“That’s so heroic. If you really want to go down together, you all can,” he said, and tapped the back of the tube. All five people tumbled out of the tube, and into his enormous cave of a mouth, that he had opened extra wide. Ryan let them sit there for a moment, as he put the now empty glass tube down, and pulled Katie in even closer, to right in front of his jaws. She could feel the giant’s horrible breath go past her, and she looked just 20 feet below her to the victims. They were all screaming, and clawing at the wet, slippery tongue around them, trying defiantly to avoid the fate of being digested. She wished she could do something, but there was no way for her to stop the giant from closing his enormous lips, and swallowing - dragging the five terrified, screaming people down his esophagus and into his waiting stomach. He smiled, closed his eyes, and groaned in pleasure.
“Ugh, nothing gets me hotter than feeling them squirm all the way down,” he said.
“You seemed to want my dick before. Now, let me oblige your tiny heart,” Ryan said, and put her into his palm. He spat a giant wad of spit onto her. She choked, almost drowning in the sudden deluge, and didn’t have time to process what was happening when, with enormous G forces on her tiny little body, he quickly put his hand with her in it onto his enormous , and now rock-hard, cock.
Her world became nothing more than the scent and the feeling of his rock hard cock all over her tiny, naked body, as he used her as a texture toy for his enormous manhood. He stroked himself up and down, almost crushing her. She struggled to breathe in anything other than spit and the scent of his sweaty shaft.
Ryan put her back into the glass cup, and continued beating himself off. His moans were getting louder and louder. He put his cockhead right above the glass, and she stared up at it with terror. She heard the sound of his balls pumping the precum, like a giant organic pump kicking into gear, and she saw the clear liquid starting to drip off the cock-head the size of a car and into the cup.
“I love… feeling… their pathetic… squirms… in my stomach,” he said between pants. “And you’re next,” he said while staring straight at her. The gaze made terror spark through her heart, and she exhausted every brain cell she had to try to think of a way to escape. There was no way to escape other than through his mercy.
“Please…spare me. I won’t tell anyone,” she screamed up at him.
“Maybe…” he grunted out, his facial expression showing the agonizing pleasure of orgasm.
Thick, goopy, hot cum streamed out his cock, falling into the glass and all over Katie. She tried to hold her breath as the explosion of liquid coated her entire face and shoulders, and with spurt after spurt, became a deeper and deeper pool for the tiny woman. By the time the giant man was done with his load, she had to swim to keep her head above the surface of the cum pool. She felt just the sticky, squirming mass of giant-size sperm cells surrounding her body. She had to use her hand to wipe some of it away from her nose so she could breathe while swimming, and she dipped under the surface for a moment, bobbing towards the bottom of the glass.
When she came back up to the surface, she saw him looking down at her, a twisted, amused smile on her face.
“You think it’s hard to swim in that? Just wait until you try to do the backstroke in my stomach acid.”
His giant, pillowy fingers plucked her out of the glass.
“I don’t like the taste of my own cum much, though. I mean, gross, right?”
He walked her over to the kitchen table, and placed her onto an enormous porcelain dinner plate. She was the height of a button mushroom on it. She slipped, still covered in the coating of cum which was slick as oil against the smooth porcelain.
“Here. Wash yourself off,” he said as he placed a folded, wet washcloth next to her.
She walked over to the washcloth and squeezed some water out, splashing herself with it, and rubbing herself against the huge cloth, trying to get clean. The water was so cold, but she felt so violated by the feel of the cum all over her, that she was grateful for the chance to get a little more clean.
“Thank you, Ryan,” she said, hoping that her pathetic gesture of obedience might get her in his good graces. She felt more naked than she had ever felt before, under his threatening gaze, completely cold and wet.
“Aww, you’re so cute now,” he said. “I could just eat you up.”
He picked her up and held her upright in front of his face. She was shivering, both from fear, and from the cold water.
“Take one more look at your destiny,” he said with a sick smile, and moved his hand and her towards his stomach’s rock-hard abs. “These beautiful abs took so much hard work and exercise- and so much protein, from volunteers like you,” he said… Katie could hear muffled screams now that she was next to his stomach. Apparently, this type of death took some time. The giant’s stomach let out a hungry growl. It sounded like an enormous, evil machine’s hydraulic system behind the ab muscles, churning away, moving dozens of still-living, dying, and dead people through it, ceaselessly.
Katie winced, dreading the thought of going there. This couldn’t be the end for her. To be reduced to such insignificance? To just become a few calories for this man?
Ryan brought her to in front of his mouth, and burped. A blast of foul-smelling breath went past her, comfortably warm. She started sobbing.
“D…d…don’t!” She said between sobs.
He chuckled slightly, and parted his lips in front of her. Each of his front teeth was easily as long as one of her shins. He held her above his mouth, and gently touched her dangling feet with his tongue. The enormous, wet, powerful muscle, barely touched her legs at her as she kicked in fear.
“STOP!” she screamed. “I’m not food! I’m a human being!”
He pulled her away from his mouth for a moment, to be sure she could see his full face.
“If you were still a human being, you wouldn’t fit so easily into my mouth, silly,” he said, and put her in front of his mouth again. His lips opened once more, and Katie stared at the menacing white teeth - and the horrifying blackness behind the tongue.
Ryan gently placed her onto his tongue, and closed his lips around her rear, leaving her shoulders and head outside. His lips were soft and luscious, but to her tiny body, they were stronger than any person that had ever grappled her. She kicked and screamed, one last time, and she beat her tiny fists against the edges of this fleshy trap.
“Spit me out! Please! I won’t tell anyone!”
She could feel the vibrations of his small, amused chuckle rock her entire body, and saw that the lips she was trapped in were now smirking.
With a miniscule effort, he sucked her fully into his mouth. The light of the room they were in was replaced with darkness, and wet, and the heat of his body. She could hear and feel his heartbeat all around her. It was like the constant beat of a distant speaker at a nightclub. She struggled to breathe, there was so much spit covering her. She felt two teeth in front of her with her hands, and tried to back away from their dangerous edges. She tried to get to her knees in the little space between the tongue and the roof of his mouth, but the tongue was so slippery, she was just sliding and falling.
He pinned her to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, and opened his mouth slightly. With a slight lisp from his tongue position, he said, “Here: Your final glance at light!” She looked below her and saw mostly just the bottom edge of his mouth and lips - but beyond that, he could see the kitchen table, and the enormous plate, and the light from the motion-activated lamp in the corner of the room.
He closed his mouth again, and released her from the pin. He opened up his jaw slightly, making the inside of his mouth tall enough for her to stand in. She thought for a moment that he was changing his mind, and she got to her feet on the slippery surface of the tongue. Was he going to show her mercy, like he hinted at earlier?
In a sudden rush, the tongue, and the muscles of the neck worked together in a swallowing reflex, pushing Katie prone, and pulling her to the back of Ryan’s throat and into his esophagus. Katie screamed in terror as the muscular tube pulled her down the throat. It brought her to a fleshy hole for a moment, and Katie could hear the screams of the other victims clearly now. The hole at the top of the stomach automatically opened and she dropped into a chamber that smelled like the pure essence of vomit.
She fell on top of the small crowd of people who were swallowed from the tube. She tried to right herself and realized through the senses of touch and sound that they were all standing in a deep pool of stomach acid that was now about as high as her breasts. Some of the people were sobbing, some were hugging each other, and some were talking.
“But he said he’d let us go,” one man said.
“I know. This was supposed to be an experiment.”
“Maybe he’ll barf us all up?”
“He never did that to any of the other victims I’ve seen him eat,” a woman said.
Someone wailed.
“Would you all shut up and just let me die in peace,” another said.
Their entire chamber rocked with a delighted laugh that filled their ears with its force.
“Your squirms are so delicious,” the giant said, patting his belly, throwing waves of force through the stomach. Some people fell down.
After he did this, Katie heard a disturbing plumbing-like sound of a rushing liquid, and the pool of acid they were all in got deeper. The terrified crowd tried to keep their heads above it as it steadily trickled in, like a pool getting filled by a garden hose. Katie knew what she would become if the acid got deep enough for her to have to tread water. She couldn’t tread above the acid forever, and there was no surface to cling to in this smooth, fleshy prison.
Soon after this, the acid started to make her skin feel tingly. Too tingly. It then intensified to a burning sensation. She stopped trying to swim then, and just accepted her fate. She breathed out and sunk to the bottom of the acid bath, beneath the squirming, screaming crowd of people, and breathed the deadly liquid into her tiny, pathetic lungs. She could control one last thing: how quickly she could stop squirming.