Who Moved Our Food

04/07/2019

Meet the characters:

Bambi, a lab tech

Sharon, another lab tech and Bambi's roommate

Drag and Drop, their slacker boyfriends

Enid, the lab supervisor

The scene is a psyche lab in a large Midwestern university.  The two lab techs,

Bambi and Sharon, sit observing their subjects.  Both hold pens and clipboards. 

Both wear white coats, are blonde and attractive.  The large room is filled with

a complex series of plastic tunnels, about knee-high to the ladies.   

"I'm bored!" Sharon exploded.  "Three whole days, and all they do is sit there,

those lazy bums.  What's the point of this, anyway?"

Bambi shook her head.  "I dunno.  We're supposed to be tracking what they do,

but they don't even move.  Hey you guys," she said to the small subjects below

them.  "Do something, will ya?"  Bambi knew they could not hear her, so she

reached down toward a wide space in the tunnel and tapped on the plastic roof.

Drag looked up from the basketball game on his miniature TV to see his giant

girlfriend's tapping fingernail and higher up, her appealing face.  "Hi

sweetie," he called out, waving up to her.  "Hey Drop, look who's saying hello."

Drop glanced up from his cushioned recliner and his eyes immediately went back

to the game.  "Yeah, yeah.  Hi Bambi," he said, and waved absently. 

The girls had heard nothing, but simply observed their tiny boyfriends settling

back into their sports-induced coma.  "Grrr," muttered Bambi.  "That's the

trouble.  Everything they need is right there - food, beer, TV and comfy

chairs.  They don't even miss us."

Sharon smiled.  "I know how to fix that.  Keep an eye out for Enid though.  I'm

going to flash them."

"What!  You might get caught, you know."

"It'll be worth it.  Good thing I'm not wearing panties today.  Oh boys..." 

Sharon's tone became musical as she straddled the tube-like structure.  "Here I

come."

The approaching dark shadow got the men's attention as they glimpsed Sharon's

massive crotch descending on their clear roof.  As she settled in, her pussy

squashed into the plastic, giving the boys a hint of what going inside might be

like.  Needless to say, this had quite an effect on Drag and Drop.

"Man!  How long can this go on?" wondered Drag as the show continued. 

"All day and night as far as I'm concerned," replied Drop, never taking his eyes

off Sharon's delights.  But then she abruptly stood up, and swung her titanic

leg away. 

"Aw, shit.  Must be Enid."

He was right.  The girl's supervisor had returned. 

"All right," Enid rapped out as she stood by the door.  "What exactly were you

two doing?"  Enid was a dark-haired, older woman with a sour expression and

dowdy half-glasses resting on her nose.  Whatever fun had existed quickly

evaporated.

"Um, nothing really," said Bambi.  "Just observing.  There was no contact, just

like you said."

"Oh yes, I could see that," said Enid sarcastically.  "Do you suppose they got a

good look, Sharon?"

Sharon could only blush.  Enid went on.  "Anyway, you can go home now.  I'll

take over from here.  I think you'll find that things will be slightly more

interesting tomorrow."

"OK, Enid, said Bambi.  "Goodnight guys."

"Yeah, 'night little ones.  See you in the morning," added Sharon, who flipped

her skirt seductively as she sauntered past.  "Sweet dreams." 

Once the girls left, Enid took up their post, to the dismay of the little men. 

They tried to focus on their televised game and did their best to ignore her.

"Hey Drag, another beer?" yelled Drop as he filled his glass at the keg.

"Don't mind if I do."  The beer helped them to forget that a nasty looking woman

was watching them intently.  Occasionally one them looked up, and when they did

it was the same thing - Enid's snake-like eyes and dour expression.  As far as

they could tell, she never smiled. 

The guys had a final snack from the large food supply in the corner.  The food

resembled and tasted like Chee-tos but was full of essential nutrients, they

were told.  Then another beer and off to bed.  Their beds were actually the same

chairs they'd been sitting on all day, only laid flat.  The lights never really

went out, but they turned the TV off and tried to sleep.  Drag glanced up at the

huge, unchanging face and shuddered under his blanket. 

"I'll be glad when this is all over," Drag whispered.  "That bitch gives me the

creeps."

"Never mind," answered his buddy.  "Tomorrow's gonna be great - just think of

that."

And the men went to sleep dreaming of their girlfriends' giant lips, breasts and

asses.

Morning had come around and Drop opened his eyes first.  He glanced up - no

giant face was there.  Relieved, he sat up in his chair-bed.  He didn't know

why, but something seemed wrong.

As was his habit, he reached for TV clicker to get the previous night's scores. 

He pressed 'power.'  Nothing happened.

"Shit."

A sleepy Drag turned over in bed.  "Wassa matter?"

"TV won't work.  And...hey!"  Drop stared at the corner where their food supply

had been.  "Where the hell's our food?"   

"Oh boy, " mumbled Drag.  "No TV, no food.  But at least we have beer - that's

something."

"Yeah I guess," replied Drop morosely.  "I could use one now, too."  He walked

over to the keg, grabbed a clean mug and pulled the tap.  An explosion of air

mixed with beer foam dribbled into the glass, followed by a pathetic hissing

sound that faded to silence. 

It was the last straw.

"NO BEER!" cried the enraged Drop.  "AAAAHHHHHHGGGHHH!"

The men, although now fully awake, did not notice Bambi and Sharon who had

returned to start their work day.  The girls smiled and waved at them, but then

Bambi saw their distressed faces. "What's wrong, guys," she mouthed, so Enid

would not hear.

Drag got up and pointed to the dead TV, and empty space where food had been, and

lastly, the empty keg.  "Where?  Why?  How?"

Sharon gave them a sympathetic look.  "Guys," she said softly.  "You're supposed

to look for new food."  She realized that the men could not hear her in their

plastic world, so she made motions of picking up food with their fingers and

putting it into her mouth.  Then she made little walking finger motions to

indicate the hunt.

"Yeah," added Bambi.  "Better start now - you'll be hungry."

Drop looked at his friend.  "Hey Drag, you can read lips.  What's she saying?"

"She's saying we better start now.  I agree.  This assignment just got shittier,

but what the hell can we do?"

Drop shook his head.  "Uh uh.  I'm staying right here.  Our girls won't let us

starve.  They gotta feed us."

"Not if Enid's around," said Drag.  "And I have a feeling she's always floating

around somewhere."

Enid sat in her office, absorbed in the drama captured by the hidden video

cameras.  She smiled broadly as she watched the monitors - obviously Drag was

going to hunt for new food while Drop stayed behind.  Just as she suspected. 

But how long would Drop's resolve last?  Longer than the white mice?  Oh, it was

all so fascinating.

Back in the lab, Sharon looked at Bambi.

"I dunno, Bamb.  I'm worried.  These guys don't adapt well to change."

Bambi nodded.  "To say the least."

"Then what should we do?"

"Our jobs.  Watch and record.  We have to put aside emotion and let them get on

with it.  They agreed to this, after all."

Sharon suddenly smiled.  "Yes, they certainly did.  Tell you what, I'll go check

on Drag's progress while you stay with Drop.  I'll come back and report to you

at lunch."

"You got it.  See you."

Part 2

Sharon smiled.  That was Bambi's boyfriend down there, traversing the maze of

clear tunnels, and she shouldn't be having these thoughts.  But she was.  She

had taken a recent interest in Drag - something about him at this new size made

him irresistible to her. 

The blonde lab technician passed the time thinking about him.  If she could only

reach down - he was right there - and wrap her fingers around him.  Then what? 

Smuggle him out and away from here, maybe?  Kidnap, tease, torture, and play

with her new toy.  The sex would be incredible - she'd see to that.   The idea

gave her chills.

But then again...Bambi.   Sharon couldn't do that to her.  Unless.  Yes, that

was it!  Get Bambi involved.  Two giant women and one tiny man.  Double the fun

and even more possibilities.   Sharon's whole body shivered and she could feel

her nipples hardening.  The idea was perfect.  She would bring it up with Bambi

tonight.          

Drag knew she was there, of course.  Every so often he'd glance up, wondering

why it was Sharon observing him and not Bambi.  He looked up now and caught her

eye.  She smiled at him.  It was an odd smile, he thought.  Funny how he never

noticed before now her tanned complexion, her warm eyes, the corn-silk hair

falling against her cheek.  And her body wasn't bad either.   Yes, he was

committed to Bambi, but that didn't mean...

Drag sighed.  Time to go back to work.  He needed to find the new food supply,

and fast.  Certainly there were little caches of water at intervals, but that

did little to stop the rumblings inside him.  Those little cheesy snacks hadn't

been much, but take them away and they become very important indeed.  To Drag

they now seemed like gourmet food.

One thing Enid the lab supervisor had done was to leave paper and writing tools

scattered throughout the maze.  Drag had guessed that these were to leave clues

for Drop in case Drop had decided to follow.  So Drag took up an orange crayon,

drew a rough likeness of a Cheese Doodle and attached it to the wall.  He

chuckled.  "Even Drop should be able to figure that out," he said to

himself.    

Sharon was beginning to feel a few rumblings herself.  She glanced at the clock-

almost lunchtime.  Feeling only slightly guilty, she got up and pushed her face

close to Drag in his plastic space.  "I'm going to lunch now.  Be back soon,

lover."  Sharon then licked her full lips and made a kissing face at the tiny

man below. 

Drag watched her go.  There was no food for him yet, but the what he'd just seen

was nourishment enough.  He decided to a take little break himself.

Sharon came back to find Bambi at her station; the same spot they had both

occupied earlier.  Bambi had decided to have her lunch there and had it spread

around her.   Sharon went to the fridge to get hers and settled in next to

Bambi.  Soon there was food everywhere.

Everywhere, except for inside that little plastic room.  Drop had been laying

low, waiting for this moment.  Now both girls were here, and they were about to

eat.  Drop laughed out loud.  What a fool Drag had been!  If he'd stayed, he'd

be eating soon, too.  He hoped Drag could find his way back.

Drop salivated as he watched the girls intently.  Bambi opened some tin foil and

picked up a slice of pizza.  It was huge, loaded with cheese and toppings.   She

rammed the slice into her mouth and chewed ravenously.  "Hey," Drop called out. 

"How 'bout a piece for me?"  But the girls did not hear or even notice him. 

They were laughing at some private joke. 

Sharon liked to eat light.  She opened a container of yogurt then reached for a

spoon.  It was a very large spoon - Sharon must have grabbed the wrong one - and

she dipped it into the yogurt.  A massive heaped spoonful emerged and went

sailing towards Sharon's open mouth.  Most of the goo went inside but a little

spilled onto her chin.  She wiped it with a finger and sucked it off.  Then with

a coated, creamy tongue she licked the remaining yogurt from the back of her

spoon. 

"Me," whimpered Drop with a hint of desperation.  "What about me?  I like yogurt

too."

The rest of lunch became the little man's nightmare.  The girls guzzled sodas,

savored salads, and nibbled desserts, chattering nonstop between mouthfuls.  At

one point a large chunk of Bambi's chocolate-chip cookie broke off as she bit

into it and it fell to the floor.  Drop sprang to his feet and pounded his fist

on the tunnel wall.

"I want that!  Give it to me - I'm starved!"

Bambi automatically reached down and flicked the cookie fragment into the trash,

then resumed her conversation. 

Finally, lunch was over.  The two girls lay back in their chairs, well

satisfied.   Sharon gave a little burp while Bambi patted her stomach.   Then

Bambi glanced down.

"Oh my God - we're monsters!  Look at Drop."

Sharon followed her gaze and caught sight of her little boyfriend's expression. 

The poor man's face was against the glass.  His eyes were wide and his mouth

open - he was gasping like a goldfish.  He looked like a street urchin. 

Sharon tried to look sympathetic.  But he didn't have to be hungry, she

thought.  Maybe now he'd join the hunt.   "Sorry, babe.  Rules are rules."

And she burped again.

 

Enid, too, had just cleaned up her own meal.  Seated at her desk behind her

monitors, she had watched the lunch hour activities with interest.   She had

almost burst out laughing at the sight of Drop begging for food.  She hadn't had

this much fun in ages.

But the sight on the other monitor was even more interesting.  Enid had seen the

flirtation between Sharon and the tiny Drag, then watched in amazement as the

young man lay down and masturbated furiously.  "Hmmm," she thought darkly.  "He

never did that after our sessions.  Maybe I should work on that aspect."

Bambi was now alone with Drop.  The lunch mess had been cleared away and Sharon

had returned to her station.

"I'm really sorry," mouthed Bambi.  "We didn't mean to eat in front of you - I

mean - we're new to this too."

Drop couldn't lip read very well but he got the gist.  "That's all right,

Bambi.  But do me a favor.  Tell me where the new food is.  I gotta find it by

tonight."

Bambi looked both ways, then lifted a side of her lab coat.  She pointed to the

far side of the room.

"But how do I get there?" 

Bambi shrugged, than made the familiar walking motions with her fingers.

Drop took a deep breath.  "All right.  Here I go."  With an effort, he stood up,

took a last drink of water then went down the same passage that Drag had

taken.  

"Thank God," said Bambi as she got to her feet.  "Now I can get off my butt and

DO something."

"I'm back, lover."

Sharon had returned to find Drag lying on his back with his pants off.  She had

a pretty good idea what he's been up to.  Maybe she would help things along. 

Red-faced, Drag quickly got to his feet and pulled his pants back on.  He looked

up to see Sharon's face at close range.  She started to pucker her lips and Drag

came closer to that amazing sight.  It was magic.  His erection sprang up and he

once again decided this was way better than hunting food.

Then Sharon decided to have some fun.  Her lips came closer and closer to the

plastic wall, and Drag leaned in as if to meet her halfway.  But at the last

second, the giantess lowered her face and squashed her nose right into the

surface. 

Drag gave a startled yelp and jumped back.  Sharon's attractive features had

changed to a repulsive, Quasimodo-style face.  Her contorted nostrils and mashed

up noseflesh filled his entire vision, her hot breath steaming up the plastic. 

Then she drew back and laughed heartily at him. 

"Damn," Drag muttered.  "I ain't got time for this.  I gotta find some food." 

He looked disgustedly over his shoulder and moved off down the passage. 

But Sharon was still laughing and wiping her eyes.  "Ha ha!  I wish I could have

seen that.  Must have been cool."

Just think, she thought.  Think of all the other tricks I could play.  This...is

going to be a blast.

     

Part 3

It had been a long two hours for Drop.  Since lunchtime he had covered a fair

distance and felt he'd reach the new food supply soon.  After all, he had found

several of Drag's calling cards - artistic renditions of a familiar cheesy snack

with arrows underneath pointing the way.  These had been placed in strategic

spots so that when faced with a fork or a crossroads, Drop would know where to

follow.

He glanced upwards and smiled.  Yes, Bambi was still there, recording his

progress on her clipboard.  He studied her for a moment.  The long blonde hair a

shade darker than Sharon's, her warm brown eyes, the dimples that formed when

she smiled back.  Like now.   Drop felt a wave of encouragement; he felt as

though she was rooting for him.

But he knew he must not hesitate.  Drop made his way down yet another plastic

passage and came upon a new intersection.  Right away he scanned the walls

another drawing.  Strangely, there was nothing there.  And then he saw it: a

sheet of paper lying on the floor.  With a trembling hand, he reached out and

retrieved it.

Sure enough, it was a drawing.  The snack and the arrow were both there.  But

the drawing had once been on the wall and must have fluttered down.  The arrow

now pointed meaninglessly, uselessly, toward nothing. 

Wildly, he looked at the three tunnels before him - which one?   In the name of

God, which one?   Hunger was now beating his stomach lining like a huge

drumstick, and the wrong direction could be fatal.   Drop sank miserably to the

ground and put his head in his hands.

"No," he whispered.  "No...no...no..."

Sharon was proud of her subject.  Drag had reached the food at last and was

busily making up for lost time.  Interesting, she thought.  Once the original

food supply had disappeared, this little man had sized up the situation and

calmly taken action.  Now his forethought had paid off; he was safe.  There was

even a little keg of cold beer nearby as a reward.  She sat and watched as he

ate and drank voraciously. 

"That's it, little man.  Build up your strength.  You'll need it."

To her surprise, Drag looked just as up as she spoke.  He looked puzzled.

"What will I need strength for?  What's going on?"

Sharon smiled and shrugged.  Damn! she thought.  I forgot that he could read

lips. 

Then another question occurred to Drag.  "Where's Drop?"

Hmm, good question, thought Sharon.  She stood up and surveyed the room.  Then

her eyes grew wide as she saw her friend Bambi standing a good 25 feet away. 

"Oh, no," she muttered.   Sharon knew that Drop would never make it to the food

today, maybe even tomorrow.  He was just too far away.  Sharon shook her head

and said, "Twenty-five feet."

Drag made up his mind.  He'd have a few more snacks and then backtrack.  He'd

find Drop and bring him back here before dark.  He just hoped like hell the food

would still be here. 

A few minutes later, he waved up to Sharon and set off.  And she was prouder

still.

Bambi was horrified.  Drop needed help - and soon.  She felt helpless.  She

didn't know what to do.  But then she slipped her hand into he lab coat and felt

a hard something.  Her fingers took hold of it and pulled it out.  She squinted

at the object.  It was a purple M&M.  Must have left it there after a chocolate

fix, she thought.  And then she got an idea.

Enid the lab supervisor had mostly kept out sight that day.  Bambi thought that

possibly, just possibly she could sneak the M&M to Drop, just to tide him

over.   It was risky, but she knew she couldn't leave him like this.  She warmed

the candy between her hands for a few minutes, then, glancing behind her,

reached down and slipped the catch to a small opening on the tunnel's side. 

Drop was now all attention.  Bambi held the M&M between her thumb and forefinger

then let it fall into the tunnel.

In a flash, Drop was on the confection.  Its candy shell was too hard for his

teeth, so he bashed it with an elbow, and with a piece he scooped out the

life-giving nourishment and ate greedily from it. 

Still eating, he looked at Bambi and gave her the thumbs up.   With a broad

smile of relief, she returned the gesture.  Then Drop saw her look away suddenly

towards a speaker on the wall.   Her beaming expression turned worried. 

Outside the tunnel, the news was not good.  An announcement had just come over

the public address system:  "Will Bambi and Sharon please report to Enid

immediately.  That is all."  

The two girls waited nervously in their boss's tidy, clinical office.  They had

never been in trouble like this before, and could tell from Enid's black

expression they were in for it. 

"Well, you two, I wish to inform you that the study has been aborted.  Contact

with the subjects was made by one of you, and the results must now be

invalidated.   Bambi, would you care to explain your behavior?"

Bambi wore a shocked look.  "He was lost, confused.  I knew he'd never make it -

not today, anyway, and it would have been cruel not to act."

Enid made a dismissive noise.  "But there was plenty of water.  He would have

been fine in a day or two.  Haven't you ever heard of fasting?"

Bambi and Sharon simply glared at their supervisor.  It was no use answering.

"Naturally," Enid went on, "the subjects must forfeit their pay for this week's

work.  And you Bambi - this infraction will be noted on your next performance

evaluation.   As for the subjects, I will begin the enlarging process tonight

and you may collect your boyfriends tomorrow morning."  Enid paused, exhaled and

reached for some new paperwork.  "This meeting is over.  You are dismissed."

Sharon did not move, however.  She cleared her throat.  "Enid, I have a

suggestion."

The supervisor was annoyed.  "Yes, what is it?"

"Don't enlarge Drag.  Give him to us, the way he is.  Bambi and I will take care

of him." 

There was silence in the room.  Bambi was surprised, but then a tiny smile crept

across her face.  Sharon looked into her eyes and the smile became a broad

grin. 

"Interesting," said Enid.  "I foresee problems, though.  What about Drop?"

"He could stay small too," said Bambi, warming to the idea.  "But I'm not sure

if I'd want the responsibility of both.  What do you think, Sharon?"

Sharon shifted in her seat and leaned in towards Enid.  "Hmmm.  Maybe Enid could

use a subject of her own." 

Now Enid's face began to change.  Her dark eyes expanded and her pale cheeks

actually flushed.  

"Yes," she said absently.  "Yes.  Perhaps I could conduct further motivation

studies...from my home."   Then she appeared to come to the surface.  "One other

thing concerns me.  Will anyone miss these guys?"

Bambi and Sharon looked at each other, shrugged, and looked back to Enid

earnestly.   They all laughed at once. 

It was settled.

The guys took the news surprisingly well.  There was only one question from

Drop: "Will there be beer?"  Enid assured him there would be.

Weeks later, Drag woke up at one p.m.   He was sticky, exhausted and trapped

between the flesh of Sharon's thigh and Bambi's left buttock.  Here we go again,

he thought.

The girls were in the mood for fun that night and the lovemaking had lasted for

hours.  There was no shower for the little man; he was left panting with the

residue of love juices coating his body as the girls settled in for sleep.  Drag

slept in between the two on this lumpy pullout sofa bed and often found himself

squashed and sandwiched by the girls. 

By now he had learned not to panic - the girls didn't like to be awaked by

screams, and he knew they would shift their bodies eventually.  He used some

shallow breathing techniques and looked for pockets of air among the flesh, and

soon, he knew, all would be well.

It was taking a long time tonight, though.  The girls loved to "spoon" after an

intimate night and they were at it now, lovingly snuggled together with the tiny

Drag imprisoned between them.  One of the girls mumbled in her sleep.  Drag

sighed. 

Such is life, he thought.  I wonder how Drop is doing?

Drop liked to turn in early.  Enid was a night owl and liked routine.  She would

invariably lay in bed, naked, reading her steamy romance novels, with the tiny

man sleeping by her side.  Every night at this time, Enid would begin to tire of

her book and begin to feel the stirrings... 

She poked the sleeping man.  "Drop, wake up.  I need you again."

He opened his tired eyes.  The lights were burning brightly and he dearly wanted

sleep.  But the harsh, insistent voice, he knew, had to be obeyed. 

The giant hand half pulled and half pushed Drop to his appointed station. 

Somehow, in the bright light, the sight before him seemed even more grotesque. 

"Enid, can't you turn the lights down?"

But the giantess ignored him.  He knew he must get busy or there would be no

beer, or maybe food, tomorrow.   He pushed his way up past the stubble of her

crotch and took hold of the wrinkly flesh.  Massive, leathery fingers came down

to assist by separating the huge lips.  The awful cave stood before him.  He

shuddered, closed his eyes and went to work. 

Enid lay back happily.  She had never imagined so much pleasure could be gained

from taking her work home.   Maybe she could keep the buzz going.  Her frenzied

mind imagined a whole team of tiny men, serving her whole body at once.  Maybe

in time...

But now she peered over to see her one and only subject working hard.  Yes, more

of them would be nice, she mused, but he'd do fine for now.   Her pet, her

research subject, her toy.  A small morsel of humanity.  Just a Drop in the

bucket.     

(If you enjoyed this story and have comments or suggestions, please e-mail me:

[email protected]  Thanks, Nemo.)

 

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