Clonesumables: The Micro-Sizer
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Mallory coughed, her head swimming. Everything around her was a blur. She felt dizzy, too, like she was about to throw up, though the feeling was quickly dissipating. Her head throbbed, and it felt like her insides had been put through a washing machine.
What in the world had happened?
She tried to retrace her steps. The morning had been a normal one. She had woken up, exercised, had breakfast. Then she had gotten on her computer and finally put in the order for...
For the Clonesumables Micro-Sizer.
Mallory had seen the news stories. This new "Clonesumables" company was running into trouble. Rumors abounded that their product was unsafe, that the clones it created were too dangerous. Mallory had been disappointed, as she had been interested in the product herself.
So when Clonesumables had announced a new product for those worried about safety issues, she had put in an order. The Micro-Sizer was supposed to alleviate all those concerns, by creating a clone that wouldn't be capable of overpowering the original.
She had just sent the order in this morning. Or at least, it had felt like this morning.
Mallory's vision finally started to clear, and she found herself looking at a female feline. She had short black fur, with white "socks" around her hands and feet, as well as a white area on the bottom half of her jaw. She was naked, and looked as confused and disoriented as Mallory felt.
Because Mallory was looking at herself. An exact carbon copy of her own body.
The other Mallory looked at her, and at the same moment, they both cursed.
Mallory spun around, taking in her surroundings. She was in her kitchen, standing on the table. Except everything was enormous. She stood next to an apple that was almost half as big as her. Massive kitchen tools surrounded her. And standing next to the table was yet another Mallory.
Except this one was huge. She looked exactly like Mallory, except Mallory probably wouldn't have even reached the height of her knee. The enormous copy of her wore a large apron, and was holding a strange metal device in her hands.
The device wasn't the Micro-Sizer itself, of course: the actual cloning was done in a lab with the sample that you sent in. Like the full-sized clones, they were sent in a special containment unit, which kept them asleep and alive until you woke them up.
Mallory's heart clenched. This huge feline wasn't an enormous copy of her.
She was a tiny copy of it.
She spun around and tried to bolt for the other end of the table. Maybe if she could get clear, she could find somewhere to hide.
Before she got more than two steps, she felt a large hand wrap around her body, lifting her into the air. The hand spun her around so that she was facing the large feline's face. The big Mallory had set down the machine and grabbed the other small clone, as well, holding her in her other hand.
"Wow!" Big Mallory's voice boomed at the two of them. "I can't believe it worked! This is so cool!"
Mallory, for her part, tried to squirm her way out of her captor's hands. This had to be some kind of mistake! Some kind of nightmare! She was supposed to be the one in control here!
Except, of course, that was the whole point: the machine created a clone of you that felt just as entitled to life as you did. That believed it was the real thing.
"Let me go!" Mallory screamed, trying to twist around to bite the large fingers holding her.
The big feline just giggled, pulling Mallory close and opening her mouth. She gave Mallory a lick, her rough tongue sliding across her upper chest and face, mussing her fur.
Mallory wrinkled her nose. The large feline's breath still smelled strongly of the fish she had eaten this morning.
"You two are so cute," the large feline said. "I can't wait! Let's see..." She set them back down on the table, then reached over and pressed a button on the Micro-Sizer device.
Mallory immediately felt a strong force draw her ankles together, causing them to smack into each other so hard she would probably have a bruise. Her wrists were also yanked behind her back and held together by an invisible field. With her center of balance suddenly lost, Mallory fell forward, landing on her stomach on the wood table.
"Let's see here..." the big feline picked up both Mallory and the other small clone, setting them beside each other. "I think you'll be lunch," she said, pointing at the other cat. "And you'll be dessert," she added, poking Mallory in the stomach with an index finger, thankfully with her claw retracted. "So let's get started!"
Mallory looked around at the other items on the table. She had been planning on this for a while, considering different ideas of what she could try. She had wanted something special, but not too complicated. She had practiced swallowing large food items whole in preparation for this, but it would be her first time eating something alive.
The large feline reached into a bag and pulled out a large hot dog bun, setting it down on a wooden cutting board in front of her.
The other small cat let out a gasp and tried to squirm away.
The big Mallory reached out and picked up the other clone. "Mmm... I bet you know exactly what's coming, right?"
"Please!" The small feline pleaded. "Don't do this!"
Big Mallory ignored her, setting her down on the bun and pushing her into the split in the bread. From the angle where she was lying, Mallory could no longer see her small companion; the sides of the bun blocked her vision.
"I'm begging you! Please, don't -- mmph!" 
The huge feline had picked up a container of mustard, pointed it at the bun, and squeezed. A large glob of the thick condiment splattered right where the smaller feline's head would be. Mallory heard coughing and spluttering, but the large feline kept squeezing, moving the stream up and down to cover the length of the bun. Ketchup came next, and the large feline added a copious amount of that as well.
Then she started piling on other toppings as well, layering relish, chopped onion, a pickle spear, and tomato slices onto the top of her creation. Finally satisfied, she smiled.
"Wow... this looks delicious." She looked down at Mallory. "Here, you'll want to see this."
A huge hand picked Mallory up, carrying her to the edge of the table and setting her down in a sitting position, her legs dangling over the edge.
She thought about jumping. But that would likely just result in a broken leg, and even if it didn't, she couldn't run with her ankles bound like this.
The big feline picked up her meal and held it out, low enough for Mallory to see.
She couldn't help but stare at the huge, person-sized hot dog resting on an enormous hand. At first glance, it actually didn't look that different from a normal hot dog -- there were enough condiments to leave the "meat" entirely covered. The only real indication of anything unusual was the fact that the entire thing was wiggling slightly, and that muffled cries and pleas were still coming from beneath the mountain of condiments. That, and a bit of black tail that was hanging out of one end.
"Looks tasty, right? I'd offer you a taste if you weren't too small for it." The big feline grinned, then lifted the bun to her mouth. The end with the tail was facing away from her, towards Mallory, meaning the other clone's head was pointed towards the large Mallory's muzzle. "Bottoms up!"
The predator opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid the end of the bun inside. She had to squish the bun slightly to get it to fit, causing some of the condiments to run off the side and onto her fingers.
Mallory's entire body tensed as she watched. She remembered the question she had asked herself when thinking about this moment, when deciding to order from Clonesumables: to bite, or not to bite? She had looked it up online, there seemed to be proponents for both sides. She hadn't come to an actual decision before placing the order. Now she strained her ears, wondering if she was about to hear a loud crunch.
She didn't. The big feline hesitated for a moment, then let out a low moan and pushed the wiggling bun deeper into her mouth. She actually gagged slightly as it started to push into her throat, but she managed to get herself back under control.
Mallory watched as the giant version of her mashed the entire bun, along with all of its contents, into her mouth. Then she tilted her head back and swallowed, giving Mallory a perfect view of the large lump as it slid down her neck and disappeared into her collarbone. Her lips and chin were covered with flecks of mustard, which she licked up with swipes of her tongue.
"Wow," the enormous feline gasped. "Wow."
She giggled, licking the spilled condiments off of her fingers before turning to look at Mallory. "I can feel her. She's still wiggling in there! It's amazing!"
The big feline grabbed Mallory with a still slightly sticky hand and pressed her body against her large stomach. And, indeed, Mallory could feel it, too: a wiggling an squirming come from beneath fur and flesh.
The large cat purred, rotating her shoulders and hips as she writhed in place. "It feels so good, I just wanna... mmm, but I've still got dessert to take care of." She grinned down at Mallory. "Right, cutie?"
Mallory swallowed hard. Begging and pleading hadn't worked; maybe she should try a different tack? "Look, she tasted good, right? You don't want to ruin it by over-stuffing yourself. You should probably save me for later."
The large feline grinned, showing sharp teeth. "Nice try, but I want my dessert now. I can't wait to feel what it's like to have two of you squirming in there."
Mallory let out a squeak as she was placed on the cutting board. She wondered what plans she had come up with for "dessert."
She flinched as she saw a huge kitchen knife rise into the air above her, but the knife didn't come down on her. Instead, the large feline started chopping up something else. Mallory couldn't see from where she was laying, but she felt the table shudder beneath her with each chop of the knife.
Then the large feline focused on Mallory again, bringing her hand towards her. Pinched between her thumb and index finger was an apple slice.
And Mallory knew exactly what she was planning on doing with it.
She opened her mouth to protest, only to have a corner of the apple slice shoved into it. She gagged, but the giant hand kept pushing the slice in deeper.
She had practiced swallowing large objects, but nothing the size of this. It was longer than her leg and substantially thicker. The corner and edges scraped her throat and mouth.
A second huge hand propped Mallory up into a sitting position, and the apple was lifted up, creating a straight line from her throat to her stomach. With a single, painful push, the fruit was shoved down her gullet and into her stomach.
Mallory gasped for air as the hand pulled back. Her throat burned, and her stomach ached. But before she had time to properly get her bearings, the hand returned, holding another apple slice. The hand cupping her back brought up two fingers to squeeze her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth, and the second apple slice was shoved inside.
Mallory could only moan and squirm as piece after piece of fruit was stuffed down her gullet. Grapes and tangerine slices joined the apples. At least those were softer, but she barely had enough time to catch her breath between pieces. After the giant hands finished jamming one item down her throat, the next one would be on its way in seconds.
Finally, the large feline seemed to be finished. She pulled her hands away.
"Oog," Mallory said. Her stomach had bloated to enormous proportions, and it was lumpy and misshapen. She could easily pick out the shapes of the fruit that had been stuffed into her. She opened her mouth and released a loud, fruity-flavored belch.
"I'm gonna split in half," she complained.
"I hope not!" The large feline said. "Because we're not quite done yet."
"Huh?"
Something hard and tasting of plastic shoved into her mouth.
Mallory looked up to see her giant doppleganger holding one of those plastic bags with a hard hard nozzle at one end, like they use for decorating cakes. The nozzle had been inserted into Mallory's muzzle.
The large feline grinned and squeezed.
Mallory felt the thick cream push out of the tip of the nozzle and into her throat. Her tongue couldn't get any purchase on it, and she was unable to eject the large thing from her mouth. She could do nothing but swallow.
The hard edges and bulges in her stomach slowly began to soften as the cream filled the empty space in her stomach. Mallory coughed and gagged, but the large feline seemed determined to empty the entire bag into her. Finally, she pulled the nozzle out of Mallory's mouth.
Mallory's huge stomach sat before her, now looking round instead of lumpy. She had never felt so bloated. Even if her legs weren't still bound, she wouldn't be capable of walking in this state. Even her throat felt full.
"Perfect!" Mallory's tormentor grasped her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her into the air, causing her belly to strain as it hung beneath her. "A nice little cream-filled fruit treat." She poked one huge finger into the soft, round orb, causing Mallory to eject a glob of the cream from her mouth with a wet glck noise.
The glob splattered onto the back of the huge feline's hand. She just smiled and licked it off.
"Please," Mallory begged. She heard her voice crack. "I'm... I'm you! This could be you here instead of me."
The feline brought Mallory up close to her mouth. It looked as though she were going to say something, but instead, Mallory heard a rumble come from somewhere below. The rumble moved up, the large feline's mouth opened, and a blast of warm air washed over Mallory.
She wrinkled her nose. The air smelled strongly of mustard and relish.
Apparently deciding that that was enough of a response, the large feline moved the hand holding Mallory towards a large bowl. The hand lowered, and Mallory found herself dunked into a pool of melted chocolate, pushed down until her head was submerged.
She cried out as the warm chocolate coated her, getting in her eyes and mouth. She tried by reflex to draw in a breath, pulling the sweet stuff into her lungs, causing her to convulse.
Thankfully, the fingers only held her down for a second or two before pulling her out. The chocolate covered her, dripping from her soaking fur as she coughed and spluttered, trying to pull air into her burning lungs.
The large Mallory held her up, looking at her round, stuffed, chocolate-covered treat, and licked her lips. The huge predator lifted her over her head, opening her mouth wide. Then she started to lower her inside, her feet sliding onto the large, rough tongue.
Mallory sobbed. This was supposed to be her. She was supposed to be the one enjoying a meal of a tiny version of herself. Not the other way around.
And yet she knew without a doubt that if their positions were reversed, she would be the one inflicting this torture on her tiny clone.
She felt the large feline's tongue lick over her, tasting the chocolate coating. She started to knead Mallory's oversized belly into her mouth, causing more cream to erupt from Mallory's muzzle. She felt sharp fangs scraping against her skin as she was pulled in deeper.
"P-please," she begged one last time, her shoulders shaking, her voice wracked with sobs.
She felt large fingers push down on her head, pushing her the rest of the way into the predator's muzzle. The mouth closed around her, leaving her in darkness. Mallory found herself lying on the feline's tongue, saliva pooling around her, her feet already pushing at the entrance to the throat.
But the predator didn't swallow right away. Instead, Mallory felt the tongue move beneath her, turning and twisting her. She was shoved against the feline teeth, then past them into the cheek. She heard an "mmm" reverberate up from the throat beneath her the large feline masticated her, the tongue licking up the chocolate and working saliva into her fur. The sharp teeth occasionally prodded her, but the predator was careful not to crush or impale her. Wet noises surrounded her as she was pushed back and forth, from cheek to cheek and back into the middle of the mouth. More cream was forced out of her mouth, and the tongue licked at that, too.
Finally, it seemed she had been tasted enough. She felt her world tilt, and then the tongue rippled beneath her, pushing her back towards the throat. The long tunnel embraced her, squeezing her as it pulled her down, one short jerk at a time.
She slid through an opening and into a large chamber. 
Immediately, her nose was accosted by a ghastly combination of scents. The smell of chocolate mixed with the strong tones of the mustard and other hot dog condiments, as well as a powerful scent that she recognized as the fish she had eaten for breakfast. She was pushed into a mushy, sticky mess, the acrid smell working into her fur as the walls of the chamber kneaded her.
She had arrived in the stomach.
She cried out, trying desperately to claw her way back the way she had come. She felt movement next to her, and realized it was the other clone, trying to do the same thing. She, of course, must have been trying for the last several minutes, and what good had that done her?
Unsure of what else to do, Mallory screamed.
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Mallory sat down in the wooden kitchen chair, still licking chocolate off her fingers.
She had gotten it everywhere -- on her face, on her hands, on her apron. A worthy sacrifice, in her opinion.
She settled into the chair, placing one hand on her stomach. With both of the prey in there, she had a visible bulge now. The pair of tiny hers were now wiggling admirably, and she could feel every movement.
She opened her mouth and let out a loud belch. It tasted like chocolate.
This had been wonderful -- without a doubt, the best money she had ever spent. The little clones, thinking they were her, continued to fight back like crazy, which only increased the pleasure. And she still had three left in the five-pack she had ordered! With a week before she had to send the stasis device back, she was sure she could come up with some great meals to use them in.
She would hunt other meals, of course -- there were plenty of micros out there, and the Clonesumables products were far too expensive to have often. But she would definitely order them again when she could -- no prey could possibly squirm as much as one who thought they were supposed to be the pred.
Right now, though, a warmth had started to grow in her belly, moving up through her body, prompted by the wiggling inside her. She would worry about her future meals later. At the moment, she wanted to go to her bedroom, strip off her apron, and enjoy the sensations as her stomach started to digest her lunch.
All-in-all, this had been a fantastic day.