Snack for a Stripper

A micro/macro commission.  Involves humilation and baking.

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 “That CHEATER!”
MJ furiously slammed her fist down on the table.  She had been suspicious of her husband for quite a while now.  But for those suspicions to finally be realized—that was something else.
She had just found out by chance.  A friend of hers, who worked downtown, happened to spot her husband out with a stripper, during what was supposed to be his lunch break.  And thanks to that, MJ knew the address.  So she could go confront the bitch who’d slept with her man.
There was just one problem.
MJ looked around the countertop, trying to find the way to get down.  She finally found the tiny set of stairs her husband had made for her, and walked down, leaving the kitchen.
Thanks to a birth defect, MJ only stood a few inches tall.  This led to quite an interesting life, but also quite a challenging one.  And getting to this stripper’s house was going to be a bit difficult.
After navigating out of the kitchen, MJ left the house via her small door and went in her custom car.  A key turn later, she was on her way.
Thankfully, most people in this town knew about MJ and her . . . strange condition.  So she was blessed with a smooth journey as people stepped out of her way, and generally cleared a path for her to drive on the sidewalk.
Finally, she reached the stripper’s house.  It was actually a nice looking place, with pleasant blue walls and a nice front porch.  But the fact that MJ’s husband had cheated on her here made her want to vomit.
She walked up to the house, struggling up the stairs one at a time, and finally reached the door.  Taking a heavy stone from her pocket, she threw it at the doorbell (after doing this so many times, her aim had gotten quite good), which rang with a loud /diiiing!/
MJ waited for the stripper to come to the door, her fingers tapping against her leg.  She didn’t know what she’d do when she saw the stripper, but she was pissed.  Anger fueled her with each passing second.  
But that anger turned into fear when she saw Nikki.
The woman who opened the door was completely nude, and extremely sexy.  She looked like she hadn’t a care in the world, but at the same time, an arrogant smirk rested on her face. To say the least, MJ was a bit intimidated.
“Hello?” Nikki said, looking around.  “Who rang my doorbell?”  She saw no one.
“DOWN HERE!” MJ screeched, waving her hands and jumping.
Nikki glanced down at the tiny woman, and a smile rested on her face.  “Well, hey there, cutie,” she said, bending down, which made MJ back up.  “Came here for a good time?”  She smirked.  “Because I know how to give one.”
“I . . . I. . .”  MJ could barely get the words out, she was so intimidated.
Nikki leaned down and shook her breasts in MJ’s face, making her jump.  “Want some of this?” she purred.
“I . . . I DID NOT COME HERE FOR THAT!” the tiny woman finally managed to say.  Her anger returned, and overlapped with her fear.  “You slept with my husband,” MJ growled.
“Honey, I sleep with a lot of people’s husbands,” Nikki replied.  “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“You /just/ slept with him!” MJ screamed.
“Oh, /him/,” the stripper said.  Then, a smile entered her face, and she leaned down, towering over the tiny woman.  “So, you came here to confront me?  That’s soooo cute.”
“S-Shut up!” MJ cried, trying to back away.  “You better stay away from him!  I mean it!”  Nikki slammed her arms down behind MJ, making a circle barrier that the tiny woman couldn’t cross over.
“You think you could give him half of what I have?” Nikki asked, flaunting her boobs yet again.  “He can’t even sleep with you!”
MJ was starting to panic.  She couldn’t escape the situation thanks to the barrier, and Nikki was starting to get threatening.  This wasn’t going to end well—how could she get out of this?
“When it comes to sexual prowess, you have to admit I’m the winner here,” the stripper continued.  She brought her arms closer, shrinking the barrier.  “So yeah, I slept with your husband.  What the fuck are you going to do about it?”
Nikki raised her foot up, and that’s when MJ decided to run.  She dashed away from the stripper, running to the only place that had an opening: behind Nikki, into her house.
Nikki watched the tiny woman run away, and she laughed.  “Ok,” she said, grinning.  “I guess that’s how we’re going to play this.  Game on.”
She stood up and closed the door, locking it tight.
Meanwhile, MJ was still running.  She was barely looking where she was going, just registering the things she was passing by: kitchen, counter, table, chair.  When she heard the door close, the little woman panicked yet again, and dove under a nearby couch.  MJ tried to breathe quietly, and she backed up deep into the couch, stumbling on dust bunnies and loose change along the way.
Nikki turned and looked around at her house.  It wasn’t very big: she had a small kitchen area in the front, where she was just about to start a brownie recipe before this interruption.  Behind it was a living room, with a table, some lounge chairs, and a couch.  There were a few other rooms, but as far as she knew, they were closed.  The tiny woman can’t have gone far—and Nikki was going to find her.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Nikki teased, walking into her kitchen and checking under the counter.  Under the couch, MJ was shaking hard, terrified of being found.  She couldn’t hide forever!  And was there even a way out at this point?
“You know, your husband was a /great/ fuck toy,” the stripper continued, looking inside her cabinets.  “One of the best I’ve had in a while.  Did you know he likes being tied up in the bedroom?  I’ll bet you’ve never had the chance to experience that with him.”
MJ was tempted to shout, “YES I HAVE!” But knowing she didn’t want to give her location away, the tiny woman held her tongue.
“I have so many ideas of what to do with you,” Nikki said, moving on from her kitchen.  Through the crack in the couch, MJ watched her feet enter the living room, first stomping over to the table.  “I mean, a tiny woman just for me to play with!  Think of the possibilities.”
Nikki moved over to one of the chairs.  MJ gulped.  Sooner or later the stripper would check the couch and find her!  What could she do to hide. . .?
“You’re so /fragile/, too,” the naked woman taunted her.  “I mean, I’ve slept with fragile people, but you!  You’re different.”  Her tongue ran over her lips as she talked.  “I could crush you like a bug in a second.  Maybe I will, since you came to my house and tried to threaten me.”
A shiver ran down MJ’s spine.  This was bad.  This was /very/ bad.  She backed up further inside of the couch, wishing she could just disappear from view.
“How’d you like that, you little bitch?” Nikki asked, moving to another chair.  “I’m going to kick your ass so hard when I catch you—maybe I’ll do that literally, who knows.”  
She chuckled.  “You should’ve seen your husband when I fucked him in the ass with a strap-on.  He was so happy, it was unbelievable.  And I’m sure once you’re gone, he’ll be even happier.  I think I’ll give him a call right after I get rid of you.”
Fuck, that stung.  But MJ forced herself to hold her tongue, even as fury filled her.  Nikki looked up, then back down, skimming the lounge chairs one more time.  After a long moment, she was done checking the lounge chairs, and turned her attention toward the couch.  MJ gulped.  Surely she was going to get caught, right?
No, she still had a chance.  The couch had two ends, after all.  If Nikki checked the other end, MJ could run to a new hiding spot and hopefully confuse her.  Or if Nikki saw her, she was also going to run.  Both plans involved running and praying not to get caught.
MJ watched Nikki closely as she approached the couch.  When the stripper checked the other side first, the tiny woman bolted into a run.
She dashed out from under the couch and made a beeline for one of the lounge chairs.  Unfortunately, Nikki heard her tiny footsteps, and turned around just in time to see MJ, who was still on her way.  The stripper smirked, and reached down with one hand, swiping at the tiny woman.
MJ screamed and jumped out of the hand’s way, escaping the grab just in time.  She had done this before after all, many times.  But she was so focused on escaping that she didn’t see the second hand diving at her—and suddenly, she went from running on the floor to being slammed flat on her back, lying on a pulsing surface that MJ knew all too well.
Nikki smiled down at the tiny woman in her hand, raising it up to her face.  “Hey there,” the naked woman teased, waving with her other hand and making MJ jump.  “Looks like I caught you, little lady.”
MJ winced.  “So now what?!” she snapped, trying to sound brave.  “What are you going to do with me?”
Nikki thought for a moment.  Then an evil grin spread across her face.  MJ gulped.  This couldn’t be good.
“Well, I was going to /literally/ throw you out of the house,” the stripper said, still smiling, “but you did interrupt my brownie recipe.  So I think I’ll add /you/ as an extra ingredient.”
“WHAT?!” MJ screeched.  She frantically looked off of the hand, trying to find some chance of escape.  Was there any way to jump off without breaking all her bones?
“Not so fast,” Nikki said.  She quickly adjusted her grip, and a moment later, MJ was held in a tight fist, trapped between her fingers.  “That’s better, /food/,” the stripper sneered.  “Now, let’s get you where you belong.”
MJ fought in the tight grip, but even as she struggled, she knew it was fruitless.  If she escaped, she would fall fifty feet down to her death anyway.  The tiny woman was completely trapped—Nikki was the one in control of the situation.
And both of them knew it.
They reached the kitchen, and MJ watched as they got nearer and nearer to a bowl of batter.  “Oh fuck,” the tiny woman muttered.  This was some of her worst nightmares come true.  “Please let me go!” she begged, thrashing in the hand.  “I’ll do anything!  Just don’t put me in there!”
“Sorry honey,” Nikki said, snickering.  “I caught you fair and square.  And I don’t take threats lightly—so you’re going to be dessert now, understand?”
She stopped at the counter, and brought her hand high over the bowl of batter.  “Trust me, you’re going to be delicious,” the naked woman said.
“No, please, DON’T—!”
Too late.  Nikki opened her hand and dropped MJ.  The tiny woman quickly reached for the fingers, trying to grab on to something, /anything/, but they quickly got out of her reach.  She was free-falling now, and screamed as she came down, thrashing in the air.  The “ground” came all to quickly: MJ landed in the batter with a loud /plop!/, and was temporarily stunned.  She groaned and sat up, feeling the brownie mix stick to her skin and get in her hair.  It was hard to move in this thick stuff. . .
“Looks like I just have to pour these in the pan and get them in the oven!” Nikki said cheerfully.  She picked up the bowl, and MJ was rocked back and forth thanks to the force.
“The oven?  Oh no—PLEASE!” MJ screamed.  “Please, don’t put me in the oven!  I don’t want to die that way!”
“Too bad!” Nikki teased, bringing the bowl to her pan.  She tipped the brownie mix, and started to pour.
MJ was suddenly moving with the brown, slimy liquid around her—and she was moving very fast.  The tiny woman screamed as she was forced into the pan, and screamed more when the rest of the batter plopped on top of her.  She fought to get out of the dense stuff, worried about suffocation, swimming through the brown sludge like a madman.  Thankfully, she was able to pop out of the top, gasping for air as she did so.
“Alright, in the oven you go!”
Oh fuck.  Should have gone with the suffocation.
“Please, please, please!” MJ said.  “I’m SORRY, ok?  Is that what you want to hear?!”
Nikki shook her head.  “No, what I want to hear is ‘goodbye’,” she replied, picking up the pan.  “Because I’m not letting you go—I can’t wait to see how you taste in those brownies.”  She smiled and opened the oven.  MJ tried to scramble out of the pan—maybe falling on the floor would be a better death than this—but it was too thick, and she barely got far before Nikki put the pan inside the oven.
“See ya!” the naked woman said cheerfully.  MJ was helpless as the oven door closed, and left her in darkness.
And then, orange lights turned on.  MJ knew what that meant: it was going to get hot in here, fast.  Desperately she tried to escape the pan, at least get out of that and not give Nikki the satisfaction!  But the batter refused to let her go—she was truly trapped.
The heat wasn’t too much at first, just a light amount.  But it only got more and more intense with each passing second, and soon MJ found herself sweating bullets.  It was like being on the inside of a volcano, and it didn’t take long for the heat to completely overwhelm the tiny woman.
MJ fell into the batter, and a moment later, she was gone.  Her body sunk into the brownie mix, and baked with it.
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Nikki was just relaxing on the couch when she heard the timer go off.  Her brownies were ready!
The naked woman got up and stretched, then walked over to the oven, opening it.  Yep, those brownies looked cooked, alright.  And she could see the imprint where the tiny wife—did she ever get her name?—had baked with her food.
The stripper licked her lips.  She used some potholders to take out the brownies, cut them into squares, and put all the squares on a plate, just for her.  Then she lay back on the couch, staring at her food, wondering which piece to eat first.  Should she savor the wife now, or eat her later in her dessert time?  Maybe even make her the last course.  Oh, the possibilities!
After some long consideration, Nikki decided to eat the wife’s brownie first.  She picked it up daintily with one hand, and brought it to her lips.  Her other hand traveled to her vagina, passively pleasing herself as she ate.
“That’s what you deserve,” she said, taunting MJ one last time.  Then she tossed the brownie in her mouth, and chewed.
It definitely had a distinctive flavor now, and was very different from her regular brownies.  But it was quite good, not only because of the taste, but because it had the sweet taste of victory, and perhaps some revenge, too.  Nikki smiled as she ate, and when she couldn’t chew anymore, the naked woman happily swallowed MJ down, sending the woman’s remains to her stomach.
“Looks like you’re nothing but food now,” Nikki said, pressing harder against her vagina, rubbing her clit.  “Food for a stripper who was hungry for your husband.  How funny is that, you bitch?”
Her stomach growled loudly in response—MJ’s remains were starting to digest in there, and that made Nikki smirk victoriously.  She reached for her vagina and found her g-spot, rubbing herself in just the right ways.  “Oh yeah,” Nikki moaned as she masturbated.  “Just a pile of food now.  And soon, you’ll turn into a pile of shit.”  Her stomach growled louder, churning the tiny woman even more.  Surely she was nothing but chyme now.
Nikki ran her fingers inside her, pleasuring herself further, and soon enough, the naked woman came.  Fluids rushed out of her vagina as she orgasmed, wetting Nikki’s hand and overwhelming her with desire.  For a moment she sat there, panting, bathing in the delicious afterglow.
Then she wiped her hand with a napkin, and lay down on the couch.  After such an event, one deserved a victory nap.
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Nikki woke up from her slumber /really/ needing to take a shit.  She groaned and sat up, stretching as she did so, but couldn’t deny the feeling in her ass.  For a brief moment she was confused—but then she remembered the tiny wife, and the delicious brownie.  The stripper smirked and stood up from the couch, quickly walking to the bathroom.
When she got there and pulled down her underwear, Nikki noticed that her ass looked bigger than before—much rounder, fuller, than it had been.  “Nice,” she smirked, feeling it with one hand.  “Looks like you gave me curves, tiny wife.  Guess you were good for something after all.”
She sat down on the toilet, and began to shit MJ out.
As she did so, her hand found its way back in her vagina, and as the poop left her ass, Nikki pleasured herself yet again, crying out lustfully as she disposed of the small woman.  She started to release the shit, pushing out—but then she pushed back in, sucked the shit back, imagining the tiny woman’s impatience at the whole process.  “Like that, bitch?” the stripper asked, giggling loudly.  “No, I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of letting you out.  Not yet, at least. . .”
Nikki did that a few more times, pretending to release MJ’s remains, but stopping at the last minute.  Finally, she decided to let the tiny bitch out of her system.  But she was going to do it on her terms.
She released MJ, little by little, inch by inch.  She pressed the shit out of her ass as slowly as she possibly could, and only let out a little at a time, not releasing the next part until she heard the first part land in the toilet.  The poop definitely felt quite a bit chunkier than a regular brownie, and Nikki knew that it was because of the human ingredient.  That made her smile quite a bit, and the stripper laughed as she trickled out the shit into the toilet.  It took more than a few times for her to feel satisfied by this—each time she did it was a treat—but when she was, she took a deep breath, and pressed hard, letting out much more shit this time.
The second piece of poop was a big one, a massive turd that took a long press to release out of her ass.  The stripper moaned as it left her, loving the feeling that it gave her, and she pressed harder against her vagina.  When it released, the shit landed in the toilet with a loud /thonk!/ and sunk to the bottom of the bowl.  Fuck, did that feel good.
The rest of the poop plopped in the toilet in large bits, coming out one at a time with a loud /plop/ into the water.  Each plop turned Nikki on further, and it made her cry out more and more.  When the final piece left her ass, the stripper orgasmed once again, getting juices on her hand.  She breathed in and out for a moment on the toilet, smirking to herself.
Then Nikki wiped her ass and stood up.  For a moment she looked into the toilet, victoriously watching the remains of MJ float there.  “Looks like that’s all that’s left of you,” the stripper said, standing over what was left of the tiny wife.  “My body did a number on you—but then again, it tends to have that effect on people.”  She laughed.  “Well, it’s been fun, but I’m just about done with you.  See ya, bitch.”
Then, Nikki reached out and flushed the toilet  For a moment the shit swirled around the bowl, and she watched it go down with a smile.  Finally, the pool disappeared from sight, and MJ’s remains headed off to the sewer.
“Bye, little wife,” she said, washing her hands.  “You were /such/ a nice treat.”
Then Nikki left the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.