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Omar banged on the airlock while checking his watch nervously. His interview with an up-and-coming scientist was supposed to start five minutes ago. The ship's airlock wouldn't budge as he continued pounding at it. After another minute, the door let out a lengthy hiss and crept open.

Inside the doorway was a drowsy shark, a similar tan to himself but a bit shorter, "Don't you know how to open one of these?" she asked. Her jumpsuit wasn't even zipped up, one shoulder slipping down under her lab coat, revealing a bit of chest. She rubbed her eyes and beckoned him inside, "You're Omar right? The esteemed journalist?"

He scratched the back of his head as he followed her, "Well, not exactly esteemed. Yet," he explained, "But yeah that's me,". The sleek corridors of the Eureka were a bit easier on the eyes than he was used to, but it was uncomfortably warm the deeper they went into the ship.

"It's been a while since I've seen another shark," she said. "My name's Claire in case you didn't already catch it,". She opened the door to her lab and the two went inside. He watched as she slid some furniture around, then clicking it into the floor. "What kind of interview will this be anyway?". She rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Do I have to speak slowly so you can write everything down?"

"I actually have a camera in here, I was gonna use that," Omar said, setting his duffel bag on the ground. He got out a tripod and latched the camera on, then pointed it so the whole room would be in frame, with them in the center.

While Omar finicked with the camera's settings, Claire pounded at one of the ducts, "Damn goons couldn't fix our AC to save their lives," she muttered. She hung her lab coat up on the door and then tapped Omar on the shoulder, "Ready to start?"

He looked down at her chest, then back to her eyes, "Y-yeah, I think so,". He tapped a button on the camera and a red light blinked repeatedly as it began recording.

The two sat down across from each other, Claire in her large armchair and Omar on a nice stool. Omar cleared his throat and began, "So, you've been working on a tool that will revolutionize ship repairs?"

She looked at him, expecting him to continue when she realized it was her cue, "Oh, yeah. Using some of my old colleagues' research I found that by halfway pushing something into another dimension, you can compress it down for easy transportation throughout a ship,".

Omar nodded along as she spoke and then said, "I see, are there any drawbacks? Any permanent installations needed to use it?".

Claire reached under the table and fished around. She came back up holding what looked like a jury-rigged pistol, with crossbow-like arms facing outwards instead of inwards with a metal ball at each tip. "Nope, it's just a little handheld tool,". She held it up towards the camera, and Omar began to look a little nervous.

"It can shrink anything down to about half its original size. We've been testing it a bit and it has made our salvage work much easier," she explained, pointing it around the room while looking down the sight.

Omar laughed along nervously, "It can shrink anything? It must have some sort of safety protocol, right?". Claire only looked at him and smirked. "Right?" he asked again, his fake smile fading.

Claire suddenly stood up from her chair and leaned over the desk aggressively, and Omar cowered back. She laughed at him and said, "Don't worry, it's not dangerous,". He lowered his guard as she jokingly pointed the device at him, and her face turned serious, "But yes, anything,".

She pulled the trigger and an arc of blue jumped off both of the device's arms and conjoined, the blast striking Omar's arm harmlessly. "Very funny," he said. He brushed his arm off and adjusted his shirt, but it wouldn't sit right, like it was too big. It was too big!

He looked up towards Clairem who only glared down at him with a wide smirk. She watched as he got smaller, his body slipping partly through the collar of his shirt, and his pants hitting the ground as they slipped off. She was right, it shrank things to half their normal size.

Claire climbed over her desk and towards the small shark. She lifted the oversized t-shirt off of him and he looked up at her in shock. She was huge compared to him, and much scarier from this angle. She dropped his shirt to the floor, then suddenly swiped her claws in an attempt to grab him.

He flinched away and fell off his stool, hitting the ground on all fours. He had only a second to adjust to his small body when the giantess leaped off the desk and landed on top of him. "Gotcha!" she shouted as she held him tightly to her chest.

She sat up and he struggled in her arms, but couldn't get loose. "Too... tight..." he muttered. She loosened her grip and giggled as the boy in her arms struggled to get loose. Omar began to scream for help when she covered his mouth with her large hand.

She leaned in close to his ear, "Don't pretend like you weren't expecting this. Nobody else is on board anyway so don't waste your breath,". She uncovered his mouth and held him up again. "Your stripes are cute," she commented nonchalantly as she examined his little nude body. He jolted as she stroked his body with her long black nails.

"So... h-how long will I be stuck like this?" Omar asked as the giant shark girl continued to coo over him.

"It varies from person to person," she replied. "But it'll be long enough for me to have my way with you."

Omar gulped as the demeanor of the shark girl shifted from playful to lustful. She locked eyes with the small shak in her clutch, "I'll let you decide, little guy. Head first or feet first?".

"Head?" he replied, uncertain of the question's nature. It quickly dawned on him what she meant when she lifted him up by the tail and dangled him over her maw.

"Give one last smile to the camera," she demanded. Omar slowly spun as he was held up by the tail and he looked at the red blinking of the recording camera. He tried to speak but no words came out as Claire opened her maw wider, eager to fit him inside.

She let go of him and he fell face first onto her large slimy tongue. It wrapped around him and moved like it was putting on a show. He lurched deeper into her mouth as she tilted her head up. The light around him faded as she gently closed her maw, it pinching around his tail being the only thing stopping him from falling into the deep void of her insides.

Claire smiled at the camera as it filmed on, Omar's tail swinging wildly through a gap in her maw. In one hard gulp, his tail slithered in and disappeared inside her. She traced the bulge he made in her body with her fingers as it went from her neck, to her chest, and came to rest in her stomach.

With a splash, Omar landed inside Claire's warm belly. It's thick flesh walls pulsated around him, expanding and contracting with each breath she took. He could feel a vibration run up through him with every one of her heartbeats.

He collected himself; this wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to him. Being face down in the harmless stomach acid wasn't great though. He squirmed around in her tight stomach until he was comfortable, and decided to wait it out.

Claire felt as Omar slowed and stopped moving. She played with her large motionless belly, "You don't have thin skin, do ya?". She was a little nervous for a moment, but could feel him moving slightly to her slowed heartbeat; he was trying to mess with her. She decided to play along to get him back. "Well I guess I'll just have to leave you in there," she said, feigning disappointment " Hmm... Maybe you'll go to my ass,".

The little shark started to struggle again, and Claire pretended to ignore it. "Once that blast wears off and you return to normal size," she giggled, "Then you won't be able to get out!".

Omar was convinced that the giantess shark thought he was a goner. He struggled around trying to get upright and pounded against the soft fleshy walls, which effortlessly absorbed his weak blows. "Heyyy!- I'm alive and fine! You can let me out now!" he shouted, but it only sounded like muffled whimpers to her.

Claire let out a low chuckle, "There you are...". She patted her belly as Omar continued his struggle. She picked the camera up off the tripod and held it low towards her belly, the lens focusing on the bulges the little shark made as he pressed against her insides.

She propped her belly up with her arm to make it look even bigger. "Good boy," she cooed as his movements became even more noticeable. She shook her hips a bit and Omar tumbled around inside her, bumping against her insides and leaving adorable little bulges in perfect view of the camera.

After a while of this, Omar noticed her belly had been slowly tightening around him. "H-hey, I think it's wearing off,". He struggled around but could move less and less as she got tighter around him.

Claire panted as her belly grew, revealing the obvious outline of the shark curled inside her. She gasped as her size caused her bra to pop off, and her tits came to rest on her chest. Omar must have grown back to about four feet tall by now.

"Hey, I'm serious," he continued, but Claire ignored him. "You're not really gonna digest me, are you?" he chuckled nervously. Silence.

Claire rubbed her growing belly for the camera. "Fine, I guess I can let you out," she sighed, "Shame though, the prey growing is the best part,". She turned the camera off and set it down, then freed the little shark inside of her. She kneeled down to be level with him and helped brush some gunk out of his hair.

"It sucks you won't stay at that height for much longer, you look adorable," At this point Omar stood a foot shorter than her. She looked down at his boner and giggled, "Looks like you enjoyed this too,".

He quickly covered himself and blushed, "Did not!" He quickly pulled on his baggy clothes as the shark girl made fun of him. "Don't do that again..." he pouted.

She grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall, "Or what?". He cowered lower against the wall and looked up at her, trying to ignore the large rack in his face. He stammered something when she interrupted him, "I should thank you, I'm looking forward to the great press for my invention... And this tape,".

His jaw dropped. "Y-you got the whole thing on video?"

"No silly, you did!" she grinned and booped him with the tape as she let him go.

Omar finally returned to his full height and collected his things. Claire looked over his shoulder as he reviewed the tape, watching him make all sorts of dumb faces as he realized it's really on film. She hugged him from behind and said, "I hope I'll see you again,"

He nervously chuckled and said, "Yeah, m-me too,".

Claire got dressed and then sent Omar on his way. From the other side of the bay, he heard the Dromedary's engine spool up. He ran as fast as he could to the ship so he wouldn't be scolded for being late. However he had some explaining to do about the slobber on him, and even more if someone else found the tape.