Script "Food for Thought" (Patreon)

It's you typical dorm room. Inexpensive furniture, walls decorated with photographs of landscapes and animals rather then paintings, clothes and books strewn over chairs and shelves and so on. It's night outside and the muffled noise of a nearby party vibrates loudly through the thin drywall.

Sitting at her desk, a young woman is trying to read a thick book while taking the occasional note. It's obvious that she's having a hard time studying, either due to the noise from her partying peers or the subject matter itself, or perhaps a combination of both.

Frustrated, she blows a strand of hair away from her face and corrects her glasses. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, while looking at the calendar on the wall. It's a fucking Tuesday!, she thinks angrily. There was no point going over and telling them to quite down. They never did. It only cemented her reputation as the campus über-geek. No, she needed to try something else. Alright, you pretty much asked for this. 

She removes her glasses and gets up, grabs a small clinical-looking device, no bigger than a phone, and struts out into the corridor, sporting only a top and her underwear.

The music continues to play for a minute, drowning out most of the screaming, before it's turned off. In blissful silence, the woman comes back to her dorm and sits down at her desk. She also places down a bowl filled with a bunch of now shrunken people no more than 2-3 inches in height.

She breathes out slowly, content, while sucking on the tiny person she has in her mouth. When the tiny starts screaming, she swallows, sending a visibly struggling lump down her slender neck. The people in the bowl try to escape, but she grabs them, one by one, and eats them too. 

One person remains in the bowl. He was the only one that had stayed still and kept quiet, perhaps realizing why the girl had shrunk them in the first place. She smiles at him and decided to keep him for later use.

She turns to her book and continues studying. The only thing interrupting her now is the occasional hiccup from all those people wiggling comfortably in her stomach.