It was about
8:00 in the morning. There was a low overcast that day. The thunder rumbled in
the distance occasionally. Every now and then, the sky flickered with far off
lightning. My three friends, Mick, Eric, and Tommy, were waiting for the bus to
take us to school. While Mick, Eric, and myself were only freshmen, "fish" as
they are so affectionately called, Tommy was a senior. He only took the bus
because his parents thought he wasn't a careful enough driver. I gazed up at
the sky, hoping tomorrow would be a better day with better weather. I had no
idea at the time just how little I'd care about the weather by the time the day
was done.
By the time the school bus arrived, it
was already pouring down. The rain came down so hard as if to bludgeon us to
death. I was the first to notice the two headlights moving around a turn in the
mist like a pair of will o' wisps. Soon, the yellow painted bus emerged
completely and slowly droned to a stop right before us. It was almost a fight
to get on. The goal was the seat furthest in the back. Tommy and myself, being
the strongest two, shoved our way back there first. Once we were all seated, the
bus was off with a lurch.
The rain beat
on the windows at an almost even pace all the way to Clark High School, our high
school. The earliest part of the day was dull. English class, followed by gym,
biology, and American history. They were all meaningless to me. When the bell to
signal the end of fourth period rang, I ran downstairs and across the flooded
courtyard to lunch.
Clark High School was designed like a
prison, and it sure felt that way. The main area was four brick buildings
surrounding an open courtyard. There was an auxiliary building behind D building
that the ROTC used. The school also apparently forgot to exclude the white riot
control gates between each building. And the OTHER kids thought school felt
like a prison!
Lunch time was the only truly good time
of the day. People ate outside and socialized with their girlfriends and
boyfriends. I, myself, had never had a real GIRLFRIEND. Sure, I had friends who
were girls, but not a real girlfriend. I was a bit out of shape and I suppose
that contributed. I could never help being filled with jealousy and envy at
seeing happy couples, and any boys who rubbed it in my face that they had a
girlfriend and I didn't soon found my fist rubbed in their face (more like
buried). I didn't understand why I was alone and the thought of never loving
was like a slap in the face. Perhaps that's why I acted the way I did. Had I
known better, I might not have suffered the cruel fate that I did. Yet, if there
really is such thing as fate (which I really don't believe in) then I suppose it
would have gotten me one way or another that one day.
I dashed into
the cafeteria doors and immediately began looking
for my other friends
Adam and Justin. Try as I did, they were nowhere to be found. I went to the
lunch line, two pairs of tray sliders sticking out from a concave wall, the
sliders attached to shelves where one picked up their tray and their food. There
were three chest high railings; two between the shelves and the walls and the
third between
the inward facing
shelves. I glanced uncaringly at the choices of foods before me. There was
chicken fried stake with cream gravy, a pair of tacos, and some enchiladas. The
lunchlady looked at me, expecting me to tell her what I wanted. I requested the
chicken fried stake and mashed potatoes. On the way to the cashier, I picked up
a spork (spoon with small grooves like forks teeth in end) and a straw, as well
as a small carton of chocolate milk. I paid the lunch lady at the cashier my
money and left the line without so much as a word. I could not shake the feeling
of impending doom before me.
As I stepped
out of the lunch line, I almost slammed into one of my friends; a cute, sexy
girl named Christina and her friends Gina and Marlene. I knew them all very
well. They were all in my middle school classes and I had a big reputation among
them and their friends by being chivalrous to them. I'd hold open the door for
them, offer my
coat to them, you
know, all the really nice stuff.
Christina was
hispanic with darker than usual skin, like a very deep tan. She was very cute
and had the most shapely body. She had braces, yes, but they were somewhat
sparse and only over her top teeth. That was just fine with me, I always liked
cute girls and Christina was among the cutest. Braces detract from some girls
appearances, but it only heightened Christina's. She wore a brownish gold,
silken shirt that was only held together by two buttons at the top and at the
middle of her cleavage (she didn't have the biggest breasts in the world, but
that was also fine with me. I'm more partial to butts, and also have a secret
fetish for bellybuttons and the inside of girl's mouths. The only thing that
kept her from being caught and thrown out was that she had her shirt tied just
above her perfectly round, shallow navel. She also wore very tight, black pants,
which showed off her shapely buttocks. She had beautiful, shoulder length light
brown hair, which she always kept
combed somewhat
back. She was incredibly slender, but not overly so. She was perfect in almost
every way conceivable.
Gina was
another sexy girl. She wore a black and gray dress divided into six different
large sections over the entire length of it. She was also hispanic, but her skin
was much lighter. Her hair was long, flowing in dark brown, almost black curls
to the top of her ass, which was so perfectly curved that my heart would explode
and my brain would short out from pleasure if I could touch it. She was the
tallest of all my girl friends, at about 6'3". Her lips were thin and stained a
deep brownish red by makeup. Her chest was larger than most of the other girls
in the school, much to their envy. Alas, she and Christina both had boyfriends
whom I could not even hope to rival in looks, only in kindness.
Marlene was
the one closest to me. She was about my height, about 5'8". She was also
hispanic, like the majority of all my friends, be them male or female. She was
adorned with a light green shirt that came up to just above her deep, dark navel
and white pants which were only a bit looser than Christina's. She had the
fairest, most gentile face of them all, and her eyes were large and hypnotizing,
calm, sweet and perfect. Her hair was reddish brown, with a hint of
copper like my hair.
It fell just past her shoulder blades, smooth and straight. Her voice was
mesmerizing with it's gentleness. It made me wish to sink down deep into her
throat to hear it forever.
Christina,
always the most energetic, smiled at me. "Hi,
Kris!" she said. I
smiled back to all of them and it was returned by smiles and warm greetings from
all.
Christina
continued. "We were just about to sit down and eat
lunch. Care to join
us? Your other friends should be there too." she said.
How could I
resist? It was heaven, paradise, and a dream all rolled into one. We went over
to one of the tables furthest from the crowd and sat down.
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Advisory was
next on the class hit list for all of us. Since the teachers didn't take roll
during advisory and people entered and left the room during the passing period
in between, we decided to turn our half hour lunch into an hour lunch.
About halfway
through the meal, I had to run to the restroom. As I got up to leave, so did
Christina.
"I need to run to
the bathroom." she said.
We both headed
down the same path, talking, exchanging jokes. When we came to the restroom
doors, in a small, secluded area separate from the main lunchroom, Christina
stopped, turned to me, and smiled.
I stood there,
dumbfounded, as she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. "Care to join me in
there?" she asked with a wink.
My heart
skipped about twelve beats then and there. This
was not possible. I
couldn't be THIS lucky! I was only too happy to comply, stuttering as I may have
been, but only too happy.
She turned and
I followed her into the restroom
into one of the
stalls. She closed the door behind us. She turned me around to face the inside
of the stall door. "Now don't turn around until I'm done, HONEY." she said.
I began to
sweat. This was all too perfect for me. I thought I would faint. All of a
sudden, however, I felt a shock from behind, heard a light zap, and felt myself
falling. Soon, however, I landed on something soft and passed out.
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It was only
seconds later when I awoke, but it felt like hours! I groaned and shook my head,
trying to clear the throbbing pain. Suddenly I heard a voice, an all too
familiar voice. "Kris, is that you?" the voice asked.
"Tommy?" I
questioned in reply. "Where in God's name are we?" I asked. "It's you, Kris. If
you're wondering where we are, look about you. Does this look normal to you?" he
asked.
Only now did I
notice I was laying in a chamber of cloth. I began to look about, frantic out of
fear of suffocation. "Tommy? Where the FUCK are we?" I yelled while clawing at
the cloth.
As if on cue,
a long, thin beam of light appeared at the top of the fabric prison. Soon, the
light grew brighter and wider. Then the world began to twist and turn about and
we were falling towards the light. In moments, I felt myself land on my back in
a sea of what felt like FLESH! It had grooves, though, like the tip of a finger
or the palm of a hand. I glanced behind me, only daring to squint out.
Christina's
face loomed before me, smiling that smile I found so seductive. It was no
ordinary smile, though. Her mouth must have been
over 300 feet wide!
That part was the fulfillment of my greatest fantasy, to be in that mouth.
Reason quickly clouded out fantasy, though. Why the hell was she so big?! Was
that a growth thing she used in the bathroom?
I turned
around and found I was laying on the tip of Christina's middle finger. Judging
by the size comparison, I was a little
less than a
millimeter tall. In the palm of Christina's hand, seemingly thousands of yards
away, sat Eric, Mick, Tommy, Adam, and Justin, all cowering before Christina.
"Wha...what th..the
hell is going on here?" I asked, stuttering.
Christina
answered. She was only whispering on her scale, but to us, the sound was
deafening and her warm breath was like a giant, invisible wall blowing us back.
"Remember that zap you felt in the bathroom? It's something I stole from my
father's friend, a scientist. You're all now less than a millimeter tall." she
said. Only then did I notice Gina and Marlene crowd around Christina, their
cheeks touching from how close they were. They were also huge.
I dared to ask
another question. "What are you going to do to us?"
Christina
didn't say anything. No, she preferred to demonstrate. Even as I watched, her
lips parted and her mouth opened. It was like a slow door to death. I saw her
shining white teeth, the silver braces running over them like a stagnant river
of mercury. Her tongue
was pressed down low
to the bottom of her mouth. Her throat was a gargantuan archway, which her
uvula, hundreds of feet tall in itself (to our scale) dangling down. A sixth
sense told me to run like hell, but my fantasy kept me grounded on Christina's
fingertip. Slowly, she began to stick her middle finger into her cavernous
mouth with me on it. Her breath was warmth which blanketed me. Her mouth was the
deep reddish pink common to all people. Soon, her teeth passed over and under
me, like a train slowly crawling into a
cave.
Shadows began
to envelop me. By now I was halfway to her throat. I glanced back toward her
lips, her rows of teeth like stalactites and stalagmites, lining the entrance to
her mouth, the first step on the passage to her belly. In fear, I rose and began
to dash toward her lips. She felt me running, however, for her mouth began to
close. The light began to get farther and farther away. It reminded me of the
scene from the second Star Wars movie, but this was much more frightening.
Before I could get halfway back, her jaws clamped down on her finger and she
pulled it out. I fell on her tongue, face first. It was slick, warm, and wet
with saliva, which I could see slowly seeping down the insides of her cheeks.
I tried to
rise, but Christina's tongue quickly moved to
one side and I fell
again. I tried again, but her tongue darted to the other side. I was about to
try again, but her tongue began to arch, rolling me back to her throat. I felt
myself begin to fall, but suddenly I was thrown forward. Even more suddenly was
I thrown back, this time falling down her throat. Shortly, however, I hit
something soft. I
glanced down.
Christina's throat muscles had tightened to keep me from falling the rest of the
way down.
She's teasing
me. She was toying with me, I realized then.
Moments later, I was
forced up her throat and onto her tongue. Her tongue arched up behind me and I
began to shoot forward as her mouth slowly opened. A pool of saliva gathered
around me and I was shot out from her mouth. I landed in the middle of my
friends in the palm of Christina's hand. I turned around. Christina was laughing
at me.
I realized only then
how pathetic I must look.
Gina didn't
look too happy. She turned to Christina and hissed at her, "Thanks, Christina! I
might have wanted him!"
"He's not
ruined, Gina!! Here!" Christina replied. Grasping me between the thumb and
forefinger of her left hand, she lowered me down to about her waist level.
Hovering close to her belly, facing her perfect navel, I was unexpectedly
assailed by a mass of cloth. I nearly suffocated in panic and was nearly crushed
from all sides. When I was pulled away, I realized Christina had wiped me off on
her shirt tassel.
My gut sank to
about my foot level as I was suddenly and quickly jerked upward and dropped into
Christina's right hand again. Tommy and Mick rushed to my aid, but even as they
did, Christina began to close her hand around us, her fingers like a tidal wave
of flesh coming over us.
At first I
feared she would crush us, but then I remembered that wasn't what she wanted us
for. The three of them were hungry, and that meant an exciting ride across their
tongues, down their esophagi (?) and into their bellies. From outside our tight
chamber I thought I could hear whispering. I only caught bits of the
conversation, but it was enough.
"What....do.....them?" I heard a bit from Marlene.
"We.....food.
We got them. Put.....on our....and......meal" Christina replied.
"Who gets
who?" I made Gina's voice out clear.
"You.....first
picks. Only two...." Christina again.
"What about
me?" Marlene chimed in again.
"You......second. I'll go ......" came the answer.
Christina's
hand opened and I backed away from her fingers to the middle of her palm. The
three girls smiled down on us again.
"You pick
Marlene."
Marlene's face
came closer to us. She pondered thoughtfully. Then she quickly and deftly
snatched up Mick and myself. Again my stomach was left behind as I went up for
the ride. I glanced at Mick and took it by his expression that he wasn't too
fond of this either.
Christina held
her hand out to Gina. "Which two do you want?" she asked.
Gina must've
already made her choice, because she quickly grasped Eric and Tommy and placed
them in her right hand.
Christina
smiled at Justin and Adam and closed her hand over them. Forming a small
(comparatively large) cave for her two captives, she began to shake her hand
like she were preparing to roll dice. Christina closed her eyes, opened her
hand, and gently felt around for one of her victims. Her fingers touched Adam
first. She opened her eyes, grinned that seductive grin at Adam, and picked him
up.
She sat there
and stared at her tray for a few moments. It wasn't long before her face lit up.
She reached for a soda sitting on her tray and also pulled a cup full of ice
towards her. Marlene and Gina left their hands open as we watched in horrid
fascination. Christina poured the entire can of soda into the cup and grabbed a
straw. She tore the paper off the straw and put it in the cup of soda.
Christina
brought Adam, clutched gently in her fingers, up to her face. She smiled at him,
then, as I watched, held him a couple inches over the cup of soda (about 7
stories to Adam) and let him go. Adam sailed through the air for a couple of
seconds and then landed in the fizzing soda with a tiny splash.
"Don't worry
Adam. I'm not thirsty yet. I will be after I've had something to eat, though.â€
With that, she
grabbed Justin and looked about her tray some more. Spying the bowl of vegetable
soup, she put her hand about four inches (14 stories for Justin) above the soup
and dropped him in. The flailing Justin fell for about 8 seconds before
splashing into the thick broth.
“Unfortunately
for you, Justin, I AM hungry!†she said with a smile on her beautiful face. She
reached over and picked up a spoon.
Now, while the
others had been quiet (probably still in shock) I knew the silence had to break
sometime. That breaking was in the form of a blood curdling scream from Justin,
which was only a squeak from my distance. Instantly, he began to swim towards
the edge of the Styrofoam bowl.
Christina
smiled and dipped the plastic spoon into the thick broth. Moving the spoon under
Justin, she pulled it out of the brownish broth. For a moment I panicked, but
then I saw Justin fall amidst the waterfall of broth that dripped from the edge
of the spoon. When Justin hit the broth, he went under. He rose just in time to
see Christina raise the spoon to her lips, open her mouth wide, place the spoon
in, pull the empty spoon out and swallow.
Knowing that
very well could have been him travelling down Christina's throat, Justin rolled
back onto his chest and began doing the breast stroke through the broth. It
wasn't too long before Christina dipped her spoon in again, however. The spoon
snaked it's way under Justin once again like the world's largest whale (to him).
In a mere moment, that whale breached.
This time,
Justin wasn't so lucky. He was floating in the broth dead center in the spoon.
He was smart enough to know which way to swim, though. Since the front of the
spoon would be going in Christina's mouth first, he started swimming towards the
back. As he swam he glanced back over his shoulder.
Christina was
raising the spoon to her lips with a tantalizing slowness. All the while the
same seductive grin was on her face. Seeing this, Justin began to swim harder
away from Christina's cavernous maw. By the time Justin was halfway to the back
from the center of the spoon, Christina had levelled off the spoon with her
lips. Justin looked back and saw this, and began to swim even harder through the
thick broth, which gave more resistance than water.
Justin had
almost made it to the plastic handle of the spoon when Christina opened her
mouth wide enough to accept the spoon and Justin on it. With a hypnotizing
slowness, she began to move the spoon towards her mouth. Shadows began to play
over the surface of the broth as the tip of the spoon passed between Christina's
teeth. The spoon slowly went deeper and deeper into the dripping red cave, while
all the time Justin was scrambling like mad for the back of the spoon.
Christina's tongue flicked from side to side in anticipation of the warm soup
and tiny captive in that soup.
It was only a
couple more seconds until Justin began trying to climb up the handle, but those
two seconds were two seconds too many. By that time, Christina had the spoon in
her mouth halfway up the handle. Justin screamed a scream that could be neither
seen nor heard as Christina's jaws clamped shut over the spoon. Christina pulled
the now empty spoon out and sloshed it around in her mouth for a minute,
“Ummmmmâ€ing the whole time.
Suddenly,
Christina burst out giggling and covered her mouth with her hand to keep from
spitting soup everywhere. She sat there giggling for about ten seconds, and then
quickly swallowed. I watched the lump move down her throat with dread, thinking
to myself that this couldn't be happening.
Christina
must've known what I was thinking, because she lowered her face to me and Mick
and opened her mouth as wide as she could, sticking her tongue out. I could see
every detail in that pink abyss, but I couldn't see Justin. He wasn't hanging
from her uvula, he wasn't under her tounge (as Christina showed) and he wasn't
between her teeth. The only movement came from her pulsing red tonsils and the
light reflecting off her saliva, which coated the inside of her cheeks, her
throat, and her uvula, which began rapidly bouncing up and down as she laughed
in our faces.
Gina and
Marlene looked at Christina with puzzled expressions. “Why were you laughing?â€
Gina asked.
“You have GOT
to feel what it's like to have a tiny person running on your tongue! He was even
beating at my gums trying to get out!†she laughed.
I wished
Christina would shut up. I noticed Gina and Marlene starting to get a little
impatient.
A few more
quick gulps and the last of the warm soup disappeared down Christina's throat.
Adam, who was having a hard time treading in the soda, was in trouble as
Christina lay back and patted her belly.
“Justin, you
were absolutely delicious!†she said, gazing down at her warm tummy. Realizing
that she was thirsty, she leaned forward and clasped her right hand around the
plastic soda cup.
Adam screamed
in terror and immediately dove forward into a fast and furious breaststroke. His
glasses fell off, but they probably wouldn't have done him much good. He was
going to die and there wasn't anything he could do to change that.
Christina took
the end of the straw between her lips and began slurping up soda. Adam could
feel the slight suction as the soda from the bottom of the cup was emptied into
the straw and the soda from the top filled it's place in.
Ice bludgeoned
Adam left and right like icebergs. The ones above him formed a canopy as the
surface level of the soda went down, closer to the end of the straw. The whole
mass, melted and fused together, seemed like a glacier left over from the last
ice age. As Adam descended, the pulling began to get stronger.
Eventually,
Adam grew tired of his futile attempts to tread the fizzing and bubbling liquid
and let himself go. His muscles went limp as he floated on his back. The
gurgling of the liquid going up the clear plastic straw was much louder. Adam
could see the tip now. It was about 60 feet below the surface, no.. make that 50
feet. No..., now it's 40 feet.
It hit Adam
like a ton of bricks. Christina couldn't drink soda that quickly! She was
pulling the straw up to get at him better! It was only about 25 feet now and the
suction threatened to pull him under then.
Christina
looked down at Adam, not even the size of the smallest fizz bubble, floating by
the straw. The corners of her mouth that God knows how many people have seen
their deaths after passing through pulled back in a grin. She was obviously
relishing this greatly.
A large
whirlpool began to form before Adam. Realizing that resistance would only tire
him greater, he let himself get pulled in. Just before he went under he took a
deep breath. In the next instant, the soda burned his eyes, so he had to close
them. He felt the hard plastic of the straw fold around him in a death embrace.
Obviously
realizing her victim had given up, Christina decided to try something new. She
blocked off the bottom of the straw with her finger and pulled it out of the
soda. Holding it like this, she raised it to her face.
Adam had just
then surfaced in the straw at about the halfway mark. He sputtered and coughed,
wondering why he wasn't in Christina's gullet by now. He gazed through the clear
plastic straw and saw Christina, grinning childishly at him. He began to worry.
Suddenly, in a
surprise maneuver, Christina tilted the straw at a 55 degree angle and put the
end to her lips, letting the soda simply slide in. The clear tidal wave carried
Adam to her luscious lips, between her pearled teeth, and deposited him on her
red tounge.
The still
sputtering Adam gazed back at the end of the straw and saw it withdrawl from
Christina's mouth. Her tounge darted about the wet cave as saliva mingled with
soda. Enclosed in darkness, he couldn't help but panic.
Suddenly, the
ground gave way beneath him and he fell. Moments later, the ground rose up under
him like a wave and the tounge pushed him to the back of Christina's throat.
Adam shrieked
as the expanse that would carry him to oblivion came closer. About another
“inch†and he'd fall down to the point of no return. Her throat pulsed and
slurped with saliva, eager to take a tiny piece of meat such as he down into
Christina's belly.
Adam had one
chance, one hope. He leapt for her uvula, but found himself in an undesireable
position. He grabbed on at the bottom half, but was beginning to slip as her
uvula was too slick with saliva. That and it was beginning to close flush with
the roof of her mouth.
Before it
reached that critical point over her nasal passage entrance, however, Adam fell.
He could see Christina's epiglottis close to cover her windpipe before he fell
on thick muscular contractions. Another set of muscles closed off the space
above him, closing out all light as well. The contractions began to carry him to
the young girl's belly. He sat there, weeping. He was going to die.
After about a
minute of slow, wet travel, the muscular ring below Adam opened up and he was
dumped into empty space. He hit something soft far below, covered with slime.
Christina's stomach lining. It was too dark to see, but the place was as humid
as a rainforest. There was also a bad smell, like the smell of fresh vomit,
assailing his nostrils. From faint in the distance, he heard a voice.
“Who's there?â€
Adam
recognized the voice. It had to be Justin!
“It's Adam. Is
that you Justin?â€
Justin's reply
was weak. That was not a good sign.
“Yeah.†he
squeaked out in a grating voice.
“Have you
found a way out?â€
“I've been
trying ever since I got down here. Her intestines are closed off by one of those
rings. Also, you might want to move out from under her throat.â€
Adam was about
to ask why when more cold soda splashed down upon his head, mingled with sticky
saliva. He sputtered and wiped the stuff from him, but fell backward into
another pool. This one was strangly warm.
“We're not
getting out of this one. Just go ahead and fall back into the acid. It won't
hurt, since most of it's working on the soup and soda, but it's the fastest way
to go.â€
Just then, the
outer wall of Christina's stomach caved in and went back out three times. Then
the indention began to move around in circles.
She was
rubbing her belly.
Back in
Marlene's hand, I watched Christina with horrid fascination. After drinking that
last amount of soda, she patted her belly three times and began rubbing it.
Seconds later, she burped, the aroma of gastric juices wafting my way and
assailing my tiny nose, sensitive enough to pick it up.
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