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.”
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, “Ummmmm”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?” 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?”
Adam recognized the voice. It had to be Justin!
“It’s Adam. Is that you Justin?”
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?”
“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.”
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.”
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.