Shrinking into oblivion

by

hat trick

Hi. My name Is Korin. I'm a normal 16 year old kid, well, I was normal, until I ended up being nosy, as usual, and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. My story starts here. About 11:00 one peaceful saturday night, a city bus drove along East Ave. Nothing too strange had happened yet, other than an owl who seemed to be attracted to old man withers chased the bus after he got on. But then, a woman, no, closer we could see it was a girl, around the age of 15 walked out into the street, acting as if there was a cat walk and the bus would stop. Once about half into the street, she stopped, and turned towards the bus, both hands in her waist-high jean jacket. Her short brown hair came just over her eyes, shading them, even in the dark of night. Her baggy blue jeans blew in the wind a bit as the did come to a stop, only suddenly and abruptly. She gave the tiniest of smirks, which faded as quickly as it came, and lifted her left hand out of her pocket, holding it out straight, as if she were superman, ready to stop the bus if it came nearer. About a foot was between the bus and the girl when it finally came to a screeching stop. As the bus driver checked to see if everyone was ok, the girl pulled a small crystal from her pocket, closed her eyes, and made a gesture toward the bus with it. No sooner had she done this that the bus would slowly, but increasingly faster, shrink. She acted as if this was no surprise. She stopped the shrinking process when the bus was the size she thought appropriate. The bus driver, panicking and unsure of what had happened, slammed on the gas and drove straight forward. He knew something was wrong, and different. There were pebbles the size of cars on the asphalt. The terrain was a lot heavier, and he no longer so any buildings or road signs. But what really threw him for a loop were the incredibly huge pair of Duckhead, camel colored heel-less slip-ons straight ahead. Everyone in the back of the bus was panicking. One lady had even passed out onto old man smithers lap. Then the earth began to shake. Not just a little, I'm talking off the richter-scale shaking.
"Now, now...I won't hurt you." Was the next ear-shatteringly loud noise. It was a deep voice, but seductive, and obviously feminine. Continuing to drive forward, the bus driver was in a cold sweat as he looked out of his window, and just knew that above him were the heels and ankles of that girl in the street. Trying to pretend it was all a dream, he continued on. After about 30 seconds, he had driven what was approximately 32 inches. Growing a bit bored with watching the helpless attempt to escape, the girl sighed, and slipped her right foot out of the slip-on, and placed it down just so the bus would be placed comfortablu between her big and second toes. Of course, those on the bus that were still concious could see nothing but a tall wall of flesh towerng above them. A soft giggle could be heard from the girl, as she lifted her foot, bus and all, and slid it back into her slip on. Her duty was done for the night, now all she had to do was take her prisoners back to her mistress safely. She couldn't help but wiggle her little purple-painted toes as she walked, enjoying the feeling of the tiny bus between them.
Pretty strange huh? I bet your wondering where I come in, and how I know all of this huh? Well, I'm the paper boy for that particular street. And every day I watch the strange old house across from the road. There was a paper for every day for the past month on that drive way, and no one ever came out of it. And sometimes..sometimes I swear that place has it's own seperate little cloud. Anyway, back to the story.
"Did you have a good time shopping, My pet?" The bus driver heard a haughty, prestigious, and snobby sounding voice coming from high above. Outside of the girls slip-on, she was standing nervously in front of her mistress, a young looking, brown haired woman, about in her 30s, and a very importany, I'm-too-good-for-you aire to her entire appearance. "I'm starving, and this soup just doesn't taste at all right without the groceries." The woman said, motioning to the bowl of soup on the table in front of her. She was seated at a dining table, of course.
"I did...mistress." Spoke the girl. "Would you like me to sprinkle a bit for you?" The girl grinned in anticipation, she did love to please her mistress. A simple nod from the woman, and the girl reached and slid her foot out of her slip-on. The bus-driver, now relaxing a bit, his fear haven worn out, was then shocked back to reality when the girls thumb and fore-finger lifted him from his new home between her toes. Then, what scared him more than anything, was when she lifted him to her lips, which parted slightly. He could no longer see anything but those pink colored lips and white teeth as they worked in unison to keep him captive there. The next thing, and last thing he knew, was the sounds of metal being crushed and mangled between her lips as she bit the front of the bus off. The little bus driver had passed out, and was not witness to see the inside of the girls mouth as she chewed him, and the front of the bus, and swallowed him savoringly. No one else on the bus was concious, not yet at least. The girl lifted the bus just barely above her mistresses bowl of soup and sprinkled a few innocent people into the bowl, including poor old man smithers.
"Good job, My pet. But not too many, we don't want you wasting the entire thing on one serving, as you did last time." The woman gave a warning look to her servant, and spun her spoon around in the soup. The girl took her seat, blushing, and watched as her mistress mixed the people around. A little boy, about the age of 9 woke up sleepily, and still a bit scared. He was resting on a small peice of tomato unknowingly. Suddenly, the sea of red was lifted, well, part of it, was lifted into the air, Screaming, the boy, looked up to see what looked a lot like a giant woman lifting him into the air. Tears flowed down his eyes as the woman brought him near her lips, and then placed the spoon on her lower lip. The boy had never been in a tornado, but the sudden blast of wind from the womans lips hitting him full force now, he could have sworn a tornado was a cool breeze. After finishing a slight cooling of her soup the woman parted her lips enough to slip the spoon inside, between her seductive red lips,close them, and push everything into her mouth with her teeth. The boy, being scared out of his mind of the newly found cave, had grabbed one of the mistresses giant teeth and was holding on for dear life. She new there would be a little struggling, and grinning widely, she showed her pet the little boy. Watching quietly, she gasped as the little boy disappearedwhen her mistress ran her delicated pink tongue across her teeth, sweeping the boy inside, and sending him falling hopelessly inside her, crying and wailing the whole way.

To be continued.