Lost in the Rain
Richey had been an active child. He had always been a bit of
a hyper kid growing up and that had continued into his current age of twelve.
He had also begun to develop a horniness for girls, as puberty had begun to
kick in. Not that he had yet to experience randy feelings in the past. There
had been occasions, though it was certainly not hormonal.
There had been the time on the monkey bars when he was
barely more than a toddler when a girl next to him had missed her bar and
grabbed his crotch. It had been an unusual feeling for him, somewhere between a
curious pleasure and pain.
Then there was the time during recess just last year when a
girl he liked, Joanie, had retaliated unexpectedly from a game of ‘titty
twister’ he and his friends had played on the girls. Most of the girls had
simply laughed (or screamed) and run away. But Joanie had reached down his
shorts and grabbed a hold of the head of his little cock and twisted it in a
circle to mimic what he had done with her nipple. He had gasped in shock and
surprise, along with it being painful.
“That’ll teach ya, you little perv”, the girl had said
before jogging off with the other girls. Richey had watched her talk to the
other girls, no doubt telling them what she had done, and a couple of them had
reacted in excited and giggling fashion.
And yet, even though it had been painful, there was
something which struck his sexual fancy about the girl who was bold enough to
reach into his shorts. She had showed no fear of his ‘sugar monster’ (which was
his recent pet name for his penis) and he was quite impressed with her.
That was why he felt a surge of excitement when his mother,
Wilma, had told him his cousin Rachel would be coming over soon for a few
hours. Rachel’s mother had some errands to run in town and Rachel apparently
would rather come over to visit with her cousin rather than tag along on boring
errands.
Richey thought of the times he’d seen Rachel – once at the
recent wedding of his older sister to Rachel’s older brother and on one other
family get-together. He’d also seen her once during his sister’s dating phase.
It was just a glance as the man had picked up his sister and Rachel had been in
the car. The thirteen year old brunette, sort of a country bumpkin, had seemed
pretty and confident. He was anxious to exhibit his newfound sexual energy when
she showed up, to see her reaction.
***
In an effort to impress his cousin, he thought of something
which might show off his athletic ability and imagination for her – Jedi dueling.
Their play had begun innocently enough – they had both dressed in Jedi costumes,
Rachel borrowing the leather costume of Richey’s sister (she was away). Of
course, since Richey and his sister both had the ‘good’ light-sabres (they were
both blue), when they crossed each other, it didn’t ring true as a battle
between good and evil. Richey had told Rachel she had to play the role of ‘bad’
Jedi.

Soon, it began to sprinkle and they decided to turn their
attention from dueling to the playground. Richey removed his robe so that he
simply had a t-shirt and shorts on underneath, while Rachel put her shirt on
over her costume, removing the leather-strapped bra and shoulder coverings
after first covering herself.
They had continued playing in the rain, the small park just a few
hundred yards away. Richey had rejected his mother’s calls to come inside twice
and Rachel had stayed to play with him as they played on the swings and ran
around the various blocks and items to climb and crawl on. But the rain had
come down harder and harder and she finally had enough.
“I’m going in Richey”, announced Rachel, “it’s raining too
hard.”
“Awww”, moaned Richey. He didn’t mind the rain in the least.
There had been no sounds of thunder, so the worst they could do in his mind is
simply get muddy. Of course, his mother would have a different opinion on that
entirely. “Ok”, he muttered sullenly as he jogged after the girl, who had a
good 40 feet head start on him.
Richey bemoaned the fact that she had relented, though he
had been able to talk her into playing in the rain for several minutes. Of
course, he had noticed that the girl was not wearing a bra and her nipples
stood out prominently from her firm chest which jiggled as she ran. This was
another reason for his disappointment. Watching the girl’s breasts jiggle in
the wet shirt was somehow captivating to him and gave him a strange feeling or
urge in his groin.
He ran and almost caught up with her by the time she reached
the front door.
***
Richey’s mother was less than thrilled when the two drenched
youngsters came tearing into the house, Rachel screaming and Richey yelping as
they fought to be the first inside. Wilma was just inside the door and had
anticipated the mad rush. She stopped the two at the door and the sudden stop
made Richey’s abdomen push into Rachel’s backside. The wet clothes felt very
cold to the touch and even worse when pressed into their flesh.
“Stop it”, Rachel muttered as she looked behind her. He was
making a goofy face.
“Hold it you two! Shoes and socks off. NOW!”, she said
sternly, pointing at the mat just inside. “I can’t believe you both stayed out
there in the rain. I’m surprised at you Rachel. And Richey…I’m not surprised at
you. Didn’t you all hear me yelling?”
“Sorry Mrs. Franklin”, said Rachel, bowing her head
ashamedly as she took off her shoes and socks.
“Come on ma. It’s fun to play in the rain”, said Richey
defensively, taking off his shoes and socks too.
Both stood there shivering in the entryway.
Wilma gave him a pointed look and handed each of them a
large towel. “Alright, I want both of you out of those wet clothes. Rachel,
your mother brought a change of clothes for you in this bag.” She handed the
small bag to Rachel.
Both kids looked at each other. Had they heard correctly?
Did Richey’s mother just order then to strip down? Both felt a sense of
embarrassment that one might see the other naked.
“Uh…”, Rachel began.
Wilma interjected, “Don’t worry. No one’s gonna see the
other naked.” She stepped past Rachel and began to towel off Richey’s head and
face. “Go ahead and change out now Rachel and I’ll keep Richey from watching.
Than, when you’re finished, you can go to the bathroom to finish up and Richey
can change here. Set your wet clothes there”, she pointed to an open space in
front of the carpeted area.
“Oh,
ok”, Rachel said, seeing the woman’s logic. She turned to face Richey just in
case he tried to look. She got out a t-shirt and pair of jogging pants from the
bag and quickly stripped down, replacing her wet shorts and panties with the
dry pants, then she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly unfolded and put
on the dry t-shirt. She wore no bra, even though she had developed into a
B-cup, which was on the large size for a girl her age. As she viewed herself in the mirror
afterward, she was a bit miffed to see that her top was nearly see-thru, her
puffy nipples showing prominently against the light fabric. Great, just what I need, she thought to
herself sarcastically, now, I bet my
little cousin’s gonna get a good look at my chest. I probably won’t get a
moment’s respite from his roving eyes. The shirt was also sleeveless and
she shivered lightly with her arms bare. Still, the clothes were dry and that
helped a lot.
“All done Mrs. Franklin”, she announced, looking behind to
get the mother’s acknowledgement. Then she took her bag and headed into the
living room and then took the hallway towards the bathroom.
“Alright young man”, his mother said sternly, “you behave
yourself around Rachel. I saw you trying to sneak a peek at her.”
“Yes, mom”, the boy replied somberly. What a buzz-kill his
mom could be at times.
“Good boy. Now, I’ve got your clothes in the laundry, so you
just take these wet things off and I’ll put them in the dryer”, she said to
him.
“But mom, what am I gonna do then? You don’t want me running
around naked?”, Richey said, perplexed.
“Of course not. Strip down and then you can put on that
afghan blanket until your clothes are dry.”
“Geez! Ok”, Richey said, quickly taking off his wet shirt
and then his shorts, than he made a run for the afghan and snatched it up, before
removing his undies and handing them to his mother.
Wilma shook her head as he had dripped a bit of water for
the several feet it took him to get the afghan off the couch. She thought of
saying something to him, but then just took his clothes and walked away towards
the kitchen (the laundry room was an offshoot from the kitchen in a small
ante-room between it and the door to the driveway on the side of the house).
***
Alternating POV
Initially embarrassed with his nakedness, Richey was feeling
that maybe he could turn the situation to his advantage. Having gotten out of
the cold wet clothing, the afghan had given him some warmth and yet, the thrill
of being naked stirred something primal in him. His juices were stirring and he had
found Rachel pretty and fun to play with. And he really liked her boobs, which
were bigger than most of the girls around his age.
As he thought about things, yes, he did have to admit that
he felt a sexual attraction to his cousin. He wondered if he had made his
feelings obvious to both her and his mother. After all, his mother had made the
comment about his trying to peek at her when she changed. Did she know? He
didn’t mind if Rachel sensed this, though he liked to play coy with girls. But
if his mother knew, he would feel embarrassed. For he knew it wasn’t right to
think about his cousin that way. And yet, she had only recently been his
cousin. Surely, there had so be some leeway in what they could do. After all,
he reasoned, there were no guarantees his sister and her brother would remain
married forever.
He wondered if she liked him in the same way, beyond the fun
she seemed to have playing and tussling with him on the playground. He resolved
not to make the first sexual advance, but perhaps he could do something to
provoke her interest or test whether there were similar urges on her behalf. If
he was lucky, he might get to see her butt or tits. Their playing in the rain
with her wet shirt had promised him they would be spectacular.
--
Rachel finished freshening up in the bathroom. She was a bit
peeved that her mother didn’t pack another set of panties for her, but atleast
she had gotten out of those wet clothes. Her skin felt a bit clammy and cool
still and she shivered as a chill ran up her spine.
Turning her thoughts to Richey, she giggled. She thought he
was cute and she enjoyed playing with him, but he had been a bit grubby and
rough at times on the playground. She wondered if he enjoyed looking at her
tits, which she was very proud of and liked to show off. She hadn’t minded her
shirt getting wet at first as it prominently displayed them, but after the rain
had picked up, the coldness had bothered her.
Exiting the bathroom, she made her way back down the hallway
to the living room. Not seeing Richey, she sat down on the couch, crossing her
legs and began to take an interest in the TV show, which had been turned to the
cartoon section. It looked to be a spoof of Little Red Riding Hood. With her
angle towards the TV, which was set in the middle of the living room, the
corner couch gave her a bit of a peripheral view to the hallway from whence
she’d just come and also where the bedrooms were, a bit further down the
hallway from the bathroom.
--
Richey crept silently along the hallway. He had heard the
girl leave the bathroom (the door opening and the flick off of the light
switch) and had seen her walk into the living room, where she seemed to look
around for him before settling into the corner couch, though he could only see
her dangling feet from his current position. As he crept further, the rest of
her legs could be seen. She had seemed quite an athletic girl to him. She
really had an attractive, tanned toned pair of legs. He stopped just out of view from her upper
body as he was briefly enamored with them.
A thought struck him. I
wonder how she would react if gave her a quick flash of my naked body. He
felt a thrill and he decided to go through with it.
He crept just within view of her face, which was angled
towards the TV, and quickly opened and closed his afghan. He didn’t make a
voluntary sound, other than perhaps his feet making a creak in the hallway. He
noticed a smirk develop on the girl’s face, but she continued looking straight
at the TV.
--
Rachel caught the boy’s movement in the hallway and heard a
very slight creak. She hadn’t really seen him, but more or less felt his
presence. He’s gonna try to scare me,
she thought. Ok, I’ll play his game and
pretend not to know he’s there. She kept her face directed at the TV.
Then he did something she didn’t expect. He had crept a bit
further and she could see his outline in the corner of her eye of her
peripheral vision. Instead of jumping out at her, she had detected him opening
and closing his blanket, though she hadn’t made out any details other than she
knew he was naked underneath.
Did he just flash me?
She had found the thought amusing and surprising. Staring straight ahead, she
wasn’t aware of the smirk which involuntarily had spread across her own face.
--
Richey crept silently (or so he thought) back to his room,
collecting his thoughts. Perhaps she
didn’t see me? He decided to wait a bit, then he would try again with more
gusto, determined to make sure the girl saw him. He wondered what the worst
case scenario would be – would she tell her friends? Maybe. But that really
wasn’t such a bad thing. Rachel traveled in different circles than he. He
didn’t know any of her friends and he was pretty sure she didn’t know any of
his friends. That was a good thing.
--
After waiting a minute, with no sign of Richey, Rachel
decided she would go find where he was. She jumped off the couch and began to
walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She wondered if she might catch him
naked, lying on his bed. That would be a funny sight. Two could play at the
game of sneaking up on the other.
Richey had gotten off his bed and was just about to go into
the hallway when he detected a shadow of someone moving in it. Peeking his head
out, he saw that it was Rachel and she was walking his way, passing the
bathroom. Another jolt of sexual energy burst within him and, as she got near
his door, he jumped out in front of her and pulled his blanket open with his
arms, this time saying “Surprise!” as he did so. Smiling as he watched her
face, he did a little dance, but as his eyes drifted naturally down, they grew
large as he beheld Rachel’s breasts and puffy nipples through her shirt. It
caused him to stare for a couple seconds, exclaiming “whoa” in awe before
closing the blanket and covering his nakedness back up.
--
Rachel was indeed surprised when her younger cousin jumped
in front of her. It caused her heart to skip a beat. Before she could react
further, he pulled his afghan asunder and she viewed his nakedness in all it’s
glory. For some reason, as if by reflex, her vision went right down to Richey’s
genitals. She watched him do a little dance, his small cock bobbing around his hairless scrotum. She looked up and saw he was entranced, his vision on her
chest. “Whoa”, he exclaimed.
She stood there, stunned for a moment, then said “ew” and
bolted back to the living room without even looking Richey in the face. A deep
embarrassment made her cheeks flush at what she had just seen.
It had been an amusing sight, seeing her little cousin’s
bits and the image of his little thing bobbing about (she could not call it
flopping as it hadn’t been big enough to meet that description) caused her to
giggle as she pulled a pillow on the couch to her face. She had actually seen
other penises before and they had been much bigger. Why would this boy go around flaunting his bits like that?
--
Richey reveled in his excitement. He had gotten the reaction
he had wanted from the girl. She had looked directly at his ‘sugar monster’ and
had been caught off guard, gave a squeak and run away. He hadn’t meant to flash
her that long, but one thing she hadn’t done was get angry and he took that as
a big plus. In his mind, this was an invite for more. He felt his cock twitch.
He loved that feeling when his cock began to grow from it’s small and soft
state.
He decided to double down on his latest action, slowly
following the girl down the hallway. He found her with her face in a pillow.
Without seeing her face, he didn’t know what she was doing. He decided to
surprise her again.
“Rachel”, he said, getting her attention as she lowered the
pillow, than she pulled the afghan apart again, giving her a very quick flash.
She responded by covering her face with the pillow once more.
--
What is he thinking?
Doesn’t he know his mom can walk in at any moment? Oh my god, this is so
embarrassing. She liked Richey, but she was well aware that doing anything
of a sexual nature with him was off limits and she was loathe to incur the
wrath of his mother. Furthermore, they hardly knew each other. She didn’t know
any of his group of friends and she looked on that as a negative. She might
have been tempted to play with him a bit (as she had on one other occasion with
a boy from her school) if the two were on their own somewhere, but she wasn’t
going to be railroaded into it, feeling powerless in the boy’s home.
As she uncovered her face to say something to him, he
flashed her again, laughing as he did so. Oh
my god, is it growing? She had noticed his once tiny cock was now starting
to develop some girth and hardness to it, looking more like the ones she had
seen elsewhere. Part of her was curious, but the main feeling within her that
was winning the battle was one of annoyance.
“Richey!”, she whispered loudly, talking to him through the
pillow which she angled slightly away from him, threatening, “keep that little
pecker of yours covered, or else I’ll tell your mom.”
***
Richey could hardly stop himself from giggling. He had
gotten the girl’s goat, his penis had gotten hard, and he was sure she’d gotten
a good look at it. He even thought he saw a somewhat lustful look in her eyes.
Clearly, she was pretending to not like it, threatening to tell his mom. But
girls could be like that, playing hard-to-get. He scrambled his thoughts,
trying to think how he might trap the girl. She was covering her face with the
pillow, looking off to the side.
Perhaps? If she reacts as she did earlier, she might run
towards his bedroom. Then, he might be able to play with her without fear of
his mother coming in to bother them. He could simply lock his door.
Richey jumped a few feet to the side, now in front of the
girl’s face. She had her eyes closed.
“Rachel!”, he said abruptly. When she opened her eyes, he
gave her the longest flash yet, “surprise!” This time, he purposefully left the
afghan open for several seconds as he danced, his penis now turgid and tilting
at an upward angle. He kept dancing this time, not re-covering himself with the
afghan.
--
Fuck!, thought
Rachel. Now he’s got a boner. Part of
her wanted to reach out and grab it. Another part of her wanted to kick him in
the nuts. These two feelings lost out to her horror and embarrassment that her
cousin was naked in front of her and that he was forcing his sexuality on her. How dare he? She
would not be taken advantage of.
“Mrs. Frank-lin!”, Rachel yelled, separating the name into
two syllables for effect, “Richey’s botherin’ me.” There was a slight country
twang to her speech.
--
“Richey!”, said Wilma, coming into the room from the
kitchen. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing mom”, he lied. He couldn’t believe the girl had
told on him. She was threatening to spoil their fun. He
had quickly covered himself as soon as Rachel began yelling.
“Uhuh”, she said, disregarding his answer, which she knew to
be dishonest, “behave yourself and be nice to your cousin. You’re her host.” She
noticed his erection, the blanket not concealing the tent forming outward from
his groin. That boy! He’s gonna get
himself in trouble some day with that thing. Still, she knew his
manifestation was natural for his age, going through puberty with all that
testosterone flowing through his organs, pushing to get out.
Richey nodded. He wasn’t sure how, but he felt that his mom
could sometimes see right through him and detect when he was truthful and when
he wasn’t. It must be a special power mothers have, he reckoned.
“How about some soup to help warm up? Rachel, Richey?”, she
asked of each, both of whom nodded affirmatively.
“Good, I’ll put some on now. Richey, your clothes will be
dry in another 10 minutes or so”, she gave him another pointed look, then
returned to the kitchen.
--
Richey waited a couple minutes, glaring at the girl, his
hands on his hips cloistered around the folds of the blanket. Rachel was
unperturbed and responded by making a funny face, bulging her cheeks and
rolling her eyeballs, looking silly.
“I can’t believe you told my mom”, he said to her, which
caused her to grin and stick her tongue out at him, her playful demeanor
seemingly returning now that his mom had backed her up. For his part, he was
deeply embarrassed whenever his mother scolded him, especially when it was in
front of a girl, and doubly so when that girl was his pretty cousin.
Disregarding his mom’s earlier scolding, he lurched forward
towards Rachel, dropping his afghan. Now what would she do?
***
Rachel was pleased. Her confidence was back. Richey’s mother
had backed her up over her own son. She felt a sudden connection to the woman,
whom she now felt she could trust.
Richey had said he didn’t believe she would say something,
which brought out her bratty nature. She stuck her tongue out at him.
However,
he didn’t react as intended, saying “meet
the sugar monster” with his attempt at a superhero’s voice and dropping the
afghan entirely and standing in front of her fully nude, thrusting his jutting
penis up and forward like a pointing dog towards her face only a couple inches
away from it. He danced, gyrating his
hips, making his penis rotate around his little balls like a dick propeller. Time
stood still for a moment.
She did the only thing she could do – she slapped the little
piece of meat away from her face and jumped off the couch and ran as fast as
she could down the hall, getting into Richey’s bedroom and quickly slamming the
door shut behind her.
--
Richey had seen the look of horror on Rachel’s face and was
startled by her swift reaction as she slapped the shaft of his penis, making it
swing to the side violently, and leapt right past him and ran down the hallway.
While the slap itself hadn’t been painful, he knew then that he’d gone too far
and for the first time, feelings of guilt hit his conscience.
He picked up the afghan and walked somberly down the hall
towards his room, noticing the door was shut.
“Rachel?”, he said, with a melancholy voice.
“Go away!”, she commanded him with a cold tone.
“Rachel. I’m sorry. I…I was just teasing”, he said.
“I said – go away!”.
This time, her voice was more forceful. Damn, she was pissed. His plan had
backfired completely and now, instead of a new girl to fool around with, he had
a cousin who would no doubt tell her side of the family what had happened,
possibly his own mother too. He would be a laughingstock at family
get-togethers.
In defeat, he said “ok” and began to trudge away when a
strangle tingle of electricity ran up his spine. He made a squeaking noise and felt himself
losing his balance as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Then he felt a
sharp pain at the back of his neck, just below his head and then came a
dizziness. Grunting, he curled up in a fetal position and then everything went
dark.
***
Rachael’s Opportunity
Rachel had heard the boy’s voice and could tell he was
walking away, then she heard a yelp and a sound as if something was falling or
cluttering the hallway. For a couple moments, she did nothing, considering this
another possible trick Richey was playing on her.
“Richey?”, she said.
Silence.
“Richey? You ok?”, she asked again.
More silence.
Alright, if he’s
playing another game on me, I really will kick the little twerp in the nuts!,
she resolved, then unlocked and opened the bedroom door. It was a bit dark in
the hallway, but she could see his afghan laying on the floor. She was about to
close the door again, figuring he was hiding in the bathroom, ready to jump out
at her again, but then she detected movement underneath the blanket.
Now very curious, she walked up to the blanket and reached
out gingerly (it could be a snake under there for all she knew). Grasping a
portion of the afghan, she pulled it up and back and jumped back herself when
there was more movement. At first, she thought it was a mouse, but she quickly
stifled her scream when she saw…
There, out in the open now, was a tiny boy little more than
an inch tall, nude to the world, blinking and looking confused as he looked up
at her and then seemed to scan his surroundings.
“Whoa”, exclaimed Rachel, cupping her face in her hands in
disbelief. She had heard about guys shrinking down with the new virus, but it
was a very rare thing and this was the first time she had witnessed someone as
a tiny in person. She felt an instant urge of excitement. A very naughty
thought swept into her head. She bent low into a squatting position to see the
tiny boy better.
***
“R..Rachel…what happened? Why am I so small?”, he said to
the crouching giant girl. Not more than a minute earlier, they had both been
close in height at around 5’ tall, though the girl had perhaps an inch on him.
Now, she towered above him, even in her crouching position. Richey was an
uncommon child in this regard – he wasn’t aware of the shrinking virus, nor did
his family and friends talk about it, so what was happening to him was so surreal,
he began to wonder if he was dreaming.
“I don’t know, but you look adorable”, she said, reaching
down to gently pick him up. She brought him up to her face, near her nose.
To Richey, it was a very unusual feeling and he felt his
stomach fall out from under him when she picked him up, similar to the way he
felt when riding a roller coaster. She seemed to be smelling him as he heard an
intake of air from her nostrils.
His nerves were on edge, but he trusted Rachel, her being
the older and more responsible between the two of them. He wondered if it would
be a good idea for her to take him to his mother. But just then, as he looked
down, he got a wonderful view of her fantastic breasts. They were even more
beautiful than he had envisaged and they were now huge jutting hills of perfect
symmetry. He could see her ruby red nipples which looked about half his own
size. Perhaps this wasn’t such a terrible situation after all.
--
Rachel picked up the tiny boy. He was even cuter at this
size. She had had discussions with her friends about shrinkys, as her friends
referred to them. One of her friends had heard a story of a boy who had shrunk
down on the playground at school and had been quickly grabbed and gobbled up.
The rumor was that shrinkys had a wonderful taste to them, especially if they
could be made to cum.
She lifted Richey up to her face and gave him a sniff. He
had an earthy, rainy smell to him. Her eyes narrowed, perusing over his nude
form, stopping when they came across his tiny cocklett. The shrunken boy was
clearly excited as his small manifestation quivered in it’s vulnerable exposed
position. The thought struck her again. She knew she shouldn’t…but.
She stood up and picked up the afghan with one hand and
walked into the living room, carrying Richey with the fingers of the other
hand. She leaned to see where Richey’s mother was and saw her fiddling around
with the stove. Neither noticed that on the TV, the Big Bad Wolf was towering
over Red Riding Hood with paws raised high threateningly, “mwuhahaha”.
Satisfied the mother was occupied, she retreated stealthily
back down the hallway. With the loss of his blanket covering, and with the
hallway draft on the chilly day, Richey’s body shivered in her hand.
“Rachel…I’m cold”, he mewled.
“Well, don’t worry. I know how to warm you up real quick”,
she replied, walking into Richey’s room, closing and locking the door behind
her. Than she giddily jumped up onto the bed, tossing the afghan to the floor.
She peered down at the tiny boy as he was perched atop her thumb, his little
arms and legs wrapped around it. At this tiny size, he no longer presented a
threat to her. She thought his little butt looked rather cute.

“What are you gonna do?”, he asked, sounding like a meek
little mouse to her.
“Have you ever had a blowjob?”, she whispered to him and her
mouth formed a broad grin. He felt her warm breath on him. It felt good.
“Nn..no. Is it fun?”, he asked as he shivered in her palm.
“It’s really fun. You’ll love it.”
He still look unsure. “Um…I dunno…”
She thought for a moment, hot to convince and comfort him,
“and at the end, it will be like a slide. I know you love slides, right? I saw
you doing them earlier. And this would be like a water slide.”
Hmmm, I do like slides,
Richey opined. That does sound fun.
“O..ok, but just be careful”, he replied.
Rachel nodded in agreement. With that, she used her thumb to
press his little body to her lips, his arms hugging onto her nail as her tongue
took hold of his torso and swelled up and under his legs. She could feel his
little thing swelling and getting harder.

***
Richey’s Sexual Education
Rachel moved her free hand into her jogging pants, her
fingers delving ever down towards her nether region. The bedroom window let in
some light and indicated it was still raining lightly, but she was unconcerned
with anyone seeing her as Richey’s bedroom faced upon wooded area with a creek.

Taking a few moments to kick her pants off, she spread her
legs and bent them back so that her knees were almost touching her breasts. It
was her favorite position for getting off.
She played with her clit as she played with him in her
mouth, using her tongue to pleasure him tenaciously. She heard him squeak about
‘tickling’, which made her smile. Soon,
she felt his little body tense up. “Mmmm”, she moaned as he swirled around in
her mouth and on her tongue, feeling him release his arms from her thumb. For
her, his taste was like to the tang of a peach and she rather liked peaches.
The nature of the situation led to her orgasm building quite
quickly and she tasted something new and salty – she instinctively knew that
Richey had cum.
Until that very second, she was not sure if she would follow
through on her naughty thought. She knew she shouldn’t…but, would this
opportunity ever arise for her again? She thought it very unlikely. In that
split second, she felt that he probably deserved it and that’s what tipped the
scales over the edge. She was still feeling a bit annoyed and also had some
sexual angst. Somehow, eating the naked boy would satisfy both desires, one to
punish him and the other to consume him, releasing her own sexual energy as she
fingered herself to climax.

“Told you you’d love it little cousin. Consider yourself…blown”,
she whispered softly, adding, “…here comes the slide”, then she used her tongue
to upend his body and swallow him head-first as he slid forward across her
tongue and into her gullet.
‘Gulch’, ‘glutch’.
Having polished Richey off, a pleasant sigh escaped her lips
as she enjoyed the delightful feeling of his body squirming as it flowed down
into her own, than the fluttering in her belly. She giggled at the thought of
Richey’s ‘sugar monster’ – it had tasted very sweet. “The
sugar monster was sweet little Richey”, she whispered, almost in a purring
voice, “but I decided to eat all of you up, hmmpf.”
She pulled her pants back on, made a quick trip into the
bathroom and then out to the couch to continue watching TV as if nothing had
ever happened, though her face was flushed and sweaty.
--
Richey was surprised at the speed at which he was sent into
the girl’s mouth. It was quite the thrill ride. Her tongue was an animal unto
itself as it first swirled all around him, then pressed up through his legs,
concentrating on his crotch more than anything else. He gasped in surprise and
delight as the tip grasped his nuts. No one had ever touched him there, his
most precious of body parts.
“Oooh, oh, it tickles Rachel”, he said, not realizing what
this newfound type of pleasure was, tickling being the first thing that popped
into his head and the closest he could describe the feeling. But it was more
than that and the feeling grew as the intensity of her tongue continued
unabated. He began to feel a pressure building, like when he had to pee really bad, "Ooh, ah, Rachel, it really tickles...", suddenly, his
body tensed up and the pleasure flowed
from his body through his tiny penis and a stream of sticky juices erupted from
it and spewed onto her tongue. He
shuddered and his eyes rolled back.
As he let go of her thumb to grab hold of the wild muscle,
he closed his eyes and continued to spurt his load in several tiny explosions
onto it. He had wanted to make the good feelings last, but he hadn’t matured
enough to resist the urge to contain his eruption, the tip of her tongue being
too forceful for his nascent sexual abilities and he was left gasping for
breath. If this is what his cousin meant by ‘blowjob’, It had felt wonderful
and his thoughts immediately turned to wanting to do it again.
From inside, he heard her low moans, “Mmmmm” as he swirled
around in her mouth and on her tongue. As he finished spurting, he
subconsciously let go of the tongue and his body splayed and fell backward as
the girl said something about a slide. The next thing he knew, his body was
shifted up violently, hitting the roof of her cavernous mouth and he was sent barreling
towards her gullet head first, flailing with his arms and legs desperately to
try to slow his slide towards it as the girl angled her head up.
“Whoa! Whoa!”, he screamed with nervous apprehension at the
feeling of total helplessness.
He felt like he was being swirled around in a whirlpool of
her saliva, then felt his body get sucked into a narrow tunnel. Grasping
frantically at everything, he could feel the inevitable buildup of pressure
force him further into it, pinning his arms to his side. His whole body was
squeezed unmercifully into it. It actually felt somewhat good at first, the
squeezing, sort of like a very strong full body massage. However, being still
aroused, the squeeze on his little member was especially tight as he traversed
her throat headfirst and his penis was bent back against it’s will, causing him
immense pain, the fleshy texture giving way only slightly. The pressure from
all sides mounted and the air was forced from his lungs. I don’t like this water slide, was the last thought he had before his
ears popped, causing him to scream before he passed out, his body descending
with increasing forcefulness and speed until it broke through the threshold of
the stomach’s sphincter with a squelch and plummeted into the jostling depths
of her belly.
Soon, his tiny body was in the early stages of being broken
down into pulp to be eventually absorbed and distributed throughout her body.
***
Epilogue
A few minutes later, Richey’s mother came into the living
room, holding a tray with a couple bowls of soup. “Here you go honey”, she
said, laying one of the bowls on a table next to the couch Rachel was on.
“Thanks Mrs. Franklin”, Rachel said gratefully, “I haven’t
had anything other than a small snack all morning.”
“Ugh, where’s that rambunctious little boy at?”, said Wilma.
“Mmmm”, said Rachel after she had blown on the hot spoonful
and slurped it into her mouth. She couldn’t suppress a small burp and covered
her mouth with a sheepish smile. “Not sure. Perhaps he went to lie down. The
last time I heard him, he didn’t seem to be feeling too well.” Inwardly, though
she made no further external noises, she chuckled silently at the mother’s
expression of her son, her sides clenching and unclenching involuntarily and
her abs jiggling.

Wilma went to look for Richey, but couldn’t find him
anywhere. Not only was his soup ready, but his clothes were dried as well.
***
Richey woke up from his nightmare. In it, he was being
pushed and pulled and throttled about, his body even doing somersaults. Waking,
he was confused. He was in complete darkness. He felt short of breath. On the
other hand, it was very humid and dank and it smelled. His body was
half-immersed in some type of slimy liquid.
“Mom?”, he said, nervously.
There was no answer, but he heard a noise as if water was
trickling around somewhere, almost like a waterfall in the distance. Reaching
for his pillow, he instead found his hands covered in something slimy and his
skin was itching all over. Shocked and fearful, he stood upright, his heart
racing.
He had slept through the first phase of the stomach’s
digestion and the second phase was just beginning, the stomach churning into
full digestion mode as his footing swayed underneath him, making him drop to
his hands and knees into the muck of the soup the girl had just ingested. Some
of it along with the acids of Rachel’s stomach got into his mouth and he
scrunched his nose in distaste at the tart liquid.
It was beyond itching now, he felt like his skin was
literally burning. Even his mouth and throat burned. He had no idea where he
was or what was happening.
To make matters even worse, his penis, his ‘sugar monster’
was in immense pain. He didn’t know why, not realizing the cartilage had been
shorn by his trip down the girl’s gullet while it was erect. It had shrunk down
to it’s smallest state. “Ow. Owie”, he mumbled and rubbed at it, trying to make
the pain go away.
Then it struck him. He had been swallowed. His cousin,
beautiful Rachel, had swallowed him. Was
it an accident? Is she upset at me for flashing her? Is she playing a game with
me, waiting for me to wake up so she could tease me before throwing me back up? These thoughts flashed quickly through
Richey’s juvenile mind.
He stood up again, though the slimy liquid still came up to
his thigh. “Rachel?”
There was no acknowledgement.
“Rachel. I really liked the blowjob. Can you let me out now?
Maybe we can do it again?”, he said, as loud as he dared.
Still no reaction from the girl.
The humidity, darkness and lack of oxygen made it tough for
him to breathe.
Perhaps he had misread the girl’s reactions and she was
really penalizing him now.
“Rachel. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for flashing you my sugar
monster”, he said, his voice growing louder. Perhaps she couldn’t hear him, he
wondered.
Then he heard voices – it was his mother’s and she was
talking with Rachel. He listened for awhile, but he couldn’t make out what was
being said.
He called out to her, “Mom! Mommy!”, but was met with
giggling from Rachel and her giggling had the effect of making her belly
tremble, causing him to slip and fall back into the muck.
“Ouch. Oh. Oh”, he exclaimed, trying to wring off the grimy
liquid and bits of masticated noodles.
He climbed higher up the moist, forgiving musculature, out
of the chime except for his ankles and feet. The oppressive nature of the
climate he was in and yelling made his strength wane.
“Rachel. Rachel, I’d like to come out now. It’s really hot
in here!”, he yelled, no longer holding back his vocals.
But again, there was no response from the girl. Nor did he
detect mother’s voice any longer. He was growing more tired by the second.
Mustering up his strength, he looked up and yelled, “Come
on, Rachel! I..I won’t bring out the sugar monster…never again…I..I promise!”
After getting no response, he screamed with all his
remaining energy, “Rachel, please! Let me out now. It hurts and…I’m tired.”
This latest outburst had sapped him completely and he was
having trouble thinking clearly. His body sank a bit so that the liquid was
back up to his waist. He was beginning to fade out and he laid his head on his
arms. He felt like taking a nap.
After some moments, the stomach began to move about,
contracting and squeezing. There was a rhythmic quality to it and, along with
the warmth of the pool of chime most of his body lay in, Richey’s mind was
eased.
As he lost consciousness, the rest of his body slid from
moist textured surface into the sludge. He was never to wake again. His tiny
body would eventually be absorbed into the muck and thence absorbed into
Rachel’s body, acting as important nutrients for the growing girl.
***
Wilma didn’t think anything of the MSD virus in regards to
her son’s disappearance. Though the virus had triggered on males as young as
twelve years old, it was a very rare circumstance. In most of the ‘known’
cases, the gene had triggered in the late teens to early twenties. Richey
hadn’t even been diagnosed with the virus, as doctors hadn’t been given the
information to diagnose it by the time of his last physical. Of course, his
next physical would have only been a couple weeks away, at the start of the
school year.
After some time, Wilma asked Rachel where she thought Richey
had gotten to. Rachel had mentioned that Richey had seemed upset with his
mother’s treatment. She said he looked angry and embarrassed. Perhaps he had gotten
some dirty clothes out of the laundry and left the house, running out into the
still-pouring rain as she finished her soup? Rachel had even went out with the
mother to ‘help search’ for him, starting with the nearby playground. Of
course, they didn’t find him.
As the authorities were inevitably called to try to help
locate the missing boy, Rachel wondered if she would have another such tiny encounter.
It had left her with an insatiable desire to swallow another boy like the one
she had just eaten. She thought of using her own powers of seduction, which
were fledgling, but growing. She had been lucky this time, but after all, luck
was where opportunity meets preparation. As for Richey, she would tell her
friends that he had simply been ‘lost in the rain’.
The End