Chapter 10: 2100 October 13th, Wednesday

Classes weren’t too bad today. Nyrle and the others were still busy though, so it was looking like a slow day in terms of fun. I had one more class for the day at the time today’s interesting event happened. However, there was a big gap between the previous so I was passing time in my dorm. Just hanging out and whatever.

Then, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it up and it was Lance. Brock’s blonde haired friend that I met on Saturday.

He was clad in some jeans, a hoodie from the school shop, and a Jam Slammers band T-shirt.

Before I could say hello he opened with.

“Hey, have you seen Brock?”

“What do you mean?”, I said.

“Well, he texted me two days ago about you, asking if I knew you. I said no not really. That’s last I heard from him. We were supposed to have a class together today, but he didn’t show. That’s unlike him. I know he looks like a meathead, but he takes his studies seriously. He was trying to keep good grades to transfer to some better school he was always talking about.”

“Oh really...”

I placed a hand to my hip and smirked.

“Yeah so, you were the last person he mentioned seeing. I figured you might know something.”, he said.

“Well, we did hang out for a bit.”, I replied.

“Huh, you know the more I think about this... I mean, Brock never really approached Zenith. He was always nervous around your kind--not that I agree with it or anything but, that he would go from that to hanging out with a Zenith, you, in such a short time...”

My smirk turned to a smile and I lashed my hair at his neck. I opened my mouth to unleash a command alongside the pheromones I let out.

“Kneel.”, I said.

He dutifully obeyed, falling to his knees, palms on the hard floor of my room. I lifted up my left leg and nudged my room door close with a push of my bare foot. We were then alone.

I probably could’ve toyed with him a bit more before hair-plugging him, but I was light on the pheromones. I really only wanted him to obey just two commands really.

“I guess it’s fair to fill you in on the situation, given how you helped us hook up.”

“Wha?”, he stammered.

I giggled.

“Remember everything that happened Saturday for me.”, I said, giving him the last order.

I saw realization dawn on his eyes as the memories I told him to block came flooding back. What I ordered forgotten could easily be ordered remembered. The block would’ve weakened with time anyways. I guess I might’ve had to deal with him sooner or later, if I wanted to avoid a fine for what I did to Brock.

Around that time the pheromones wore off. He tried to move to run, but I had already given him a bit of paralytic chemicals with my hair-plugs. Nothing I couldn’t undue with more chemicals when the time was right.

So, he was stuck kneeling at my feet.

“What the, how could you. What are you doing to me? Where’s Brock?”

I grinned.

“He and I spent some wonderful time together, no thanks for you trying to be tight-lipped about his schedule. Thankfully you humans can’t keep secrets when pheromones are on the table.”

“Where is he? What did you do with him?”

“The same thing I’m going to do to you. You two were friends right? Seems fair to have a similar fate. Yours won’t be quite the same though. You’re not really my type I’m afraid.”

“Type? What are you talking about? Why can’t I move?!?”

“Just relax. You’ll be able to move soon enough. But first, grit your teeth cause this is gonna hurt.”

I started to shrink him, just like I did Brock. He had far less of a pain tolerance than his friend. Wouldn’t stop screaming as his bones shifted and cracked. What a weenie.

I needed him a bit smaller for what I wanted to do to him. He wasn’t gonna get Brock’s treatment per-se. So, screaming and doing his best to writhe, he dwindled down and down to he was at my feet, kneeling at my toes. He was about as tall as a large cricket, a scant 3 inches in height. His clothes fell off of him then onto him, obviously, and so I kicked his shirt, hoodie, jeans and underwear off his tiny form, revealing it to me as it knelt on the floor.

I wiggled my toes before his exposed self, and removed his paralysis before sliding out the rest of my hair from his tiny body.

“There we go, the perfect size for you: bite size~”

I laughed, teasing humans was just too much fun! He was of course horrified with a dumb look on his tiny face: much as I could see it. He was looking up at me after all, briefly, before he scrambled up from his knees and tried to run away to the door.

I taunted him some more as I lifted my foot up. I cast him in its shadow, making him feel I would step on him. But, I had a better idea in mind, so I stopped short of planting my sole on him, let him run ahead of my foot, then pivoted the ped to knock him over with a boop of my toes.

“Boop.”, I said. Not very creative or original, but I was having fun!

“Just where do you think you’re going?”, I said. “You can’t slip under the door crack at your height. No, the only place you’re going, is inside me. Just like Brock.”

I bent down and picked him up. He was screaming, pounding at my fingers as I brought him up to my midriff, pressing him against the taut tan-toned skin there.

“Can you guess where you’re going Lance?”

I was trying to tease him of course, but my stomach wasn’t cooperating at first. After a good few seconds of holding him there, finally my tummy let out a gurgle.

“No! You crazy Zenith bitch. You ate Brock.”

“Not exactly.”, I said, bringing him up past my chest as I spoke. I was taking my time.

“I mean, I did, but I consumed him another way. A more intimate, fun way. You’re not the type I like for... shall we say, ‘romance’ though. No.”

I brought him up to my lips, and let my breath wash over him with my next words.

“You are the perfect type for a snack, however~”

He didn’t much like that, trying to fidget out of the grip of my pinching fingers on his side. He started beating at the sides of the digits as hard as he could.

“Ha, that almost tickles.”, I said. “It’s pointless. Even at your normal height you’d have no chance of bruising my flesh. But now? Now it’s just cute. A meal having a tantrum. Ha!”

“Fuck you!”

I laughed in his face.

“You wish. But by all means keep fussing.”

I stuck my tongue out and trailed it down the front of his form. He punched and kicked against it futilely all the while.

“I love it when my meals squirm after all~”

Opening wide, I stuffed him in. Three inches was pretty small, but way bigger than a gam who could only dream of such heights. Lance actually took up a bit of space in my mouth as I tossed him from cheek to cheek.

He had a bad time of it of course, constantly punching his fists and flailing his limbs. I heard him cry out ‘ouch’ after he punched one of my teeth, serving only to injure his knuckles in the process.

Humans could be so stupid. I did like the taste of them though. It was pretty rare I ate them, but this wasn’t the first time. Since it’s not really easy to shrink them as small as gams, you can get a lot more of the savory flavor suckling on them. In comparison. It’s not really practical to eat more than one at once though.

For starters, a human has to tick me off enough, or I need to be in the mood enough, to actually shrink them and eat them. Then, it’s hard to shrink them small enough to make a lot of room in your mouth.

I can’t imagine swallowing a 6 inch human: the size I shrunk Brock to. I bet it’s possible though. Our bodies are amazing things.

Anyways after some tongue wrestling I gulped Lance down. He kept fighting till he reached my throat like a real trooper, although maybe it was just panic causing him to fuss that much. I imagine it was real claustrophobic with my throat squeezing tight against him. At least it wasn’t dark thanks to my bioluminescence, so if he was afraid of the darkness he wouldn’t have to worry about that.

He would have to worry about my stomach acids though. I felt his journey down my throat, tracing it with my finger. He was a decent-sized living meal after all, and the sensation of something like that pushing against one’s throat is really neat.

I felt him plop in my gut and that was that. With my sense of hearing I could pick up some faint screams, but he couldn’t muster enough force against my stomach walls to be felt in there, and that’s assuming he even got to them. He probably sizzled into shock before then.

I sat back at my desk, kicked up my feet, and continued wasting time on the internet as my stomach churned and dissolved him away.

The next class was uneventful, as was the rest of the night.

You know, for whatever reason I just really didn’t like that guy. I think it was his face. Just, something was off about it. Unaesthetic in a way that offended me I guess. I know that seems petty, but I know humans do the same thing a lot of the time. They’ve told me as much. You just see someone and based on what they looked like you’ve already got a bias for or against them. A bias that can often be overcome once you get to know them.

I guess that wasn’t the case for Lance though, ha.

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