“Hi, welcome to Boardwalk Cones!” Phil called out, trying to hide his tiredness behind the happy customer service voice he’d mastered over the years.
“Hey Sprinkle!” a voice replied, putting a smile on Phil’s face. He pushed his fluffy brown hair back, making sure he looked as good as possible for the source of the words..
“Maddie, hey! The usual, vanilla with sprinkles?” he asked, already reaching into the case to start on the order.
“You know me too well. Seemingly enough to be calling me by my nickname, too.” the customer, Maddie, responded, giving a light giggle.
“Well, that’s the name you give us when you put in an order.” Phil laughed, seeing the blonde go beet-red.
“Ah. You got me. Sorry, tired today. Long shift!” Maddie said with a shrug, a sheen of sweat visible on her forehead from the hot, humid weather of the beach outside. Phil couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful girl, fully captivated by the sparse spread of freckles breaking up her perfect, rosy skin. Her petite button nose rested above her plush pink lips, and below her shimmering blue eyes, indistinguishable from the ocean view outside of the store. Her eyelashes fluttered with each thoughtful blink, threatening to steal Phil’s heart. She was wearing a cute crop top, and tight denim shorts, falling down into a pair of cute black flip-flops, showing off an immaculate pedicure.
“Yo, dickbag. The idea is that you serve the customer, instead of staring at them…” another voice scolded, slapping Phil hard on the back. He turned to see the offender, and groaned when he realized it was his coworker, Riley. Her appearance was far more intimidating than the sweet blonde, her pale skin and short black hair easy to mistake for a vampire, and her attire looked as if she spun a wheel in a hot-topic and wore whatever came up. She was littered in black-piercings, her face practically half-metal, and her ears carried an intimidating pair of wide gauges. Her heavy platform Doc Martens shook the store with each step, putting her just over Phil’s height, something she immensely enjoyed.
“Don’t do that cliche male-gaze shit at me! I don’t want your straight-people cooties, make the damn ice cream!” Riley ordered, pushing Phil away with a shudder, then walking towards the back to grab stock to refresh the display.
“Right, sorry… vanilla with sprinkles, coming up!” Phil said with a flustered expression, quickly assembling the order.
“Hey, why do you always call me Sprinkle?” Phil asked, looking to Maddie, who had a slight smirk on her face.
“Well, it’s cause the clothes you wear make you look like a sprinkle! You’re all pink and colorful!” she giggled, reaching a hand adorned with fresh french-tip nails towards the cup of ice cream Phil was holding out.
“Believe it or not, this is actually our uniform.” Phil laughed, spinning around to show off the dorky neon-pink ensemble.
“Why doesn’t the other girl wear that?” Maddie inquired, dipping her spoon into the ice cream and pulling a spoonful out.
“Does Riley look like someone who would let herself be seen in these clothes?” Phil reasoned, getting a “that’s-fair” shrug from Maddie, as the blonde slowly lifted the spoon into her mouth. Phil couldn’t help but be entranced as it sunk inside, her lips closing around it, then pulling it out, revealing a barren spoon.
“So, what’re you doing for the rest of the night?” Phil cleared his throat, trying to make conversation as much as his body screamed at him to not slip up and tell Maddie he was madly in love.
“Well, after I finish this, I’m gonna grab dinner with a friend.” Maddie smiled, getting a slightly disappointed look from Phil.
“Oh! A guy or a girl?” he asked, making Maddie furrow her brow.
“Uh… a girl? Why do you ask?” Maddie inquired, awaiting an answer from Phil.
“Um… uh… just curious as to what kind of people you hang out with!” Phil nervously replied, trying not to smack himself for his creepy question.
“I see. Well, yeah it’s just someone from my cheer team…” Maddie answered, trailing off a little.
“Anyway, who gets ice cream before dinner?” Phil laughed, trying to break the tension.
“A girl who wants ice cream, and she wants it now! Don’t judge me Sprinkle!” Maddie giggled, taking another spoonful of ice cream. Phil watched as it too disappeared.
Phil smiled, but his expression turned to one of annoyance as he looked towards the back room and saw Riley mimicking gags, mocking his floundering performance.
“Y’know, you always get a bowl when you come here. You should try one of the cones! It’s what we’re famous for! Well, as famous as an ice cream shop in a nowhere beach town can be…” Phil offered, watching as Maddie finished off her cup.
“I just might. Maybe I’ll come in again tomorrow, an ice-cream twice a weekend can’t hurt too bad… my coach would disagree though…” Maddie smiled, touching at the barely existent pudge of her belly, exposed by her crop top.
“That sounds great! I’m working tomorrow too, so hopefully I’ll see you!” Phil stated, getting a sweet gaze from the blonde.
“I’d like that, Sprinkle.” Maddie replied, her eyes beaming at him.
“Oh, you have a sprinkle on your mouth… right here…” Phil pointed out, motioning to the right side of Maddie’s lip. She stuck her tongue out, sweeping around trying to find the sprinkle. She eventually touched her tongue to it, and effortlessly dragged it into her mouth. For some reason, that made Phil feel… fear. The oddness of such a feeling confused him, but Maddie broke him out of the trance.
“Well, I’m already running late, so I’ll be going. Thanks for the ice-cream!” she said, waving goodbye to Phil and walking out of the door, causing the bell to ring with her exit.
“Ugh… finally. “Oh, look at me, I’m a blonde cheerleader, I’m so cute and small, pick me, pick me!” Riley mocked, groaning as she brought the stock out to the front, heaving with the heavy bucket of ice-cream.
“Oh shut it Riley, she’s a nice girl…” Phil argued, getting a grin from Riley.
“Don’t you go talking. If it wasn’t so funny watching you try and flirt, I’d be throwing up…” she said, once more mimicking the motion.
“She’s into me! Why else would she be coming here?” Phil countered, his face going red.
“The ice-cream, dumbass.” Riley replied, her heavy Doc Martens thumping on the tile floor of the back-counter.
“Whatever…” Phil grumbled, as Riley threw a rag to him, indicating it was time to start prepping for close…
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“Phew… that took forever…” Riley sighed, ruffling her hair to get some of the heat out as the two finished scrubbing the counter as meticulously as their district manager insisted.
“Yeah… what time is it?” Phil asked, his phone long dead.
“Um… oh, would you look at that! It’s eleven-eleven. Make a wish, dipshit!” Riley giggled, holding her phone in front of Phil.
“Maybe you should wish for that girl to actually give a shit about you. About the only way I see you getting in with her…” she continued, grinning as she mocked her coworker.
“Fuck off, Riley. Not like you’re any better about it…” Phil responded, getting a laugh from Riley.
“Two different playing fields, my not-friend. Girls who like girls are vicious. You either get married in a week, or they stand outside your house for the next two years waiting to stab you…” Riley replied, seemingly speaking from experience.
Phil paused for a moment. “If I did have to wish for something… I wish Maddie would look at me the same way she looks at those damn sprinkles…” he laughed internally, before walking over to the system to clock-out.
“I bet you our next paycheck you can’t get her number tomorrow…” Riley offered, a smirk on her black-lips.
“You’re on…” Phil grinned back, shaking Riley’s hand. Riley laughed in his face, then walked over to her bag, throwing it over her shoulder and heading out of the building.
“There’s no way I’m getting her number…” Phil sighed, as he turned the lights off, and followed Riley out.
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“Welcome to Boardwalk Cones!”
“Welcome to Boardwalk Cones! Can I offer you a sample?”
“Welcome to Boardwalk Cones!”
“Welcome to Boardwalk Cones! Do you want to try our new flavors?”
Phil groaned, the store finally clearing out after a terrible weekend rush. His legs ached, and his feet were burning alive inside of the dollar-store non-slip shoes. All he wanted was a break, but now that he finally had a moment to rest, his mind began its own rush.
“Shit, it’s halfway through the day and I haven’t even seen Maddie…” he grimaced, wondering if Riley would respect the technicality if she didn’t show.
“Looks like your little doll isn’t gonna make it after all!” Riley mocked, slapping Phil on his back in the way she knew he hated.
“She’ll show, and I’ll get her number right in front of you…” Phil muttered, causing Riley to giggle.
“I’d love to see you try. Hey, maybe if you strike out, I’ll take a pass, just for shits and giggles!” Riley cackled, trying not to shed tears as she toyed with her meek coworker.
Phil tried to hide his annoyance, instead making sure the display was correct and all the toppings were filled.
“Shit, we’re out of sprinkles…” he muttered, noticing the bottle was fully empty.
“There should be more in the back. Go grab some, before your girly-friend has to get her ice-cream somewhere else, from someone who can actually talk to women…” Riley poked, directing Phil to the back room.
He muttered curses under his breath, and paced his way into the back, shutting the door behind him and leaning back against the wall, taking a moment of rest. He was feeling awfully tired today, and he couldn’t put a finger on why. Disregarding the annoying fatigue, he rose to his feet once more, and checked the storage containers for one marked sprinkles.
“Ah, there it is…” he grumbled, as he stood on the step stool and reached up to grab the box. He securely grabbed it, then slowly lowered himself down, placing the box on the table and opening it.
“There you go, one thing of sprinkles… now just to…” he began, before feeling a sudden dizziness as he opened the bottle of sprinkles. The room began to spin, and he struggled to maintain balance as an invisible force tried to suck him into the ground.
“What the…” he mumbled, before losing the ability to speak entirely, as he blacked out, falling towards the table…
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“Sprinkle!” a voice shouted excitedly, as they stepped into the store and had their entrance announced even further by the obnoxious bell.
“Oh shit… I really don’t want to deal with her…” Riley muttered as she looked around for Phil. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. She pinched her brow, and stood up from the seat, trying to fake a smile as she eyed-down the blonde, dressed in pink running-gear and doused with sweat.
“Hey.” Riley said succinctly, her disinterest palpable. It was no match for the blonde’s pure energy, as Maddie simply smiled at Riley, then looked around the store in confusion.
“Oh, is Sprinkle not working today? I thought he said he would be…” she muttered with a disappointed tone as sadness crept over her expression.
“Phil is working today, he’s in the back… I think.” Riley answered bluntly, hating the cutesy nickname and wanting to vomit at it’s mere mention.
“Ah, well… um… listen, girl to girl?” Maddie began, getting an eyebrow raise from Riley.
“Go on, girl.” Riley replied with a monotone annoyance that Maddie was too innocent to pick up on.
“I like him… I think he’s super cute, and I want to give him my number, but I can’t bring myself to do it… would you do it for me?” Maddie asked sweetly, with an expectant gaze focused on the moody ravenette.
Riley didn’t respond, instead returning the stare coldly.
“Oh! I’m sorry, do you like him too? I don’t want to step on any toes…” Maddie gasped, covering her mouth in embarrassment.
“HA!” Riley cackled, before also covering her mouth as she cursed herself for breaking her usual solemn stature and composed herself.
“No, you aren’t stepping on any toes. Here, pass me it and I’ll give it to him when you’re gone…” Riley grinned, taking a piece of paper from Maddie as she excitedly handed it over.
“You’re the best! Thank you so much… also, I like your… uh… piercing!” Maddie complimented, the gesture falling flat.
“Thanks, which one?” Riley grinned, knowing the blonde had no idea what any of them were called. She loved catching people in their aimless compliments.
“Um… the medusa!” Maddie exclaimed, seeming proud of herself for remembering.
Riley rose an eyebrow, surprised that Maddie was able to name even one.
“Thanks. Anyway, what do you want, I don’t think it’s worth you waiting until the creep comes out of the back.” she asked, waiting expectantly for an answer from Maddie.
“Uh, a vanilla with sprinkles please!” Maddie answered with a smile, trying her hardest to get positivity out of the goth.
“Sure… ah shit… sprinkles…” Riley cursed, remembering why Phil went into the back in the first place.
“Hold up a sec, blondie…” she instructed, pacing her way to the back room with an agitated swagger. She opened the door, bursting into the room ready to yell at Phil for slacking off.
“Phil, you win. Blondie’s here, she gave me her number to give to you. Where are you at so I can get this gross embodiment of feelings out of my hand…” she barked, looking around to see where Phil was.
“Phil?” she said again, not seeing any sign of the lanky neon billboard anywhere.
A smile crept over her face, as she walked over to the trash and dropped the number inside.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…” she grinned, closing the lid and giggling to herself as she hid the evidence of the lost bet.
“Where did he even go?” she wondered, looking for any hidden exit that he would’ve taken to sneak by her, as she had no clue where he possibly could’ve gone.
“He didn’t even… oh, nevermind, he did. C’mere, sprinkles…” she sighed, grabbing the open bottle of sprinkles and walking to the front of the store…
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“Oh my god… my head…” Phil groaned, awaking with what felt like the worst hangover he’d ever had. He tried to sit up, but felt the ground shift with an unstable heft below him, as if he was sitting in a ball pit.
“Riley!” he shouted, calling for help from his ever-inattentive coworker. Passing out on the job was serious, and he needed to be checked over for any injuries. He wasn’t looking forward to the safety talks with Bridget later…
“Did I knock a bunch of shit over?” he grumbled, still trying to open his eyes as he felt an array of objects move out of the way with each movement. It smelled… sweet, but just barely. As if he was surrounded by flavorless candy…
“Wait…” he gasped, opening his eyes fully to see a pool of rainbow-colored cylinders as far as the eye could see.
“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed, realizing he was inside of the bottle of sprinkles, the room now a gigantic expanse of inventory and bulletin boards, visible through the clear walls of the sprinkle bottle. He scrambled to his feet, as much as one could within a pile of sprinkles, and tried to clamber to the walls.
“I’m barely bigger than these!” he remarked, trying not to hyperventilate as he reached the wall. He quickly realized a problem; it was too slick to climb.
“Fuck! RILEY!” he yelled, straining his vocal chords as he banked on the last hope he had left. He banged his fists against the wall, hearing the thumps weakly echo through the bottle, dissipating into the never-ending expanse of the room's air.
Suddenly, the sound of a latch opening rang out through the room, and Phil looked to see the source.
“RILEY!” he shouted with glee, jumping up and down to get the attention of the goth as she stomped into the room.
“Phil, you win. Blondie’s here, she gave me her number to give to you. Where are you at so I can get this gross embodiment of feelings out of my hand…” he heard her say, her voice booming through the bottle, a hard adjustment that made him shield his ears.
“Phil?” she continued, looking around.
“I’M IN HERE!” Phil screamed, continuing to jump up and down to try and get Riley’s attention.
“Wait… she gave her my number! I won the bet! And she’s into me!” Phil yelled triumphantly, pumping his arm and being overcome with joy, momentarily forgetting his predicament.
He watched Riley, and raised an eyebrow as he saw her walk over to the trash.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him…” he heard her mutter to herself with a smile, and watched as she dropped the number inside.
“YOU BITCH!” he spat, punching at the wall in anger. He couldn’t believe the lengths Riley would go to to deny another happiness. No, scratch that. He could totally believe it.
He seethed within the bottle, trying to suppress his emotions and save the tongue-lashing for later. Right now, he needed to get her attention.
“Why isn’t she seeing me!” he wondered, trying to figure out what it was that made him so invisible, besides his tiny size.
“Oh shit…” he realized, looking down at his uniform. He looked just like a sprinkle.
“RILEY!” he yelled once more, hoping for a sign of acknowledgement from the ravenette. Surely enough, she turned towards him as soon as he said it.
“Did she hear me?!” he gasped excitedly, awaiting his rescue.
“C’mere sprinkles!” he heard her say, and his heart dropped. She had no clue he was in there.
“NO!” he screeched, watching her hand rapidly approach him with its shiny black nails, effortlessly grabbing the bottle and launching it into the air, causing him to lose his footing and sink into the sprinkles.
“RILEY!” he began, before he was submerged under the pile, disappearing from sight…
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“Alright, sprinkles acquired. Vanilla with sprinkles, coming right up!” Riley began, setting the sprinkles down on the counter and putting the shaker lid on, returning to her task. She began to scoop the ice-cream, but then was stopped by Maddie.
“Um… could you put it in a cone? Sprinkle said to try it…” Maddie asked meekly, getting an eye roll from Riley as she silently huffed.
“Sure, a cone it is. Any other requests?” Riley replied impatiently, a silent but clear implication she didn’t want to hear anything else
“No, that’s it…” Maddie nervously muttered, her voice trailing off as the awkward tension bore into her, causing her to sway around with a need to do something to distract herself from the encounter.
Riley grabbed a cone, then dug the scoop into the bucket of vanilla, grabbing as large of a scoop as she could get, then pulled it out, plopping it into the cone. She then walked over to the counter, and grabbed the sprinkle bottle, tipping it over over the ice-cream.
‘A little or a lot?” Riley asked, looking to Maddie for her answer.
“Um… a lot, please!” Maddie responded, excited for her sweet treat.
Riley sighed, then popped open the bottle, beginning to shake out sprinkles onto the ice-cream, coating it in rainbow-color toppings, some of them falling to the floor.
Eventually, the ice-cream was laden with sprinkles, almost making it impossible to actually see the vanilla underneath. “Psychopath…” Riley muttered under her breath.
“Here you go!” she chirped, putting on a noticeably fake smile as she handed Maddie the cone.
“Thanks!” Maddie replied with joy, taking the treat into her hand.
“Now it’s just gonna ask you a little question on the tablet…” Riley explained, beginning to stare at Maddie to pressure her into a high tip.
“Oh! Uh…” Maddie began, before silencing herself and tipping twenty-five.
Riley took the printed receipt and threw it in the trash, not caring to ask if Maddie wanted it.
“Have a good day!” she exclaimed, motioning to the door with her eyes. Maddie gulped, then awkwardly left the store, ice-cream in hand as she stepped into the summer sun, beginning to walk down the boardwalk.
“Finally…” Riley groaned, slumping into the chair behind the counter as she rejoiced at the blonde’s exit.
“PHIL!” she yelled, wondering where her coworker had gone. She yelled a few more times, but still got no response.
“Where the fuck did he go? I’m not closing this shit alone…” she grumbled, toying with her septum-piercing as the chatter of the boardwalk outside leaked into the building.
She swung her heavy platform-booted feet back and forth, idly passing the time as she awaited the return of her unfortunately-necessary coworker…
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“Oh my god… I’m gonna hurl…” Phil gagged as the bottle rocked around with each step of the got’s boots, making the sprinkles roll around in waves and repeatedly sending Phil under.
With a sudden slam, Riley set the bottle on the back-counter. Phil poked his head out from the sea of sprinkles, and saw a sight that put his heart at ease.
“Maddie!” he shouted with joy, seeing his crush talking to Riley about something. He could barely make out the conversation, but was sure she was ordering from Riley.
He sat and ogled her, admiring her features even more so now that they were the size of a movie-screen. She seemed a little sweaty, but to Phil, that did nothing to hamper her beauty.
“Wait…” Phil began. He just remembered what her order was.
“NO!” he screamed, beating furiously on the walls of the bottle as he watched Riley bend down to scoop out some vanilla, putting it into a cone.
He scrambled in all directions, trying to find some way out of the entrapment, but there was none.
“HELP!” he pleaded, but no-one could hear him. Even the quiet elevator music of the store radio drowned him out.
The bottle shook violently as Riley’s hand snatched it up within a second, grabbing hold of the bottle and lifting it once more. Phil was about to scream again, but quickly found himself silenced as the bottle began to tip.
“Oh shit!” he muttered, as the bottle flipped in an instant, putting him below a bottle full of sprinkles only held in place by gravity. He began to fall, and plummeted into the bottom of the bottle, landing with a harsh slam. The instant after he landed, a crushing force fell on top of him, submerging him in the sprinkle pile.
“Fuck…” he groaned, feeling delirious from the impact. As he tried to regain his bearings, he looked through the small opening his body made in the clear wall of the lid, and watched as the bottle rose over the ice-cream.
*POP*
Phil soared downwards, landing with a squish into the freezing-cold surface of the ice-cream as the bottle’s lid opened, causing him to sink into the dairy, making it nigh impossible to move as the thick cream held his body tight.
He would’ve shielded his face from the rain of sprinkles, but his hands refused to lift, and he was bombarded with the candy, battered relentlessly as it showered down upon him, collision after collision as the giantess shook the bottle onto the cone, until eventually the rain turned into a drizzle, then stopped completely, leaving a cone of sprinkled ice-cream. Phil was barely distinguishable amongst the rainbow, and had no chance of being seen via movement thanks to the solid hold the ice-cream had on him.
The cone suddenly shifted, the blistering cold wind blowing over Phil and adding to his already painful frostbite. He tried to see where he was headed, but that was answered quickly, as his view was filled entirely by the giant blonde, who was looking straight at him. But she didn’t see Sprinkle; she just saw sprinkles.
He looked upon her face, remembering how sweet and pretty it was just a day ago, now it was a canvas of rosy doom, sparsely covered in freckles as large as he was. Her button nose was now a gigantic monolith, each inhale and exhale moving mountains of microscopic muscle. Even her eyes bore no sense of situational beauty, as now all they looked at him with, instead of what he now knew were subtle flirtatious glances, was hunger.
He tried desperately to pull himself from the hold, but it was no good, and he watched helplessly as Maddie left the store, bringing him away from the only place he was likely to be found. He squinted as the bright sun invaded his eyes, scattering the view of the boardwalk. He slowly adjusted, but it did him no favors.
“NO! MADDIE!” he screamed, as he watched the giantess snake her tongue out of her mouth, and go in for a lick of the ice-cream. Thankfully, her gigantic tongue made impact just north of him, causing a deafening rumble to reverberate through the treat as it dragged along the surface. He heard a continuous slick bubbling as her spit interacted with the sweet dairy, beginning the exterior digestive process ever so subtly.
He watched as her tongue pulled away, a medley of sprinkles and white ice-cream covering it. He very well could’ve been on that tongue, as it sunk behind her teeth, disappearing as her mouth closed.
“MMM…” her voice rumbled, a soft moan of enjoyment coming from her as she savored the flavor on her taste buds. He watched as she moved the substance around in her mouth, her eyes slightly squinting with each minute movement.
“So good…” she muttered, a slight lisp to her voice as her mouth was still full of ice-cream. She sought to resolve that problem, and Phil watched as her head pulled back for some reason.
*GULP*
Phil shuddered in fear, as he watched a lump form in her throat, then travel down with blistering speed, disappearing behind her glistening chest.
“That could’ve been me…” he trembled, his heart sinking as he realized there might not be a way out of this situation…
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Maddie continued walking down the boardwalk, her tennis shoes knocking against the wooden planks with each step, as she took in the exciting views of the tourist attraction. She casually licked at her ice-cream, going slow and savoring the delicious treat, but staying aware of the slow melting process it was undergoing as the sun shone down on it with great intensity.
Invisible to the many onlookers ogling the beautiful girl as she walked past, she was intensely thinking about a certain someone.
“God, I hope Sprinkle doesn’t think I’m weird for not just giving him my number…” she muttered aloud, taking another lick from her ice-cream.
“I just… he’s so hot, I can barely talk to him. He’s so nerdy too, it’s adorable…” she giggled, swallowing the first lick and going back for another.
“That other girl is a bitch…” she continued, recalling the treatment Riley gave her. She scoffed, before swallowing the second lick, then going back yet again. This time, she swirled the cone along her tongue while holding it out, licking along the entire surface of the ice-cream to get any of the dripping bits.
“This is gonna screw my diet over royally, but I don’t even care… I can’t keep eating grilled chicken for every meal, I’m gonna go insane!” she complained, continuing to lap at the treat as she walked steadily along the boardwalk, the slowly setting sun giving her a beautiful sight of the shimmering ocean…
“I should stop talking to myself…” she mumbled, noticing perplexed stares from passersby as she shyly looked down at her ice-cream…
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“Oh my god… oh my god… oh my god…” Phil stammered in panicked disgust, as the tongue had swiped over him several times, coating his helpless body in a film of the giant girl’s spit.
“MADDIE!” he screamed, trying desperately to be heard over the boardwalk chatter. It was pointless, the girl was too in her own head to even consider the idea of a shrunken down person stuck on her ice-cream.
“Not again!” he whimpered, this time seeing her stick out her tongue directly towards him. The tip went below him, starting at the rim of the scoop, before lifting up, eventually making it to his feet.
“Wait… wait, wait wait wait… no, holy shit no!” he pleaded, as he noticed a terrifying feeling; her tongue was prying him off the ice-cream.
“STOP! MADDIE!” he continued, feeling his feet start to separate as the tongue sunk into the ice-cream behind him. He struggled as hard as he could, trying with all he had left to get out of the way, but it was pointless, and his legs began to lift alongside the glob of ice cream.
“NO!” he weeped, as his body came out with the glob, causing him to fall face first onto Maddie’s steaming hot, slick tongue.
“SOMEONE HELP!” he called out in desperation, looking towards the rapidly dwindling source of light, as her mouth began to close, her tongue having pulled him all the way in. As if to answer his plea, her teeth snapped shut, leaving him in near-total darkness as she began to roll the ice-cream around her mouth.
“MMM…” he heard her moan, making his ears almost bleed with the sheer volume. He was distraught, flailing around for some sign of escape, but the mouth offered none, as he was rolled effortlessly across the tongue and into her cheeks, as well as her soft-palate, and every other inch of her mouth she wanted to expose to the wonderful flavors.
“I DON’T DESERVE THIS!” he weeped, fighting to stay above the now rapidly growing pool of saliva and ice-cream, looking no different from the other sprinkles floating in the mix. He struggled to tread the slimy liquid, gasping for air after every surface.
Suddenly, he felt the liquid start to lower, slowly allowing him more and more room to tread. But just as he was about to gladly take the relief, he began to get dragged along with the lowering tide.
“What’s happening, what the fuck is happening?!” he yelled, trying to swim against the riptide current. He collided with another sprinkle, forcing him under once more. He surfaced again, wiping the slick mixture from his face as he continued to get dragged back…
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Maddie happily bounced along the boardwalk, almost finishing her scoop of vanilla. “Gotta make room for the cone…” she thought to herself, as she felt the mouthful of ice-cream shift to the back of her mouth.
She touched a hand to her neck, then constricted her muscles…
*GULP*
She swallowed down the sweet treat, letting out a satisfied sigh as she felt it travel down her throat, the cold sensation easy to feel as it sunk further past her breasts, down into her awaiting stomach.
“Mmm… oh my god… he was right, this cone is so good…” she mumbled with her mouth full, as she then chewed up the wafer cone, not caring about her manners…
*GULP*
She pulled the chewed up mix down her throat, getting rid of the last sign of the trip to the ice-cream shop. She laid a hand on her exposed belly, patting it to celebrate the completion of the delicious dessert.
“Now to walk this off…” she grumbled, as she began to start walking back home, a short few blocks away from the beach…
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“FUCK! HOLY SHIT, NO NO NO!” Phil shouted as he realized what was happening a little too late, and desperately swam against the sticky fluid. It was pointless, as he continued to sink back. He tried to grab a hold of her taste buds, but there was no chance of a solid grip with all the spit coating them, and he fell further and further, until…
*GULP*
He felt a tight constriction around his body, as he started to fall down, guided by the muscles of the giantesses throat, slowly escorted towards her awaiting stomach.
He punched at the flesh, hoping to get some kind of reaction and maybe make her cough him out, but his punches were weak, barely sinking into the mucus-lined walls, and continued to get pulled down her pipe, helplessly brought to his impending doom.
*SPLASH*
Phil fell into a steaming hot pool, sinking underneath and noticing a distinctive feeling.
“Am I… burning? Oh my god, she’s digesting me already…” he shuddered, feeling the acids tickle his skin as he surfaced into the chamber, hearing the deafening bubbling and gurgling of his surroundings, as well as the occasional thump of her heartbeat.
He searched desperately for some kind of escape from the stinging broth, but all that accompanied him in the stomach was a mix of sprinkles and liquid ice-cream. He was forced to tread in the liquid that rapidly ate at his skin.
*GULP*
He heard an echo from above, an indication of Maddie further swallowing. “What now?!”
*SPLASH*
His face was attacked by specks of acid, flung at him from something heavy landing in the chamber.
“What is…” he thought, reaching out in the darkness towards whatever had fallen in. He felt his hand touch it, slightly sinking in but able to get solid ground on it.
“Is this… the cone?” he mumbled, panting as he began clambering on top of the pile of mush, escaping the pool of acid for at least a short while. In all truth, it was just a way to delay the inevitable…
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Maddie shut the door behind her as she stepped into her room, a light pink and pastel display of girly furniture and decorations, slowly lugging her tired body over to her bed, crashing with a sigh as she got onto her stomach and pulled out her phone, slowly kicking her feet back and forth as she checked for any notifications.
“Aw… he didn’t text me yet…” she said with a saddened tone, seeing an inbox filled with messages, but none from the one person she wanted to see. She frowned, then dismissed the notion as she opened TikTok.
“I’m sure he will once he gets off work…” she reasoned, distracting herself from the slight irritation in her stomach.
“The things I do for cute guys… my stomach is NOT happy with this dairy…” she laughed, listening to the angry grumbles from her midsection. The lactose-intolerant blonde smiled, seeing cute couple content come across her page, feeding her dreams and delusions of dating the hot ice-cream boy…
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“How long has it been…” Phil gasped, his breathing ragged from the long-term exposure to the acid within the air. He continued to float, but it became clear his raft had been eaten away, as his feet began to resume their digestion process, the tell-tale sting growing.
The gurgle in the stomach had grown louder and more fervent, in some sick sense acting as white noise for the final sleep that was trying its hardest to take him.
Phil thought back to how this all started. All because he wanted to get with the cute blonde, fate had some sick twist that made that so, in the worst way possible. Now he was just fuel, fat to place on her ample curves.
“Fuck you…” he said to the invisible deity that organized his suffering. He was beginning to grow dizzy, as his head was just above the source of the noxious fumes filling the chamber. His eyes began to close, and just before he drifted off and sunk into the acid, he muttered one final word.
“Why…”
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“Man… he’s definitely almost off by now… it can’t be so busy that he can’t even text me…” she groaned, impatiently tapping at her phone. She had been texting her best-friend all the juicy details, and didn’t want to look like a fool if he never even gave her a message back.
“Oh, it’s eleven-eleven!” she giggled, noticing the time on her phone.
“Hmm… what should I wish for?” she pondered, putting a finger to her chin as she looked up in thought.
“I wish for… hm… I wish that Sprinkle and I could be together forever!” she giggled once more, making herself laugh with such juvenile intentions. She was eighteen for god sakes. She rolled onto her back, and rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing on it to alleviate some of the irritation.
“That ice-cream is gonna go straight to my thighs…” she sighed, before closing her eyes with a smile, as she pulled her blankets over herself and settled into bed. Her thoughts wandered to a life spent with her hot would-be-boyfriend, and slowly pulled her to sleep, rendering her unconscious, the sounds of her light snores and gurgling stomach echoing into the night…