Sink or Swim
Mrs. Larson's estate was truly a sight to behold.
Intimidating and gaudy would be an understatement. Unlike other mansions set in
the gated community, Mrs. Larson's was dominated by picturesque statues and
shrubbery resembling HERSELF rather than generic lions or other mundane
designs. Egotistical would be one way to put it, yet Mrs. Larson gave off the
aura that made such displays of extravagance seem almost acceptable. After
introducing myself to the guardsman at the gates as one of Mrs. Larsons athletes,
I hurried up the chiseled stone steps towards the two monolithic dark oaken
doors of the mansion's entrance.
I checked my watch. 2:00pm sharp, Saturday. I let off a sigh
of relief, just on time. I knew Mrs. Larson would not be pleased with me if I
was running late. I was already performing slightly below my other teammates in
the relays. My times for breaststroke and butterfly were great when compared to
other colleges, yet Mrs. Larson demanded that all students who underperformed
had to attend after-hours training on the weekends to improve performance.
These were one on one sessions of rigorous training that allowed
underperforming athletes on the team a chance to prove themselves, and it seems
as though my time to improve was now.
I gulped; hands slightly damp as I hesitated at the
doors. Mrs. Larson was a stern person
both at the poolside and outside it. She was a multi gold medal winner in the
Olympics many times over, teaching some of the greatest swimmers in our nation.
Regardless of the occasion, whether we were being coached or not, Mrs. Larson
exuded a calm confidence that set her apart from other faculty at our college.
In addition, all swimmers who returned from the weekend "Sink
Sessions" as some had dubbed it, never spoke of them whatsoever. They
merely avoided the topic entirely, yet some seemed to flinch or even cower when
spoken to by Mrs. Larson hence forth.
Would I do the same? How bad could these private sessions
really be?
Mrs. Larson usually held about 3-4 of these sessions each
weekend with various students. Jacklyn, the girl who also had a session this
weekend, was scheduled for 1pm. If I
could ask her some questions before she left, maybe I could get an edge on the
Sink Session.
I exhaled and pressed my finger lightly upon the doorbell. A
sing songy chime rang out. After a brief delay, a small speaker adjacent to the
bell emanated a deep soothing feminine voice.
"Ahh Sam, just on time. Make your way inside and meet
me out back. Don't be shy and delay, I am just at the poolside now. And
remember, if you did not bring the new swimsuit provided to you, do not bother
entering!"
The new, and way too tight swimsuits that Mrs. Larson
provided to those receiving special training were confining, in addition to the
fact that it had a small series of waterproof electronics hidden beneath the
collar.
A shock collar maybe? Mrs. Larson was strict, but
not that intense, right?
Shrugging this thought away, I walked through the grand
oaken doors, only to be met with a monolithically sized painting of Mrs. Larson
herself. The picture depicted her holding a red silken scarf that draped across
her nude body, leaving little to the imagination but tastefully covering all
necessary locations. Her raven black hair ran down the length of her back,
accentuating her bountiful curves. Her
pale white skin shimmered brightly, emphasized by the red of the scarf and her
ruby lips. I stood in awe for a moment before recalling Mrs. Larson's
words.
Making my way to the back of the property, I was greeted by
the Olympic sized swimming pool that sat at the back of the Larson estate. The crystal
blue water lay untouched, even exempt of lane ropes and flutter boards. Odd,
since the pool looked as though it was set up for lounging as opposed to
training. In addition, Jacklyn was nowhere in sight. Yet, I did notice Mrs.
Larson relaxing in a poolside beach chair, sipping a tall glass of pink
strawberry water, accented with a sliced lemon at the top. As I approached, I
noticed she was wearing a two-piece red bathing suit, a set of shades resting
lightly atop her head.
"Ah Sam! You made it. I just finished up with Jacklyn a
couple moments ago. She really did put up a good effort with training today and
should be finishing up this afternoon."
Thats right, there usually was a follow up training session
the morning after as well, so much for enjoying any of my weekend, I was going
to be real sore on Monday.
Mrs. Larson rose from her seat as she sauntered over to the
poolside.
I couldn’t help but notice her physique once again. In her
mid 40's, she truly was a beautiful woman with boisterous curves. I tried not
to let my eyes wander out of respect, but I was shocked when I noticed her
bathing suit bottoms. To consider the bottoms a bathing suit was a stretch. A
red thin line wrapped around her waist as the G-String bathing suit ran tightly
between her two round buns. I blushed as I averted my gaze. This was far from
her usual training attire of suit pants and a jacket.
I dropped my bag in a nearby empty pool chair and shrugged
off my track pants and shirt to reveal my swimming attire beneath. I wanted to
get straight to training before I embarrassed myself with arousal. I called out
to Mrs. Larson saying I was ready for training, but as I turned to regard her
my eyes nearly shot out of my head.
Mrs. Larson was leaning over the side of the pool, dipping
her fingers into the water below.
"Oooh, the water is pretty chilly, even for a day like today.
Sam, why don't we have a brief chat before we begin training?"
Mrs. Larsons thong rode up high between her cheeks. I
stared, as I could just make out the shape of her outer lips hugging tightly
against what little fabric rested there. My eyes wandered slightly upwards, noticing
the skin darkening slightly, revealing a coffee-colored ring. A tiny piece of string clinging tightly to the
center of her asshole. And then, the ring winked, almost chewing on the string,
bringing it deeper into the cleft. Still bending over, Mrs. Larson peeked back
at me and smiled knowingly.
I stammered in shame and agreed to any distraction, chat or
no, that would take me away from this awkward situation for good.
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As we sat together at the poolside, one of Mrs. Larson's
maids brought forth a cool blue drink for me, presumably a workout beverage. I
sat there, awkwardly beside my coach as she too received a fresh glass of strawberry
juice before downing her previous one. Mrs. Larson stifled a small burp.
"Excuse me, I had a light meal before you came, and it
seems to be upsetting my stomach slightly."
Mrs. Larson gazed down, reclined, at her belly. Even though she was once an Olympic swimmer,
it seemed as though age had caused a healthy amount of pudge to form at Mrs.
Larsons mid-section. By no means much, but just enough to round out her figure
somewhat.
Grrrnn…
A small gurgle emanated from her stomach as she clenched it
with her fingers. She sighed, as she turned her head towards me.
Almost lazily, Mrs. Larson began to speak to me.
"Listen Sam. You and I both know you haven’t been
performing at your best these recent months. Our college has a strict
reputation to adhere to when it comes to our athletes, you and I both know this."
I nodded.
"That is why I host these weekend ‘Sink Sessions’ as
you all like to call it."
She smiled slightly.
I inquired about the training briefly, curious when we would
get to swimming.
"Oh, don’t you worry, things will be beginning shortly,
I'm just waiting for our dear Jacklyn to finish up with the first portion of
the training."
Wasn’t Jacklyn supposed to be done by now?
I guess I always
assumed that due to the nature of the private sessions, the Sink Sessions would
conclude after only about an hour’s time with a brief set of training the
morning after.
GRRRMMM!
Another load groan, this time quite audible, erupted from
Mrs. Larson's stomach, followed by a very unladylike belch. A small bit of
spittle flew past her chin, alongside... a piece of a miniature bathing suit? I
furrowed by brow in confusion, about to ask, when suddenly I felt my vision
begin to stretch and my body go numb. I heard Mrs. Larson speak.
"Ahh there we go, plenty of room now to work with. And
what perfect timing too! I've really gotten this technique down to an art at
this point."
Suddenly, my body felt as though it was plummeting while the
world around me seemed to grow to monolithic proportions. Looking in panic to
my right, Mrs. Larson's form swelled in scale as well. Yet, it wasn't the world
around me growing, instead, I was shrinking! The sudden feeling of
weightlessness came to a stop as I found myself standing upon a sea of blue.
The pool chair was now a landscape, and Mrs. Larson a giant statue, much like
the ones at the entrance to her estate. Based on her scale, I estimated I was
around 1 inch in height, just about the size of the end of her thumb. How was
this even possible? Abruptly, the sound of Mrs. Larson's voice echoed above.
"You see Sam, our team has quite a reputation to
uphold, and when I notice that members are struggling, I find it best to enact
some rather 'unique' training methods. The drink you had earlier was developed
by one of our college’s science divisions to improve transportation methods for
civilians en masse. Yet, due to some 'accidents' it is not currently available
for public hands. That is, unless you oversee a leading athletic division that
brings home gold medalists and a substantial amount of funding. I won’t bore
you with the details, and as far as I know, the technicalities of the process
are even beyond me. But rest assured, your condition is not permanent. Your
general physique and durableness at this stature are enhanced but you can still
overdo it if you are not careful. An antidote can be provided if you complete
my training regime to an acceptable manner.”
I stared up at her face as she spoke, now seemingly miles
away, and shuddered. I wondered how difficult the training would be. At this
size, even the most mundane things could pose an incredible challenge. As I
stood, even the mesh around me was akin to a rope bridge. I carefully found my
footing and took a long deep breath.
Focus. I had completed the tryouts for the team, a
difficult task to begin with, how bad could a 1 on 1 session with Mrs. Larson
really be? I just needed to concentrate.
After thinking this, I took note of my surroundings and
gasped as I realized just exactly where I had shrunk.
On either side of me, two milky white monolithic walls stood
tall. They lead to a dark divide of crimson fabric that stretched rather
tightly against her intimate parts. I could just make out the swell of her
lower lips straining against the cloth.
FOCUS!
I scolded myself, as my eyes wandered over the impossible
sight in front of me with a mix of strange arousal and fear.
"Hm? Do not tell me you are starring little Sam. That
is rather rude if I may say. No matter, I am practically the scale of the
Statue of Liberty at this point, you can't help but gaze at areas in your
periphery. But if I catch you being naughty, well..."
Suddenly the cream-colored mountains on my sides shifted
towards me at an impossible speed, threatening to crush me between their might.
I threw up my arms in preparation for the inevitable, shutting my eyes in fear,
but my fingers merely grazed against her skin as the thighs came to a stop,
slowly opening back up to their previous position.
"I will be forced to make your training all that much
harder."
"Now, your task is simple in theory, yet in practice
all that much more difficult. You shall begin your training with a running
exercise, followed by a swimming workout, and then end in an endurance
challenge. If you can fully complete this gauntlet, you will have proved to me
that you are worthy of staying on the team."
I looked up between her legs, as her gaze darkened.
"But if you fail to oblige to the challenge, or succumb
to weakness during the gauntlet, a truly unfathomable outcome shall await
you."
GRRRRGGLLL!
There it was again, her stomach continued to act up, but at
this scale, the sound resonated like a groaning beast far above and beyond me.
“First, climb up my body just beneath my chin. You may
choose any route accessible to you. 30 minutes is the time allotted to you my
dear Sam. Begin.”
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Not wanting to waste a moment, I thought of my options. The
climb and subsequent walk across her body in her current lying down position
would most likely be about 5km at my scale. A decent distance walk on an
inclined unstable surface, but to get up to her abdomen in the first place
would be the most difficult part. Also, backtracking to her heel would take too
long. I slowly felt along her thigh with trepidation.
Could she even feel me at this size?
The skin was smooth and smelt subtly of lavender. But too
smooth, as attempting to find any kind of foothold or surface merely resulted
in my feet and hands slipping away. I once more stared into the dark crevice in
front of me. The same route to my destination AND a cloth wall that would undoubtedly
allow me to scale it with relative ease.
Don't be naughty.
I recalled the warnings of Mrs. Larson and steeled myself.
Kicking off my heels, I darted forward making a beeline for her panty covered
crotch. Closing in on my target, the illumination around me began to fade as
the curvy walls of Mrs. Larson's inner thighs slowly blocked out the sunlight.
The summer sun was the least of my concerns however, when I began to feel the
humidity and heat around me. The environment had changed. Being but an inch
tall had made insignificant perceptions all the more noticeable. A heady aroma
of slight sweat and musk filled the air. My head grew heavy with the new
scents, almost like I could physically taste the aroma around me. I tried to
shrug it off as I reached the crimson wall.
The bottom of Mrs. Larson's thong did very little to hide
her most private parts. The scent too had changed to more earthy notes as I approached
the thin strip of fabric that now separated me from her asshole. Occasionally
it seemed to take on a mind of its own, slowly chewing on the fabric and
releasing it in an offbeat pattern. I would need to time my climb correctly,
lest I get a hand or foot caught between the folds of her anus. I readied
myself, and swiftly grasped at the fabric the moment her brown starfish
released hold of the thong. The red mesh was surprisingly easy to climb, as I
darted past the hungry beast and made my way across her perineum. As I gazed
upwards, the sunken portion of fabric in front of me began to dampen. I
hesitated, but decided to climb around the opening where her vagina may be
beneath the thong. Although climbing around her labia would be slightly more
difficult, I just could not risk potentially being seen as naughty in the eyes
of Mrs. Larson. Climbing across her asshole was already a big enough ask. Still, as I tugged myself upwards along the
fabric, I could make sight of the rosy pink flesh that just barely peaked
through the semi translucent thong. Velvety folds glittered with a sheen of
sweat. At this scale, I could very clearly make out the subconscious actions of
her body, simple perspiration, at such a minute size.
Sensing my sudden stop in movement, Mrs. Larson shifted her
thighs briefly, bringing them together and surging me upwards in the process. I
was now pinned between her inner thighs, my head barely peeking out at the top
of the precipice.
"Did I not warn you Sam? Or were you simply beginning
to tire already? By the looks of your exasperated expression, it seems like the
ladder. But be warned, if I catch you even but one more time lingering from
either exhaustion or naughtiness, I shall keep to my word."
Slowly, Mrs. Larson eased up the pressure as I got to my
feet, now at the top of her mound and the crest of the thong. A wide expanse of
peachy flesh now lay before me. I gazed out beyond. Mrs. Larson, her face,
merely a blurry shroud in the distance, casually sipped on the monolithic
drink, a small book in the other hand. She was casually reading whilst I took
on one of the greatest physical tests of my life. I was so small in scale
compared to her imposing form. So much less on both strength, status, and
stature. But still, I could feel hope in me yet. Her slightly rounded belly lay
before me. I quickly caught my breath and began my jaunt across the expanse. I
was going to complete this trial, prove to Mrs. Larson that I was worthy of
being on the team, and ultimately prove to MYSELF that I could accomplish an
impossible task when the odds were set against me.
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SQUISH SQAUSH SQUISH SQUASH!
Each footfall felt like running across the surface of a
bouncy castle. It would have been fun if not for the circumstances set against
me. Traversing Mrs. Larson's belly was quite the task. Her peachy skin took on
a vibrant sheen, as sunlight reflected off the surface. The tanning oil she
used kept my pace at a cautious one, lest I fall and roll off the sides of her
abdomen.
"Mmmmhhhh, careful now and watch your step. You wouldn’t
want to fall and lose all of your progress."
I felt Mrs. Larson's words vibrate around me, as I stared up
once again at her visage.
Was she smiling?
I could just make out a coy expression across her face. I
gritted my teeth and shut out the distraction as I hurried forward faster,
boldened to prove my worth. My trial here wasn’t something to be amused by, I
swear when I am done here I-
A slope! I was falling downwards! But not off the side, as I
felt my feet come to a sudden halt. I must have fallen into her bellybutton. I
wiggled my feet beneath me in an attempt to quickly dislodge them. Bringing my
hands upwards, I began to hoist myself out when I heard another tremor resonate
from deep within Mrs. Larson's insides.
GRRRRRMMMMM sqsh...
"AHHHH!"
Was that a voice? I swear I heard someone screaming from
below the wall of flesh. I stared down at the pit beneath me as I slowly pulled
myself free from the tight confines of the belly button. The heat must be
getting to me. Shaking my head, I continued onwards.
I was making good progress at this point, despite my quick
fall. By my estimates I was nearing the space just beneath her left breast and
would soon come across the divide between them. Casually, I noticed Mrs. Larson
take another sip of her drink. I licked my lips as perspiration began to settle
on my brow. The glass she held dripped with condensation as the clear pink
liquid edged closer to Mrs. Larson's glossy lips.
So thirsty...
Her neck bobbed with each swallow, as gallons of rosy liquid
cascaded down her throat. To my surprise, I could hear the liquid squirt past me
beneath my feet, into her stomach below. At her size, the glass she held could
potentially hold as much liquid as the now monolithic pool I thought I would be
swimming in today. Her stomach could hold up to ten of those pools worth of
liquid. I tried not to think too much about this size disparity and how large
my coach’s stomach was as I continued forward.
"It's dawning on you now, isn’t it? Just how far you
have run across me?"
I continued to run, the monolithic hills of her breasts on
either side of me as I rushed through the divide. Her words continued to
resonate around me as I surged forward.
"You see Sam, a competition in sport is a demonstration
of power and status. Those who are victorious stand high above the rest, while
those who fail are beneath them. That would be until they too strive to climb.”
Scaling up her collarbone, exacerbated, I planted my hands
down upon her neck, breathing heavily.
"Well done, well done. Your first trial is complete.
Take a moment to steady your breathing Sam, for in just a moment you shall be
getting a bit wet. A welcome respite, I am sure, after the sun bore down on you
after such a run."
That was right, the next task would be swimming. I preferred
this much more than running though. After all, I was on the swim team for a
reason. In addition, Mrs. Larson wasn’t wrong, getting to have a dip in the
pool would surely cool me down.
Wait a moment...
At my size the pool was near lake sized.
How on earth would I be able to swim a lap?
Ruby red painted nails appeared above me, and with dexterous
precision grabbed the back of my swimsuit, hoisting me upwards at tremendous
speed. The world blurred around me as G forces threatened to throw me into unconsciousness.
As the world and my vision came to a stop, in front of me I could make out the
mountainous visage of Mrs. Larson's face.
Her features were framed by cascading raven hair. I could even make out
the thin lines that denoted just the subtle hint of aging, creasing across her
jaw and eyes. Then my eyes were immediately fastened to the source that
resonated with tremendous sound as Mrs. Larson began to speak.
"Are you prepared for your next task?"
Blood red lips parted with each and every word. Statues of
ivory teeth flickered with each syllable. And a pink behemoth, her tongue,
danced about with each consonant. I shivered, as her icy strawberry infused
breath washed over me.
Thats right, the swim. But where?
I glanced around and made the critical mistake of staring
down at this height. Yet, instead of Mrs. Larson's monolithic breasts, beneath
me, was a shimmering pool of tropical strawberry juice.
Wait, there?!
"Seems as though you have already summed things up Sam.
A bit unconventional, yes, but at your size I find the most unconventional
methods generally yield the best results. You will swim against a tumultuous
current that I create for you as I pour the juice. Pour it, that is..."
Her lips drew close to my body as she punctuated each word deliberately.
"Into. My. Mouth."
My eyes went wide as my breath hastened.
"And there it is, the fear of defeat. One opponent
versus another. That is the test Sam, that is the Sink Session’s goal. To instill
fear and yield results. I could sense your bravado earlier, but now, and like many
others, that visage has slowly melted away. Now, you will need to swim swiftly
for a period of-
Mrs. Larson briefly arched her neck as I noticed a small
bulge travelling up her throat. Her cheeks swelled briefly for a moment and
then.
Urp.
A quick dainty belch was stifled within Mrs. Larson's
maw. She casually began to roll her
tongue around within her mouth, seemingly interrupted by the quick burp. She
quickly placed down the glass to my gratitude and with her free hand, fished something
small and blue from her maw. Within her
crimson nails, Mrs. Larson inspected a small piece of azure cloth. I stared
down at my own bathing suit, blue, matching that of the cloth. Then it all dawned on me in an instant.
Jacklyn, like me, was not the best swimmer on the team, probably even worse.
Her absence, the scream from earlier, combined with these insane trials? My
mouth fell slack as I stared into the eyes of Mrs. Larson, no, a monster, a
predator, a coach to me no longer. Noticing my sudden change in expression,
Mrs. Larson smiled slightly and spoke.
"Well, it seems as though you have put two and two
together Sam. But know this, as long as you complete the trial, your fate will
not be like poor Jacklyn, who at the moment is probably far gone at this point.
Listen, we have a reputation to uphold. You either sink or swim. Now which will
you choose?”
Fuck this.
Without waiting for this demon to say another word, I
quickly clamped my jaws around her finger.
I wasn’t going to play along with her games anymore. Sure, I was small,
but thinking about the antidote and how to get bigger would come later. I would rather bet my odds on escape rather
than die to her stupid games.
Mrs. Larson's eyes
flickered with surprise as I tumbled free from her fingers, and fell, headed
straight for her cleavage. Bouncing between the meaty orbs I surged deeper,
using the slickness of the oil to find the divide between her breasts.
"Oh no, you naughty NAUGHTY little thing! Disobeying
your coach and forsaking your training was not on the agenda!"
Her words echoed around me. Mrs. Larson's confident demeanor
had changed to more sinister tones. Yet, I had no time to swell with fear, that
emotion was now thankfully replaced by adrenaline. Light poured in above me as her fingers, now
like bloody daggers, surged down into her cleavage an attempt to scoop me up,
more aggressively it seemed at this point. I managed to slip past the darting
fingers, as her digits got caught up in the fabric of her red suit. Now having no fear of slipping off her
abdomen, I skidded down her sides and bounced briefly off the poolside chair's
mesh. Scanning my surroundings, I made out a pool towel draped along the side
of the chair.
Mrs. Larson began to shift, a crimson mountain on the
horizon that blocked out the sun, covering me in dark shadow. Her torso loomed over me, as I stared back
briefly. The folded creases of her soft
belly moved above, hands on either side of me formed to clasp together. Not
waiting another moment, I jumped, thinking nothing of the consequences.
Whatever fate awaited me far below amongst the bundled towel would be far
better than the stewing depths of Mrs. Larson's digestive system. The fabric
skidded past my back, like the worst rug burn ever as my speed increased
dramatically. A sea of blue fabric encompassed me as I felt the bump of hard
ground surge up beneath, and then blackness as I felt my head hit the hard
surface.
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The taste of iron filled my mouth. My body felt like it was hit by a truck.
Woozy...
Shade. There was shade now though. No more sun bearing down
on me. I remember it was so hot, I was training, running, climbing, a nice cool
swim would be refreshing. The ground was
soft beneath, but my back burned. And my
head, I could already feel a large lump forming at the back of it. I fell, I remember now. It was so high up.
Fear.
I was running from something massive, a being intent on
consuming me under the illusion of my training. I took air into my lungs, my
throat scratchy and dry. A damp earthy smell permeated my senses. I slowly
opened my eyes, hoping, pleading that it was all just a bad dream.
Massive orbs of sun kissed white dominated the periphery of
my view, flanked by long tall columns folded into a crouch. Directly in front of my view, mere feet away,
the source of the scent lay directly above.
A crease, twice my height, lined by multiple coffee-colored folds, winked
above me.
"That there would be my shit hole."
Mrs. Larson was crouched directly overhead, one hand holding
aside her red thong swimsuit, the other holding her left butt cheek.
"It's where you will be exiting tomorrow morning after
I punish you for disobeying me and the sanctity of the Sink Session. There is a
reason why my methods are a closely guarded secret Sam. For those who fail, are
deemed unworthy and merely discarded. I enact this judgement, to create the
best athletes our college has ever seen. But a lack of obedience is a critical
error on your part. Since before you
attempted your merry little escape, there was a small chance you would
potentially survive. Now, however, I
have no more patience.”
SNAP!
Mrs. Larson let go of the red thong as the band slapped back
into place and the foreboding cheeks wobbled together once more, sealing off
her anus.
My exit...
Between those cheeks lay a doorway that would mark me
leaving the body of Mrs. Larson. I
wiggled my toes and felt my legs and feet surge with pain. No more running for me. I guess this was
it. Forceful fingers now dug into me,
all semblance of being gentle gone. Once
more my body surged upwards, but instead halted early as I was brought level
with Mrs. Larson's abdomen.
"I would be lying if I said I didn’t get some joy from
enacting these challenges for my athletes.
It's a win win after all. Either
I produce record breaking athletes who accomplish my trials and thus see me as
a god, or I get a delicious, tasty meal and dispose of students who are
worthless. Oh, and if you were at all curious, the endurance challenge is a
battle against none other than my gut."
Her hand swiftly pressed my aching body into her rounded
belly.
GRRRRMMMMM GRLRLR!
"But my gut has never lost."
Mrs. Larson let loose a sadistic laugh, bringing me upwards
to bear witness to her maw in the process.
Slick red walls vibrated with each laugh, the arches of her tonsils far
in the back of her mouth flexed with each exhalation. Her uvula danced up and down, guarding the
black depths from which the sound resonated.
"Goodbye Sam, let it be known I did have a small fragment
of hope for you in accomplishing the swimming challenge. I thought you could
have been a fine athlete. Either way,
Bon Appetite!"
I was swiftly slammed into her outstretched tongue, curling
back rapidly to lock me within her dreaded maw.
It appeared Mrs. Larson did not take my disobedience too kindly, as she was
intent on consuming me quickly and efficiently.
The teeth behind me clacked shut and her tongue curled beneath, rolling my
weary body up, drawing it closer to her esophagus. Stalactites of saliva dripped off the ribbed
ceiling of her mouth, a dollop of goop dripping down onto my head, nearly
suffocating me in the mire of her mucous.
Even at this scale, her spit could threaten to drown me.
Slowly, the back of her tongue loomed closer. Bumpy ridges marked the precipice between me
and the entrance to Mrs. Larson's digestive tract. I gazed below in morbid fascination as a
fleshy flap of skin wooshed open periodically as her mighty body took in air
with each breath. Her whole system, such
an imposing being. Every micro motion of
her body worked together in seamless unison, and yet at my scale, it all seemed
like the machinations of a dire machine bent on destroying me. The tongue then unfurled as I slowly began to
slip from its grasp closer and closer to that fetid hole.
"MMMMHHHMMMMHMMMMM."
The throat briefly arched as small puffs of air punctuated
Mrs. Larson's chuckle. She was going to
let me fall into her esophagus, knowing that I had no strength left within my
being to claw my way back out. Dejected, defeated, I tried to reach a shacky arm
to cling to the ridges on the back of her tongue in one last act of
defiance.
"HMMMMMM?"
I wouldn’t give up so easily, as my other hand grasped at
the bumps.
I am not falling down there...
I kicked back with my feet weakly at her pharynx in one last
act of rebelliousness. The hole
sputtered briefly as Mrs. Larson began to cough.
"MMM!"
Light briefly filled my chamber.
Hope? No.
That same crimson digit greeted my eyes as Mrs. Larson stuck
her finger into the back of her mouth.
With unbearable pressure, her finger pushed atop my head, causing me to
slip off my hand hold and slide downwards.
Fearing that I may be caught within her windpipe, the small flap of skin
swiftly closed. My feet then stopped at
the entrance to her esophagus. The
smooth corridor of pink flesh held closed for a brief moment and then.
GLLLLLLRRRKKKK!
It widened in an instant, gaping open to accept my form
entirely as I fell past my last bastion of hope. Then a sudden stop.
GLLRRKKK!
Another swallow as the esophagus began to knead my body
downwards in peristaltic motions.
TH THMP TH THMP TH THMP!
Mrs. Larson's interior sounds beat against my form in rhythmic
motions, proving yet again just how insignificant I was to the overall functions
of her body.
A few seconds passed as I heard another fainter, wetter,
swallow higher above. A deluge of
strawberry scented liquid rushed past me as I assumed Mrs. Larson took a quick
sip of juice to wash me down. This proved to hasten my descent, as I soon felt
my feet hit a muscular ring. With
crushing force, her cardiac sphincter spread across my body, ushering me into
the stomach. Another brief freefall and
then a surge of liquid rushed up to encompass me.
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GRUUURLLRLRG.
The symphony of Mrs. Larson's stomach greeted my ears as I
breached the surface of the strawberry juice lake.
I guess I got to swim after all.
Yet this pool was filled to the brim with noxious gas and
tingling liquid that threatened my very being.
Treading water with my last bits of energy, I tried to orient
myself. Peering about through squinted
eyes, I could faintly make out the details of Mrs. Larsons stomach, the chamber
that was now my world. Strong ribbed
lines, her stomach folds, stretched and molded to slowly breakdown and knead
anything nearby. Its surface oozed a
bubbly clear liquid, stomach acid I presumed. For now, I would tread in the
center of this pool, lest I get caught up in one of those ridges and break a
bone. High at the top, a pulsating knot
of muscle, the cardiac sphincter, periodically let in small surges of liquid.
She was still drinking...
I noticed small bits of strawberry pieces floating about in
the pool too, sizzling as they were broken down into unrecognizable bits. I
wondered how long my body would last. Strangely, my suit stayed mostly intact,
and even before, during Mrs. Larson’s belch, Jacklyn’s suit was ripped yet bore
no semblance of degeneration. Suddenly, the walls caved in on one side and the
sphincter above opened wide as my ears popped and air rushed past me.
PAT PAT PAT…BRAAAARP!
"Excuse me!"
The air around me became more concentrated, as I struggled
to catch my breath. If she continued to
burp like that and let out all my oxygen, I surely wouldn’t last long. My legs were also beginning to tire.
Sink...Surrender...Consumed...
Words of defeat and sorrow rang in my mind, taking on the
tone of Mrs. Larson’s words. I could just imagine her now, reclined, sipping
her drink, an idle hand resting upon her belly. A picturesque sight of beauty
for any onlooker, yet within that stomach was ME on the edge of defeat. I
gasped for air; my lungs now saturated with caustic gas. I slowed down my
breathing. If there was one thing I was good at with swimming, it was holding
my breath. I may not have been the fastest, but I could surely endure when it
really counted.
I felt a slight current beneath me, as I noticed some of the
fluid draining below past another sphincter.
The pyloric valve, the one that lead deeper into Mrs. Larson's depths. I
eyed the other sphincter high above me, out of reach by a long stretch. But
below, if I could just hold my breath long enough, maybe I would have a better
chance there. It was worth a shot, since staying in her stomach any longer
surely meant dissolving away into nothing but nutrients for my maniacal coach.
I exhaled deeply, calmed my beating heart, and took three quick breaths to fill
my lungs with the final bit of oxygen remaining in this heaving sack.
Plunging downwards, I closed my eyes, kicking as hard as I
could, pulling myself further into the depths of the strawberry juice
lake. Feeling around, my hands contacted
the opening and closing valve. My chest
was angrily telling me to breathe, to open my airways and take in fresh oxygen.
No, I must keep pushing.
With reckless abandon, I pulled myself into the contracting
sphincter. Then, pressure along my
abdomen.
I’m stuck.
The sphincter had closed around my midsection and refused to
open back up. My tiny form was being crushed on a microscopic scale by the
imposing goddess. The mere absent-minded functions of her body were now proving
to be my doom. I pulled desperately, attempting to get through to the other
side, and even struggled to double back. But ultimately, no luck. My head
started to grow foggy, my limbs began to tingle from lack of oxygen. I fell
limp as my body began to shut down. The last thing I remember, was darkness
before I faded into the abyss...
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A thousand hands clawed at my form, rushing rivers battered
my body, undulations on a tectonic scale pushed and pulled. A world of hazy
pink, the beating cacophony of a massive drum.
THMP THMP THMP THMP!
GRLM....
I opened my eyes, the ground beneath me was supple and
warm.
I lived...I endured...How?
My suit was torn in spots here and there but otherwise
unscathed. The collar also glowed a subtle blue. As I breathed in and out, the
glow faded and brightened in tandem with my breath. My extremities were bright
red, yet my vitals beneath the suit were unscathed by the harmful acids. Seems
like the suit wasn’t meant to harm me, but instead keep me alive. I wearily
chuckled to myself as the realization set in. I fell right into her trap, fear,
no Mrs. Larson, consumed me fully.
Would I still fail? Was she mad because I jumped off the
chair and nearly broke my neck? And also, why on earth did she taunt me with
her asshole?!
All these thoughts swirled in my head as I was interrupted
by another gurgle, yet these sounds differed from her stomach. The noises of
her large intestine, the tube that I now found myself in, took on a deeper more
bassy tone.
GRMMMM, WOOOSH!
From behind me, fetid air billowed past swirling my hair as
it traveled along the organic path lower.
Asshole... Thats right, my exit. HAH! She really meant it.
Was Mrs. Larson foreshadowing that I wouldn’t die ultimately within her gut?
FRRRPRPPP!
Deep below me, Mrs. Larsons body answered for me. It
appeared my time here was fleeting. Over
the course of the next couple hours, I trudged along the depths of Mrs.
Larson's large intestine. Gooey slime
held tight to the walls, slowly being absorbed into the large intestine as her
body extracted moisture from past meals. I periodically dodged any
unmentionable "objects" along my way and eventually found myself in
her colon. The walls here took on a deeper red tone. The air lingered with that
same earthy mixture I had smelt whilst on the other side of the pinched wall of
muscle that now lay before me. Suddenly, my world shifted, and I found myself
falling downwards towards that very hole. Mrs. Larson was walking.
"Finally awake I see; did you have a good rest? I
surely did. It’s the day after by the way, you spent the whole evening clamoring
about in my insides, training albeit, and presumably gripped by despair!"
Her words, although muffled, resounded high above. I
blushed, knowing that I fell right into her trap.
"You made things difficult for me Sam."
Mrs. Larson grunted as the ring in front of me opened
briefly to let out the trapped air within. A brief glimpse of light, before her
anus closed quickly shut.
FRAAARPP!
"I considered failing you right on the spot after your
reckless antics! But I know you have determination within you yet. I will offer
you one last, final trial. Simply put, make it to the surface without passing
out, and you get to stay on the team."
Make it to the surface? What did she mean by that?
BMP BMP BMP BMP!
Abruptly, my world began to shake. Mrs. Larson was running.
Then, inertia, as I floated briefly and then slammed face first into the supple
wall of her asshole flesh.
SPLLSHHH!
Water?
She must have dived into the pool. The walls of her colon
clenched hard around my body and swiftly, I was pushed outwards into the blue
light of the outer world. But instead of cool breathable air, I was bombarded
with a rushing deluge of cold chlorinated water.
FRP!
Shimmering pale white walls encased me on either side, and
behind me, a small stream of bubbles flowed from the opening and closing anus.
Mrs. Larson's asshole then sealed shut.
My exit.
My eyes lingered on that tight hole for a moment and then
the situation dawned upon me. The monolithic butt of Mrs. Larson pulled away,
and my body was thrown about in a rushing whirlpool of moving aquatic streams.
Slowly, the kraken like form of my coach rested at the body of the pool in a
squatting position. Staring at my tiny form, she pointed with one finger
upwards towards the surface.
Without hesitating, I kicked with all my might and pulled
once more upwards towards the light. I had come so far at this point; I wouldn’t
fail here. The surface had to be at least 100 meters at my scale. A minute’s
swim at my best, with breathing at that.
No, this was do or die, sink or swim!
I was making good progress, and was about halfway there, when
bubbles started to surge around me.
Staring downwards, I nearly gasped as I saw the gaping maw of Mrs.
Larson surging up beneath me. My heart
leaped in my chest as the jaws of the kraken yawned open to send me once more
into the belly of the beast. I could feel the cool water of the pool replaced
by the warmth radiating from Mrs. Larson's maw. Then I saw rows of teeth at my
side, slowly closing inwards to seal me within her mouth.
No, I would not let fear get the best of me now.
Thinking swiftly, I grabbed at the bottom row of Mrs.
Larsons lower incisors and pulled myself upwards, using the momentum of her own
movement to propel me up even faster. With
a firm grip, I lurched above the row of teeth as I heard a snap behind me, the
jaws sealing closed. I then kicked off
her clenched teeth and breached the surface.
Droplets of water splashed around my airborne form, propelled by the
upwards movement of Mrs. Larson kicking off the bottom of the pool. I soared
briefly through the air and landed not in the water, but in the palm of Mrs.
Larson’s hand. Gasping for breath, I couldn’t
help but smile at my victory.
"With the jaws of defeat looming just behind you, you
instead overcame impossible odds Sam."
Mrs. Larson grinned widely, showing off the teeth that
nearly caught me.
"Well done, you passed the Sink Trials and have earned
your place on the team. Although my methods are ’unconventional’ as you may
have noticed, my ways always work and produce the strongest athletes."
I had to agree, the Sink Trial really put my determination,
above all else, to the test.
Maybe that’s what I really needed all along.
Looking about, I turned my head towards the poolside as I
noticed Jacklyn and a couple of my other teammates lounging by the poolside
sipping cool refreshing drinks, all now fully sized.
"Now let’s get you resized and with a drink of your
own, you earned it. And don’t think your trials have ended just yet, now that
you know my secrets, the real team training begins.
Mrs. Larson smiled wolfishly as my mind began to race with
the possibilities of her “unique" training methods that lay in my near
future. But hey, at least I made the team.