The Gifts: Picked up and Gobbled down

Upton finished the book (it was the fifth in a series and it took five years for this one to come out). He was disappointed to find out that a sixth book was due out next year.

Next year. I might not even be here next year. Heck. I might not be here tomorrow! He looked at the clock. Five till seven. He decided to wait outside. At ten after, Donna’s car pulled into the parking lot. Aww, come on! The girl’s dorms aren’t even that far away. Punctuality had always been a big deal to him.

“Hey Uppers!”, Ronni yelled out the window. She was in the front passenger seat and Donna was driving. She leaned over to whisper to her, “I guess he’s braver than you thought!”

“Hi Veronica. Happy birthday.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say. It was like a force field of awkwardness radiated from him.

“Thanks Uppers, now get in the car”, she reached out the window and slapped the door, “We’ve got things to do!”

Upton got in next to Martha. He didn’t remember much of the ride. From the moment he sat down in the car to the moment they met the hostess was a blur. He knew that they were carded at the door and that Veronica was more than eager to show off her I.D.

“Hey everyone!”, Ronni yelled, “It’s mah birthday!” Scattered cheers started throughout the restaurant. Upton and Martha tried to hide behind Ronni to little success.

Ronni put her arm around Upton, “Come on Uppers Let’s get some birthday shots!”

Upton looked at Donna uncertainly. Donna shrugged in a ‘What can you do?’ sort of way and they all followed her. They chose a table semi-close to the bar, but not in the line of ‘bar traffic’. There was a decent crowd and sitting at the bar itself would’ve been impossible.

“Ooh fancy!”, Ronni said as she unrolled her silverware from the handkerchief and began drumming on the table.

Upton looked up in time to see a gorgeous strawberry-blond waitress approach.

“Hi! Welcome to Forbidden Dish, I’m Lindsay and I’ll be your server today”, Lindsay said, “I heard someone say it’s their birthday today.” She turned to Ronni, “So, how do you want to kick off the celebration?”

“I wanna get drunk!”, Ronni said, pumping her fist at the word drunk, “Let’s get some birthday shots! I mean it! I wanna be like ‘Why didn’t you call me?’” She began crying into her hand like she had a telephone, “Drunk. d-r-u-n-k.”

“We’d like a party sampler of shots please. A little bit of everything”, Donna cut in, “Please excuse my friend. It’s her first legal night drinking. We have to make sure to save room for, uh, other activities, right Ronni?” They both smiled at each other like they were sharing a secret.

“Oh yeah, how do we do that part? Do we order, or do we go nab ‘em? How does it work?”, Ronni barraged Lindsay with questions.

“Anybody in this bar wearing a red bracelet is potential prey”, Lindsay said, “You just go around and mingle. No nabbing - you have to ask. If they agree to go with you, you take them to the back over there,” she pointed to the booth room, “There are shrink booths and private rooms should you feel inclined”, Lindsay smiled, “Anything else?”

They all shook their heads, “If you need anything, I’ll be around. I’ve got other tables and little men of my own to tend to.” With that, she left them to enjoy the night and wait for their shots.

“We need two more men. At least!”, Ronni slapped the table, “I hear once you pop, you can’t stop!”, she added, “Sorry Uppers - you’re not gonna be enough man for all three of us.”

Upton hated when she called him that. He couldn’t figure out when it started, most likely at orientation.

Ronni stood on her chair, “Who wants to get in mah belleh?”, she yelled. There was a mixture of laughter, applause and angry stares from fellow diners.

“Careful on that chair. You don’t want to wipe out on dry land”, a male voice said from behind Ronni. She jumped down and looked at their first taker. He was well built man in his early twenties, wearing only a tank top, his lean muscular arms and the sides of his abs showing. His only other clothing were board shorts, sandals, a hemp necklace with sharks’ teeth on it. Most importantly, he wore a red bracelet. He had a tanned, golden appearance to fit his clothes (or lack thereof). Without asking, he pulled a chair up between Upton and Donna and sat down.

“We just ordered shots!”, Ronni said, “Wanna join us? Uppers here is buying.”

“Alright Uppers!”, the man said, slapping Upton on the back, “Way to go brah! I’ll chill with you, but no shots for me. I want to be totally sober when I take my last ride.”

Upton was of a different mind on the matter. He would rather be a bit sedated if and when that happened.

“Are those sharks’ teeth?”, Donna asked, fingering the necklace.

“Yeah, each from a different shark”, the guy said, “Until this restaurant opened, things like this were impossible. Hanging out with the sharks was the closest thing I had to chasing thrills. It’s the whole reason I took up surfing in the first place. Good thing I didn’t bite it, or it didn’t bite me - knowwhatimean? This will be totally rad!”

The girls laughed. Upton was annoyed. He wondered why he never took up surfing, and then realized he might never get the chance now. Surfing was one of the many things that might soon be beyond his reach.

When the shots arrived, everybody but Martha and the surfer downed at least two. They were expensive, but what was Upton really going to need the money for anyway. Upton had two four horsemen shots and decided he was dulled enough. He sat and contemplated his life choices. Martha sat quietly on the other end of the table while the surfer spent time joking back and forth between Donna and Ronni.

 “What about Martha?”, Ronni asked.

Before Martha could tell her she was fine, Ronni had already climbed on her chair again. She wobbled, and the surfer jumped up and steadied her.

“It’s like this”, he guided her with his hands firmly, but not roughly, on her sides, “Yeah, that’s it - lean in.”

“Hey everybody!”, Ronni yelled, “Who wants to feed my friend here?” She grabbed Martha’s arm and pulled her protesting friend from her chair. Martha pulled her hand away quickly and sat down crossing her arms. She was beet red and bent over. The surfer helped Ronni down while people cheered. After no volunteers showed up, conversation resumed.

The surfer moved to a chair between Martha and Ronni and was trying to get Martha to look up. Upton didn’t know if it was the horsemen kicking in or what, but he was starting to like him. He wished he could just talk to anybody like he did. It bothered him that he didn’t know his name, but they were already in that awkward part of the conversation where it felt rude to ask. It only reminds the person that you didn’t ask earlier; besides, he didn’t want to interrupt. The surfer was making progress with cheering Martha up.

As she finally warmed up and began to smile, they heard a scream at the door.

“What are you doing? Let us out!” A woman was yelling at the bouncer and trying to walk past him. They could see him calmly talking to her and holding her back.

“This is my boyfriend not a leftover prawn!” The yelling escalated. Donna and Ronni were laughing.

“She must be a bit drunk too”, Ronni said.

Upton noticed that Martha was watching the woman intently. He saw something in her eyes he’d never seen before and couldn’t place, but it scared him beyond description. Nobody else noticed. They had already started talking to each other and ignoring the “crazy lady”.

“I-um, I think I’m going to go get a drink of water”, Martha said starting to get up.

“Why bother?”, Donna asked, “We can just get the waitress to do that.”

“It’s ok”, Martha said, “I don’t mind.”

She got up and walked towards the bar.

While she was gone, conversation resumed. The place was pretty packed. Lindsay walked over and looked at Upton and the surfer.

“Ready for your papers?”, Lindsay asked.

When they gave her a questioning look, she said, “It’s just a formality. Something to document that you are here voluntarily. I’ll go get them for you.”

The papers made it all more real for Upton somehow. He noticed the surfer just leafed through them and signed without checking anything. He, on the other hand, began with the intent to read the entire thing, but sped his pace up after Donna began to protest. He saw something about ‘food considerations’ and something about ‘exceptions’. Or was that ‘no exceptions’? He was having a hard time concentrating with the girls joking. He looked up and saw her laughing at Ronni.

He pulled his phone out. This would be a good time to send a text to Kylie and see what she thought. Should he sign the papers? But as he began to text, he was interrupted.

“Ahem”, Donna cleared her throat, “I better hold on to that for you.” She held out her hand and motioned him to place it there. Upton sighed and handed it over to her.

Well, there’s no backing out now. He hoped Donna would be impressed and appreciate his devotion to her. He wanted to prove how serious he was about dating her and show her he wasn’t just some guy. If she didn’t recognize it, he was about to go on a one-way trip. The moment of truth was soon to arrive. Had he misplaced his trust in Donna? Or was Kylie right? He would know shortly.

Upton signed the papers and looked around to see if Lindsay was back to check them. He saw Martha sitting at a table with the woman who was yelling earlier and talking like they were old friends. “What the - ?”

Lindsay showed up and took the papers before he could say anything to anyone. Donna grabbed him and the surfer by the arm and started walking towards the booth room.

“Come on, let’s go”, Donna said impatiently, “Ronni, stay here and enjoy a few more shots. I’ll have a treat for you when I get back.”

“Woohoo!”, Ronni said, downing another shot.

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The line looked long, but any line to your doom is going to feel way shorter than it is. With each couple that was processed, Upton wondered (and hoped) when Donna would announce that she was just teasing him.

They were in front of the booth before they knew it.

“Who wants to go first?”, Donna asked.

“I’ve got this”, the surfer said, “But first,” he undid his necklace and gave it to Donna, “Give this to Martha for me will you? I think it will cheer her up.” He climbed into the booth and the operator shut the door.

“Now, are you sure you want to do this? After we shrink you, there is no backing out”, the operator said.

“I’ve been sure my whole life”, the surfer said.

“They all say that”, the operator responded, rolling her eyes and pushing the button. There was a blinding light and the surfer was about an inch and a half to two inches tall.

Donna bent down and scooped him up while he was still dazed, then shoved Upton, who seemed a bit reluctant, from behind. “Get to stepping”, she commanded him, “We’ve got a lot of partying to do.”

The glass door was closed over Upton. Holy shit! She really wants to shrink and eat me, he realized. It was a surreal moment for him and he was trying his best to reconcile his thoughts. He tried to concentrate on what he knew would be a pleasurable, intimate experience with Donna, but things were moving way too fast and it was hard to move his focus off the finality of it.

“Last chance to back out”, the operator told him. Upton swallowed.

“Um...,”, he said focusing on Donna and trying to look brave.

"Do it”, ordered Donna. The operator hit the button and next thing Upton saw was Donna’s giant hand lifting him quickly into the air. Even though he was going up, it felt like a rollercoaster drop. Before he could re-stabilize, Donna was already at the table with her hands behind her back. Upton nodded to the surfer. He nodded back. They were both understandably nervous. Upton’s heart was racing.

“Ta Dah!”, Donna said, whipping Upton suddenly from behind her back and showing him to Ronni in her flat palm, “Happy birthday from me and Upton.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have”, Ronni said as she plucked Upton from Donna’s hand, “Now how do I do this?”, she asked, staring at Upton with a studious look on her face. He looked a bit dizzy and off-balance from the quick movements by the women. He was sporting a tiny erection and his cock tilted up at her face as she held him closer, but he was covering his crotch with both hands in embarrassment. She gripped him more firmly, pinning his arms to his sides and peeled his hands away, bringing him up to her mouth. She noticed his erection. How cute!, she thought.

“But...I thought…“, Upton began to protest, but he was cut off. 

“It’s eeee-zeee”, Donna interjected loudly, “Just get your mouth really lubricated, put it in and swallow.”

Ronni smiled at Upton, “Hear that Uppers? You’re going down!” She licked her lips and slid Upton into her mouth face-first, heedless of his protests, his back landing on and being pulled in by her moist tongue and his legs dangling out over her bottom lip. It was hot, wet, and smelled of alcohol in her mouth, though the feel of her tongue on his flesh was a strange sensation.

Desperately Upton struggled, but the thick wet tongue was bigger than him and forced him against her hard palette. He was soaked through and through as he felt around for something to hold on to. His vision was cut off as her lips descended over his legs and he felt the tip of her tongue rise up under his taint and his nutsack. She was tasting him. As he realized this, her tongue pulled the rest of him in.

“Ronni! NO!”, he yelled, but she was humming a happy tune that drowned out any sound he made. His ears, his nose, his skin, and now even his mouth was assaulted by alcohol thick saliva. It burned his eyes and made him cough. He realized early on that yelling would do more harm than good. As he tried to wipe away saliva, he felt himself sliding forward and down on the slick surface. When he offered resistance the tongue pushed him harder against the hard palette and he started sliding faster and his legs were suddenly above him, touching the roof of her mouth, as his upper body slipped into a cavity below him. His arms were forced awkwardly to his sides as he was grabbed by her esophagus. He could feel himself being pulled down, then suddenly squeezed extremely tight and he found his genitals get stuck on something, but he thrust his limbs out in spread-eagle fashion and succeeded in stopping the downward momentum.

The next instant, he was pushed back upwards in a cough. He felt a pop and his genitals began to flop around uselessly. Pain shot through him. Reflexively, he moved one of his hands to his privates as protection and to feel to make sure they were still intact, but without the one limb, he began to slowly slide down her throat once more. There was a loud rumble as she talked with him in her mouth, but he couldn’t understand any of it. It was like a jet engine coming to life right in front of him.

Before Upton could recompose himself or check his package, he was flooded with liquid. Ronni had downed another shot to help lubricate him. Surrounded by burning alcohol and holding his crotch, Upton shot down Ronni’s esophagus. If, at any other moment in time you would’ve suggested an alcoholic waterslide to Upton, he would see it as nothing but a good thing, but today, right here and now, it was the most frightening thing he’d ever experienced. Of course he was young. He had a few minutes left that would make this a pleasant memory.

Upton went from falling in a tightly confined space to freefalling into a mixture of liquids he couldn’t begin to describe. Ronni hadn’t eaten anything besides Upton that day, but she’d been drinking steadily since they’d arrived at the restaurant. The mixture of alcohol and stomach acids was very unpleasant. It burned immediately and when he tried to swim, he only managed to spin in circles. His eyes were burning, as they were open wide when he had landed in the muck and the liquids had splattered directly into them. Even his cock was sore from the trip down Ronni’s throat. Things were mercifully fading. After a minute, he no longer felt the burning, but he was sure it was still there. I should’ve just went to class. It was his last coherent thought. His consciousness had begun to fade and he passed out a minute later.

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It was funny watching Ronni swallow Upton. Donna was sure he didn’t feel that way about it, but that was just too bad. He was hers to give away and she wanted the other one. After all, he had meant nothing to her. She saw the small bulge still in Ronni’s throat as she coughed and brought her hand to her mouth.

“I’ve never swallowed anything this big before. I think he got stuck.” She downed a shot.

”All better”, she said patting her chest, “Mmmm, he tasted kind of earthy, but good. Wow, I can feel him going down. Good thing he asked for this”, she looked down and rubbed her belly, “See ya around Uppers”, she said, laughing. 

The surfer watched her with awe. Donna could feel his arousal in her hand.

“Your turn”, Donna said bringing him to her mouth.

“Wait!”, he yelled.

“What?”, Donna looked impatient.

“I just realized I never introduced myself. My name’s…“

“Don’t care”, Donna said popping him into her mouth. It won’t matter soon anyway, she thought. She could feel him struggle as he slowly slid down her throat. Donna had been a man-eater since before she’d even heard of Forbidden Dish. She just got to be a bit more literal now.

“Well, that was-“, she started, but she felt a flutter from under her left breast. Is that him? I think I feel him fighting! The feeling sent a warm tingle down her abdomen and to her nethers. “I can still feel him!” she said.

“Really?”, Ronni asked, “I think Uppers already gave up on me.” She ran her hand over her belly, “Lucky.”

Donna had an idea. It being a Thursday night, there were sure to be lots of people upstairs on the dance floor and she was one to hunt for prey rather than have it brought to her. “Hey Ronni, how about joining me on the dance floor? We can cut it up and see if we can reel in some fishes.”

Ronni thought about it for a minute, but told her to go on without her. “I don’t think I could dance right now. Besides, someone should wait here for Martha.”

Donna reconsidered going, but Ronni told her, “go ahead, I’ll be ok.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Go, have fun. Find some more boys for us to eat”, Ronni insisted.

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