Chapter #4Reader's Choice by: Yote   "ERIC! NO! DON'T PUT ME IN HERE!!! THAT GRAPE ISN'T ME!!!" Tommy cried silently as he was poured into the bowl with the rest, the cold, tight flesh of the grapes pressing against his own.
He had been completely aware of his surroundings the entire time. He knew he was in trouble as soon as he saw his best friend begin to chow down on grapes. It would be so easy, just a small mistake, for him to pick him up and consume him.
It came as a horrifying shock to watch Eric pick another grape and set it aside with gentle care, talking to it as though it was him. That meant Eric thought he was...
"ERIC, NO! I'M NOT FOOD, I'M YOUR FRIEND!"
He suddenly saw a ray of hope as he noticed his best friend's hand now reaching back into the bowl. The happy feeling didn't last long however. The teen wasn't even looking as his hand scooped up three grapes. Tommy could only watch in horror as each grape was popped into his friend's mouth one after another. The terrifying sound of his chewing sent the teen into overdrive.
"ERIC ERIC ERIC! ERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICC!!!!!! I'M HERE ! I'M HERE! I'M IN THE BOWL!! ERIC ERIC!!" He tried with all his might to jump out of the bowl, but deep down he knew it was futile. There was nothing he could do.
After tilting his head back and emitting a loud wet gulp, the teen's hand had returned for more. Tommy's heart stopped as the fingers came down on top of him.
He screamed in utter horror as he was lifted back up to Eric's face. Eric paused, examining the grape. Tommy's heart leaped. Surely Eric had seen the red spot, the only indication that inside this tiny fruit he was really a human boy!
This one looks particularly juicy, Eric thinks happily, squeezing the grape a little between his thumb and forefinger. Unfortunately for Tommy, the red mark was on the opposite side to the one his friend was looking at. Tommy groaned mentally as Eric's fingers seemed to crush him like a vice. His thin skin strained, almost burst.
"ERIC, DON'T DO THIS!" he screamed as he was popped between the teen's lips.
Eric held the grape between his lips for a moment, mesmerised by a scene on his favourite tv show. Tommy could feel the hot, moist lips smothering his body, and sudden felt his mortal panic give way to a new sensation. Eric's long darted out between his teeth, sliding against his taut skin, sampling his flavour, and Tommy shuddered mentally with pleasure.
It seemed that the transformation had altered his awareness, as though every part of his human body was stretched across every part of the grape, so that it felt as though Eric was tonguing ever inch of his bod at once. Tommy's mind reeled, unable to believe that he was getting off on this even as he was about to die.
*Pop* In went the grape. The teen hummed with delight as he rolled it around the dark, wet cavern of his his mouth with his tongue, sucking it between his teeth from cheek to cheek. It felt perfectly ripe and deliciously sweet. He could barely keep himself from biting right into it.
"NGGGHH! AHH! ERIC! N-NO! THAT FEELS- AHHHH! YES!" Tommy moaned in ecstacy, as the thick muscles of Eric's tongue overwhelmed him, manipulated him. His juices roiled around inside his body, straining against his skin so much he thought he might burst. His mind was flooded with the incredible sensations, and for a moment he forgot all about his existence as a human. "AH! YES! ERIC! EAT ME! PLEASE! EAT ME! POP ME! MASH ME TO A PULP! I'M GOING TO BUUUURST!"
The teen gripped the grape between his huge white molars, their unyielding edges digging into the tiny fruit now coated in his saliva and the remnants of the chewed up grapes that had come before. Powerless, unable to do anything as his best friend prepared to crush and consume his entire existence, Tommy felt his excitement reach its peak, just as Eric's teeth sliced through his soft flesh.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
Eric found himself suddenly pressed into the cushions of the couch as the grape in his mouth expanded almost instantaneously into a fully-sized human boy.
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Two hours later, Eric had finally finished washing his mouth out. The two friends sat together awkwardly, unsure of who should talk first.
"I'm sorry for eating you," Erik said finally.
"....."
"Let's not talk about it," Erik muttered.
"Right." It was then that Tommy noticed the device again. He picked it up.
"Uh, you sure you want to be touching that after what happened?"
"Sure," Tommy said, a wicked smile crossed his lips. "My turn now, right?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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