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by Tisch Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #2260695
A year has passed and Jack is off to college. How well will he adapt?
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Chapter #5

Good Soup

    by: Tisch Author IconMail Icon
The girl who was sitting in the chair Jack was on was sitting far enough back on the chair that Jack could jump onto her arm without much worry. The girl was wearing a black jacket, but there was a section of the jacket on her right arm, Jack noticed, that looked particularly easy to grab on to. He looked at the back of the girl's head, then to the girl on the other side of the table, and committed to jumping onto the girl's jacket. With a leap of faith, Jack flew through the air and descended quickly. With a bounce, he hit the girl's forearm the rolled down, where he reached the exposed material and grabbed on for dear life. Jack laughed. He was successful. He made it to where he wanted to be and looking down, Jack noticed a small hole in the girl's jeans that could have very well accepted him if he failed and fell. But he didn't have to worry about that now. It was on to the table to get either of the pair's attention.

From his vantage point, Jack looked around for a potential spot for him to get the attention of either of the girls. He saw an easily traversable mound on the table that looked as if it could accomplish his goal. Now with a destination set, Jack worked his way down the girl's arm to get to the table. Jack just about made it when he noticed the sleeve of the girl he was on pull back, exposing her dark skin. He looked to his left and noticed that her right arm, the arm Jack was on, was moving across her body and away from Jack's landing spot. He began sprinting down the girl's arm to try and make a jump to the table, but he was no longer close enough to the place he wanted to land, and when Jack jumped, the closest safe place to land was the girl's meal: a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Now just looking to avoiding serious injury, Jack did what he could to ensure his landing inside the bowl. And just like his ambitious jump onto the sleeve of the girl, Jack succeeded. He landed with a splash, descending to the bottom of the bowl and touching the glossy ceramic material, then swam up to the surface to breathe.

Jack broke the plane of the water's surface with a deep breath. He found the temperature of the meal quite comfortable, it having cooled down enough that it wouldn't burn him, but warm enough to feel like a nice bath. But Jack made one critical error. He was worrying far too much about the temperature of the soup and his landing than the incoming spoon, looking for another good amount of meal to bring to the feeding giant. Jack only realized his mistake as he was soaring through the air as he had two previous times, but this time on the a path to consumption. He froze as he got closer to his fate, the fair complexion and attractive looks of the black girl subduing, for the time being, Jack's unpleasant destiny. The girl opened her mouth and breathed out, the scent of her meal becoming Jack's only means for respiration. Before being inserted into the overwhelmingly large mouth, Jack looked to either side of his carriage for a possible bail. But there was none that didn't result in his death. There was only one way to go, and that was inside.

*GULP*

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In his last conscious moments, Jack recorded the odd sensation of being constricted down the esophagus of an unaware student's throat, her body readily welcoming a new source of nutrients. In darkness, Jack landed with a splash into the awaiting stomach, the environment quickly becoming an intense humidity, the liquid Jack was now swimming in giving him a moderately tingling sensation. More food came from above, covering Jack in the slop, and not long after, Jack slowly began to sink into the pool of stomach juices and soup.

On the outside, the girl, who her friend coined Marissa, laughed to herself as she patted her stomach and made a reference to social media, uttering the words "good soup", to her friend's enjoyment. While her body could relate to these happy sentiments, Jack could not. He withered away and became part of Marissa's indigestibles, soon being expelled by Marissa...

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