Rachel raises the tiny boy to her mouth. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile. Michael is so small that Rachel could easily swallow him whole. The thought is strangely arousing to me, but the tiny boy is clearly afraid of that possibility. He squirms, trying to get as far away from Rachel's lush lips as possible.
"Who's the loudmouth now," teases Rachel. She sticks out her tongue and uses it to begin pulling Micheal's clothes off. Michael screams and tries to fight her off, his puny fists doing nothing. Rachel continues to torment him, licking his body here and there. I find the whole thing strangely arousing.
Just then, we hear someone yelling. Rachel quickly places Michael, now shirtless and pantless, into her pocket. Michael's father is standing in the doorway in a drunken stupor. We wait until the coast is clear, and Rachel says, "We better get out of here before he comes back."
Rachel hops on her bike with the tiny boy trapped in her pocket. I hesitate for a moment before following her. A short while later, we arrive at the local burger place. "What are we doing here?" I ask.
"I'm hungry," states Rachel. As if on queue, her stomach growls loudly. We get our food and make our way to a secluded booth. Rachel pulls out the tiny Micheal, still shirtless and pantless, from her pocket."I need a special ingredient on my burger." With a smirk, Rachel lifts up the bun and drops the tiny boy into her burger. He lands in a pool of ketchup.
"I'll make a deal with you, Michael," Rachel says with a mischievous grin. If you can last three minutes without getting caught by my teeth, I'll spare you. If not, you earn a one-way ticket to my belly." The tiny boy looks up at his captor with disbelief. As Rachel pulls out her phone to set a timer, Micheal tries to make a break for it. However, he is not quick enough and gets pinned in place by the bun.
I watch as Rachel raises the burger to her mouth, unsure if she is actually planning on going through with her threat. Part of me wonders if I should stop her. Rachel just stares at me defiantly as she calmly takes a bite of the burger, trapping the tiny boy between layers of pickle, ketchup, mustard, and bun. She chews, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.
After a minute and thirty seconds, Rachel manages to consume almost half of the burger. I don't know how she can eat so fast. Somehow, Michael has managed to stay out of Rachel's mouth. She takes a small sip of root beer before returning to the task at hand.
I watch as the timer continues to tick down. With just ten seconds to go, only one bite remains. I can see Michael's arms squirming as Rachel stuffs the piece into her mouth. In one gulp, she swallows it. I stare at Rachel with a combination of shock and arousal. "Did you really eat him?" I ask, wondering if it was a trick of the hand or she was hiding him under her tongue.
Rachel shows me her hands and opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show me Micheal is, in fact, gone. Placing her hand on her belly, Rachel lets out a big burp. "Dude! I could feel him squirming down my throat. I can still feel him moving around my belly," Rachel exclaims.
"How long do you think he will last in there?" I ask.
"Not long. I doubt he can survive my stomach acids for more than 30 minutes," Rachel states. "Either way, in a day or two, I will be crapping out whatever remains of Michael Jones." I am blown away by the matter of fact way she talks about digesting another human. It should concern me, but I find myself more aroused.
After I finish my food, Rachel...
1. Suggests we go to her place, where she decides to shrink me to a more fun size.
2. Talks about the next guy she wants to shrink and swallow alive.
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