(chapter originally by: worstfailure)
Stan tried to scream but couldn't as his mouth was smeared away by Paris's fingers molding him under the table. She removed his clothes then squashed, stretched and shaped him for twenty seconds. By the time she was done, he looked like a tan, lumpy rectangle. Stan had no idea why she had molded him this way, but his answer came when she lifted him up in front of her red lips. She blew a bubble, popped it, then loudly smacked it between her teeth.
"This gum has lost its flavuh," Paris said. "Good thing I have an extra piece."
She wasn't going to do what Stan thought she was, was she? Not in front of witnesses! But, Stan realized, with so few people left in the courtroom, and with how his body had been shaped, from a distance he didn't look like a man being held in front of the public defender's mouth, but a stick of gum! Paris felt small vibrations coming from the reshaped man she was holding between two fingers and gave the slightest smirk, the only expression she'd made since Stan met her that hadn't indicated complete disinterest. Sticking out her tongue she showed Stan a look into his future in the form of the mangled white wad of gum. Plucking her old gum off the tip of her tongue, Paris casually stuck it under the table for some poor janitor to scrape off. Without further ado, the public defender opened wide and stuck the former police officer into her mouth.
Stan knew he couldn't possibly reform in time to escape the torment this woman was about to unleash on him, but by god he tried his best. Futilely, of course. No sooner had Paris deposited him on her tongue, than her tongue immediately moved him over to her molars, and from there--
CHOMP!
Paris's teeth came down again and again! In a matter of seconds, Paris's pearly whites had thoroughly pulverized Stan, turning him into a flesh-colored version of the very gum she stuck under the desk. Her breath was minty fresh from her last stick, but that didn't offer Stan any comfort as he was stretched and contorted by her merciless chompers. The woman's saliva soaked him and Stan's flavor became mixed with it and the aftertaste of the mint gum. Paris let out an appreciative "mm" as she sampled him. The noise was the worst thing Stan could've heard. If he tasted repulsive, then she would've spat him out, but apparently she was savoring his flavor.
Paris got up, grabbed her purse and started texting on her phone as she exited the courtroom. She loudly smacked her new tiny "gum" as she walked. Stan was in excruciating pain and it only got worse as Paris positioned him then blew a concentrated stream of minty fresh breath into his body, causing it to expand into a bubble, then make a satisfying pop as his body burst and his tormentor casually slurped him back into her waiting mouth for more chewing. Other woman paid her no mind, either not registering or not caring that the bubbles she blew were flesh-colored. Stan could only pray the lawyer found it in her heart to forgive him soon.
Stan had absolutely no way of knowing this, but internally the vengeful shortstack lawyer was marveling that a tiny so foulmouthed could taste so good. He was way better than any other gum she'd tried! What she had planned as simple revenge turned into a surprising treat for her!
So long as her former client kept tasting this amazing, Paris had absolutely no intention to stop chewing on him.
How long does Stan's flavor last?
1) Stan loses his flavor by the time Paris gets back to her office so she decides to use him some other way to keep her entertained while she works.
2) Stan still has his flavor even after she's work and by the time Paris is getting ready for bed. Paris decides to keep him as gum for tomorrow and tucks Stan's chewed form behind her ear while she sleeps. Maybe Stan can escape during the night?