This choice: Scott reaches the frat house • Go Back...Chapter #5Giant jock's tasty treat. by: Speck   Scott reached the frathouse where he lived. He grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat, complete with its tiny slumbering stowaway professor, and headed into the house. Scott walked into the living room, plopped his backpack on the floor and fell back onto one of the couches. The room was grungy but big. It contained 3 large ratty couches, a beer soaked coffee table, several chairs, and a giant screen television. Twenty guys lived at the frathouse and all were scholarship athletes of some sort. Most, like Scott were on the football team, and everyone was stoked. They were one win away from the football conference championship. The big game was this Saturday, and filthy rich school boosters had worked themselves into a frenzy giving many players wads of cash, and promised many of the guys new cars if they won the game on Saturday. This was extremely illegal by NCAA standards, but no one cared. Even the coach got in on the free booster money cash action. And his contract guaranteed him and extra $50 grand for winning the conference championship, and an unthinkable extra $200 thousand for reaching a BSC bowl game.
Eric was exhausted, dead to the world, and even as the backpack hit the floor, he didn't wake up. The insect sized man slept contentedly wrapped snugly inside the wrapper of a tootsie roll. He had know idea he was about to be in extreme danger.
Scott relaxed on the couch and watched ESPN's Sportscenter. He suddenly remembered the tootsie rolls he had stashed in the side pocket of his backpack and decided to have a little snack. His gigantic fingers reached into the small side pocket and grabbed what he thought were 3 tootsie rolls. Of course, one was tiny little Professor Eric in one of the wrappers.
Eric was awakened abruptly by Scott's colossal fingers reaching for him and two other tootsie rolls. "Oh my God, what's going on?" Eric screamed to himself. He realized he had been grabbed and was now in the hand of mega-giant jock Scott.
Scott unwrapped one of the real tootsie rolls with his fingers, while holding the other two supposed tootsie rolls in his hand. Eric was trapped by Scott's huge massive hand, but could see Scott's huge beefy fingers unwrap one of the tootsie rolls. And then it was headed for the giant jocks enormous open mouth. And Eric was front row center for the terrifying event. Scott's open mouth and sharp white teeth were horrific to the minuscule Eric. Scott chewed the little treat and decided he was ready for another.
"Oh my God, he's going to eat me next," Eric screamed quite terrified. But Scott could not hear the tiny squeaky screams of Eric. "Please, oh Please don't eat me," Eric's insignificant screams were drowned out by Sportscenter. It's doubtful Scott would have even heard Eric in a completely quiet room, much less a room with loud talking thundering macho jocks with the television turned up full blast.
Just as Eric was about to be unwrapped and casually eaten by the godlike titanic macho jock quarterback,   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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