# Bite-Sized 1: After-School Venting

By: TheDragonBoy

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“Ugh, finally!”

Rachel shut the door to her room behind her, perhaps a little too hard; then she let her backpack slide off her shoulders and guided it to the floor, with surprisingly gentle care. She walked over to her bed and flopped down on her back, letting out a long breath as the comfort of her soft mattress overtook the discomfort of her school’s annoying uniform.

It had been another long day spent mourning the many frustrations of her life. Even though she was in the youngest age group at her middle school, she still found most of the kids her age to be unbearably annoying. Not to mention the teachers never seemed to give her a break; holding her grades over her head like a sword dangling from a thread- as if reading Greek myths was a matter of life and death. At least she had managed to make it to her room without having to talk to her mom this time.

The joy of her bed beginning to wear off, she rolled over and sat up, letting her feet hang off the edge. The movement reminding her of her clothes, she reached resentfully for the buttons at her chest, undoing them roughly and tugging the abrasive fabric up over her head before casting her shirt onto the floor. Standing up, she undid her skirt in a similar manner, practically ripping it off- though she was careful enough not to actually tear it like the last one.

She felt the cool air welcome her bare skin in the sacred privacy of her room. With the lights left off and the window shades down, what little sunlight that trickled in left the room mostly in shadow, but the faint glow was all she needed. She glanced over herself, now covered only by a set of darkly colored panties and a bra, and watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed another sigh of relief.

Though perhaps relief wasn’t quite the right word. In truth what she actually felt was the anger, welling up inside. There in her room, it was like she finally had enough space to dare to think those thoughts that she usually had to bury deep; to feel her own feelings and say what she felt, even if she could only whisper.

A thought popped into her head, one which she had been forcing herself to ignore all day, but now she let it linger and take root. It was finally time.

Rachel turned and walked back over to the door. Quietly, she twisted the lock and then grabbed her backpack. She dragged it into the center of the room, taking care to keep it upright, then bent down and reached underneath her bed, quickly pulling out a short, thick candle and a pack of matches.

She sat down cross-legged in front of her bag, dropped the candle down next to it, and then struck up a match. It flared to life between her fingers. She quickly touched the flame to the candle’s wick until it caught, and then waved the match out and tossed it aside.

With the candlelight dancing over her, she opened the main zipper of her bag and reached inside. She began to take out textbook after textbook, moving quickly but forcing herself to be gentle- resisting the urge to throw them only to avoid making noise and drawing attention.

She paused for a moment as she removed the last one, finally laying eyes on her dark prize. In the silence of her room, she heard her stomach gurgle. She grinned wickedly for a moment, as she wondered if they could hear it too. Reaching into her bag with both hands, she pulled out from the very bottom a nondescript box. It was maybe a foot wide, half a foot long and a few inches tall, secured with a simple latch.

Knocking her bag away with her foot, Rachel placed the box on the floor and popped the latch. She opened the lid on its hinges and was greeted with a chorus of little gasps as she laid eyes on the over two dozen tiny people that stood inside. They cowered before her, huddled into groups or pressed against the walls, but all staring up at her with fixed eyes.

“First thing’s first,” she said authoritatively. “If any one of you makes a sound, I’ll close this box and start shaking it. I know it wasn’t a smooth ride on the way here, so just imagine that times- like- a thousand. If you guys try screaming for help and my mom shows up, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

She eyed them for a response. Sure enough, no one made a peep. Looking them over, their tiny faces showed a spectrum of emotions: some held back tears; some seemed so terrified that they probably weren’t even fully aware of what was happening; while others seemed more surprised or even confused, obviously not expecting to see a twelve-year-old girl greeting them in her underwear when their box was finally opened.

After looking down on them for a moment, she reached out her hand and picked up one of the tinies by his cheap, doll-sized shirt. Out of everyone, he seemed to be the most fearful; which also meant he was the most likely to scream once she showed them what she had planned. She was going to make sure that if he did, he would be somewhere no one else could hear him.

She locked her eyes on the cowering, tiny man, trembling between her fingers. She scowled at him, as if he were everything that she hated in the world, seeming almost to forget the rest of the tinies watching from below. She brought him closer to her face, until he could feel her breath as it blew from her nose.

Then, in one smooth motion, Rachel opened her mouth and shoved the man inside.

Another chorus of gasps and stifled squeals came from the box in front of her. She let it slide, after all they were actually much quieter than the last batch. Besides, she was far too focused on the morsel in her mouth.

She felt the man begin to squirm against her tongue, like they always did. She rolled him around gently, like a cat with a ball of yarn, letting her saliva wash over him. It wasn’t more than a couple seconds before she heard him start to whimper, and then quickly escalate to screaming. Being inside her head, she could hear him quite clearly, but he was loud enough that the other tinies could probably hear it too.

The shrill cries quickly started to get on her nerves, so she pressed him forcefully against the roof of her mouth. That shut him up. When she relaxed, he was still, laying limply with his arms and legs splayed across her tongue. But she could still feel the tiny vibrations of his heart, pounding like a hammer in his tiny chest. She shifted her tongue around a bit, seeing if he would react, but he hardly twitched. Maybe she had knocked him out? Either way, he seemed like he’d had all he could take.

She sucked the limp form to the back of her throat, and then gave a single, loud gulp, sending the tiny down her young neck with frightening ease. Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt the sizable lump travel along her esophagus, squeezing through her chest as she buried him inside, until he came to rest in her waiting stomach.

After reveling in the feeling for a moment, she opened her eyes again to the flickering candlelight and flicked her gaze back down at the box. Every tiny inside flinched as her eyes fell on them. She surveyed them for her next victim; they all looked pretty terrified now, so she picked one at random. Another man- out of the mostly male batch- was hoisted up by his clothes and brought over to her face.

“No… please, no…” he whimpered. She gave no reply, just stared at him for a moment before opening her mouth again and moving him toward it.

“No!!” he cried. She jerked him away and closed her mouth. When her eyes fell on him again, they were burning.

“What did I tell you about making noise?” she growled. Grabbing him by the belly with her other hand, she opened her mouth again, not quite as wide, and stuck him halfway inside. But this time she put him directly between her back teeth.

She pressed down- gently- though to him she wasn’t sure how gentle it seemed. He went still and deathly quiet between her molars. She let him lay there for a moment, just to make sure he got the message. Truth was that she really didn’t like chewing them, the texture was unpleasant to say the least, plus she rather enjoyed the knowledge that they were still alive inside her after she swallowed them whole- at least for a little while.

So after a moment she swept her tongue around and pulled the tiny into the center of her mouth, drawing him the rest of the way inside and sealing her lips behind him. She rolled him around a bit like the last one, feeling him trembling in fear, before his flavor began to run dry and she sent him squelching to the back of her throat and then down to join his new roommate.

She looked to the box again. Most of the tinies were panting so hard now that the sound was starting to become noticeable. Maybe just one more, she thought. She reached down and picked out another. The smallest of grins grew on her face as the little man immediately began to thrash about, trying his best to struggle free while at the same time not daring to make a sound.

Rachel wasted no time, opening her mouth immediately and tossing him inside. A small drop of saliva escaped her lips as she drooled over the fidgeting form atop her tongue. Every hand, foot, knee and elbow that he pressed into the warm, squishy muscle felt indescribably satisfying as he struggled in the moist darkness.

She let him soak there for a long while, hardly even moving her tongue, until she felt him begin to wind down. For a moment she considered spitting him out and putting him back in the box, there was no guarantee that she’d get another squirmer like this, but she was sure that would cause an uproar. No, it was best to swallow him like the rest and savor what she already had.

So that’s what she did. She drew his wriggling body back over her tongue along with a wave of saliva, and then gave a large, hungry gulp. She could feel him vaguely as he went down, wriggling in the grasps of her esophagus as he was carried along. Once he made it to her stomach, she could definitely feel him; he knocked around with the other two, seeming to wake them up a bit and sparking a frenzy of struggles. Her belly gurgled loudly as its contents moved around.

She smiled in earnest for a moment, before looking back down at the box again.

“Alright, that’s all for today,” she said. “I shouldn’t ‘ruin my appetite before dinner’ after all.” She rolled her eyes as she quoted her mom. “You all stay quiet and sleep tight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rachel leaned over and blew out the candle, then reached out and closed the lid of the box, snapping the latch shut. None of the tinies made a peep.

Originally Published: 16-Aug-2019