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Rachel let the front door click behind her quietly as she entered the house, adjusting her backpack on her shoulders as she cautiously eyed her surroundings. No one else was in sight, so she started for the stairs. She managed to make it up a couple steps before she was stopped by a voice calling out to her.
“Hello?”
The girl groaned anxiously to herself.
“Yeah, mom, I’m home,” she called back, hoping that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.
“Oh, come here, sweetie.” The voice was tired and worn, devoid of levity.
Rachel reluctantly stepped back down the stairs and continued through the house to the kitchen. She walked in, presenting herself silently. Her mother had her eyes fixed on a large, bubbling pot, obviously preoccupied with cooking. Rachel waited there for several seconds, but when her mother continued to give no sign of recognition the girl started to turn, hoping she could just slip away.
“Is that all I get?” her mother asked, still not looking up.
“What?” Rachel replied.
“Well I just thought I’d like to see my daughter for once,” she said in a vaguely accusatory tone. “You’re always hiding out in your room, I feel like I only ever see you for ten minutes at a time when you’re scarfing down food.” Rachel grimaced and looked away.
“Well maybe if you actually looked at me for once you’d see me more often,” she muttered under her breath. Her mother’s face twitched and there was a rather loud clack as she put down her wooden stirring spoon.
“I’m trying to cook our dinner,” she snapped, though she was obviously making an effort to control herself. She took a calming breath. “Just… why don’t you tell me how school was,” she asked, turning back to her pot.
Is that one of the lines her therapist gave her? Rachel wondered.
“Shitty,” the girl replied.
“Watch your language!”
“What!? It was! The Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the whole class for like a minute just because I accidentally knocked over someone’s books and then apologized in English instead of Spanish!”
“Oh come on, it couldn’t have been that bad. And there’s no reason to use words like that around the house; English, Spanish or otherwise,” she scolded. Rachel huffed angrily.
“Fine. Can I go now?” she asked resentfully. Her mother, to her little credit, picked up on this.
“*sigh* You know I only tell you to behave because I care about you, right?” she asked, glancing at her daughter.
Rachel scowled and looked away. She didn’t answer.
“Fine. You want to be a drama queen, go ahead. Go lock yourself in your room again. Just get your chores and your homework done before 8:00.”
Rachel glared at her mother, whose eyes at this point were once again fixed on her pot, then turned and stormed back toward the stairs. A few moments later, the clear sound of a slamming door could be heard throughout the house.
Rachel tossed her bag angrily into a corner of her room and immediately crashed onto her bed. She laid there with closed eyes and clenched fists as the frustration washed over her.
Sure, she “cares” about me, but she won’t believe a word I say or actually do anything to help. If she really cared, she wouldn’t yell at me every time I talk to her! I bet if I disappeared, all she’d notice was that no one had taken the garbage out! She took a deep breath as the angry thoughts ran through her.
Finally, after a few minutes, her fury started to fade. But as her mind cleared her attention was caught, for the millionth time that day, by that nagging feeling between her legs.
“Ugh, my mom won’t leave me alone and neither will my own body!?” she muttered angrily. Standing up again, she undid her skirt and cast it aside, then let her panty-clad butt flop back onto her bed, so that she sat on the edge with her legs gently spread.
With a clearly nervous expression, she reached down and pressed softly against the wet spot on her underwear. A powerful sensation shot through her, causing her to take a sharp breath; uncomfortable in its intensity yet immensely satisfying, like scratching an itch in the best possible way. She let her breath out.
All of a sudden, her attention was quickly pulled to another of her body’s needs: her stomach growled. A small smirk grew on her face; that was one problem she knew how to solve, and one which would be much more entertaining.
She quickly undid the buttons of her shirt and cast it aside before getting down on all fours to rummage under her bed. A few seconds later, she emerged with a candle, a book of matches, and a familiar box. She could feel the tinies scrambling around inside as she placed the items accordingly, lit the candle, and then finally undid the latch.
*click*
Dave’s heart pounded in his ears as he saw the lid rise once again, revealing the familiar image of the young girl, gazing down at them with fiendish glee.
“Alright, you guys have an important job today,” she said, “You have to taste good enough to distract me from my vag.”
As if being terrified wasn’t enough, now she had to go and make things awkward too!? It was clear she didn’t seem embarrassed by the statement (not when she could painfully digest anyone who dared to speak), but the tinies didn’t need to be reminded that their kidnapper happened to be a pubescent girl who was way too young for them to be seeing her in her underwear, let alone talking about her privates.
“Let’s start with you,” she said, reaching down and picking one up. He had caught her eye by quickly bringing his hands down to cover his own crotch. A creep like this definitely deserves my stomach, she thought.
“You better be tasty,” she warned as she dangled the man in front of her face. He clawed desperately at the fingers which held his shirt, but to no avail. They didn’t release him until she had her mouth open nice and wide underneath, only then was he allowed to fall and land with a splat in the gaping, slimy abyss.
She began by sucking on him, drawing the flavor out of the terrified tiny from beyond the thin wrappings of his miniature clothes. Clothes that began to dissolve, just like they were supposed to, in the waves of saliva which began to flood over him.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, feeling his struggles, like tiny touches of pure pleasure against her tongue. She folded the slick muscle over his tasty body, reveling in the sensation as he pushed back against it.
Before long, her mouth began to fill up, so she sent the miniature man, along with a sizable pool of saliva, all the way to the back of her throat and then gave a large gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh as she felt the wriggling tiny creep his way down her neck toward her waiting stomach.
After another moment, she set her eyes back on the box. That’s when she noticed him again for the first time. Dave… she thought scornfully, as her smile morphed into a scowl. Though she had forgotten him for a moment, that particular tiny had been on her mind often that day, vexing her with his mere existence as she repeatedly scolded herself for having put him back.
Dave watched in fearful suspense as she continued to glare at him for a good, long moment. He remembered clearly her words from yesterday, when she had assured him that she was still planning to eat him. But did she really mean it? I mean, he had saved her life after all, could she really be that cruel?
“You guys really do hit the spot,” she teased, speaking as if she were addressing all of them, but looking directly at Dave. “I can’t wait until I get to send every last one of you down to my belly. I’m sure you guys are probably excited too, but if I eat too many of you at once then I’ll run out before I get the next box. I know it’s hard to wait your turn, but don’t worry, you’ll all end up in here eventually.” She patted her bare midriff.
She did mean it, Dave thought, his heart rate rising. He saw her hand begin to move in his direction, reaching out for her next victim- for him. He felt himself freeze up again as it approached him, but when it was only an inch away, it suddenly altered course, snatching up another tiny that had been cowering just to his right. He flinched as the massive fingers took hold of the other man, who immediately began to struggle. But the tiny was quickly whisked away, leaving Dave shaking on the spot.
She didn’t take me, he thought. Maybe she doesn’t want to eat me after all; maybe she just wants to fuck with me.
He watched her adjust her grip on the tiny she had taken; pinching his chest between her thumb and forefinger. Bringing the flailing man up to her face, she held him just an inch from her lips and let her slippery tongue slide out. She teased him with it for a few seconds, waving it around in front of him, under him, over his head, giggling at his reactions, until finally she laid it all out right before his eyes, giving him a good look before pushing him into it and giving him a long, saliva-soaked lick.
“Agh!!” the tiny yelled in disgust and started to sputter. Rachel quickly reached over with her other hand and smothered his drool-spattered face with her thumb, silencing him.
“You know the rules,” she said harshly. “No noise. Besides, my tongue’s not so bad. Here, take another look.” She stuck out her tongue again and pressed him forcefully into its squishy embrace, making sure that his face was completely enveloped by her glistening, pink taste buds.
Dave watched her hold the poor man there for what seemed like an eternity as he fought against the slimy muscle, long enough that his struggles began to fade into sporadic twitches. When he eventually grew mostly still, she finally pulled him away, strands of gleaming saliva following him as they clung to his body.
“See, it’s not so bad, right?” The man didn’t respond, he just dangled loosely between her fingers, panting and coughing weakly. Realizing she wasn’t going to get any more out of that one, she opened her mouth wide. But rather than toss him in, she instead stuck out her tongue one last time and lightly placed him on it. Just like she expected, he was too tired now to resist. So she let him lie there as she slowly drew her tongue back into her mouth, gradually bathing him in her humid darkness, before finally sealing her lips behind him.
She waited for a moment, curious if he would perk up a bit once she had him inside, but to her disappointment he stayed largely still. So since she had already gotten a good taste of his flavor, she simply sucked him sharply into the back of her throat and gave a nice, prompt swallow. A moment later her stomach gurgled as she felt her latest snack settle inside.
Ready for another round, she turned back to the box and once again looked directly at Dave. She watched him tense up again, like he always did. Slowly, she reached out toward him, taking her time to savor the moment. Because this time she actually did pick him up, hoisting his tiny form out of the box and bringing him over to dangle above her crossed legs.
“That last one was a little disappointing, don’t you think?” she asked.
He stared at her fixedly, but didn’t reply.
“Go on, you can talk, I’ll let you,” she encouraged.
“What are you going to do with me?” he asked nervously, rather than answer her question.
“I’m gonna eat you, duh. It’s your turn now, Dave,” she replied. His heart started pounding.
“C-come on Rachel, you’re not serious, are you?” he asked quietly.
She licked her lips and brought him closer.
“But- but I saved your life yesterday!” he reminded.
“And I gave you an extra day in the box,” she replied. “Now we’re even.”
“Even!? Your life is worth more than that and you know it!”
The sudden outburst surprised her almost as much as what he had chosen to say. She paused and grunted, annoyed by the truth in his words.
“Right, like I’m gonna let a snack tell me what my life is worth,” she retorted.
“Fine, show me then. Show me what you think your life is worth. If you eat me now, you’re basically just agreeing that all the years left in your life are only worth one day of mine.”
“Ugh, what are you a philosopher!? Why should I even listen to you?! You’re just trying to trick me into not eating you! It’s not like you really think my life is worth anything!” she spat angrily.
“You’re wrong. Damn it, Rachel! You’re a fucked-up kid- but you’re still a kid! You can grow up, you can change, you can do better! That was worth enough to me to try and help you even when you were about to kill me!”
“Shut up!!” she screamed. The cry rang out through the room. Rachel quickly put her free hand to her mouth as she realized what she had just done.
“Rachel!?” she heard her mother call out. She glanced anxiously at the door, not even locked. Then she turned back to Dave, still dangling in her grip. She glared at him, frustrated and out of time.
“Ugh!!” she tossed him rather roughly back into the box and slammed it shut, quickly blowing out the candle and shoving everything under her bed to hide it.
Dave, suddenly surrounded again by darkness, lay panting on his sore back, stuck in the moment for a long while, even as the voices of Rachel and her mother began to fill his ears. As surprised as he was to be alive, he was almost more surprised at what he had just said. He knew he should be furious at the crazy kid, that he should want her dead. But he didn’t; he had told her the truth. In that moment when he had warned her about the candle, he had already accepted that he was going to die, but he had still felt the urge to save her, even though she was about to swallow him alive.
Was it the right choice? Was he just crazy?
Well, he wasn’t a philosopher, so he really didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he was still alive, at least, for now anyway…