Stuck in Hell
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Unfortunately for Ben, the Omnitrix’s usual ten-minute timer didn’t seem to be functioning correctly…again. He was still Ripjaws, and that meant he’d still remain in the glass of Gwen’s foot sweat. He turned green at the thought- well, greener. It was horrifyingly disgusting being submerged in a tub of the sweat of his cousin, every breath Ben took in his alien form stung, like trying to drink salt water. But unlike with salt water, it was an absolute necessity for survival; and it seemed Ripjaws couldn’t hold his breath for long anyway, forcing Ben to take even more breaths from the saturated liquid essence of his titanic cousin. To further worsen the matter, Ripjaws seemed to have a heightened sense of taste; because each little breath also slipped some of the sweat into his fish mouth, where he had to either choose to swallow it or open his mouth and just let a lot more in. He smartly chose to swallow, but his taste buds and burning throat hated him for it.
The entire time Gwen sat with her face looming over the glass, her hands cupped around her chin as she eagerly watched her payback unfold. It was as delightful as she had ever dreamed. Her cousin looked like a tad pole swimming in a pool of her foot sweat; it didn’t get much better than that. Every few seconds she could see him writhing in irritable torture at the taste of it. Gwen grinned, “Don’t like it do ya Dweeb? Now you know how I feel!”
Ripjaws Ben raised his fish head out of the water to plead for some salvation. “Please Gwen! I’m sorry; I promise I’ll never pull a prank again!”
Ben didn’t mean it of course, he’d go all out for his revenge, and Gwen knew this, “I know you will Ben, when I’m done with you. But I’m not done, so just deal with it!” She paused for a moment to see Ben swim in her sweat again, “…But I’m feeling a bit nice, and honestly, a little bored just watching you. I’ll give you something other than sweat you can choke down.” Her cousin looked up, hopeful for a water bottle or something; instead he saw Gwen’s open mouth near the opening of the glass.
“Wait Gwen, what’re you-?!”
His eyes answered for him, a huge drop of saliva and spit slid from out of Gwen’s mouth, dangling ever closer to the sweat pool. It wasn’t long before the weight of the drop became too much and it simply broke all contact with Gwen and landed into Ben’s little pool. Sweat and saliva mixed together to form an even more potent liquid the young man despised. He was literally gagging with each breath he took, soon writing on the bottom of the glass in agony.
Gwen just smiled even more, “I think that makes up three of the thousands of spit balls you’ve shot at me.”
“I-I’m sorry Gwen!” Ben choked from underwater. The sound never escaped the pool.
Moments later both Ben and Gwen heard a familiar sound, a beeping that sounded like a computer was powering down. The Omnitrix was finally timing out. Thank God! Ben thought happily; in a flash of blinding red light fish became boy yet again. Holding his breath, Ben swam to the surface of the pool, eager for that breath of fresh air. It wasn’t fresh though, the sweat actually had its own odor it was so bad. But it was still better than breathing with it.
“Okay Gwen! I’m human again. Can you get me out of here?”
The big cousin shook her head, “Not yet.”
“What?! Why?”
Gwen held up three fingers, “Three reasons. One: You still haven’t been punished enough. Two: You tried to transform against me. And Three: I’m having too much fun.”
Ben gestured to the murky mixture of saliva and sweat both covering and surrounding him. “What part of this is fun?!”
“All of it.” His cousin laughed.
“Just you wait til Grandad-“
“Gets back from fishing? Could be a while.” Gwen sneered further.
Ben fell silent.
Gwen was ecstatic to see that, “Good! You’re starting to learn I’m in charge. Maybe I’ll let you out after all-“ Ben looked beyond happy, “-After an inch of that sweat gets swallowed.” The look vanished before she even finished.
The young man grumbled, “Fine, I’ll do it Gwen.”
“Call me Goddess Gwen.”
She was really pushing it. “Fine, Goddess Gwen.”
“Very good, now get to swallowing slave.” Gwen rested her feet back on the table as she watched her cousin carry out her orders.”
Swallowing Gwen’s sweat pool was no worse than having to breathe it, things just got tough after the first few forced gulps. Ben’s throat had begun to burn, his taste buds unable to erase the foul taste, and his gut bloated with Gwen’s foot sweat. He continued to force himself to gulp it down, despite how useless the act was. At best he had removed a tenth of an inch of the liquid in half an hour, and he was at his limit. It was a good thing Gwen got impatient, “God you’re useless.” She reached in and pulled her cousin free, even bringing him to the nearby faucet to wash him off. Compared to the sweat pool it was heavenly, even if it threatened drowning.
When done Gwen held her cousin in her fist again, “And that’s just the start Ben. Wait til you see what else I got planned.”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Someone was knocking on the Rustbucket’s door, Gwen quickly turned around towards it. “Who is it?”
“Who do you think it is?” A familiar voice responded.
Gwen smiled, “Okay, come on in…
The entire time Gwen sat with her face looming over the glass, her hands cupped around her chin as she eagerly watched her payback unfold. It was as delightful as she had ever dreamed. Her cousin looked like a tad pole swimming in a pool of her foot sweat; it didn’t get much better than that. Every few seconds she could see him writhing in irritable torture at the taste of it. Gwen grinned, “Don’t like it do ya Dweeb? Now you know how I feel!”
Ripjaws Ben raised his fish head out of the water to plead for some salvation. “Please Gwen! I’m sorry; I promise I’ll never pull a prank again!”
Ben didn’t mean it of course, he’d go all out for his revenge, and Gwen knew this, “I know you will Ben, when I’m done with you. But I’m not done, so just deal with it!” She paused for a moment to see Ben swim in her sweat again, “…But I’m feeling a bit nice, and honestly, a little bored just watching you. I’ll give you something other than sweat you can choke down.” Her cousin looked up, hopeful for a water bottle or something; instead he saw Gwen’s open mouth near the opening of the glass.
“Wait Gwen, what’re you-?!”
His eyes answered for him, a huge drop of saliva and spit slid from out of Gwen’s mouth, dangling ever closer to the sweat pool. It wasn’t long before the weight of the drop became too much and it simply broke all contact with Gwen and landed into Ben’s little pool. Sweat and saliva mixed together to form an even more potent liquid the young man despised. He was literally gagging with each breath he took, soon writing on the bottom of the glass in agony.
Gwen just smiled even more, “I think that makes up three of the thousands of spit balls you’ve shot at me.”
“I-I’m sorry Gwen!” Ben choked from underwater. The sound never escaped the pool.
Moments later both Ben and Gwen heard a familiar sound, a beeping that sounded like a computer was powering down. The Omnitrix was finally timing out. Thank God! Ben thought happily; in a flash of blinding red light fish became boy yet again. Holding his breath, Ben swam to the surface of the pool, eager for that breath of fresh air. It wasn’t fresh though, the sweat actually had its own odor it was so bad. But it was still better than breathing with it.
“Okay Gwen! I’m human again. Can you get me out of here?”
The big cousin shook her head, “Not yet.”
“What?! Why?”
Gwen held up three fingers, “Three reasons. One: You still haven’t been punished enough. Two: You tried to transform against me. And Three: I’m having too much fun.”
Ben gestured to the murky mixture of saliva and sweat both covering and surrounding him. “What part of this is fun?!”
“All of it.” His cousin laughed.
“Just you wait til Grandad-“
“Gets back from fishing? Could be a while.” Gwen sneered further.
Ben fell silent.
Gwen was ecstatic to see that, “Good! You’re starting to learn I’m in charge. Maybe I’ll let you out after all-“ Ben looked beyond happy, “-After an inch of that sweat gets swallowed.” The look vanished before she even finished.
The young man grumbled, “Fine, I’ll do it Gwen.”
“Call me Goddess Gwen.”
She was really pushing it. “Fine, Goddess Gwen.”
“Very good, now get to swallowing slave.” Gwen rested her feet back on the table as she watched her cousin carry out her orders.”
Swallowing Gwen’s sweat pool was no worse than having to breathe it, things just got tough after the first few forced gulps. Ben’s throat had begun to burn, his taste buds unable to erase the foul taste, and his gut bloated with Gwen’s foot sweat. He continued to force himself to gulp it down, despite how useless the act was. At best he had removed a tenth of an inch of the liquid in half an hour, and he was at his limit. It was a good thing Gwen got impatient, “God you’re useless.” She reached in and pulled her cousin free, even bringing him to the nearby faucet to wash him off. Compared to the sweat pool it was heavenly, even if it threatened drowning.
When done Gwen held her cousin in her fist again, “And that’s just the start Ben. Wait til you see what else I got planned.”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Someone was knocking on the Rustbucket’s door, Gwen quickly turned around towards it. “Who is it?”
“Who do you think it is?” A familiar voice responded.
Gwen smiled, “Okay, come on in…
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March 13, 2025
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