Christine, the mean goth
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
jerectamalic
You find yourself dropped unceremoniously onto one specific desk at the back of class. Looking up you see the boots of none other than, Christine. She's a Goth, and practically as stereotypical as you can get. Her clothes are all black, with bits of purple here or there. She wears black fishnet stockings, a short black skirk, a dark low cut tank top that shows off her massive cleavage and her paste white midriff, a black jacket, and a pair of fingerless gloves. Her hair, nails, and eyeliner are all black, contrasting with her pale skin. The surprising thing is that she wears a strangely pleasant perfume now that you're close enough to smell it and she only has one set of piercings, which are the more typical ear piercings. The only thing bright about her is the pink bubble gum she's chewing.
Still, you quiver in fear and back away as if your life depended on it, because Christine has a reputation. She is considered one of the meanest students in school, though that could just be a rumor started by the football team. The stories are varied and each more terrifying than the last, at least to you at your size. There's even a rumor that she's legitimately a vampire and is responsible for the disappearance of several unnamed students. Though that one is more likely to scare the younger kids at the school. No, what scares you most is that Christine is a senior and that if she decides to take you home, you may never see your family again. Now that Tulip seems to be going straight you may even miss her too.
You feel the tips of Christine's fingers as she plucks you from the desk, placing you in the palm of her hand and lifting you to her face so she can examine you. You quiver under the piercing gaze of her ice blue eyes that show no remorse, no compassion, and no emotion other than boredom. Miss Lawson doesn't pay attention as she continues her lecture and the only one looking at you besides Christine is the person who plopped you on her desk, who seems to only just now have realized what she did and is completely regretting it.
Christine finishes looking you over and before you can make a sound she shoves you into her massive cleavage, squishing you between her vast breasts. You hear her sigh gloomily, and she looks to the girl who basically handed you to her. "Hey, thanks." She says in her feminine but raspy voice. The day passes by and eventually school ends. You hear the slam of a car door and light bathes you as Christine pulls you out of her cleavage. Clearly you are in her car and she's resumed examining you. "So, you're the tiny kid I've been hearing about." She says in her feminine rasp. "You really are as small as they say." She comments as she chews her gum. "Of course, I've heard other things about you too..." Her raspy voice seemingly starting to perk up with emotions. Her black lips part as she opens wide and she tosses you into the only non monochrome portion of her you've seen so far. With expert skill she moves you around her mouth keeping you away from her bubblegum for a while before she decides to plunge you in it. She balls it up around you before flattening it and blowing a bubble. It's a strange, somewhat amazing moment. You find yourself standing inside a bubble of gum, inflated by the air exhaled by the mouth behind you. Instead of letting it pop, she seals the back shut and pulls the bubble into her mouth, popping it with her teeth and starting the process over again while she travels home, all while being surprisingly careful not to chew on you.
When next you see daylight it is in what must be her room. She's blown a bubble, which separates you from the gum, only this time she leans back causing you to fall into her mouth. You see the gum come back inside as a wad and then her fingers reach in and grasp you. She pulls you out into a darkened room, with a few lights here or there so she can see. It must be her bedroom, especially considering the decor and the bed she's sitting on. She sets you down, placing you next to her as she removes her boots. "If you try to get away, one of these is going to be your new home." She threatens, causing you to freeze in place. She plucks you up when she's finished. "Good boy." She says, stroking you with a finger. "I'm sure you've heard of me, but I'll introduce myself anyway, I'm Christine."
Still, you quiver in fear and back away as if your life depended on it, because Christine has a reputation. She is considered one of the meanest students in school, though that could just be a rumor started by the football team. The stories are varied and each more terrifying than the last, at least to you at your size. There's even a rumor that she's legitimately a vampire and is responsible for the disappearance of several unnamed students. Though that one is more likely to scare the younger kids at the school. No, what scares you most is that Christine is a senior and that if she decides to take you home, you may never see your family again. Now that Tulip seems to be going straight you may even miss her too.
You feel the tips of Christine's fingers as she plucks you from the desk, placing you in the palm of her hand and lifting you to her face so she can examine you. You quiver under the piercing gaze of her ice blue eyes that show no remorse, no compassion, and no emotion other than boredom. Miss Lawson doesn't pay attention as she continues her lecture and the only one looking at you besides Christine is the person who plopped you on her desk, who seems to only just now have realized what she did and is completely regretting it.
Christine finishes looking you over and before you can make a sound she shoves you into her massive cleavage, squishing you between her vast breasts. You hear her sigh gloomily, and she looks to the girl who basically handed you to her. "Hey, thanks." She says in her feminine but raspy voice. The day passes by and eventually school ends. You hear the slam of a car door and light bathes you as Christine pulls you out of her cleavage. Clearly you are in her car and she's resumed examining you. "So, you're the tiny kid I've been hearing about." She says in her feminine rasp. "You really are as small as they say." She comments as she chews her gum. "Of course, I've heard other things about you too..." Her raspy voice seemingly starting to perk up with emotions. Her black lips part as she opens wide and she tosses you into the only non monochrome portion of her you've seen so far. With expert skill she moves you around her mouth keeping you away from her bubblegum for a while before she decides to plunge you in it. She balls it up around you before flattening it and blowing a bubble. It's a strange, somewhat amazing moment. You find yourself standing inside a bubble of gum, inflated by the air exhaled by the mouth behind you. Instead of letting it pop, she seals the back shut and pulls the bubble into her mouth, popping it with her teeth and starting the process over again while she travels home, all while being surprisingly careful not to chew on you.
When next you see daylight it is in what must be her room. She's blown a bubble, which separates you from the gum, only this time she leans back causing you to fall into her mouth. You see the gum come back inside as a wad and then her fingers reach in and grasp you. She pulls you out into a darkened room, with a few lights here or there so she can see. It must be her bedroom, especially considering the decor and the bed she's sitting on. She sets you down, placing you next to her as she removes her boots. "If you try to get away, one of these is going to be your new home." She threatens, causing you to freeze in place. She plucks you up when she's finished. "Good boy." She says, stroking you with a finger. "I'm sure you've heard of me, but I'll introduce myself anyway, I'm Christine."
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