Ever Watched Yourself Get Eaten?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
The pain. You’ve spent the last few hours with your body smooshed flat beneath the sweaty, bare foot of one of Tulip’s friend’s. For a guy who’s only three inches tall; being crushed beneath someone’s heel is one of the less pleasant day to day worries. The one consolation is that, were such a horrific action to happen; you would last mere moments before death. You wouldn’t have to endure having your body crushed on the mere whim of another human being. You wouldn’t have to hear your own bones breaking in such quick succession that it sounds more like a crackle than a crunch. Blissful death would embrace you far before any of this happened; or it should have…
The pain had been so intense that nearly a minute passed before you realize that it is subsiding. Slowly, achingly your body has begun reforming itself as it had a number of times today. Ran’s foot is gone and you hadn’t even felt it withdraw from the shoe.
Slowly you try to organize your scattered thoughts as you body finishes its regeneration. You remain huddled in the fetal position in the bottom of the sneaker. Tulip hadn’t been happy when you’d disappeared. The three of them had searched the house from top to bottom. You vaguely recall Tulip’s annoyed tone as she asked Ran to quit stomping everywhere. You more vividly recall the giggle that had followed. Finally, the movement had lessened and there had been the sound of impatient ‘good-byes.’
Cautiously you turn your head, scanning what you can beyond the mouth of the shoe. The scent of Ran’s sweaty foot still lingers heavily; but it’s still the freshest air you’ve had in hours and it’s glorious as far as you’re concerned. You recognize the pale pink walls as belonging to Ran’s bedroom and you can see the edge of something that may be the underside of a table.
You push yourself shakily into a sitting position. Thankfully, nothing hurts now but you can’t seem to stop your body from shaking. Finally, you manage to grab the edge of the sneaker and pull yourself up. It takes no time at all to find Ran who is currently kneeling on the floor with her ass towards you, spreading out a thick blanket on the floor. As tired and weak as you feel at the moment; you still recognize an opportunity for escape when you see one. Grunting from the effort you manage to pull yourself over the lip of the shoe. God demonstrates exactly how much her hates you a split second after your feet hit the floor when giant, soft fingers encircle your body and lift you effortless into the air.
Bracing yourself for whatever grueling, demeaning torture comes next you are lifted before the attractive Asian features of your newest captor. “Hi,” she says as cheerfully as if she were greeting her best friend.
“Oh, go fuck youse…” you scream back defiantly only to trail off as your brain tries to focus, “uh… did you say ‘hi’?”
Ran gives a girly giggle before she replies again, “duh. What, you want something more formal?” Her smile drops immediately as she adopts what must be her ‘serious face.’ “Hello young master McMinor.”
Something has gone terribly wrong. You aren’t sure what but something in your brain clearly isn’t processing right. Desperately you cling to your sanity as questions run through you head. “Did… didn’t I just spend an afternoon plastered to the sole of your foot?”
“Yeah,” Ran answers simply.
Several long seconds pass as you wait for her to elaborate but she simply smiles benignly at you as if you should be satisfied. “Yeah?!” you scream finally, “and, and, and, and, and you were the one who pulled out a dissection kit! A dissection kit?!”
“Oh that,” she says sheepishly before giving another giggle, “but I didn’t use it.”
“Because she crushed me with her shoe!”
“Look,” she says and her face drops to truly serious, “you belong to Olga and I now. But that doesn’t mean we have to hate each other. If you’re good, I’ll be nice. But if you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you.” With that she smiles delightedly at you. “Kay?”
So that’s it. Slavery with a happy face. “Great,” you grumble between her fingers as you are informed that your new place in life isn’t very different from Tulip’s previous place for you. “So what about being in your sneaker? Was that you being nice, or punishing me?” You can barely keep the contempt from your tone. You realize rationally that there’s nothing to keep her from putting you back but somehow you don’t care at the moment. “Huh?! Which does that count as?”
Far from being put off by your tone, Ran giggles again before she answers, “that was YOU behaving like a good boy. I had to hide you from Tulip and it had to be somewhere you couldn’t escape. So it was either that…” The hand that is holding you drops suddenly till you find yourself held directly before Ran’s slender tummy. “Or this,” she finishes; punctuating the sentence by rubbing her stomach softly with her other hand.
“Great, you’re my new best friend,” you grumble up at her as you already begin plotting your first chance to ‘not behave.’
“Well Mr. Grumpy,” Ran replies easily, “if that’s really how you feel about it then...” instead of finishing her sentence she lifts you from in front of her stomach back up to her face, and then up above. Looking down at her in confusion you realize she’s intending to lower you into her mouth. Her pink tongue rolls out to guide your body between her lips as you start to slide in.
Living with Tulip, you’ve certainly seen your share of the human digestive track; but all of that was before your newest transformation. You don’t have a clue what acid will do to your new, malleable body and you don’t particularly want to find out. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a sec. I was just kidding. You can be as nice as you want too!”
This gets you part of what you want as Ran does close her mouth; she just doesn’t remove you first. Your panic rises as you feel her soft yet firm lips clamp solidly around your middle. “Let’s not do anything hasty,” you squeak as you feel solid objects press tightly against your flesh on the other side of her lips. Her teeth! “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Ran actually smiles as her teeth clamp shut, severing you clear in half. Horrific pain floods your tiny half of a body as a soundless scream escapes your lips. Carefully, Ran pulls you away from her mouth and changes the orientation of her hand till you find yourself lying in her palm screaming down at where your legs used to be. Unable to focus on anything else, you squeeze your eyes shut in a desperate bid to block out some small portion of the stimulus assaulting your brain.
Minutes pass as the pain slowly begins to subside. Finally you dare to look down again. A small sense of relieve hits you as you realize that you already have legs again. You grit your teeth but continue to watch as feet soon form at the bottom of your new legs and a minute later the pain disappears again completely. Anger soon flows in to replace the vanished pain as you turn to glare at Ran.
Your mouth drops open at what you see before you. Ran has apparently been watching you the entire time and a smirk is visible. Her mouth is hanging open and is clearly filling with drool. None of this is particularly surprising at this point. What is, is the fact that she hasn’t swallowed your lower half yet. Laying in the middle of her wet tongue, covered in saliva, lays your legs. More surprisingly, just as you’ve grown new legs; your legs seem to be growing a new top. You watch as the golden liquid that now seems to constitute your body finishes forming a head and face on your twin. You jump in surprise as you watch the other you take a first, shuddering breath and open its eyes.
“This is…” you begin.
“…fucked up,” the other you finishes. At which point, Ran flicks her tongue up, sending him sliding back toward her dark, gaping throat.
“No!” you scream, crawling quickly to the edge of Ran’s hand with your own hand outstretched. Your horror only increases as Ran’s lips close, sealing the other you inside. A moment later she audibly swallows; the smirk never leaving her face. When she opens her mouth however you dare to let out the breath you’re holding as you realize that he’s still in Ran’s mouth. Clinging to the back of her tongue with his legs dangling into her throat; but still there, none the less. “Come on!” you call to your other self, trying to offer whatever support you can, “you can do it!”
Locking eyes with your twin you see his resolve strengthen. Slowly, he begins to claw his way up her tongue and out of her throat. Ran makes no move to stop him; choosing to keep her mouth slack though her eyes are fixed intently on you. You ignore her. “Come on, please!” you call again, your arm outstretched as far as you can reach. If he jumps from her mouth you might just be able to catch him. The thrill of victory flutters in your chest as your other self finally climbs completely back onto her tongue. He takes hardly a moment to steady himself on the slick, constantly moving surface before he charges her lips; obviously thinking the same thing you are. A moment before he makes his leap Ran’s mouth slams slut again. You don’t even have a chance to cry out before she swallows loudly again. You watch in horror as a squirming lump is carried down her slender neck until it disappears below her shirt.
“Noooo!” you scream as your voice finally finds you!
“And that,” says Ran with an air of smugness, “is what COULD have happened to you. So be a good boy, okay?” Below you, her other hand is softly rubbing her tummy again.
‘He’ll be okay,’ you tell yourself. ‘He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay.’ Again and again you repeat this as you stare down at her belly from her hand. But something tells you this is far from the truth. A loud belch, rumbles past Ran’s lips to punctuate the point for you.
“Oops, excuse me,” says Ran happily as she stands and carries you to her bookcase. She sets you down on the eye level shelf far more gently than her previous behavior would dictate. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to be good,” she says comfortingly as she turns to leave the room. She squeaks in surprise as she reaches the doorway and raises her hands up to hold her stomach. “Huh, you’re more of a fighter than I thought.” And smiling, she leaves the room as you stare daggers after her.
The pain had been so intense that nearly a minute passed before you realize that it is subsiding. Slowly, achingly your body has begun reforming itself as it had a number of times today. Ran’s foot is gone and you hadn’t even felt it withdraw from the shoe.
Slowly you try to organize your scattered thoughts as you body finishes its regeneration. You remain huddled in the fetal position in the bottom of the sneaker. Tulip hadn’t been happy when you’d disappeared. The three of them had searched the house from top to bottom. You vaguely recall Tulip’s annoyed tone as she asked Ran to quit stomping everywhere. You more vividly recall the giggle that had followed. Finally, the movement had lessened and there had been the sound of impatient ‘good-byes.’
Cautiously you turn your head, scanning what you can beyond the mouth of the shoe. The scent of Ran’s sweaty foot still lingers heavily; but it’s still the freshest air you’ve had in hours and it’s glorious as far as you’re concerned. You recognize the pale pink walls as belonging to Ran’s bedroom and you can see the edge of something that may be the underside of a table.
You push yourself shakily into a sitting position. Thankfully, nothing hurts now but you can’t seem to stop your body from shaking. Finally, you manage to grab the edge of the sneaker and pull yourself up. It takes no time at all to find Ran who is currently kneeling on the floor with her ass towards you, spreading out a thick blanket on the floor. As tired and weak as you feel at the moment; you still recognize an opportunity for escape when you see one. Grunting from the effort you manage to pull yourself over the lip of the shoe. God demonstrates exactly how much her hates you a split second after your feet hit the floor when giant, soft fingers encircle your body and lift you effortless into the air.
Bracing yourself for whatever grueling, demeaning torture comes next you are lifted before the attractive Asian features of your newest captor. “Hi,” she says as cheerfully as if she were greeting her best friend.
“Oh, go fuck youse…” you scream back defiantly only to trail off as your brain tries to focus, “uh… did you say ‘hi’?”
Ran gives a girly giggle before she replies again, “duh. What, you want something more formal?” Her smile drops immediately as she adopts what must be her ‘serious face.’ “Hello young master McMinor.”
Something has gone terribly wrong. You aren’t sure what but something in your brain clearly isn’t processing right. Desperately you cling to your sanity as questions run through you head. “Did… didn’t I just spend an afternoon plastered to the sole of your foot?”
“Yeah,” Ran answers simply.
Several long seconds pass as you wait for her to elaborate but she simply smiles benignly at you as if you should be satisfied. “Yeah?!” you scream finally, “and, and, and, and, and you were the one who pulled out a dissection kit! A dissection kit?!”
“Oh that,” she says sheepishly before giving another giggle, “but I didn’t use it.”
“Because she crushed me with her shoe!”
“Look,” she says and her face drops to truly serious, “you belong to Olga and I now. But that doesn’t mean we have to hate each other. If you’re good, I’ll be nice. But if you misbehave, I’ll have to punish you.” With that she smiles delightedly at you. “Kay?”
So that’s it. Slavery with a happy face. “Great,” you grumble between her fingers as you are informed that your new place in life isn’t very different from Tulip’s previous place for you. “So what about being in your sneaker? Was that you being nice, or punishing me?” You can barely keep the contempt from your tone. You realize rationally that there’s nothing to keep her from putting you back but somehow you don’t care at the moment. “Huh?! Which does that count as?”
Far from being put off by your tone, Ran giggles again before she answers, “that was YOU behaving like a good boy. I had to hide you from Tulip and it had to be somewhere you couldn’t escape. So it was either that…” The hand that is holding you drops suddenly till you find yourself held directly before Ran’s slender tummy. “Or this,” she finishes; punctuating the sentence by rubbing her stomach softly with her other hand.
“Great, you’re my new best friend,” you grumble up at her as you already begin plotting your first chance to ‘not behave.’
“Well Mr. Grumpy,” Ran replies easily, “if that’s really how you feel about it then...” instead of finishing her sentence she lifts you from in front of her stomach back up to her face, and then up above. Looking down at her in confusion you realize she’s intending to lower you into her mouth. Her pink tongue rolls out to guide your body between her lips as you start to slide in.
Living with Tulip, you’ve certainly seen your share of the human digestive track; but all of that was before your newest transformation. You don’t have a clue what acid will do to your new, malleable body and you don’t particularly want to find out. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a sec. I was just kidding. You can be as nice as you want too!”
This gets you part of what you want as Ran does close her mouth; she just doesn’t remove you first. Your panic rises as you feel her soft yet firm lips clamp solidly around your middle. “Let’s not do anything hasty,” you squeak as you feel solid objects press tightly against your flesh on the other side of her lips. Her teeth! “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Ran actually smiles as her teeth clamp shut, severing you clear in half. Horrific pain floods your tiny half of a body as a soundless scream escapes your lips. Carefully, Ran pulls you away from her mouth and changes the orientation of her hand till you find yourself lying in her palm screaming down at where your legs used to be. Unable to focus on anything else, you squeeze your eyes shut in a desperate bid to block out some small portion of the stimulus assaulting your brain.
Minutes pass as the pain slowly begins to subside. Finally you dare to look down again. A small sense of relieve hits you as you realize that you already have legs again. You grit your teeth but continue to watch as feet soon form at the bottom of your new legs and a minute later the pain disappears again completely. Anger soon flows in to replace the vanished pain as you turn to glare at Ran.
Your mouth drops open at what you see before you. Ran has apparently been watching you the entire time and a smirk is visible. Her mouth is hanging open and is clearly filling with drool. None of this is particularly surprising at this point. What is, is the fact that she hasn’t swallowed your lower half yet. Laying in the middle of her wet tongue, covered in saliva, lays your legs. More surprisingly, just as you’ve grown new legs; your legs seem to be growing a new top. You watch as the golden liquid that now seems to constitute your body finishes forming a head and face on your twin. You jump in surprise as you watch the other you take a first, shuddering breath and open its eyes.
“This is…” you begin.
“…fucked up,” the other you finishes. At which point, Ran flicks her tongue up, sending him sliding back toward her dark, gaping throat.
“No!” you scream, crawling quickly to the edge of Ran’s hand with your own hand outstretched. Your horror only increases as Ran’s lips close, sealing the other you inside. A moment later she audibly swallows; the smirk never leaving her face. When she opens her mouth however you dare to let out the breath you’re holding as you realize that he’s still in Ran’s mouth. Clinging to the back of her tongue with his legs dangling into her throat; but still there, none the less. “Come on!” you call to your other self, trying to offer whatever support you can, “you can do it!”
Locking eyes with your twin you see his resolve strengthen. Slowly, he begins to claw his way up her tongue and out of her throat. Ran makes no move to stop him; choosing to keep her mouth slack though her eyes are fixed intently on you. You ignore her. “Come on, please!” you call again, your arm outstretched as far as you can reach. If he jumps from her mouth you might just be able to catch him. The thrill of victory flutters in your chest as your other self finally climbs completely back onto her tongue. He takes hardly a moment to steady himself on the slick, constantly moving surface before he charges her lips; obviously thinking the same thing you are. A moment before he makes his leap Ran’s mouth slams slut again. You don’t even have a chance to cry out before she swallows loudly again. You watch in horror as a squirming lump is carried down her slender neck until it disappears below her shirt.
“Noooo!” you scream as your voice finally finds you!
“And that,” says Ran with an air of smugness, “is what COULD have happened to you. So be a good boy, okay?” Below you, her other hand is softly rubbing her tummy again.
‘He’ll be okay,’ you tell yourself. ‘He’ll be okay. He’ll be okay.’ Again and again you repeat this as you stare down at her belly from her hand. But something tells you this is far from the truth. A loud belch, rumbles past Ran’s lips to punctuate the point for you.
“Oops, excuse me,” says Ran happily as she stands and carries you to her bookcase. She sets you down on the eye level shelf far more gently than her previous behavior would dictate. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to be good,” she says comfortingly as she turns to leave the room. She squeaks in surprise as she reaches the doorway and raises her hands up to hold her stomach. “Huh, you’re more of a fighter than I thought.” And smiling, she leaves the room as you stare daggers after her.
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