Lunch period
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
You didn't have very many regrets in your short life on earth as you tried your darndest to live regret free. But at the end of the day, you were human and as such that meant you were bound to make a few mistakes. Case in point, pissing off a snobby rich girl that you were more or less an ant to in comparison.
What on earth had been running through your mind at the time? Yes, you were angry that Heather sat on you and tried to belittle you in front of her friend just because she could. But that didn't mean you could fire back at her without any sort of repercussions. Insulting her weight wasn't smart. Calling her out on her lack of dental hygiene was pretty stupid too.
Both of those factors contributed to your current position now. You were literally an ant to the rest of the world and now you were taking up residence in Heather's cereal smelling mouth. Or to be more accurate, fighting and failing against the underside of her tongue. Thank goodness she decided to drain her mouth out before you could drown in her warm and smelly sea.
Heather's mouth was still foul though. She hadn't brushed at all this morning, and it showed. Her teeth still had miniscule bits of cereal stuck in between the gaps, her hot breath smelled of stale milk, and there were even little bits of chewy cereal remnants and breadcrumbs under tongue.
"This girl's mouth is disgusting!" you screamed. It was all you could do really. You were too small to fight back, and no one would hear you from inside the snob's mouth. The only way you were going to leave this place was when she decided you could. That angered you. Heather had far too much power over your being. You just hoped someone would come along and save you.
Meanwhile in the outside world Heather was seated at her table with the rest of the rich crowd. All of them usually ate the most expensive foods they brought from home and gossiped about the lower class they were surrounded by.
Heather herself had chosen to stray from the norm and instead bought a tray of the school's cafeteria food. On it was a black cup of spaghetti and meatballs with some applesauce on the side and carton of white whole milk. She even splurged and bought a fresh and warm chocolate chip cookie.
The "It" crowd as they were known as were a bit surprised by this but after a quick explanation from her friend Tiff, everyone started laughing. Why wouldn't they be considering you now no different than the food remnants that remained in Heather's unclean piehole.
All you could do was sit there and listen as everyone at the table belittled you and praised Heather for putting you in your place. If you could leave right now, you would stand on their table and give them a piece of your mind. You would yell until you were blue in the face. That would make you feel better, but at the same time that would land you in even more hot water.
"Guh!" you suddenly grunted as Heather's pink serpent moved. She was eating now, tasting her food and no doubt adding more junk in between her teeth. Every once in a while, some of what she ate would roll down under tongue and you could smell it. "Marinara sauce? Is she eating spaghetti right now!?"
Indeed, she was eating the school spaghetti and to her surprise it didn't taste all that bad. It wasn't as good as what she ate at home, but it was still decent to say the least. She also wondered how you were faring but did offer so much as a word to you.
You groaned in discomfort as the rich girl at her food, hopefully she would finish soon, and the day would end so she would release you. The next thing that arrived under her tongue was something sweet that splashed onto your face. At first you were grossed out but you immediately recognized the taste. "Applesauce?"
Heather actually really liked the school's applesauce. Well, calling it the schools wouldn't be accurate. No doubt this was store bought from some grocery store.
The next food item to greet you was warm and brown. This smell was the easiest to recognize. "Chocolate? The school cookies!"
Damn it all! You loved the school cookies and now you couldn't even get one because you were trapped under Heather's tongue. This was beyond unfair. This girl was evil! EVIL!
"You know. This isn't half bad." Heather said to her friends as she continued to eat the fusion of chocolate and dough. They simply shrugged, they liked cookies too. Maybe they would give the school cookie a try one of these days.
Once she was finished, she moved onto the last item on her tray... the whole milk. Heather liked whole milk. It was her favorite thing to drink though she would never admit that aloud to anyone. Only her dad knew. He had caught her drinking out of the carton late at night.
She easily tore the top open and extended her pink in a mock gesture as she stared into the cool white liquid. "I hope you choke on this bug boy." she whispered.
She then began to drink.
What on earth had been running through your mind at the time? Yes, you were angry that Heather sat on you and tried to belittle you in front of her friend just because she could. But that didn't mean you could fire back at her without any sort of repercussions. Insulting her weight wasn't smart. Calling her out on her lack of dental hygiene was pretty stupid too.
Both of those factors contributed to your current position now. You were literally an ant to the rest of the world and now you were taking up residence in Heather's cereal smelling mouth. Or to be more accurate, fighting and failing against the underside of her tongue. Thank goodness she decided to drain her mouth out before you could drown in her warm and smelly sea.
Heather's mouth was still foul though. She hadn't brushed at all this morning, and it showed. Her teeth still had miniscule bits of cereal stuck in between the gaps, her hot breath smelled of stale milk, and there were even little bits of chewy cereal remnants and breadcrumbs under tongue.
"This girl's mouth is disgusting!" you screamed. It was all you could do really. You were too small to fight back, and no one would hear you from inside the snob's mouth. The only way you were going to leave this place was when she decided you could. That angered you. Heather had far too much power over your being. You just hoped someone would come along and save you.
Meanwhile in the outside world Heather was seated at her table with the rest of the rich crowd. All of them usually ate the most expensive foods they brought from home and gossiped about the lower class they were surrounded by.
Heather herself had chosen to stray from the norm and instead bought a tray of the school's cafeteria food. On it was a black cup of spaghetti and meatballs with some applesauce on the side and carton of white whole milk. She even splurged and bought a fresh and warm chocolate chip cookie.
The "It" crowd as they were known as were a bit surprised by this but after a quick explanation from her friend Tiff, everyone started laughing. Why wouldn't they be considering you now no different than the food remnants that remained in Heather's unclean piehole.
All you could do was sit there and listen as everyone at the table belittled you and praised Heather for putting you in your place. If you could leave right now, you would stand on their table and give them a piece of your mind. You would yell until you were blue in the face. That would make you feel better, but at the same time that would land you in even more hot water.
"Guh!" you suddenly grunted as Heather's pink serpent moved. She was eating now, tasting her food and no doubt adding more junk in between her teeth. Every once in a while, some of what she ate would roll down under tongue and you could smell it. "Marinara sauce? Is she eating spaghetti right now!?"
Indeed, she was eating the school spaghetti and to her surprise it didn't taste all that bad. It wasn't as good as what she ate at home, but it was still decent to say the least. She also wondered how you were faring but did offer so much as a word to you.
You groaned in discomfort as the rich girl at her food, hopefully she would finish soon, and the day would end so she would release you. The next thing that arrived under her tongue was something sweet that splashed onto your face. At first you were grossed out but you immediately recognized the taste. "Applesauce?"
Heather actually really liked the school's applesauce. Well, calling it the schools wouldn't be accurate. No doubt this was store bought from some grocery store.
The next food item to greet you was warm and brown. This smell was the easiest to recognize. "Chocolate? The school cookies!"
Damn it all! You loved the school cookies and now you couldn't even get one because you were trapped under Heather's tongue. This was beyond unfair. This girl was evil! EVIL!
"You know. This isn't half bad." Heather said to her friends as she continued to eat the fusion of chocolate and dough. They simply shrugged, they liked cookies too. Maybe they would give the school cookie a try one of these days.
Once she was finished, she moved onto the last item on her tray... the whole milk. Heather liked whole milk. It was her favorite thing to drink though she would never admit that aloud to anyone. Only her dad knew. He had caught her drinking out of the carton late at night.
She easily tore the top open and extended her pink in a mock gesture as she stared into the cool white liquid. "I hope you choke on this bug boy." she whispered.
She then began to drink.
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