A science lesson
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
wanderer887
A wicked idea popped into Steve's head. Steve licked his lips, and brought his hand behind Derek. Scooting him to the edge of the table, Steve dropped him into the palm of his other hand. He brought Derek up to chest height and spoke. Derek had no choice but to go where his Dad wanted his, and winced as he was raised up. His Dad's face was massive, bigger than any living thing he had seen before. He could make out perfect details on every aspect of his face.
"LET'S START WITH SOMETHING SIMPLE. YOU GOT THIS DIAGRAM HALF RIGHT, SO MAYBE WE'LL START THERE."
Derek clutched his ears as his Dad spoke. It was incredibly loud and horrendously close. The range of movement on his father's jaw was also terrifying. Each lips was like a plump double long city bus, but moved with such ease. It was an intimidating sight.
"HMM... YOU GOT THE MOUTH AND THE TONGUE RIGHT, BUT FAILED TO LABEL THE SALIVARY GLAND. MAYBE A HANDS ON DEMO WOULD HELP?"
Wait, what? Derek's eyes went white. What the hell was his Dad talking about? Surely he wasn't going to put Derek in his mouth.
Steve was, in fact, going to put Derek in his mouth. Pinching Derek between two fingers, he raised his boy aloft before depositing him on his tongue. It unfurled like a red carpet and invited Derek inside. Derek froze, unsure of what to do.
Steve was having none of it. He was getting a bit frustrated, in fact. Do I really have to do all of this myself he thought, before bringing Derek into the expanse of his mouth. Pitching his tongue back and to the left, his boy tumbled down, coming to a rest in a pool of his spit under his tongue.
"THE SALIVARY GLANDS EXCRETE SALIVA INTO THE MOUTH TO HELP AID DIGESTION. WET FOOD IS EASIER TO CHEW," Steve said, gnashing his teeth, "AND IT CONTAINS ENZYMES WHICH HELP AID IN DIGESTION."
All of this information was going over Derek's head. He was more concerned with getting the saliva off of himself, scooping it away from his eyeballs. Why couldn't his Dad just give him a normal science lesson? He wasn't going to catch any of this, only just hearing the tail end of the word digestion.
"All right Dad, very funny!" Derek yelled out into the open air. A row of perfect white teeth kept Derek inside, and he wasn't sure if his voice would carry.
"FOR THIS EXPERIMENT, I PROPOSE THAT A CHEWED UP GRAPE WILL DIGEST FASTER THAN A WHOLE ONE, AS A RESULT OF THE ACTIONS OF THE TEETH AND THE SALIVA."
Derek's heart stopped. What... what was his Dad talking about?
"THIS IS HOW THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD WORKS. WE'LL HAVE OUR CONTROL GRAPE, AND OUR VARIABLE GRAPE. THE CONTROL WILL BE THE WHOLE ONE, AND THE VARIABLE WILL BE THE CHEWED ONE. OBSERVE."
Steve reached over to the center of the kitchen table, ripping two grapes from the bunch. Maybe this would knock some sense into Derek. He placed the grape on his tongue in the same fashion he placed Derek, and then slowly and carefully brought it back in his mouth. Derek watched in morbid fascination as the house-sized grape rolled along his Dad's tongue, before everything quaked and it was gulped down.
"Dad, knock it off! This isn't funny! Derek swam over to his Dad's gums, attempting to scale them. He was unsuccessful at first, until the tip of his father's tongue came up behind him and booted him up. He came to rest in the middle of the tongue, just in time to see another grape enter.
Steve maneuvered the grape inbetween two of his teeth, and smiled. He bit down quickly, attempting to making it as messy as possible. With the initial chomp done, he continued to mash the grape up beyond recognition, taking care to keep Derek out of harm's way.
"WITH THE VARIABLE GRAPE SUFFICIENTLY COATED IN MY SALIVA, THE EXPERIMENT CAN BEGIN. ALL WE NEED IS SOME WAY TO TRACK THE GRAPES STAGES OF DIGESTION. DEREK, WOULD YOU MIND?"
It looked like a warzone in Steve's mouth. Bits of grape were strewn about everywhere, and Derek had been blasted with grape juice. Grape skin clung to the ceiling and the gums, and bits of stringy pulp were wedged between Steve's teeth. A disgusting pile of mush sat behind Derek ready to go down. Steve certainly had Derek's attention now.
"No, Dad, let me out of here!" Derek pleaded. His father's mouth was open, and he could see out into the kitchen. He wanted nothing more than to be back out these, away from the gross lump of mash behind him. Derek started forward, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Steve...
"LET'S START WITH SOMETHING SIMPLE. YOU GOT THIS DIAGRAM HALF RIGHT, SO MAYBE WE'LL START THERE."
Derek clutched his ears as his Dad spoke. It was incredibly loud and horrendously close. The range of movement on his father's jaw was also terrifying. Each lips was like a plump double long city bus, but moved with such ease. It was an intimidating sight.
"HMM... YOU GOT THE MOUTH AND THE TONGUE RIGHT, BUT FAILED TO LABEL THE SALIVARY GLAND. MAYBE A HANDS ON DEMO WOULD HELP?"
Wait, what? Derek's eyes went white. What the hell was his Dad talking about? Surely he wasn't going to put Derek in his mouth.
Steve was, in fact, going to put Derek in his mouth. Pinching Derek between two fingers, he raised his boy aloft before depositing him on his tongue. It unfurled like a red carpet and invited Derek inside. Derek froze, unsure of what to do.
Steve was having none of it. He was getting a bit frustrated, in fact. Do I really have to do all of this myself he thought, before bringing Derek into the expanse of his mouth. Pitching his tongue back and to the left, his boy tumbled down, coming to a rest in a pool of his spit under his tongue.
"THE SALIVARY GLANDS EXCRETE SALIVA INTO THE MOUTH TO HELP AID DIGESTION. WET FOOD IS EASIER TO CHEW," Steve said, gnashing his teeth, "AND IT CONTAINS ENZYMES WHICH HELP AID IN DIGESTION."
All of this information was going over Derek's head. He was more concerned with getting the saliva off of himself, scooping it away from his eyeballs. Why couldn't his Dad just give him a normal science lesson? He wasn't going to catch any of this, only just hearing the tail end of the word digestion.
"All right Dad, very funny!" Derek yelled out into the open air. A row of perfect white teeth kept Derek inside, and he wasn't sure if his voice would carry.
"FOR THIS EXPERIMENT, I PROPOSE THAT A CHEWED UP GRAPE WILL DIGEST FASTER THAN A WHOLE ONE, AS A RESULT OF THE ACTIONS OF THE TEETH AND THE SALIVA."
Derek's heart stopped. What... what was his Dad talking about?
"THIS IS HOW THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD WORKS. WE'LL HAVE OUR CONTROL GRAPE, AND OUR VARIABLE GRAPE. THE CONTROL WILL BE THE WHOLE ONE, AND THE VARIABLE WILL BE THE CHEWED ONE. OBSERVE."
Steve reached over to the center of the kitchen table, ripping two grapes from the bunch. Maybe this would knock some sense into Derek. He placed the grape on his tongue in the same fashion he placed Derek, and then slowly and carefully brought it back in his mouth. Derek watched in morbid fascination as the house-sized grape rolled along his Dad's tongue, before everything quaked and it was gulped down.
"Dad, knock it off! This isn't funny! Derek swam over to his Dad's gums, attempting to scale them. He was unsuccessful at first, until the tip of his father's tongue came up behind him and booted him up. He came to rest in the middle of the tongue, just in time to see another grape enter.
Steve maneuvered the grape inbetween two of his teeth, and smiled. He bit down quickly, attempting to making it as messy as possible. With the initial chomp done, he continued to mash the grape up beyond recognition, taking care to keep Derek out of harm's way.
"WITH THE VARIABLE GRAPE SUFFICIENTLY COATED IN MY SALIVA, THE EXPERIMENT CAN BEGIN. ALL WE NEED IS SOME WAY TO TRACK THE GRAPES STAGES OF DIGESTION. DEREK, WOULD YOU MIND?"
It looked like a warzone in Steve's mouth. Bits of grape were strewn about everywhere, and Derek had been blasted with grape juice. Grape skin clung to the ceiling and the gums, and bits of stringy pulp were wedged between Steve's teeth. A disgusting pile of mush sat behind Derek ready to go down. Steve certainly had Derek's attention now.
"No, Dad, let me out of here!" Derek pleaded. His father's mouth was open, and he could see out into the kitchen. He wanted nothing more than to be back out these, away from the gross lump of mash behind him. Derek started forward, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Steve...
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