Down She Pours
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 32
by
copier
· original author:
ovalgrape040
Victoria still felt nauseous. The foul smelling paw of the corpulent redheaded preteen finally freeing her from its claim. Musky odor that made the college sophomore wanna tear her own nose off.
What started as a normal day transformed into the most horrific, disgusting, degrading moment of her life.
Hearing the pudgy gingers voice echo throughout her tiny bones as the chubby foot of the young adolescent stuck its claim on her.
Salty sudor bathed her. An aroma of pure body musk, akin to entering a girls middle school locker room after months of its scent building. Yet so, so much worse.
A fresh bouquet of freshly picked, all natural, middle-school nymph malodor.
Why... what did I do to deserve any of this? The brown-skinned girl internally uttered, a bitter meek croak.
When the weight of her Amazonian master slowly found its way off her insignificant body, she huffed and took a deep breath. A bead of sweat from the sole cascaded right next to her head--like a lover trying to give their bedded lover one last smooch before being on there way--just short of plopping on her and giving her the unimaginable fate that made death itself seem like mercy.
It was like breathing for the first time.
The lingering aroma of foot funk still permeated her nasal cavity--though far less severe now that she wasn't mooching off the sadist's sole.
"O-oh! Oh god... oh God, thank you so much." Victoria nearly hyperventilated.
Yet, rather than seeing to a higher power in her desperation--she instead believed that she was looking at it.
This was it. The omnipotent empress of all things that remained confined to the limits of tiny flesh and bone.
So many kind residents of the apartment. Young and old, a lot of people around her age, even a couple college classmates; friends that she loved. Ariana, Jacob, Liv.
All currently getting the VIP tour through this chubby little nerds anatomy; stewing alive in the caustic cocktail that was the plus-sized, dominant Amazonian's stomach acid.
Gwwwrll-op~!
The giants belly growling, almost to tell its occupants 'thank you' for finally fulfilling their inevitable life purpose as the girls pasty pudge.
All that would remain of them would add to the delinquent's already excessive weight, likely aiding the growing girl by padding out places on the preteen that'd serve as nothing less than a mockery and degradation of one's life journey. That, and the other inevitable option of all food... before ending with a flush.
F-fuck...
*Sniffle*
"I-I'm trying... I'm trying so hard to be strong." She muttered, finally feeling enough strength in her body to attempt getting up and making a run for it.
Thoughts of her family and remaining friends that hadn't been reduced to padding out meaty redhead rack.
She'd chosen to leave class early today. A chance to herself after working so hard the entire year. Just one day.
And because for once in her life, she wanted a break, just a singular moment to herself--she ended up here.
Had she been at college, she'd have never been home when the budding young ladies decided to stake their claim on what--once upon a time--was a place of solace and comfort.
She'd pushed away her mind, thoughts of 'How can people be so heartless...?" Having enough sensibility to realize, you can't apply logic to these titans. There was no specific hatred towards her, no deep reason. It was simply because they could.
"C-cmon... get up..." Victoria moaned, her body almost seeming to be held in place, before she'd finally realized.
I-I'm stuck.
The downside of being stuck under a little girls sole? A lot. Yet the one relevant in Victoria's case, was that sweat pooled around her entire body, its moisture caressing her back from the dampened carpet fibers.
Disgusting as that was, it allowed something far worse than a salty swim.
Her entire body was stuck. The sweat clinging onto her. Both the weight of the perspiration, and the stickiness of its claim holding her down.
"N-no! No! No it wasn't supposed to be this way!" Victoria screamed, and thrashing movements becoming more and more panicked.
"I-I can't! Please, God, not like this! I can't die like this! I-I just can't!" She screamed. If I don't get out, all this girl would have to do is take one step forward... and I'd be under her foot again. Yet this time,
Victoria knew she wouldn't be so lucky as to breathe again once the girls pale wrinkly sole found its way off of her.
A death, bathed in the body excretion of some kid, someone you never even knew. It was horrifying to her, nightmare fuel.
"W-wait! I'm almost- uggggh! Shit!" Victoria moaned out, before she finally felt one of her arms get free.
"Yes! Thank you... fucking thank you. Since I got once... the others should be quic-"
Gwwwwrrr~lll
A heavy growl above her. A stomach speaks so many languages to the outsiders who can't feel its sensations, she had to wonder what it roared out for. All those innocent occupants being burned down to fuel? Another craving that the evil imp would inevitably act upon? Or-
"Ughhh... Bianca I'm so gonna be sick."
"S-sick? Is it... is the guilt actually getting to her?" Victoria rationalized. She knew there'd be no way a person could have such a severed connection to their empathy. "If... if she feels bad that means..." Victoria welled with tears of hope, thinking of the occupants of the girls belly potentially living to see another day.
Though, her hope were shot clean through, with the girl's next words.
"I gotta puke, so, so bad. Your goddess demands you all stop thrashing! Your- blergh-!"
Patricia retched, a hand landing on the bikini clad girls bare belly, poking at the fat outside in hopes it calmed her meal.
Such was not the case, and soon enough her body attempted to keel over. Yet, she remained strong.
"Fine, fine! I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna puke on you! Just make sure you get this video... this is gonna be goo~ood..." She could hear the wet sound of the girl sliding her tongue across her lips, letting out an over the top moaning sound.
MmMmmrgh~.
The little girl's attempt at being 'cute' or 'sexy' clearly.
"Blee-rgh!" Her throat convulsed again.
"Huh?!" Victoria panicked, replaying the scene over and over in her head--as she'd unwillingly done with multiple things today--yet she kept arriving at the same words.
The little girl didn't feel sick mentally, no, it was foolish to think there'd be a semblance of any soft spot for them.
No, she was sick physically.
The giant held a strong, powerful urge to vomit. Something Victoria had become numb too after today--or so she thought--now she'd felt her empty stomach turn, her tear ducts leak. Every part of her body was screaming at her. Screaming at her to...
Get.
The.
Fuck.
Out.
"Please! Please you need to do this!" Her body sparked with adrenaline, fight or flight at an all-time high, and fight was never an option.
She was so close. If this girl's impatient, seemingly sentient stomach--acidic organ of hunger and impatience--had taken even a minute longer to begin lurching, then Victoria would have escaped already.
This was one of the many things that couldn't go her way.
She looked up as she thrashed, hearing the shifted footsteps of the girl, praying it meant she was walking away.
However, she was granted with a full view of the redhead's body. Patricia has stepped back in her haze, her hand slowly reaching her mouth.
"No..."
Patricia put her hands on her knees as she bent down, her hand rubbing her belly as she seemed to attempt to force something out.
"Uu-lgrh!" The guttural sound made its way to Victoria's ears.
"No."
Then, began the out of tune, guttural symphony of her fate.
Patricia opened her mouth slightly, then Victoria saw a chunky yellow liquid slide down her lips casually.
"NO!"
*Splash!*
It landed right next to her head, not unlike Patricia's sweat earlier.
While still thrashing to escape, she looked over to it. Like a monster you knew was watching you, it didn't make it any less terrifying when you saw its face.
In that small river of hurl, bits of fries, the yellow lathered, soggy bread of a burger. All complimented by the sauce that was the girl's mucus, saliva and acid. It smelled horrible. Horrific. It made the scent of foot funk seem like heaven.
Mixed together like the stomach of the giant was doing its best to make its first five star dish.
And with any dish, one always needs to taste test.
Luckily for Patricia, she already had someone who was a professional at sampling her body's contents, and this one would serve as no exception.
"No! No get it away from me!" Begged the brown skinned woman.
"Whoa! It looks so nasty. That's what they're swimming in down there~?" Patricia giggled, a giggle that some outsiders could've found adorable when you're not staring at her hardly clothed body from ants eye.
Patricia put her hand to her mouth again, seemingly getting a taste of heartburn as she still her expulsion.
And yet again her mouth opened. This time, however, it was wide as possible.
Victoria swore she saw it in slow motion, right Ami e her, an amalgamation of yellow chunk cascaded down the giant's tongue, almost seeming to be an all natural waterfall--the Patricia way.
She broke.
"NO! NO PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! FUCKING ANYTHING! PLEASE!" Victoria breathed rapidly. "M-MOM! DAD! PLEASE HELP! HELP M-"
Mommy and daddy wouldn't be saving her. No, Patricia had staked her claim on her, and unaware, aware, it mattered not. Patricia would always claim what was hers.
"Blllrrg-grhhh!"
What started as a normal day transformed into the most horrific, disgusting, degrading moment of her life.
Hearing the pudgy gingers voice echo throughout her tiny bones as the chubby foot of the young adolescent stuck its claim on her.
Salty sudor bathed her. An aroma of pure body musk, akin to entering a girls middle school locker room after months of its scent building. Yet so, so much worse.
A fresh bouquet of freshly picked, all natural, middle-school nymph malodor.
Why... what did I do to deserve any of this? The brown-skinned girl internally uttered, a bitter meek croak.
When the weight of her Amazonian master slowly found its way off her insignificant body, she huffed and took a deep breath. A bead of sweat from the sole cascaded right next to her head--like a lover trying to give their bedded lover one last smooch before being on there way--just short of plopping on her and giving her the unimaginable fate that made death itself seem like mercy.
It was like breathing for the first time.
The lingering aroma of foot funk still permeated her nasal cavity--though far less severe now that she wasn't mooching off the sadist's sole.
"O-oh! Oh god... oh God, thank you so much." Victoria nearly hyperventilated.
Yet, rather than seeing to a higher power in her desperation--she instead believed that she was looking at it.
This was it. The omnipotent empress of all things that remained confined to the limits of tiny flesh and bone.
So many kind residents of the apartment. Young and old, a lot of people around her age, even a couple college classmates; friends that she loved. Ariana, Jacob, Liv.
All currently getting the VIP tour through this chubby little nerds anatomy; stewing alive in the caustic cocktail that was the plus-sized, dominant Amazonian's stomach acid.
Gwwwrll-op~!
The giants belly growling, almost to tell its occupants 'thank you' for finally fulfilling their inevitable life purpose as the girls pasty pudge.
All that would remain of them would add to the delinquent's already excessive weight, likely aiding the growing girl by padding out places on the preteen that'd serve as nothing less than a mockery and degradation of one's life journey. That, and the other inevitable option of all food... before ending with a flush.
F-fuck...
*Sniffle*
"I-I'm trying... I'm trying so hard to be strong." She muttered, finally feeling enough strength in her body to attempt getting up and making a run for it.
Thoughts of her family and remaining friends that hadn't been reduced to padding out meaty redhead rack.
She'd chosen to leave class early today. A chance to herself after working so hard the entire year. Just one day.
And because for once in her life, she wanted a break, just a singular moment to herself--she ended up here.
Had she been at college, she'd have never been home when the budding young ladies decided to stake their claim on what--once upon a time--was a place of solace and comfort.
She'd pushed away her mind, thoughts of 'How can people be so heartless...?" Having enough sensibility to realize, you can't apply logic to these titans. There was no specific hatred towards her, no deep reason. It was simply because they could.
"C-cmon... get up..." Victoria moaned, her body almost seeming to be held in place, before she'd finally realized.
I-I'm stuck.
The downside of being stuck under a little girls sole? A lot. Yet the one relevant in Victoria's case, was that sweat pooled around her entire body, its moisture caressing her back from the dampened carpet fibers.
Disgusting as that was, it allowed something far worse than a salty swim.
Her entire body was stuck. The sweat clinging onto her. Both the weight of the perspiration, and the stickiness of its claim holding her down.
"N-no! No! No it wasn't supposed to be this way!" Victoria screamed, and thrashing movements becoming more and more panicked.
"I-I can't! Please, God, not like this! I can't die like this! I-I just can't!" She screamed. If I don't get out, all this girl would have to do is take one step forward... and I'd be under her foot again. Yet this time,
Victoria knew she wouldn't be so lucky as to breathe again once the girls pale wrinkly sole found its way off of her.
A death, bathed in the body excretion of some kid, someone you never even knew. It was horrifying to her, nightmare fuel.
"W-wait! I'm almost- uggggh! Shit!" Victoria moaned out, before she finally felt one of her arms get free.
"Yes! Thank you... fucking thank you. Since I got once... the others should be quic-"
Gwwwwrrr~lll
A heavy growl above her. A stomach speaks so many languages to the outsiders who can't feel its sensations, she had to wonder what it roared out for. All those innocent occupants being burned down to fuel? Another craving that the evil imp would inevitably act upon? Or-
"Ughhh... Bianca I'm so gonna be sick."
"S-sick? Is it... is the guilt actually getting to her?" Victoria rationalized. She knew there'd be no way a person could have such a severed connection to their empathy. "If... if she feels bad that means..." Victoria welled with tears of hope, thinking of the occupants of the girls belly potentially living to see another day.
Though, her hope were shot clean through, with the girl's next words.
"I gotta puke, so, so bad. Your goddess demands you all stop thrashing! Your- blergh-!"
Patricia retched, a hand landing on the bikini clad girls bare belly, poking at the fat outside in hopes it calmed her meal.
Such was not the case, and soon enough her body attempted to keel over. Yet, she remained strong.
"Fine, fine! I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna puke on you! Just make sure you get this video... this is gonna be goo~ood..." She could hear the wet sound of the girl sliding her tongue across her lips, letting out an over the top moaning sound.
MmMmmrgh~.
The little girl's attempt at being 'cute' or 'sexy' clearly.
"Blee-rgh!" Her throat convulsed again.
"Huh?!" Victoria panicked, replaying the scene over and over in her head--as she'd unwillingly done with multiple things today--yet she kept arriving at the same words.
The little girl didn't feel sick mentally, no, it was foolish to think there'd be a semblance of any soft spot for them.
No, she was sick physically.
The giant held a strong, powerful urge to vomit. Something Victoria had become numb too after today--or so she thought--now she'd felt her empty stomach turn, her tear ducts leak. Every part of her body was screaming at her. Screaming at her to...
Get.
The.
Fuck.
Out.
"Please! Please you need to do this!" Her body sparked with adrenaline, fight or flight at an all-time high, and fight was never an option.
She was so close. If this girl's impatient, seemingly sentient stomach--acidic organ of hunger and impatience--had taken even a minute longer to begin lurching, then Victoria would have escaped already.
This was one of the many things that couldn't go her way.
She looked up as she thrashed, hearing the shifted footsteps of the girl, praying it meant she was walking away.
However, she was granted with a full view of the redhead's body. Patricia has stepped back in her haze, her hand slowly reaching her mouth.
"No..."
Patricia put her hands on her knees as she bent down, her hand rubbing her belly as she seemed to attempt to force something out.
"Uu-lgrh!" The guttural sound made its way to Victoria's ears.
"No."
Then, began the out of tune, guttural symphony of her fate.
Patricia opened her mouth slightly, then Victoria saw a chunky yellow liquid slide down her lips casually.
"NO!"
*Splash!*
It landed right next to her head, not unlike Patricia's sweat earlier.
While still thrashing to escape, she looked over to it. Like a monster you knew was watching you, it didn't make it any less terrifying when you saw its face.
In that small river of hurl, bits of fries, the yellow lathered, soggy bread of a burger. All complimented by the sauce that was the girl's mucus, saliva and acid. It smelled horrible. Horrific. It made the scent of foot funk seem like heaven.
Mixed together like the stomach of the giant was doing its best to make its first five star dish.
And with any dish, one always needs to taste test.
Luckily for Patricia, she already had someone who was a professional at sampling her body's contents, and this one would serve as no exception.
"No! No get it away from me!" Begged the brown skinned woman.
"Whoa! It looks so nasty. That's what they're swimming in down there~?" Patricia giggled, a giggle that some outsiders could've found adorable when you're not staring at her hardly clothed body from ants eye.
Patricia put her hand to her mouth again, seemingly getting a taste of heartburn as she still her expulsion.
And yet again her mouth opened. This time, however, it was wide as possible.
Victoria swore she saw it in slow motion, right Ami e her, an amalgamation of yellow chunk cascaded down the giant's tongue, almost seeming to be an all natural waterfall--the Patricia way.
She broke.
"NO! NO PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING! FUCKING ANYTHING! PLEASE!" Victoria breathed rapidly. "M-MOM! DAD! PLEASE HELP! HELP M-"
Mommy and daddy wouldn't be saving her. No, Patricia had staked her claim on her, and unaware, aware, it mattered not. Patricia would always claim what was hers.
"Blllrrg-grhhh!"
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