Lisa Gives Ken a Choice
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 24
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krauser3000
Lisa looks at Ken with hunger in her eyes and licks her lips. He hears a grumble from her stomach beginning to digest her meal. "Since you are a delicious and appetizing little shrinky, you are going to end up in someone's stomach sooner or later, that's just how the world is for you little guys. You're my neighbor and you've always seemed like a good kid. Your mother might want you back too, so I'll let you choose what happens."
Since he is so close to her mouth, Ken can feel her hot breath with every word and peers into her mouth seeing little bits of food on her slimy, writhing tongue and between her teeth. The smell of food is strong, but Ken figures Lisa feels she doesn't need to show manners to her potential dinner. Being told he looks delicious and appetizing feels horrific. It only furthers the feeling of losing his humanity. He shudders and listen to what options he is given.
"There are two options. You can be my dinner for tonight, or you can sit here on my plate while we finish our meal. Then I'll call your mother and take you back to her if she still wants you. If I eat you now, I'll be very gentle and swallow you whole. No chewing or nibbling. I'll even let you choose whether I swallow you head first or feet first. Unlike my spouse, I treat my food humanely before consumption... most of the time. I think you would go great with some salad dressing."
Being indirectly called food feels like yet another gut punch. The thought of ending up on someone's plate no matter what he does frightens Ken. She is so matter of fact about this that it seems like she might be right, but Ken holds on to hope.
"When someone else gets you, they may not be as nice as I am. Some people like to boil their shrinkies alive, put them in the oven or microwave. Others like to eat them piece by piece, tearing off their limbs with their teeth, or cutting them up with a knife and fork. I've heard some with a taste for spice put hot sauce on their shrinkies for an extra kick that really makes them squirm in their in their mouth and belly." She pats her stomach for emphasis, letting out a small burp. She doesn't bother to excuse herself for belching right on Ken. The smell is strong, but Ken figures it would be even more so in her stomach. "Oh, your little friend is making a fuss in there, haha." she adds.
"That's of course after they are finished using you for other purposes. Some may use you as a sex toy, or some sort of pet until they decide to send you down the hatch. You can think about it a bit but you are looking more appetizing by the second my tasty little dinner guest~" Lisa teases in a sing song voice as she makes playful bites right next to Ken, the clacking of her pearly white powerful teeth making him take a step back in instinctive fear.
Ken knows she is right. Compared to what some people do with shrinkies, getting swallowed whole quickly is humane. At least it would be by someone he knew. Ken was surprised he caught himself referring to a humiliating execution as via ingestion as "humane" and quickly pushed the notion of any of this being true out of his mind. There's no way he will die in someone's stomach, right? Ken thinks to himself about his decision...
Meanwhile, Lisa continues to eat her dinner, mercilessly masticating each bite before swallowing it down with a terrifyingly audible gulp. Ken can't help but watch and imagine each bite is him, being thrown around in her mouth, molested by her tongue, then swallowed whole down her tight esophagus while he is churned and kneaded by her stomach. He would either die from her stomach acids eating him alive, or drown in the mushy swamp of her stomach as she continues to bury him in food as she swallows it. He would end as a nutritious sludge, pumping into her intestines to nourish her. Everything her body could not absorb would be disposed of hours later, by which time she will have already eaten another meal to take his place. She could do it to him so easily too. If she didn't know him and decide to be merciful, he would have no way to escape becoming her meal. It is only through pure luck that he has a chance to survive.
Another growl from Lisas churning stomach snaps Ken out of his thoughts. Remembering her not so subtle threat for being eaten for taking too long to decide, Ken says:
Since he is so close to her mouth, Ken can feel her hot breath with every word and peers into her mouth seeing little bits of food on her slimy, writhing tongue and between her teeth. The smell of food is strong, but Ken figures Lisa feels she doesn't need to show manners to her potential dinner. Being told he looks delicious and appetizing feels horrific. It only furthers the feeling of losing his humanity. He shudders and listen to what options he is given.
"There are two options. You can be my dinner for tonight, or you can sit here on my plate while we finish our meal. Then I'll call your mother and take you back to her if she still wants you. If I eat you now, I'll be very gentle and swallow you whole. No chewing or nibbling. I'll even let you choose whether I swallow you head first or feet first. Unlike my spouse, I treat my food humanely before consumption... most of the time. I think you would go great with some salad dressing."
Being indirectly called food feels like yet another gut punch. The thought of ending up on someone's plate no matter what he does frightens Ken. She is so matter of fact about this that it seems like she might be right, but Ken holds on to hope.
"When someone else gets you, they may not be as nice as I am. Some people like to boil their shrinkies alive, put them in the oven or microwave. Others like to eat them piece by piece, tearing off their limbs with their teeth, or cutting them up with a knife and fork. I've heard some with a taste for spice put hot sauce on their shrinkies for an extra kick that really makes them squirm in their in their mouth and belly." She pats her stomach for emphasis, letting out a small burp. She doesn't bother to excuse herself for belching right on Ken. The smell is strong, but Ken figures it would be even more so in her stomach. "Oh, your little friend is making a fuss in there, haha." she adds.
"That's of course after they are finished using you for other purposes. Some may use you as a sex toy, or some sort of pet until they decide to send you down the hatch. You can think about it a bit but you are looking more appetizing by the second my tasty little dinner guest~" Lisa teases in a sing song voice as she makes playful bites right next to Ken, the clacking of her pearly white powerful teeth making him take a step back in instinctive fear.
Ken knows she is right. Compared to what some people do with shrinkies, getting swallowed whole quickly is humane. At least it would be by someone he knew. Ken was surprised he caught himself referring to a humiliating execution as via ingestion as "humane" and quickly pushed the notion of any of this being true out of his mind. There's no way he will die in someone's stomach, right? Ken thinks to himself about his decision...
Meanwhile, Lisa continues to eat her dinner, mercilessly masticating each bite before swallowing it down with a terrifyingly audible gulp. Ken can't help but watch and imagine each bite is him, being thrown around in her mouth, molested by her tongue, then swallowed whole down her tight esophagus while he is churned and kneaded by her stomach. He would either die from her stomach acids eating him alive, or drown in the mushy swamp of her stomach as she continues to bury him in food as she swallows it. He would end as a nutritious sludge, pumping into her intestines to nourish her. Everything her body could not absorb would be disposed of hours later, by which time she will have already eaten another meal to take his place. She could do it to him so easily too. If she didn't know him and decide to be merciful, he would have no way to escape becoming her meal. It is only through pure luck that he has a chance to survive.
Another growl from Lisas churning stomach snaps Ken out of his thoughts. Remembering her not so subtle threat for being eaten for taking too long to decide, Ken says:
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June 3, 2023
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