Zombie Slave's Vore Stories (update 04-23-2015)
Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:25 pm
I haven't posted a story anywhere for a loooooong time. Hope everyone enjoys it. Don't get frightened by its length--it's a quick read! Don't just skip to the good parts, I'm watching you! Please I encourage everyone who reads my stories to let me know what you think--good or bad.
Unaware Claire by ZS
(F/F, vore)
Claire walked into the kitchen and set her heavy purse down on the table. She let out a long breath and reached up to massage her aching neck. Why do I wake up with a stiff neck every morning? she thought. It could be the way she slept, or perhaps it was her beaten and worn out pillow. The poor thing needed to be replaced, but Claire was too lazy to head out to the store to get a new one. Too busy. With classes every day at the university, studying, and juggling a part-time job, it was hard to find time to get out for some much needed essentials.
Yawning, Claire made her way to the freezer, opened the door and looked inside. The freezer was an icy cave with nothing inside but two empty ice cube trays and a frozen pizza. The frozen waffles she had bought last week were gone, her roommates had seen to that. Frustrated, Claire closed the door.
"Well, it looks like cereal again today," Claire said aloud. She opened the lower door of the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk. When she got home later this evening, she was going to give those two roommates of hers a piece of her mind. Don't touch each other's food. It was a simple rule, wasn't it? So why did the other girls always insist on breaking it?
She tried to put the thought out of her mind. It was Saturday, and it was bad enough she had to go in to work today, but if she had to go in she didn't want to start the day all pissed off. Claire let out another sigh, placed the milk on the counter, and proceeded to gather a bowl from one cuboard and her box of Raisin Nut Bran cereal from another. She flipped open the box of cereal and poured herself a considerable portion. The flakes made a pleasant sound as they hit the bowl. Claire smiled to herself--she half expected her cereal to be empty too, another victim of the scavengers she lived with. She left the milk and box of cereal on the counter and took her bowl to the kitchen table. Claire set her bowl down next to her purse, suddenly realizing she hadn't grabbed a spoon..
***
"Come on, we're almost there, I can see light up ahead."
"I can't believe this. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever."
"Yeah yeah, you keep telling me that. Just keep climbing." Kristen reached up, grabbed another handful of cloth, and pulled herself toward the crack of light she could see above her. Through the crack, she could see the kitchen ceiling fan. They must be on the kitchen table. This was good news; once they climbed out of Claire's purse, they would be able to climb down onto the table to get her attention. Then they could find a way to reverse this mess they had gotten into.
Beside Kristen, Shantay huffed and puffed with the effort of climbing. Her dark skin blended in with the shadows of the purse, making her hard to see--like a moving female shadow with waist-length thick, black hair. By contrast, Kristen's pale white skin stood out against the dark fabric of the purse lining.
"Safe. Humph! You told me that stupid gun was safe!" Shantay said.
Kristen slowed her climb, made sure she had a good hand-hold of cloth before wiping away stray strands of hair that had become plastered to her face with sweat. She could tell her friend was still pissed. She hadn't cooled down one bit since their argument the night before. "Listen, I know you're angry, but let's not get at each other's throats again. I was tricked too ya know. I was told that thing was perfectly safe for us to use. Eight inches tall! That's what the manual said. I didn't know it would do this to us. It's done. All we can do now is follow through with the plan and get Claire's attention so she can help us. Okay?"
Shantey didn't answer, she turned her head away--jaw still clenched in anger--and continued to climb upwards towards the line of light above them. Kristen had never seen her friend this upset. She was sorry, and regretted she had ever found the shrink-gun for sale online. It was supposed to be just a fun little gag. The gun was supposed to shrink them--clothes and all--down to about the size of a Barbie doll. Kristen thought it would be fun for her and Shantay to shrink themselves--they could play around in Kristen's old dollhouse she had fished out of her parent's basement--for a few hours, maybe relive childhood just for a little while. It would be a nice break from the stresses of college and life in general. Just a distraction, just a fun little adventure...
But something had gone wrong. Last night Kristen and Shantay, drinking as usual on a Friday night, used the shrink-gun on themselves. But when the process was complete, the girls were amazed to find themselves not shrunken to the size of a Barbie, but much, much smaller. To their horror, the girls had shrunk themselves to a mere quarter-inch tall.
All thoughts of fun and amusement fled when the shrinking process had finally stopped. At first the girls had just stood there, confused. They were so utterly tiny--Kristen's bedroom had seemed like an entire universe. The pile of dirty laundry was a mountain. Her textbooks piled on the floor seemed as tall as a skyscraper. The incandescent lamp centered in the ceiling overhead shined down on them like the sun.
Shantay was the first to notice the spider in the corner of the room. The beast, easily as big as the tiny girls, was resting in her web, her spindly legs stretched out in all directions.
The girls had screamed--and screamed.
They ran. They ducked right under the crack in Kristen's door and ran down the hall to Claire's bedroom. The sprint felt like miles. They ran as hard as they could, imagining the spider running after them, getting closer and closer. By the time they ducked under Claire's door, both girls were tired and worn out.
The spider hadn't followed.
Claire had to get up early for work and was already asleep. Not finding an easy way to climb up onto Claire's bed, the two minuscule girls--after catching their breath--came up with a plan.
Claire's purse was on the floor, knocked over sideways. Kristen and Shantay ran to it and climbed inside. Claire would have to pick up her purse tomorrow morning, and that would provide an easy opportunity for Kristen and Shantay to climb out to get her attention. It sure beat the alternative of jumping up and down on the floor and risk getting stepped on. Or sleeping out in the open, where the spider--or anything else for that matter--could get them.
The girls had settled in for the night amidst the contents of Claire's purse. Claire's compact, wallet, keys, cell-phone--these were all enormous to Kristen and Shantay, bigger than cars from their perspective.
High on adrenaline and fear, an arguement had started between the girls. Shantay was tired and scared. She blamed Kristen for getting them into this mess. In return Kristen had gotten defensive. She didn't want to directly admit she had a fetish for being tiny. She had just wanted to experience being doll-sized, not micro-sized! Kristen had yelled back at her roommate. The argument escalated from there into a yelling match which went on for seemingly hours.
Finally, throats horse from shouting, the girls had moved to opposite ends of Claire's purse to get some sleep. In the morning they would try to get help.
"What if Claire can't reverse this?" Shantay said, breaking the silence and bringing Kristen's thoughts back to the present. "I didn't ask last night because I was scared of the answer--does that shrink-gun have a "reverse" setting?"
Kristen grunted with the effort of the climb. The opening to Claire's purse was close now, only a few feet ahead. "Yes--yes I think so. I..." Kristen didn't finish. The words died in her throat. She was too ashamed to admit that in her excitement to experience her doll-fantasy, she hadn't completely read the instructions for the gun.
Shantay pulled herself up a few more inches. "I keep having this deep sense of foreboding that we'll be stuck like this forever."
"No, don't think like that. Claire will help us. We'll get her attention, she'll get the gun and figure out how to reverse this. She's smart like that."
"I hope you're right," Shantay said. "I don't look forward to spending any more nights camping out in here."
The two girls chuckled, the thick tension between the two releasing somewhat as they climbed toward the lip of Claire's purse. Inch by inch they climbed until finally--hot, sweaty, and exhausted--the girls pulled themselves up over the edge of the the purse. Grunting with effort, the girls each swung a leg up over the lip, so they were sitting, straddling the lip of the purse.
"We did it!" Kristen said; sweat ran down her face.
"Finally. Oh man, the fresh air feels so good," Shantay said.
Kristen looked to her right, across the chasm of Claire's purse. In the distance was Claire herself, dressed for work in an a black skirt and tight fitting white blouse with a nametag tacked over her left breast--her short red hair gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the kitchen window. She was bent over a drawer in the counter, fishing something out.
Kristen reached out and grabbed Shantay's hand in excitement, almost upending them and sending them falling back down into the depths of Claire's purse.
"Careful girl!" Shantay shouted as she tried to regain her balance.
"Look, it's Claire. HEY CLAIRE OVER HERE! Help me shout. The sooner she sees us the sooner she can help us."
The two girls waved their arms frantically and shouted to their giant roomate.
***
Why do they put dirty silverware back in the drawer? Claire thought. She dug through the pile of utensils until she found a spoon that wasn't too smeared with water-spots. She turned and headed back to the table. She looked at the spoon, turned it over and over, making sure there wasn't any grit or dried food clung to it. This is why we need a dishwasher, she thought. Then we could just pile stuff in there and the dishes would always get done.
Busy inspecting the spoon, Claire took one step too many and bumped into the kitchen table, making a considerable racket. Milk sloshed over the edge of the cereal bowl onto the table.
"Ow!" Claire said, her free hand went down to rub her hip where she ran into the table. Hopefully it wouldn't bruise.
***
"Keep waving, here she comes," Kristen said.
Shantay waved her arms crazily. "Hey what is she doing? She's not paying any attention. Is she checking her makeup in that spoon or something? Oh! Look out, she's going to--"
Claire bumped the table with her hip. To Kristen and Shantay, it felt like an earthquake. The girls screamed, teetered, reached out for something to hold on to. Their outstretched hands grabbed nothing but air. The force of Claire's impact was too great, and the girls toppled sideways out of Claire's purse.
Kristen let out a feeble, "woooah!" as she somersaulted downward. The world spun. Her stomach lurched up into her throat as she fell, and her long blond hair whipped around her face. A moment later she plunged into icy cold liquid. The liquid was so frigidly cold it shocked Kristen's system. She screamed out in shock; liquid flooded her mouth. Her eyes sprang open--the liquid was mirky white around her.
Air. She needed air, she couldn't breath. She had to concentrate hard not to breath the liquid into her lungs. The sensation was like being thrown into a swimming pool filled with ice-cubes, but the liquid that flooded into Kristen's mouth wasn't water--it was milk.
She kicked, pushed, struggled in the direction she felt was up towards the surface. There were solid objects all around her, impeding her progress. She needed to breath. Panic was setting in. Her eyes grew wider--bulged--ice-cold milk stung them, but she didn't care. She had to keep swimming!
Kristen pushed aside a rough, flat object and broke through the milk's surface. Her body immediately sucked in much needed air. She breathed--great huge sharp breaths--one after another until she finally calmed down. She reached up and wiped the milk away from her eyes as best she could. When she could finally see enough to look around clearly, she let out a gasp at what she saw.
Surrounding her, floating in the milk, were huge rock-like flakes, nuts the size of boulders, and raisins twice as big as she was. As she shivered from the cold, her legs kicking to keep her afloat, Kristen's mind seized on the terrifying truth of what had happend. Oh my God--I've fallen in Claire's cereal bowl!
Panic gripped Kristen's chest like a clawed beast. She felt the blood drain from her face, her muscles tensed. She started shivering even worse--not just because of the cold milk she was immersed in, but also from fear. Shit, Claire doesn't know we're here! she thought.
At that moment, Kristen spotted movement above her. She looked up and watched as Claire pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. A spoon was in Claire's hand.
"Fuck!" Kristen had never been known to swear, but when she saw Claire's spoon gleaming in the sunlight, the f-bomb slipped out in a rush. Directly above Kristen, Claire's huge face filled her vision. Kristen's roomate gazed down at the cereal, taking no notice of Kristen's tiny presence among the flakes. Kristen had always felt Claire was beautiful--guys from class repeatedly asked Kristen to introduce them to her--but now Claire's enormous visage was terrifying.
Kristen tried to yell out. Her voice came out in a shaky squeak. Come on girl, she thought, you've got to do something! She tried again, but no sound would come out of her--she was too frightened.
Claire reached down and dipped her spoon into the cereal--mere inches from were Kristen treaded milk. Kristen could only watch in terror as Claire lifted the spoon away, carrying a load of flakes and milk and nuts. That could have been me, she thought as she watched Claire's jaw work as she chewed and swallowed the mouthful of food.
"Oh shit!" a voice cried out.
Kristen swung her head in the direction of the voice. "Shantay? Where are you?" She searched frantically for her friend--splashing milk all around in the process. Flakes and nuts were jutting out of the milk everywhere, making it difficult to see.
Claire's spoon came down once again, digging in like a crane and taking away another load of cereal.
Not far from Kristen a bran flake fell over as if pushed from the other side. Shantay was there, floating in the milk. She clung onto a massive raisin, using it to stay afloat.
Across the pool of cereal, the two girls stared at one another. Both were shivering, their hair and clothes plastered to their bodies by the cold milk. Shantay's eyes were wide with panic, her accusing stare burrowed right through Kristen as if to say, "You did this to us. This is all your fault. Now help me!"
Behind them, Claire gathered up another spoonful of cereal and carried it away. The loud crunching sound of chewing followed soon after.
Something broke inside Kristen. The realization finally hit her that if she and Shantay stayed where they were--they would be eaten. The thought was ridiculous, surreal--but the fact remained that they were in real danger. Claire was eating, taking away spoonful after spoonful of cereal. If they were to survive they had to get out of the bowl--now! Kristen swallowed the lump in her throat, met Shantay's gaze and called out to her, "She doesn't see us! Swim! Try to get to the edge, we have to get out of here before we're eaten! SWIM!"
Shantay didn't respond, but Kristen's command had at least sprung her into action. Shantay pushed off from her perch on the raisin and began to half swim, half push her way through the cereal.
Kristen spun, caught site of the edge of the bowl through the rocky outcroppings of floating flakes and nuts. She kicked and threw her arms forward, trying to swim through the muck. Behind her, she heard Claire's spoon scoop out another load of cereal. A small wave rippled through the milk, causing the bowl's contents to shift. Bran flakes shifted and collided with one another, a large sliver of an almond fell across Kristen's path like a freshly cut tree falling in the forest. Kristen changed direction. She could no longer see the edge of the bowl, but she knew she had to keep going, she couldn't stay in one place.
Her heart began to pound. Kristen knew she was going too slowly. The cereal was so tightly packed, it was like swimming through mud, not water. She constantly had to push against bran flakes or raisins to shift them just enough to let her slip by. Her arms hurt, her legs were getting fatigued. Panic started to set in. Her legs and arms started to become numb from the cold until her swim finally disintegrated into a desperate struggle. The edge of the bowl had to be close now. Where is it? Where is it? Kristen pushed another soggy bran flake out of her path.
That's when she heard the scream.
Startled, Kristen spun around toward the sound of the scream. What she saw made her gasp, her hands shot up to cover her mouth in horror; her eyes went wide. Claire's spoon was deposited deep in the cereal and was in the process of scooping out a large chunk. As Claire lifted the spoon into the air--it carried Shantay along with it!
Down in the milk and slop of the cereal, Kristen could only watch in terror. She wanted to call out, but her voice froze in her throat. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, her heart was pounding and she was shaking intensely. She felt completely helpless. The shrinking, hiding in Claire's purse, even falling into the cereal--it all felt like a dream, sure they were in danger but she never had any doubt things would turn out okay. But now the dream had changed to a nightmare.
Claire raised the spoon up from the bowl. Kristen watched in shock, unable to tear her gaze away. Shantay screamed and screamed. Perched in the middle of the spoon amidst the bran flakes and raisins, she flailed her arms and shouted. Her cries were so feeble at her size that even Kristen had a hard time hearing them as Shantay was carried up, up, and away.
The spoon rose up to Claire's face. Her lips parted; her mouth opened, her lips forming a perfect circle. Sunlight glinted off of white teeth and pink tongue. The spoon went forward, into Claire's mouth. Kristen lost sight of Shantay as Claire closed her mouth around the spoon. Claire's lips closed around the spoon, then she pulled it out, wiped clean.
Shantay was gone. Claire had never noticed the tiny struggling girl on her spoon.
When Claire began to chew, bile rose up in Kristen's throat. Her stomach lurched as the crunching sounds continued above. She had to concentrate hard not to throw up. Moments later, the hideous crunching stopped and was replaced by the wet sound of Claire swallowing.
Kristen was alone now, floating in the pool of cereal. Shantay was gone--eaten alive by her own roommate. Tears filled Kristen's eyes. She reached up and grabbed her hair with dripping hands and pulled until it hurt. My fault. Oh my God it's all my fault. She--she ate Shan! Kristen felt her sanity slide. Just moments ago she had been climbing out of Claire's purse in relative safety. All they had to do was get Claire's attention. But now--the most horrible of accidents had happened. Shantay, her roommate and friend, was now gone--disappeared into the depths of Claire's stomach.
Please wake me from this nightmare, Kristen thought, please, please. This wasn't supposed to happen.
The spoon came down again; Claire continued eating, oblivious to anything out of the ordinary.
As Claire ate, Kristen sobbed; her tears leaving streaks down her face. Claire's spoon swooped down again and again. When it got too close Kristen yelled in terror and kicked with her legs. Her feet sank into a mushy bran flake, making it feel like she had just stepped in quicksand. She pushed again, but didn't move. The cereal was constantly shifting and moving, and now Kristen found herself in a tightly packed area of flakes and nuts. She pushed at the flakes. They wouldn't move, her hands simply tore wet chunks off, making the milk even more thick and soggy.
Spoonful after spoonful were lifted away by Claire. Kristen turned in circles, desperate for escape. She was surrounded! She couldn't budge any of the almonds or raisins enough to create a path towards the edge of the bowl. What do I do? Oh my God what do I do? She wiped the tears from her eyes. There didn't seem to be any hope of swimming out of the bowl--the only chance of escape would be to somehow get Claire's attention. Kristen looked up at her friend's enormous face. Claire was busy chewing at the moment, looking off to the side--probably reading one of those celebrity magazines she always had with her. She wasn't even looking at the bowl!
"C--Claire?" Kristen said, testing her voice. The sound was meek and shaky. No, no! I've got to try harder! If she was to get out of this nightmare, she would have to muster her strength. Survival meant getting Claire's attention. She filled her lungs and tried again.
"CLAIRE," Kristen shouted. "LOOK DOWN. I'M IN YOUR CEREAL." Kristen's voice broke off into a coughing fit. It hurt to scream so loud.
Claire's spoon came into view, and started downward...down...down.
it was heading straight at Kristen.
No no no! Kristen's mind was on fire with terror. She turned, and like a drowning man desperately trying to make it to shore she swam for her life as the spoon descended. The spoon dipped under her, bran flakes and raisins shifted and closed in on Kristen, blocking her escape. A moment later her stomach lurched into her throat as she was lifted into the air.
Higher.
Higher.
Claire's face came closer and closer--so close that Kristen could see the tiny pores and hairs on Claire's skin, the dark holes of her nostrils, and the fine cracks in her lips. Kristen pushed at the cereal around her with all her might, trying to dislodge anything she could so she could jump from the spoon.
Up ahead Claire's mouth loomed closer.
"CLAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIRRRRE!" Kristen yelled. She put all her strength into the scream, yelling as long and loudly as she could until her voice gave out. She struggled, pushed, kicked--a chunk of almond fell across her body, further pinning her in place. It might as well have been a steel girder--Kristen couldn't budge it.
Forward now. Closer. Closer. Claire's lips and nose were the only things in Kristen's vision now. She stopped struggling. It was no use. She couldn't jump and her efforts to get Claire's attention had failed. Kristen clenched her teeth and tensed her body for the inevitable. She threw her hands out in front of her as if she could push Claire away. A whimper escaped her lips as Claire's mouth started to open.
Claire's full pink lips parted; her mouth opened up wide...
...wider...and wider...
...until finally revealing an enormous pink, wet cavern.
Forward--and forward again. Kristen traveled towards Claire's open waiting mouth. Time seemed to slow. Hot breath floated from Claire's throat to envelop Kristen, warming her--a stark contrast to the icy cold milk she swam in. Kristen started to gulp air; she was hyperventilating, struggling to breathe as she stared at her destination. She had never been so scared in her life.
Sunlight shown in through the kitchen window, illuminating Claire's mouth. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, the only thing to break up the brilliant whiteness was a filling on one of Claire's lower molars. Kristen stared at those powerful teeth--knowing that they would be used to crush her into pulp.
Claire's tongue, wet with saliva and remnants of cereal, gleamed and sparkled in the light. It gently moved and rippled, as if it couldn't keep still. Kristen could see small bumps--taste buds--along its wriggling surface. For a moment Kristen gruesomely wondered what she would taste like. Down the center of Claire's tongue ran a thick fissure; Kristen followed the center-line of Claire's tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. At the back, bathed in sunlight, was Claire's throat. All fear of Claire's teeth were replaced in Kristen's mind when she saw Claire's wet, shining throat. This was by far the scariest thing she'd seen yet. Claire's throat was wide and deep, the back wall glistened in the sunlight, its wet surface reflecting light as if it were coated in glass. Claire's soft palate raised and lowered with each breath, her long, thick uvula pointed down into the deep dark chasm, where not even sunlight could penetrate. Claire's uvula swung and danced between boulder-sized tonsils almost mockingly, as if to say, "Here's where you're going Kristen, right down here."
The tiny woman on the spoon sat rigid in the milk, her gaze lost in the dark depths of Claire's throat.
Closer.
Closer.
A shadow fell over Kristen as the spoon passed between Claire's lips. Kristen felt faint; she struggled to stay conscious. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Claire's throat or from Claire's uvula as hot breath washed over her body. Around her, she was quickly becoming surrounded by teeth and gums and tongue.
A strong desire to see the world for the last time filled Kristen's soul. She finally tore her gaze from Claire's throat, twisted her body at the waist and looked back over her shoulder. Claire's mouth began to close. Kristen looked out at the kitchen through Claire's teeth and lips. She saw the kitchen window--and outside, trees and blue sky. It was a nice day.
The sliver of light got smaller and smaller, until Claire's lips touched, and Kristen was enveloped in darkness.
Claire extracted the spoon from her mouth. Kristen fell onto Claire's tongue in a heap of milk and cereal. Milk splashed everywhere, surging and filling all corners of Claire's mouth. It was pitch black, Kristen couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, everything began to move. Claire's tongue rolled, sweeping cereal to the side in one quick motion. Kristen knew that Claire was about to start chewing. When the spoon was taken away, the almond pinning Kristen down had shifted. She could move again! As the food was being pushed between the huge, sharp molars, Kristen used her legs to push off from Claire's tongue in a last desperate leap in what felt like the opposite direction to which the food was going.
Kristen bounced off a raisin, fell, and skidded along Claire's tongue. Kristen felt the angle suddenly drop downwards, and she desperately dug both of her hands into the thick texture of Claire's tongue in a desperate attempt to keep from tumbling down Claire's throat.
Claire began to chew. Loud crunching sounds assaulted Kristen's ears. She couldn't believe she was still alive. It was a miracle she hadn't been crushed between Claire's molars. Claire's tongue was really moving now, flopping up and down as she chewed her mouthful of food. Kristen dug her nails into the carpet-like fibers of Claire's tongue and hung on. Milk and saliva splashed everywhere, threatening to knock Kristen from her perch. Tears started to flow again as glops of crushed food fell all around her.
Kristen gathered her strength and shouted despite her raw and torn throat. "CLAIRE PLEASE HEAR ME. I'M IN YOUR MOUTH! I'M IN YOUR MOUTH, STOP CHEWING! PLEEEEEEEAASE!"
Chunks of cereal, torn and mashed, mixed with the milk to create a thick paste. Wet glops of the stuff rained down around Kristen. In front of her, a huge ball of the stuff was forming on Claire's tongue.
Kristen's grip started to slip. Milk flowed over her body in a wave, rushing down into Claire's throat.
Suddenly....silence. The chewing stopped.
Kristen held her breath. Claire's tongue lifted and pushed. A wet mass of chewed food slammed into Kristen. The force knocked her from Claire's tongue and carried her away.
Claire swallowed.
***
She lifted the bowl to her lips and finished off the last remnants of milk in the bottom. Claire thought about making another bowl, but when she looked at her watch she realized she was running late for work. She got up from the table and put the bowl in the sink to be washed later. In a rush, she grabbed her purse, fished out her keys, and ran for the door.
As she rushed towards the front door something caught the corner of her eye. Shantay's bedroom at the end of the hallway was open. Shantay loved privacy, and never left her door open, even when she was home. Claire walked down the hall and peeked in. Shantay wasn't in bed.
Hmmm, that's odd, Claire thought, she always sleeps in on Saturdays.
She turned around and gently knocked on Kristen's door. When she received no answer, she quietly opened the door and peeked in. Kristen wasn't in bed either.
I wonder where those crazy girls are? They never get up this early. Maybe they were out partying last night and crashed somewhere.
Claire shrugged her shoulders, closed Kristen's door, and headed out for work.
***
Thump thump. Thump-thump. Kristen listened to Claire's heartbeat. It was loud, pounding--but strangely soothing. She lay face up in a mound of chewed food that felt like thick clay. She couldn't move, but was surprised she could breath. Her eyes were growing accustomed to the dark, just enough that she could make out the folds of Claire's stomach walls. It was hot, unbearably so. Kristen felt warmth all around her body. Wait, it wasn't just the air that was warm--stomach acids were mixing in with the food. Kristen could feel the hot burning sensation as it soaked into her clothes and attacked her skin. She clenched her jaw and tried to take her mind off the pain.
Where was Shantay? She had to be in here somewhere. Had she survived like Kristen had? Swallowed alive? Or maybe she was digested already, her body converted to fuel and absorbed into Claire.
Kristen couldn't keep her thoughts focused. The pain was too much. Besides, the past was done. Over. Buying that shrink-gun was the worst thing she'd ever done, but there was no taking it back now. Someone would eventually go to her room and find it. She felt sorry for the poor soul who tried to use it. In a way she felt like she was getting what she deserved, for what happened to Shantay. If only Claire had looked down. If only Claire could have heard her screams. If only...
Claire's stomach contracted and expanded, performing its job of digestion. The air was hot, each minute it was becoming more difficult for Kristen to breath. Liquids washed over her body, threatening to drown her--but somehow she managed to stay afloat. She writhed in pain. Gastric acids attacked her skin, arms, legs. She tried to focus on Claire's heartbeat, and the churning motion of Claire's stomach.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kristen grew sleepy. Her breathing slowed. Her skin was on fire, but she grew calm. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Claire's heartbeat soothed her. Kristen closed her eyes. A moment later, she drifted beneath the surface of the remains of Claire's breakfast, to be absorbed into Claire's body.
THE END
Unaware Claire by ZS
(F/F, vore)
Claire walked into the kitchen and set her heavy purse down on the table. She let out a long breath and reached up to massage her aching neck. Why do I wake up with a stiff neck every morning? she thought. It could be the way she slept, or perhaps it was her beaten and worn out pillow. The poor thing needed to be replaced, but Claire was too lazy to head out to the store to get a new one. Too busy. With classes every day at the university, studying, and juggling a part-time job, it was hard to find time to get out for some much needed essentials.
Yawning, Claire made her way to the freezer, opened the door and looked inside. The freezer was an icy cave with nothing inside but two empty ice cube trays and a frozen pizza. The frozen waffles she had bought last week were gone, her roommates had seen to that. Frustrated, Claire closed the door.
"Well, it looks like cereal again today," Claire said aloud. She opened the lower door of the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk. When she got home later this evening, she was going to give those two roommates of hers a piece of her mind. Don't touch each other's food. It was a simple rule, wasn't it? So why did the other girls always insist on breaking it?
She tried to put the thought out of her mind. It was Saturday, and it was bad enough she had to go in to work today, but if she had to go in she didn't want to start the day all pissed off. Claire let out another sigh, placed the milk on the counter, and proceeded to gather a bowl from one cuboard and her box of Raisin Nut Bran cereal from another. She flipped open the box of cereal and poured herself a considerable portion. The flakes made a pleasant sound as they hit the bowl. Claire smiled to herself--she half expected her cereal to be empty too, another victim of the scavengers she lived with. She left the milk and box of cereal on the counter and took her bowl to the kitchen table. Claire set her bowl down next to her purse, suddenly realizing she hadn't grabbed a spoon..
***
"Come on, we're almost there, I can see light up ahead."
"I can't believe this. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever."
"Yeah yeah, you keep telling me that. Just keep climbing." Kristen reached up, grabbed another handful of cloth, and pulled herself toward the crack of light she could see above her. Through the crack, she could see the kitchen ceiling fan. They must be on the kitchen table. This was good news; once they climbed out of Claire's purse, they would be able to climb down onto the table to get her attention. Then they could find a way to reverse this mess they had gotten into.
Beside Kristen, Shantay huffed and puffed with the effort of climbing. Her dark skin blended in with the shadows of the purse, making her hard to see--like a moving female shadow with waist-length thick, black hair. By contrast, Kristen's pale white skin stood out against the dark fabric of the purse lining.
"Safe. Humph! You told me that stupid gun was safe!" Shantay said.
Kristen slowed her climb, made sure she had a good hand-hold of cloth before wiping away stray strands of hair that had become plastered to her face with sweat. She could tell her friend was still pissed. She hadn't cooled down one bit since their argument the night before. "Listen, I know you're angry, but let's not get at each other's throats again. I was tricked too ya know. I was told that thing was perfectly safe for us to use. Eight inches tall! That's what the manual said. I didn't know it would do this to us. It's done. All we can do now is follow through with the plan and get Claire's attention so she can help us. Okay?"
Shantey didn't answer, she turned her head away--jaw still clenched in anger--and continued to climb upwards towards the line of light above them. Kristen had never seen her friend this upset. She was sorry, and regretted she had ever found the shrink-gun for sale online. It was supposed to be just a fun little gag. The gun was supposed to shrink them--clothes and all--down to about the size of a Barbie doll. Kristen thought it would be fun for her and Shantay to shrink themselves--they could play around in Kristen's old dollhouse she had fished out of her parent's basement--for a few hours, maybe relive childhood just for a little while. It would be a nice break from the stresses of college and life in general. Just a distraction, just a fun little adventure...
But something had gone wrong. Last night Kristen and Shantay, drinking as usual on a Friday night, used the shrink-gun on themselves. But when the process was complete, the girls were amazed to find themselves not shrunken to the size of a Barbie, but much, much smaller. To their horror, the girls had shrunk themselves to a mere quarter-inch tall.
All thoughts of fun and amusement fled when the shrinking process had finally stopped. At first the girls had just stood there, confused. They were so utterly tiny--Kristen's bedroom had seemed like an entire universe. The pile of dirty laundry was a mountain. Her textbooks piled on the floor seemed as tall as a skyscraper. The incandescent lamp centered in the ceiling overhead shined down on them like the sun.
Shantay was the first to notice the spider in the corner of the room. The beast, easily as big as the tiny girls, was resting in her web, her spindly legs stretched out in all directions.
The girls had screamed--and screamed.
They ran. They ducked right under the crack in Kristen's door and ran down the hall to Claire's bedroom. The sprint felt like miles. They ran as hard as they could, imagining the spider running after them, getting closer and closer. By the time they ducked under Claire's door, both girls were tired and worn out.
The spider hadn't followed.
Claire had to get up early for work and was already asleep. Not finding an easy way to climb up onto Claire's bed, the two minuscule girls--after catching their breath--came up with a plan.
Claire's purse was on the floor, knocked over sideways. Kristen and Shantay ran to it and climbed inside. Claire would have to pick up her purse tomorrow morning, and that would provide an easy opportunity for Kristen and Shantay to climb out to get her attention. It sure beat the alternative of jumping up and down on the floor and risk getting stepped on. Or sleeping out in the open, where the spider--or anything else for that matter--could get them.
The girls had settled in for the night amidst the contents of Claire's purse. Claire's compact, wallet, keys, cell-phone--these were all enormous to Kristen and Shantay, bigger than cars from their perspective.
High on adrenaline and fear, an arguement had started between the girls. Shantay was tired and scared. She blamed Kristen for getting them into this mess. In return Kristen had gotten defensive. She didn't want to directly admit she had a fetish for being tiny. She had just wanted to experience being doll-sized, not micro-sized! Kristen had yelled back at her roommate. The argument escalated from there into a yelling match which went on for seemingly hours.
Finally, throats horse from shouting, the girls had moved to opposite ends of Claire's purse to get some sleep. In the morning they would try to get help.
"What if Claire can't reverse this?" Shantay said, breaking the silence and bringing Kristen's thoughts back to the present. "I didn't ask last night because I was scared of the answer--does that shrink-gun have a "reverse" setting?"
Kristen grunted with the effort of the climb. The opening to Claire's purse was close now, only a few feet ahead. "Yes--yes I think so. I..." Kristen didn't finish. The words died in her throat. She was too ashamed to admit that in her excitement to experience her doll-fantasy, she hadn't completely read the instructions for the gun.
Shantay pulled herself up a few more inches. "I keep having this deep sense of foreboding that we'll be stuck like this forever."
"No, don't think like that. Claire will help us. We'll get her attention, she'll get the gun and figure out how to reverse this. She's smart like that."
"I hope you're right," Shantay said. "I don't look forward to spending any more nights camping out in here."
The two girls chuckled, the thick tension between the two releasing somewhat as they climbed toward the lip of Claire's purse. Inch by inch they climbed until finally--hot, sweaty, and exhausted--the girls pulled themselves up over the edge of the the purse. Grunting with effort, the girls each swung a leg up over the lip, so they were sitting, straddling the lip of the purse.
"We did it!" Kristen said; sweat ran down her face.
"Finally. Oh man, the fresh air feels so good," Shantay said.
Kristen looked to her right, across the chasm of Claire's purse. In the distance was Claire herself, dressed for work in an a black skirt and tight fitting white blouse with a nametag tacked over her left breast--her short red hair gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the kitchen window. She was bent over a drawer in the counter, fishing something out.
Kristen reached out and grabbed Shantay's hand in excitement, almost upending them and sending them falling back down into the depths of Claire's purse.
"Careful girl!" Shantay shouted as she tried to regain her balance.
"Look, it's Claire. HEY CLAIRE OVER HERE! Help me shout. The sooner she sees us the sooner she can help us."
The two girls waved their arms frantically and shouted to their giant roomate.
***
Why do they put dirty silverware back in the drawer? Claire thought. She dug through the pile of utensils until she found a spoon that wasn't too smeared with water-spots. She turned and headed back to the table. She looked at the spoon, turned it over and over, making sure there wasn't any grit or dried food clung to it. This is why we need a dishwasher, she thought. Then we could just pile stuff in there and the dishes would always get done.
Busy inspecting the spoon, Claire took one step too many and bumped into the kitchen table, making a considerable racket. Milk sloshed over the edge of the cereal bowl onto the table.
"Ow!" Claire said, her free hand went down to rub her hip where she ran into the table. Hopefully it wouldn't bruise.
***
"Keep waving, here she comes," Kristen said.
Shantay waved her arms crazily. "Hey what is she doing? She's not paying any attention. Is she checking her makeup in that spoon or something? Oh! Look out, she's going to--"
Claire bumped the table with her hip. To Kristen and Shantay, it felt like an earthquake. The girls screamed, teetered, reached out for something to hold on to. Their outstretched hands grabbed nothing but air. The force of Claire's impact was too great, and the girls toppled sideways out of Claire's purse.
Kristen let out a feeble, "woooah!" as she somersaulted downward. The world spun. Her stomach lurched up into her throat as she fell, and her long blond hair whipped around her face. A moment later she plunged into icy cold liquid. The liquid was so frigidly cold it shocked Kristen's system. She screamed out in shock; liquid flooded her mouth. Her eyes sprang open--the liquid was mirky white around her.
Air. She needed air, she couldn't breath. She had to concentrate hard not to breath the liquid into her lungs. The sensation was like being thrown into a swimming pool filled with ice-cubes, but the liquid that flooded into Kristen's mouth wasn't water--it was milk.
She kicked, pushed, struggled in the direction she felt was up towards the surface. There were solid objects all around her, impeding her progress. She needed to breath. Panic was setting in. Her eyes grew wider--bulged--ice-cold milk stung them, but she didn't care. She had to keep swimming!
Kristen pushed aside a rough, flat object and broke through the milk's surface. Her body immediately sucked in much needed air. She breathed--great huge sharp breaths--one after another until she finally calmed down. She reached up and wiped the milk away from her eyes as best she could. When she could finally see enough to look around clearly, she let out a gasp at what she saw.
Surrounding her, floating in the milk, were huge rock-like flakes, nuts the size of boulders, and raisins twice as big as she was. As she shivered from the cold, her legs kicking to keep her afloat, Kristen's mind seized on the terrifying truth of what had happend. Oh my God--I've fallen in Claire's cereal bowl!
Panic gripped Kristen's chest like a clawed beast. She felt the blood drain from her face, her muscles tensed. She started shivering even worse--not just because of the cold milk she was immersed in, but also from fear. Shit, Claire doesn't know we're here! she thought.
At that moment, Kristen spotted movement above her. She looked up and watched as Claire pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. A spoon was in Claire's hand.
"Fuck!" Kristen had never been known to swear, but when she saw Claire's spoon gleaming in the sunlight, the f-bomb slipped out in a rush. Directly above Kristen, Claire's huge face filled her vision. Kristen's roomate gazed down at the cereal, taking no notice of Kristen's tiny presence among the flakes. Kristen had always felt Claire was beautiful--guys from class repeatedly asked Kristen to introduce them to her--but now Claire's enormous visage was terrifying.
Kristen tried to yell out. Her voice came out in a shaky squeak. Come on girl, she thought, you've got to do something! She tried again, but no sound would come out of her--she was too frightened.
Claire reached down and dipped her spoon into the cereal--mere inches from were Kristen treaded milk. Kristen could only watch in terror as Claire lifted the spoon away, carrying a load of flakes and milk and nuts. That could have been me, she thought as she watched Claire's jaw work as she chewed and swallowed the mouthful of food.
"Oh shit!" a voice cried out.
Kristen swung her head in the direction of the voice. "Shantay? Where are you?" She searched frantically for her friend--splashing milk all around in the process. Flakes and nuts were jutting out of the milk everywhere, making it difficult to see.
Claire's spoon came down once again, digging in like a crane and taking away another load of cereal.
Not far from Kristen a bran flake fell over as if pushed from the other side. Shantay was there, floating in the milk. She clung onto a massive raisin, using it to stay afloat.
Across the pool of cereal, the two girls stared at one another. Both were shivering, their hair and clothes plastered to their bodies by the cold milk. Shantay's eyes were wide with panic, her accusing stare burrowed right through Kristen as if to say, "You did this to us. This is all your fault. Now help me!"
Behind them, Claire gathered up another spoonful of cereal and carried it away. The loud crunching sound of chewing followed soon after.
Something broke inside Kristen. The realization finally hit her that if she and Shantay stayed where they were--they would be eaten. The thought was ridiculous, surreal--but the fact remained that they were in real danger. Claire was eating, taking away spoonful after spoonful of cereal. If they were to survive they had to get out of the bowl--now! Kristen swallowed the lump in her throat, met Shantay's gaze and called out to her, "She doesn't see us! Swim! Try to get to the edge, we have to get out of here before we're eaten! SWIM!"
Shantay didn't respond, but Kristen's command had at least sprung her into action. Shantay pushed off from her perch on the raisin and began to half swim, half push her way through the cereal.
Kristen spun, caught site of the edge of the bowl through the rocky outcroppings of floating flakes and nuts. She kicked and threw her arms forward, trying to swim through the muck. Behind her, she heard Claire's spoon scoop out another load of cereal. A small wave rippled through the milk, causing the bowl's contents to shift. Bran flakes shifted and collided with one another, a large sliver of an almond fell across Kristen's path like a freshly cut tree falling in the forest. Kristen changed direction. She could no longer see the edge of the bowl, but she knew she had to keep going, she couldn't stay in one place.
Her heart began to pound. Kristen knew she was going too slowly. The cereal was so tightly packed, it was like swimming through mud, not water. She constantly had to push against bran flakes or raisins to shift them just enough to let her slip by. Her arms hurt, her legs were getting fatigued. Panic started to set in. Her legs and arms started to become numb from the cold until her swim finally disintegrated into a desperate struggle. The edge of the bowl had to be close now. Where is it? Where is it? Kristen pushed another soggy bran flake out of her path.
That's when she heard the scream.
Startled, Kristen spun around toward the sound of the scream. What she saw made her gasp, her hands shot up to cover her mouth in horror; her eyes went wide. Claire's spoon was deposited deep in the cereal and was in the process of scooping out a large chunk. As Claire lifted the spoon into the air--it carried Shantay along with it!
Down in the milk and slop of the cereal, Kristen could only watch in terror. She wanted to call out, but her voice froze in her throat. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, her heart was pounding and she was shaking intensely. She felt completely helpless. The shrinking, hiding in Claire's purse, even falling into the cereal--it all felt like a dream, sure they were in danger but she never had any doubt things would turn out okay. But now the dream had changed to a nightmare.
Claire raised the spoon up from the bowl. Kristen watched in shock, unable to tear her gaze away. Shantay screamed and screamed. Perched in the middle of the spoon amidst the bran flakes and raisins, she flailed her arms and shouted. Her cries were so feeble at her size that even Kristen had a hard time hearing them as Shantay was carried up, up, and away.
The spoon rose up to Claire's face. Her lips parted; her mouth opened, her lips forming a perfect circle. Sunlight glinted off of white teeth and pink tongue. The spoon went forward, into Claire's mouth. Kristen lost sight of Shantay as Claire closed her mouth around the spoon. Claire's lips closed around the spoon, then she pulled it out, wiped clean.
Shantay was gone. Claire had never noticed the tiny struggling girl on her spoon.
When Claire began to chew, bile rose up in Kristen's throat. Her stomach lurched as the crunching sounds continued above. She had to concentrate hard not to throw up. Moments later, the hideous crunching stopped and was replaced by the wet sound of Claire swallowing.
Kristen was alone now, floating in the pool of cereal. Shantay was gone--eaten alive by her own roommate. Tears filled Kristen's eyes. She reached up and grabbed her hair with dripping hands and pulled until it hurt. My fault. Oh my God it's all my fault. She--she ate Shan! Kristen felt her sanity slide. Just moments ago she had been climbing out of Claire's purse in relative safety. All they had to do was get Claire's attention. But now--the most horrible of accidents had happened. Shantay, her roommate and friend, was now gone--disappeared into the depths of Claire's stomach.
Please wake me from this nightmare, Kristen thought, please, please. This wasn't supposed to happen.
The spoon came down again; Claire continued eating, oblivious to anything out of the ordinary.
As Claire ate, Kristen sobbed; her tears leaving streaks down her face. Claire's spoon swooped down again and again. When it got too close Kristen yelled in terror and kicked with her legs. Her feet sank into a mushy bran flake, making it feel like she had just stepped in quicksand. She pushed again, but didn't move. The cereal was constantly shifting and moving, and now Kristen found herself in a tightly packed area of flakes and nuts. She pushed at the flakes. They wouldn't move, her hands simply tore wet chunks off, making the milk even more thick and soggy.
Spoonful after spoonful were lifted away by Claire. Kristen turned in circles, desperate for escape. She was surrounded! She couldn't budge any of the almonds or raisins enough to create a path towards the edge of the bowl. What do I do? Oh my God what do I do? She wiped the tears from her eyes. There didn't seem to be any hope of swimming out of the bowl--the only chance of escape would be to somehow get Claire's attention. Kristen looked up at her friend's enormous face. Claire was busy chewing at the moment, looking off to the side--probably reading one of those celebrity magazines she always had with her. She wasn't even looking at the bowl!
"C--Claire?" Kristen said, testing her voice. The sound was meek and shaky. No, no! I've got to try harder! If she was to get out of this nightmare, she would have to muster her strength. Survival meant getting Claire's attention. She filled her lungs and tried again.
"CLAIRE," Kristen shouted. "LOOK DOWN. I'M IN YOUR CEREAL." Kristen's voice broke off into a coughing fit. It hurt to scream so loud.
Claire's spoon came into view, and started downward...down...down.
it was heading straight at Kristen.
No no no! Kristen's mind was on fire with terror. She turned, and like a drowning man desperately trying to make it to shore she swam for her life as the spoon descended. The spoon dipped under her, bran flakes and raisins shifted and closed in on Kristen, blocking her escape. A moment later her stomach lurched into her throat as she was lifted into the air.
Higher.
Higher.
Claire's face came closer and closer--so close that Kristen could see the tiny pores and hairs on Claire's skin, the dark holes of her nostrils, and the fine cracks in her lips. Kristen pushed at the cereal around her with all her might, trying to dislodge anything she could so she could jump from the spoon.
Up ahead Claire's mouth loomed closer.
"CLAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIRRRRE!" Kristen yelled. She put all her strength into the scream, yelling as long and loudly as she could until her voice gave out. She struggled, pushed, kicked--a chunk of almond fell across her body, further pinning her in place. It might as well have been a steel girder--Kristen couldn't budge it.
Forward now. Closer. Closer. Claire's lips and nose were the only things in Kristen's vision now. She stopped struggling. It was no use. She couldn't jump and her efforts to get Claire's attention had failed. Kristen clenched her teeth and tensed her body for the inevitable. She threw her hands out in front of her as if she could push Claire away. A whimper escaped her lips as Claire's mouth started to open.
Claire's full pink lips parted; her mouth opened up wide...
...wider...and wider...
...until finally revealing an enormous pink, wet cavern.
Forward--and forward again. Kristen traveled towards Claire's open waiting mouth. Time seemed to slow. Hot breath floated from Claire's throat to envelop Kristen, warming her--a stark contrast to the icy cold milk she swam in. Kristen started to gulp air; she was hyperventilating, struggling to breathe as she stared at her destination. She had never been so scared in her life.
Sunlight shown in through the kitchen window, illuminating Claire's mouth. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, the only thing to break up the brilliant whiteness was a filling on one of Claire's lower molars. Kristen stared at those powerful teeth--knowing that they would be used to crush her into pulp.
Claire's tongue, wet with saliva and remnants of cereal, gleamed and sparkled in the light. It gently moved and rippled, as if it couldn't keep still. Kristen could see small bumps--taste buds--along its wriggling surface. For a moment Kristen gruesomely wondered what she would taste like. Down the center of Claire's tongue ran a thick fissure; Kristen followed the center-line of Claire's tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. At the back, bathed in sunlight, was Claire's throat. All fear of Claire's teeth were replaced in Kristen's mind when she saw Claire's wet, shining throat. This was by far the scariest thing she'd seen yet. Claire's throat was wide and deep, the back wall glistened in the sunlight, its wet surface reflecting light as if it were coated in glass. Claire's soft palate raised and lowered with each breath, her long, thick uvula pointed down into the deep dark chasm, where not even sunlight could penetrate. Claire's uvula swung and danced between boulder-sized tonsils almost mockingly, as if to say, "Here's where you're going Kristen, right down here."
The tiny woman on the spoon sat rigid in the milk, her gaze lost in the dark depths of Claire's throat.
Closer.
Closer.
A shadow fell over Kristen as the spoon passed between Claire's lips. Kristen felt faint; she struggled to stay conscious. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Claire's throat or from Claire's uvula as hot breath washed over her body. Around her, she was quickly becoming surrounded by teeth and gums and tongue.
A strong desire to see the world for the last time filled Kristen's soul. She finally tore her gaze from Claire's throat, twisted her body at the waist and looked back over her shoulder. Claire's mouth began to close. Kristen looked out at the kitchen through Claire's teeth and lips. She saw the kitchen window--and outside, trees and blue sky. It was a nice day.
The sliver of light got smaller and smaller, until Claire's lips touched, and Kristen was enveloped in darkness.
Claire extracted the spoon from her mouth. Kristen fell onto Claire's tongue in a heap of milk and cereal. Milk splashed everywhere, surging and filling all corners of Claire's mouth. It was pitch black, Kristen couldn't see a thing. Suddenly, everything began to move. Claire's tongue rolled, sweeping cereal to the side in one quick motion. Kristen knew that Claire was about to start chewing. When the spoon was taken away, the almond pinning Kristen down had shifted. She could move again! As the food was being pushed between the huge, sharp molars, Kristen used her legs to push off from Claire's tongue in a last desperate leap in what felt like the opposite direction to which the food was going.
Kristen bounced off a raisin, fell, and skidded along Claire's tongue. Kristen felt the angle suddenly drop downwards, and she desperately dug both of her hands into the thick texture of Claire's tongue in a desperate attempt to keep from tumbling down Claire's throat.
Claire began to chew. Loud crunching sounds assaulted Kristen's ears. She couldn't believe she was still alive. It was a miracle she hadn't been crushed between Claire's molars. Claire's tongue was really moving now, flopping up and down as she chewed her mouthful of food. Kristen dug her nails into the carpet-like fibers of Claire's tongue and hung on. Milk and saliva splashed everywhere, threatening to knock Kristen from her perch. Tears started to flow again as glops of crushed food fell all around her.
Kristen gathered her strength and shouted despite her raw and torn throat. "CLAIRE PLEASE HEAR ME. I'M IN YOUR MOUTH! I'M IN YOUR MOUTH, STOP CHEWING! PLEEEEEEEAASE!"
Chunks of cereal, torn and mashed, mixed with the milk to create a thick paste. Wet glops of the stuff rained down around Kristen. In front of her, a huge ball of the stuff was forming on Claire's tongue.
Kristen's grip started to slip. Milk flowed over her body in a wave, rushing down into Claire's throat.
Suddenly....silence. The chewing stopped.
Kristen held her breath. Claire's tongue lifted and pushed. A wet mass of chewed food slammed into Kristen. The force knocked her from Claire's tongue and carried her away.
Claire swallowed.
***
She lifted the bowl to her lips and finished off the last remnants of milk in the bottom. Claire thought about making another bowl, but when she looked at her watch she realized she was running late for work. She got up from the table and put the bowl in the sink to be washed later. In a rush, she grabbed her purse, fished out her keys, and ran for the door.
As she rushed towards the front door something caught the corner of her eye. Shantay's bedroom at the end of the hallway was open. Shantay loved privacy, and never left her door open, even when she was home. Claire walked down the hall and peeked in. Shantay wasn't in bed.
Hmmm, that's odd, Claire thought, she always sleeps in on Saturdays.
She turned around and gently knocked on Kristen's door. When she received no answer, she quietly opened the door and peeked in. Kristen wasn't in bed either.
I wonder where those crazy girls are? They never get up this early. Maybe they were out partying last night and crashed somewhere.
Claire shrugged her shoulders, closed Kristen's door, and headed out for work.
***
Thump thump. Thump-thump. Kristen listened to Claire's heartbeat. It was loud, pounding--but strangely soothing. She lay face up in a mound of chewed food that felt like thick clay. She couldn't move, but was surprised she could breath. Her eyes were growing accustomed to the dark, just enough that she could make out the folds of Claire's stomach walls. It was hot, unbearably so. Kristen felt warmth all around her body. Wait, it wasn't just the air that was warm--stomach acids were mixing in with the food. Kristen could feel the hot burning sensation as it soaked into her clothes and attacked her skin. She clenched her jaw and tried to take her mind off the pain.
Where was Shantay? She had to be in here somewhere. Had she survived like Kristen had? Swallowed alive? Or maybe she was digested already, her body converted to fuel and absorbed into Claire.
Kristen couldn't keep her thoughts focused. The pain was too much. Besides, the past was done. Over. Buying that shrink-gun was the worst thing she'd ever done, but there was no taking it back now. Someone would eventually go to her room and find it. She felt sorry for the poor soul who tried to use it. In a way she felt like she was getting what she deserved, for what happened to Shantay. If only Claire had looked down. If only Claire could have heard her screams. If only...
Claire's stomach contracted and expanded, performing its job of digestion. The air was hot, each minute it was becoming more difficult for Kristen to breath. Liquids washed over her body, threatening to drown her--but somehow she managed to stay afloat. She writhed in pain. Gastric acids attacked her skin, arms, legs. She tried to focus on Claire's heartbeat, and the churning motion of Claire's stomach.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kristen grew sleepy. Her breathing slowed. Her skin was on fire, but she grew calm. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Claire's heartbeat soothed her. Kristen closed her eyes. A moment later, she drifted beneath the surface of the remains of Claire's breakfast, to be absorbed into Claire's body.
THE END