And you miss. The ball bounces twice off the rim and then falls to the floor, amid the sounds of girls laughter. Lauren quickly gallops over to you to continue her taunts, although this time they seem much more real to you.
“You have T-U-R!” She says. “One more and you’re gonna be a TUUUURRRRDD!” You begin to think about this as a very real possibility as she jumps around you in circles. If you miss another shot, you’re going to spend the rest of your life digesting inside her young body. She’ll taunt you for a while, then you’ll black out and before the end of the day she’ll squeeze out and flush away any remains of you. What started as a game has suddenly become very real for you, as she still dances around in celebration.
Lauren gets the basketball again and, with most of the class now watching on, moves to take her fourth shot.
“I’m gonna go easy on you.” She says as she sets up a mid range shot. Not quite as easy as the two you missed intentionally earlier, but still, it should be a gimme for you. She takes and makes the shot easily. This time she doesn’t clap or taunt you as the shot goes in. Her classmates cheer a little bit, but she just grabs the ball and passes it to you. You hear a few of the girls taunt in a sing songy voice… “You’re gonna be a tur-urd!”
You listen to their taunts and you find yourself overwhelmed with that shameful erotic feeling. You really expected that the erotic urge to be digested by someone less than half your age would go away with the prospect of it actually happening, but if anything it has become even more disorienting. You look under the basket. There’s Lauren standing there with her eyes closed and her fingers on both hands crossed repeatedly whispering “please please please” to herself.
You line up the shot. You know you can make it easily, but suddenly you begin to wonder if you want to. You look at the adorable Lauren and imagine just how elated she’ll be if you miss. You think of how she and her friends will tease and celebrate, and you think of how your body will feel sliding down her throat. You think about the massive orgasm you’ll no doubt have, followed by blacking out into nothingness. You think about what it means for your future. No growing old and needing to worry about life after college or taxes or retirement. You think of your soft brown remains being pushed into one of the school toilets. You think of her smiling to herself as she wipes away what’s left of you and flushes it all away. Everything that you are reduced to a massive pile of shit in her tiny intestines. You can miss the shot now and that’s all you ever need to worry about for the rest of your life.
What do you do? Do you try to sink the shot? Or do you embrace your fate and accept that in a few hours you’re going to be a big stinking Lauren poo?
