Jackson I
By: Eurovore
Uh oh…it’s a disclaimer! The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic violence, non-consensual vore and chewing. Please do not read if you are offended by such subject matter. As stated, this is a work of fantasy and in no way does the author condone violence. If you wish to continue…I hope you enjoy reading it.
Jackson had been on the streets for five years now. As thirty approached he knew that one day soon he'd have to sort things out, get his act together and make it back home to Glasgow. So far he'd only made it to Liverpool and he'd been there for three months. At least there was a good shelter and so far the police seemed pretty tolerant to Liverpool's homeless community. He wandered through the park. It was one of those strange formal parks, all monuments and neat, geometric lawns and borders – but it was also right in the middle of the city and quiet. Few people came into it after dark, kids sometimes and people cutting through. Most nights there were also a few gay guys cruising around for sex. Usually they were wise enough to leave him alone and as such he let them be.
It was June and it had been a warm evening, dry too which was just as well. Jackson had been drinking since 10am and like most days, he was now well drunk. He'd stop drinking one day…just not today. He knew there was no way he was going to get into the shelter that night, too pissed, so he walked over to the huge centre piece of the park - a massive monument to those who'd died in the Great War. A 6 ft high, curved wall surrounded it, almost totally, with benches carved into it. The benches made a good place to lie and sleep. He lay down and stared up at the flood lit Radio City tower; changing colour, back and forth.
A guy walked into the circular area and sat on one of the stone ledges on the other side of the monument. He was a few years older than Jackson and taller too. Jackson guessed he was gay but the guy didn't pay much attention to Jackson – he just sat on the bench and smoked a cigarette. Jackson got up and went over, sitting down a few feet away from the guy. “Got a smoke mate?” he asked. The guy looked at Jackson, smiled and took a cigarette out of his packet and handed it to Jackson. “Sure no worries”. A fellow Scot thought Jackson, but judging by the accent…from the East coast. He'd been drinking too…he too was pretty well oiled, but his new clothes and expensive watch suggested he was not a fellow street dweller. “What you doin' so far from home?” Jackson slurred.
“Here on business for a couple of days, just been out for a couple of drinks and taking some air before I go back to my hotel.” The guy replied without looking up.
Looking for cock before you go back to your hotel more like, thought Jackson. “Where you staying?”
“Holiday Inn across from the train station.”
Jackson put his cigarette out, moved along the bench a bit and lay down. Stretching his legs out he nudged the other guy by mistake with his foot. The guy looked over at him and shifted away slightly.
“Sorry mate” Jackson offered, but the guy just continued to stare at the ground.
Jackson figured the guy was cool. Perhaps he was just taking the air, either way he'd not done the usual shite of trying to pick Jackson up. Guys often did. He was good looking…but he was straight…some fuckers just didn't grasp that and even if he told them he wasn't interested they would still try or worse offer him money.
The other guy had lit another cigarette. Jackson closed his eyes and in no time slipped into a drunken sleep. He couldn't have been asleep for long…you don't sleep long or deep when you're on the street…it pays not to. He felt something at his foot and opened his eyes. The guy who'd been sitting next to him was kneeling on the ground and gently licking the soles of Jackson sneakers!
“What the fuck are you doing freak!” Jackson shouted as he sat up.
The guy jumped and fell backwards, ending up on his ass on the ground. He looked scared and so he should have been. Jackson went over, kicked the guy to the ground and planted his right foot on the guy's neck, pinning him to the ground.
“What do you think you are doing you bastard?”
The guy's eyes were bulging. He tried to push Jackson's foot away but Jackson just applied more pressure.
“Well – what where you doing?”
The guy spluttered,” what the fuck do you think I was doing!”
Jackson laughed and lifted his foot of the guy. “Cocky little shit aren't you? I should beat the crap out of you.”
The guy sat up and looked at Jackson. “I'm sorry mate…your right, I was bang out of order. Just a bit pissed and very horny.”
“Well I aint interested…so remember that. What sort of freak licks someone's sneakers…and the soles too…that's sick.”
The guy rubbed his now reddening neck and looked up at Jackson. “mate I have apologised…I'll not try that one again that's for sure but just let's leave analysis of my fetish out of it!!!”
Jackson looked at the fucker and smirked. “Well mate give me your money and your watch and, I'll a) not kick the shit out of you and b) give you a taste of my feet you'll never forget!”
`Fuck you' the guy said under his breath and started to walk away.
Jackson grabbed the lad by the arm, swung him around and landed him a hard punch in the gut. The guy doubled up and fell back to the ground. Jackson jumped on him with both feet square on the chest. The guy gasped in pain, winded. Jackson stomped one foot hard down on the lads face and knelt down planting his knee on his chest. He rummaged around in the guys pocket, extracting money, hotel key and cigarettes. Jackson stood up and looked down at the guy lying there winded on floor. The guy's arm was down by his side and Jackson stood hard down on his fingers, crushing them. To stifle the guys scream he forced the toe of his trainer into the guy’s mouth.
“Now you may think that this is your reward for being so generous with your money…but I've got better plans for you. By the time I'm through with you you'll never want to go near another guys trainers again. Think of it as free aversion therapy!”
Jackson had been able to shrink things at will as long as he could remember. He didn't do it very often…he never wanted to be `discovered' and exploited as some sort of freak. As an adult he'd only done it a couple of times, mostly for sexual kicks. In his early twenties, before the drinking caught hold, he'd had a girl friend and he'd shrink her down, at her request, and they'd have great fun together. She'd gone along time ago and these days he usually only did it to get himself out of real trouble.
The guy now sat stunned in the palm of Jackson's hand. He was about three inches tall and now naked, shivering in fear. Jackson picked him up with his other hand and held the guy gently between his teeth like a cigarette, while he untied his sneaker. Taking the guy in one hand and the sneaker in the other he dropped his little three-inch captive into his sneaker and tipped it so the guy rolled down to the toe end.
The guy lay stunned in his smelly, damp trainer. The light coming from the open end was obliterated at Jackson put is foot back into the sneaker. He pushed down and the guy was squashed up between his toes and the end of the sneaker. Jackson stood up and wondered in the direction of the Holiday Inn.
Back in the guy’s hotel room, Jackson had a good look through the guy’s stuff; he found an American Express card and a set of keys for an Alfa Romeo. That should get me back to Glasgow tomorrow he thought, just a case of going to the hotel parking garage and seeing which Alfa reacted to the remote on the key. Cool. Jackson took a bottle of beer from the mini bar and lay down on the bed. The guy, who had so generously now given him a car and an Amex card was still inside his sneaker. I wonder if he made it, or did I manage to crush the little shit when I was walking over here? Jackson thought to himself, wiggling his toes in his shoe to see if he could feel the guy entrapped there. No reaction.
“These sneaker fetishist…just cant take the reality of it” he laughed to himself. He kicked off one and then the other sneaker. He picked the one with the guy in it and brought it up to his face, sticking his nose inside it and taking a whiff. “Fuck”, he recoiled from his sneaker…”rather him than me”. He tipped the little guy out into his hand and examined him. He was unconscious but breathing. Jackson got up and carrying the man in his hand he went through to the bathroom to take a piss. He stood there in the clean, tidy bathroom and smiled. A night at the Holiday Inn is certainly going to be better than sleeping in the park. He was almost finished pissing so he held the little guy upside down by the feet-in his fingers and lowered him so that he was hit square in the face by the stream of piss. As Jackson expected the guy spluttered into life. Jackson stopped pissing and turned the tap on in the sink to rinse off his little captive.
Jackson went back through to the bedroom and took another beer. Holding the little guy up to his face he smiled. “Enjoy that did you? You started it mate - I only gave you what you wanted!”
The guy said nothing, just looked stunned. Jackson laughed. “It doesn't last for ever you know. You would grow back to normal. I can shrink you, but I have no control over when it wears off. Usually lasts a few hours, but beyond that I don't know – and that kinda presents me with a problem. You see I'm kinda hungry and while I could call room service – why bother when you are here?”
The guy started to scream, shaking his head and trying to squirm out of the massive grip of Jackson's fist. The realisation of what Jackson was threatening dawning on him.
Jackson just laughed. “You see what I want to do is swallow you whole, in one lovely gulp. I want to feel what it is like to have a little fucker like you in my stomach, feel you wiggle and trying to escape. Problem is that you could start growing before I digest you. That could be very uncomfortable for me! Adds a whole new dimension to indigestion don't you think? So my little snack it looks like its crunch time for you. Well I assume you'll be kinda crunchy.”
Jackson tipped his head back and dropped his screaming little snack into his vast mouth. Rolling the guy around on his tongue Jackson thought of how strange it felt to have this little person in his mouth. He chewed a little – just to aid the digestion process and swallowed.
It was about 2pm when Jackson pulled off the M6 at the service area just past Lancaster. He liked the car but would have to ditch it when he got to Glasgow. He went into the toilet and took a dump. As he flushed he smiled to himself and thought – thanks for the ride mate…I'll do that again someday I hope…very tasty.