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By: Giantguy
so you're in your last year of pre med and you're working part time
at the university hospital MRI lab, plus getting paid by the
athletics department to tutor some of the failing football players
to get them through Bio 101. it's a pain in the ass, but it's
money.
i show up for a make up session late as you are finishing your shift
in the MRI lab. I come barrelling in with a bag of burgers -- you
look at me and roll your eyes, thinking, what a dumbass.
"You can't have that in here. I have to tell you that every time."
"Shit Jake, I gotta eat man. Been working out for three hours man,
Coach is on me to gain some."
"Gain? Aren't you 220?"
"230, gotta pack it on man."
"Whatever. Hang on, just have to check the calibration and then
I'm done."
"Hurry the fuck up man."
You go into the main room, crawling into the tube to check the
equipment one last time before closing up. You see movement out of
the corner of your eye -- I'm bored, playing with the control panel.
"GREG, YOU DUMBSHIT! LEAVE THAT ALONE!" You turn to yell at me and
crack your head on the inside of the tube. At the same time, the
machine whirrs as the power is switched on, whining from an
overload. Everything lights up around you, and then goes dark as
you are covered by some kind of heavy, thick canvas.
You are dizzy and disoriented -- the canvas is pulled away and you
see me over you ... you blink, something has to be wrong ... I look
huge and far away at the same time. You look around ... you are
standing naked on a huge blue pile of cloth ... you almost fall over
as you realize it is your hospital scrubs -- you are four inches
tall.
"GREG WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"
My voice booms down at you. "I DUNNO... I'M A DUMBSHIT, REMEMBER?"
I reach down at you ... picking you up ... you can hear a loud
growling sound ... you realize it is my stomach. The wind is
knocked out of you as I lift you up to my face.
"Dumbshit is right! We have to figure out how you did this! Take
me in the control room!"
A look crosses my face.
"DON'T THINK SO, JAKE."
The first pump of adrenalin goes through you.
"What? What do you mean, you don't think so?"
"IF THEY FIGURE OUT I BROKE THAT FUCKIN' THING I'M GETTIN KICKED OUT
OR LOSING MY SCHOLARSHIP AND THERE AIN'T NO WAY I'M GONNA DO THAT."
I grin... a huge, mean grimace. "AND NOBODY CALLS ME A DUMBSHIT.
FACT IS, YOU LOOK LIKE A PIECE OF SHIT RIGHT NOW."
You just freeze in my hand, feeling my hot breath down on you.
"A... a... piece of shit?"
"THAT'S RIGHT MAN. LEAST YOU'RE GONNA BE ONE." My mouth gapes
open. "I'M HUNGRY AS FUCK."
Next thing you know you are launched into the cavern of my mouth. I
bounce you on my tongue a few times, then push you against the roof
of my mouth, covering you with thick saliva. The light turns red as
my lips close and you can hear my laughter booming through my whole
body. You scramble against my tongue, but you are pulled back,
flipped to the opening of my throat. Another laugh, and I swallow.
My throat muscles flex and tighten around you, and then you are
squeezed down, the strong muscles massaging you as you drop down my
throat and into my warm, dark gut. A pocket of gas trapped in my
stomach lets you breathe, as you struggle in the hot, moist
darkness.
The door to the lab swings open, and your supervisor pokes his head
in. He sees me, with a mouthful of something, gulping and
swallowing.
"Hey -- seen Jake? He's supposed to sign out."
I swallow again, and then grin.
"Ain't seen him -- came looking for him, nobody here."
The doctor frowns. "You're not supposed to eat in here."
I just smirk and walk out into the hallway. As I pass the doctor,
he stops me.
"Did you hear that? Was that Jake?"
I belch, long and loud.
"Aw doc, bet that was just my stomach growling. Does that when I'm
hungry."