Vore Thoughts
By: Semibu
‘What’s eating you?’
What is it with you and Thomas? Well, maybe you’re now
finding out. Maybe you’re now discovering the terrifying
truth about him and the dreadful truth about yourself.
It’s quite simple really. You’ve always been jealous of
him. He’s younger than you. He’s handsome. He’s popular.
Whenever you arrive at work at the same time it’s ‘Hi
Thomas! How are you?’ You might just as well be wearing
the cloak of invisibility, and at last week’s office
barbecue by the pool, you wish you had been wearing the
cloak of invisibility. The sun shone, the shirts came off
and all eyes turned to you-know-who. ‘Wow, Thomas!’
It was a scene from some gay ‘Wuthering Heights’: The
butterflies swarmed. You lusted after him. You wanted
him. You hated him. You had abused your position
attempting to fulfil your wishes. Alas, your every
selfish move to undermine him and make him bow to your
authority failed. He was picking up every last grain of
respect you were losing. Almost completely eclipsed by
his boyish smile and sickeningly perfectly sexy
personality, you decided it was time to bring him down to
size. He must pay for all those sleepless nights and your
hideous misery and dark frustration!
But even in bringing you to your knees in the privacy of
that back room, he did so with an apologetic grin. He
even ruffled your hair and patted your head as your
clothes fell away from your shrinking body. This wasn’t
the first time you had yelled out his name, only this
time it wasn’t in that coffee-demanding rasp of yours.
No. This time it was a confused and rather pitiful squeak
as you held back the tears of terror.
How typical of Thomas to sympathise with you as he
stooped down and scooped you up in his hands. Many a time
you had considered being alone with him in the back room,
but in your sordid fantasies it was always you looking
down at him. However, the dream had become a nightmare.
He was looking down at you and explaining that he’d
always suspected your desires. He wasn’t angry. He was
flattered. If only you had talked to him. He would have
understood. The only problem, though, was not the age
difference but the simple fact that Thomas is straight,
very straight indeed.
You dared not enquire as to his intentions. You simply
begged him not to hurt you. At first you were relieved to
hear his soothing, laughing voice explaining that he had
no wish to hurt you. He didn’t even want to frighten you.
That relief would soon turn sour. He wanted you out of
harms way, gone without a trace. Thomas cleared his
throat and announced slowly and succinctly that he had
though long and hard about this over the months and had
decided that the best thing he could do was to…swallow
you!
‘Swallow you! Swallow you! Swallow you!’ echoed around
your tiny mind. ‘Please!’ you cried in horror, ‘no!’ For
the first time ever you sensed an evil about him, a
sinister and cruel streak that, prior to meeting you,
Thomas had never known existed. He lowered you to his
belly button and proclaimed that there was nothing in
there except a ravenous appetite for your helpless life.
Lost for words, you beheld the muscular expanse you had
once so admired from afar. There were eager rumbles from
within, an emptiness almost calling your name.
The swift ascent to his gloating smirk left you dizzy.
The lips you were certain should one day be yours to kiss
and savour were now parting in slow torment. The tongue
that you had one day intended to employ for your own
pleasures was soon fully extended and pressed against
your face and chest. Spluttering against a surge of thick
saliva, you called out to him again. He stifled a giggle
as the slick taste budded mattress eased you in – a
guarantee, as if it were needed, of the long deep sleep
awaiting you.
Remember his breath – sweet and hot, certainly no trace
of halitosis from lungs so clean and perfect. Remember
his pristine teeth, quivering uvular and ample tonsils.
Remember how he aligned the arch of his throat in
readiness for your dispatch. Remember the drop in air
pressure, the suction and consequent darkness. Remember
the rush of rippling, all-engulfing flesh as you were
hurled mercilessly into a sheer vertical tunnel of
remorseless greed.
Make the most of it, there won’t be too much time to
think and ponder. Those gentle walls now closing in
around you aren’t positioning you for comfort. You are
being made ready for digestion. That strange eye-watering
smell is the vapour from juices already at work around
your legs and waist. Can you feel the tingle? The young
man over whom you once drooled has drooled over you. You
have fallen prey to a quarry turned predator.
Thomas is now relieving you of vital oxygen and, as you
wonder how one so sweet and cute could ever release such
a disgusting noise, you struggle, wriggle and writhe. Be
grateful. This is his merciful way of sparing you the
discomfort of his acids. He returns to the throng. Who
would imagine that you’re safely tucked away within the
body admired by all? And so to that long deep sleep.
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Short reflections for small people