The Babysitter
With tired arms and heavy breathing, Sam began his journey over to the giant boy. The polyester comforter was difficult to walk on, but Sam pressed onward. Jacob's shirt was one size too small, exposing his belly button and the side of his love handle. Grabbing onto the elastic of the boy's soccer shorts, Sam pulled himself up and over his giant hip bone. It was strange, standing on top of a living, breathing human being. The ground under Sam's bare feet was warm and alive. And he felt an earthquake beneath him as Jacob's stomach growled.
The giant boy sat up and rubbed his tummy, knocking Sam down. The tiny teen screamed as his body was propelled across Jacob's polyester shorts. Sam grabbed onto a dangling elastic waist strap to keep himself from falling clean off.
"I'm STARVING!" Jacob yelled out loud, jumping off the bed and bursting through the door in search of food. Sam screamed as he dangled between the giant boy's legs. Jacob rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, unsure of what he wanted, but he knew he needed something in his belly. He opened the fridge.
Meanwhile, Sam was straining his entire body to keep from falling. He tried to imagine what would happen if he lost his concentration. The long fall. The splat. Darkness. He shuddered.
The tiny teen was dangling dangerously close to Jacob's boy parts. He looked up to see a disgusting lump protruding from the seam of the giant boy's shorts. He tried to forget about that terrible sight. "Must... Focus..." he told himself. But he couldn't. It smelled like rotten things and male extremities. Poor Sam couldn't even plug his nose. Both his hands were preoccupied, holding onto the bungee cords of Giant Jacob's shorts. Sam began to moan with exhaustion and nausea. He was going to get sick.
The stench was too much. Sam blacked out. Jacob felt a light pressure on the top of his foot but thought nothing of it. He hungrily unboxed the leftover Chinese food and started to heat it up.
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"Uhhh... My head..." Sam sat up, holding himself. He rubbed his eyes. Why is the ground so squishy? He thought.
Standing, he remembered everything. The smell. The long fall. The soft landing. His tiny body was saved by the soft skin of Jacob's foot. Sam looked around trying to find out where he was. Hearing mashing and chewing noises, he looked up Jacob's leg to see the giant boy happily gorging on a plate of Chinese food and sitting on the couch. He was doing something his mother would never have let him, putting his bare feet on the coffee table. The boy purred with happiness as he gulped down a fork-full of pork fried rice.
Meanwhile, Sam was also happy. Happy to be alive. The tiny teen hopped down off of Jacob's foot and onto the coffee table. The boy's giant toes curled with each bite. The sounds of Jacob's eating carried over to Sam's tiny sensitive ears, and it made the shrunken babysitter realize how hungry he was. He skipped lunch, and now it was twilight, and he hadn't eaten dinner.
Sure enough, Sam noticed a piece of sticky orange chicken sitting of the coffee table. It must have fallen off of Jacob's plate. It was tiny and insignificant to the giant boy, but to Sam, it was a feast. He ran over to it, strings of drool clinging to his lips. He put a hand on the surface of the piece of chicken. Still warm. Sam moaned with pleasure as he stuck both hands into the orange chicken and pulled out a handful. Biting in, it was the best chicken he'd ever tasted.
He was famished; he had to get more. He took out another handful, getting most of it on his face as he shoved it down the hatch. As he burrowed into the piece of chicken, Sam had to climb in farther and farther into the sticky chicken.
The tiny teen was so enamored, he hardly noticed when Jacob stopped eating.
"Missed one!" the satisfied boy said as he noticed one more piece of orange chicken sitting on the coffee table. He leaned over and with his thumb and index finger, picked up the chicken he'd dropped earlier.
"WOAH!" Sam shouted. The entire world of food around him shook and flew into the air. He looked up to see Jacob staring down at him, lovingly. Shifting his shoulders frantically, Sam tried to get out of the chicken, but he found he had adhered to the sticky coating. He was glued to the chicken, and on a one way trip down the giant boy's gullet.
Sam screamed as Jacob's face got bigger and bigger. The tiny teen's naked body was stuck to the surface, but he could wriggle a little bit. He writhed back and forth on the edge of Jacob's meal.
The boy's lips parted, revealing his wet tongue. Sam felt his hot breath and screamed. In one last attempt to get out of Jacob's digestive tract, Sam summed up all his energy and jumped out of the sticky chicken. He felt his body slide off of the piece of chicken and he fell with a SPLAT onto Jacob's upper lip.
The tiny teen was right above the giant boy's pink lip and right below his nose. Sam was still stuck to himself. He could barely move. He could only sit there as he watched the piece of chicken enter the boy's mouth. Jacob placed it on his tongue with his index finger and closed his mouth. Screaming, the tiny teen was thrust up and down as the giant boy chewed, mashing and grinding the chicken into a spitty mush. Jacob's lip quivered as he swallowed. It was like a mini-earthquake for Sam's tiny body. The giant boy exhaled with satisfaction.
"Oop..." Jacob felt a tiny bit of pressure on his lip. He knew a bit of the sticky chicken must have dribbled on his face.
"NO, JACOB, NO!" Sam saw the boy's lips part once more. His tongue rose like a snake and came up to clean his upper lip. The tiny teen screamed as he felt the warm tasting muscle suck him down into Jacob's mouth. He heard an audible "Hmmmmmm" come from the back of Jacob's throat as he tasted the last bit of sweet orange chicken sauce. But little did he know, his baby sitter was swept up in the sauce, sliding down into the center of the giant boy's mouth.
Jacob had no idea about Sam as he coated his babysitter with saliva behind his pink lips. Sam was no longer in control as he became lubed up in the boy's wet mouth. It smelled like rice and sweet duck sauce. The poor teen screamed for help, to no avail. After sucking up the last little bit of sauce, Jacob's reflexes kicked in. He sent the goopy mess down his throat with a obnoxious GLURK sound. Sam felt his body swimming farther down as the giant boy swallowed. He couldn't see anything as he was thrust into darkness.
The poor babysitter was surrounded in a gooey mess of half-digested Chinese food. He blacked out as his body passed into the boy's intestines.
The giant boy sat up and rubbed his tummy, knocking Sam down. The tiny teen screamed as his body was propelled across Jacob's polyester shorts. Sam grabbed onto a dangling elastic waist strap to keep himself from falling clean off.
"I'm STARVING!" Jacob yelled out loud, jumping off the bed and bursting through the door in search of food. Sam screamed as he dangled between the giant boy's legs. Jacob rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, unsure of what he wanted, but he knew he needed something in his belly. He opened the fridge.
Meanwhile, Sam was straining his entire body to keep from falling. He tried to imagine what would happen if he lost his concentration. The long fall. The splat. Darkness. He shuddered.
The tiny teen was dangling dangerously close to Jacob's boy parts. He looked up to see a disgusting lump protruding from the seam of the giant boy's shorts. He tried to forget about that terrible sight. "Must... Focus..." he told himself. But he couldn't. It smelled like rotten things and male extremities. Poor Sam couldn't even plug his nose. Both his hands were preoccupied, holding onto the bungee cords of Giant Jacob's shorts. Sam began to moan with exhaustion and nausea. He was going to get sick.
The stench was too much. Sam blacked out. Jacob felt a light pressure on the top of his foot but thought nothing of it. He hungrily unboxed the leftover Chinese food and started to heat it up.
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"Uhhh... My head..." Sam sat up, holding himself. He rubbed his eyes. Why is the ground so squishy? He thought.
Standing, he remembered everything. The smell. The long fall. The soft landing. His tiny body was saved by the soft skin of Jacob's foot. Sam looked around trying to find out where he was. Hearing mashing and chewing noises, he looked up Jacob's leg to see the giant boy happily gorging on a plate of Chinese food and sitting on the couch. He was doing something his mother would never have let him, putting his bare feet on the coffee table. The boy purred with happiness as he gulped down a fork-full of pork fried rice.
Meanwhile, Sam was also happy. Happy to be alive. The tiny teen hopped down off of Jacob's foot and onto the coffee table. The boy's giant toes curled with each bite. The sounds of Jacob's eating carried over to Sam's tiny sensitive ears, and it made the shrunken babysitter realize how hungry he was. He skipped lunch, and now it was twilight, and he hadn't eaten dinner.
Sure enough, Sam noticed a piece of sticky orange chicken sitting of the coffee table. It must have fallen off of Jacob's plate. It was tiny and insignificant to the giant boy, but to Sam, it was a feast. He ran over to it, strings of drool clinging to his lips. He put a hand on the surface of the piece of chicken. Still warm. Sam moaned with pleasure as he stuck both hands into the orange chicken and pulled out a handful. Biting in, it was the best chicken he'd ever tasted.
He was famished; he had to get more. He took out another handful, getting most of it on his face as he shoved it down the hatch. As he burrowed into the piece of chicken, Sam had to climb in farther and farther into the sticky chicken.
The tiny teen was so enamored, he hardly noticed when Jacob stopped eating.
"Missed one!" the satisfied boy said as he noticed one more piece of orange chicken sitting on the coffee table. He leaned over and with his thumb and index finger, picked up the chicken he'd dropped earlier.
"WOAH!" Sam shouted. The entire world of food around him shook and flew into the air. He looked up to see Jacob staring down at him, lovingly. Shifting his shoulders frantically, Sam tried to get out of the chicken, but he found he had adhered to the sticky coating. He was glued to the chicken, and on a one way trip down the giant boy's gullet.
Sam screamed as Jacob's face got bigger and bigger. The tiny teen's naked body was stuck to the surface, but he could wriggle a little bit. He writhed back and forth on the edge of Jacob's meal.
The boy's lips parted, revealing his wet tongue. Sam felt his hot breath and screamed. In one last attempt to get out of Jacob's digestive tract, Sam summed up all his energy and jumped out of the sticky chicken. He felt his body slide off of the piece of chicken and he fell with a SPLAT onto Jacob's upper lip.
The tiny teen was right above the giant boy's pink lip and right below his nose. Sam was still stuck to himself. He could barely move. He could only sit there as he watched the piece of chicken enter the boy's mouth. Jacob placed it on his tongue with his index finger and closed his mouth. Screaming, the tiny teen was thrust up and down as the giant boy chewed, mashing and grinding the chicken into a spitty mush. Jacob's lip quivered as he swallowed. It was like a mini-earthquake for Sam's tiny body. The giant boy exhaled with satisfaction.
"Oop..." Jacob felt a tiny bit of pressure on his lip. He knew a bit of the sticky chicken must have dribbled on his face.
"NO, JACOB, NO!" Sam saw the boy's lips part once more. His tongue rose like a snake and came up to clean his upper lip. The tiny teen screamed as he felt the warm tasting muscle suck him down into Jacob's mouth. He heard an audible "Hmmmmmm" come from the back of Jacob's throat as he tasted the last bit of sweet orange chicken sauce. But little did he know, his baby sitter was swept up in the sauce, sliding down into the center of the giant boy's mouth.
Jacob had no idea about Sam as he coated his babysitter with saliva behind his pink lips. Sam was no longer in control as he became lubed up in the boy's wet mouth. It smelled like rice and sweet duck sauce. The poor teen screamed for help, to no avail. After sucking up the last little bit of sauce, Jacob's reflexes kicked in. He sent the goopy mess down his throat with a obnoxious GLURK sound. Sam felt his body swimming farther down as the giant boy swallowed. He couldn't see anything as he was thrust into darkness.
The poor babysitter was surrounded in a gooey mess of half-digested Chinese food. He blacked out as his body passed into the boy's intestines.
