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It had been a pretty simple job. Especially since Sean had shrunk, the next victim of the virus going around camp. Hosea had planned it, Sean being small enough to sneak into the bank, opening the door for Arthur just as the last shift ended. He'd create a distraction for Arthur, and they'd away with at least $25k. Not bad.
It hadn't panned out that way, however. The open bank vault was easy to get into, but Sean had booked it toward Arthur after he thought he'd been seen, panicking. The teller had closed the door of the vault with the pair of them inside, on a Friday night. The bank didn't open again until Monday morning.
Giving the door one last punch after an hour of pounding on it, Arthur sat down, folding his arms. "Fucking fantastic. Three days with you."
“Hey, I don't like it any more than you do, English." Sean said, sat on a gold bar. "Don't suppose you got any food?"
Arthur rummaged through his bag. "Half a bar of chocolate and a bit of jerky. Nowhere near enough." he grumbled, passing a little to Sean.
The food was gone within the hour, despite a plan to ration it, but they supposed they'd just have to try to deal with it.
Sunday evening rolled around and the pair had been bickering almost the entire time. Arthur had made lots of paper airplanes out of bills, made a house out of gold bars for Sean, and they were down to the last dregs of whiskey.
Arthur's stomach grumbled loudly and he winced with the griping pain of hunger, hissing through his teeth.
Sean frowned as he sat on Arthur's knee. “Don't worry, big guy. We'll be able to buy all kinds of stuff when we're out.” he patted his leg, beginning to list off every delicious food under the sun.
“Stop it!” Arthur growled as his stomach roared like a wild animal, shaking Sean to the core. “Oh, god, I can't make it… I need food.” he poked at Sean with a finger to attempt to ground himself but it didn't help that much. Arthur had eaten many shrunken O'Driscolls before, but seeing Sean so tiny made his belly gurgle. “Wonder how you'd taste.” Arthur mumbled as he wrapped his fingers around Sean.
“Heheh, that's funny, Arthur!” the Irishman squeaked, eyes wide. “But enough is enough, okay? You only have tonight to get through!”
Arthur bit his lip as he brought Sean close to his face, looking him up and down, the smaller man whining and struggling. A rumbling growl came from Arthur's throat, a hum of decision. “It'll be okay. Only tonight to get through.”
Sean screamed as he looked at Arthur’s plush lips, seeing them open wide. Great, stringy blobs of saliva connected his tongue and palate, hanging for a moment before snapping, flecks of spit splashing onto Sean’s skin. The back of his mouth was horrifying, a yawning chasm, seemingly desperate to drag him down into the pitch black depths. As Arthur tilted his head back and lifted Sean skywards, he looked at him, dangling between his large fingers, writhing helplessly.
“I'll let you out later. Maybe.”
Sean kicked and tried to claw at Arthur’s fingers, shrieking. “Arthur, please! We're brothers! Don't eat me!” he clasped his hands together, staring down into the deep abyss of Arthur’s mouth. “I'm begging you!”
Arthur found Sean's wails quite funny but he decided to get it over with. His fingers loosened their grip on his crying friend, the poor man plummeting down, landing face first on his tongue. The feeling of Sean clawing to escape his mouth before he closed his jaws was amazing, tiny screams echoing against his teeth, hands pushing into taste buds as he tried to reach the dwindling light through the ring of lips. Arthur kept his mouth open, feeling Sean squirm and writhe, his clothes and hair heavy with his thick saliva, screams choked as he swallowed some.
“Arthur, please! I'll do anything! Just let me go!”
Every time Sean thought he was close to escaping, Arthur pushed his tongue between him and freedom, pushing him backwards. He took the time to feel how bony he was, pressing him against his cheeks, tongue tip counting his ribs. He tasted fantastic, spicy and savory. It made his stomach growl impatiently but he rubbed it to keep it quiet, not quite ready.
He pushed Sean’s head out between his lips, listening to his frantic screams. After a moment, he pursed his lips, covering his head, his cries for help silenced. Relax, scream. Pout, silence. With a low chuckle, he pulled him back into his maw, grinning. Light filtered through his teeth, giving Sean a good look around. A carpet of pink framed by white monoliths, the roof of his mouth stretching above him like the ceiling of some forgotten temple from eons gone by. His uvula rose and fell with his breathing, saliva pooling around him as Arthur’s mouth watered.
The pause was short lived as Arthur’s tongue lifted, Sean beginning to slide back toward that dark descent into the inevitable. “No! Arthur, you bastard!” Sean screamed as he managed to latch onto one of Arthur's molars, his legs finding his uvula and hanging onto it tightly. The thought of Sean struggling for his life inside his mouth made him smile slightly. He used the tip of his tongue to dislodge Sean’s fingers from his tooth, the Irishman shrieking as he proceeded to hang upside down from his uvula, legs clamped around it tightly, hands trying to grab onto anything they could.
Arthur tried to swallow Sean, gulping as hard as he could, unable to dislodge him. He contemplated coughing when his shoulders lurched, a hiccup making him shudder. The jolts of movement with each hiccup made Sean lose his grip bit by bit. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to reach Arthur’s tongue, trying so hard to escape. It was right there, so close, just a little out of reach. He could see his incisors, see the faint light through his lips.
Hic. His arm slipped from his tight grip on his uvula.
Hic. Other arm dangling, he tried to use his stomach muscles to pull himself up, so exhausted.
Hic. The only thing holding him there was his leg, clamped as tight as it could be, keeping him precariously in place. Sean clasped his hands together, sniffling. “God, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, if you're listening, please help me. I promise, I'll never touch my dick again! Oh, fuck, I don't want to die!”
One last hiccup.
Sean barely had time to scream as he fell, his fall broken by Arthur tightening his throat. He swallowed, a loud, wet gulp making Sean shiver with fright, the fleshy walls of his oesophagus pressing in on him. He was kneaded on all sides, pushed ever downward, no amount of fighting or begging stopping his descent. His ears rang as he passed by Arthur’s heart, thumping hard with excitement, his lungs making a rasping noise as he breathed heavily. He felt a valve open by his hands, his body being pushed through it. Then he was free falling, yelling with fright before landing with a thump in Arthur’s stomach, trembling with terror.
Arthur’s fingertip traced the struggling lump down his neck, continuing even as the bulge disappeared past his collarbone, finger eventually turning to a hand rubbing and kneading his stomach. He felt so much better, closing his eyes and licking his lips. There was a pleasant tickle inside his belly and muffled swears, every word under the sun.
Inside Arthur, Sean screamed until he was hoarse, running and slamming into the plush walls that held him captive. All he could hear was the persistent beat of the heart from above and the quiet gurgles of Arthur’s digestive system from below. He felt a lurch and Arthur gave a loud belch, excusing himself with a chuckle. As he laughed, Sean was thrown around, bouncing from one side of his stomach to the other, crying out in frustration. He saw the valve that lead back up Arthur’s throat above him, a little climb to it. He tried to get traction on the gastric folds, hands grasping and feet pushing as he attempted an escape. Five times he slipped and landed in a swearing heap before deciding that wasn't the best idea.
He continued slamming his puny body against the confines of the stomach, clawing at them frantically. “Arthur! I swear to fucking God, if I ever make it out of here, I'm going to kill you!”
The pleasant tickles in his belly made Arthur smile and he leant back against the wall, both hands rubbing his stomach. “Go to sleep, Sean… We'll be out by morning and we can go for food.” he smiled to himself. “And I'll pay. It's the least I can do.”