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A nauseous groan tumbles from your lips, eyes barely kept from rolling out of your skull as you’re lifted seemingly hundreds of feet off the sidewalk but it’s only the height of a grown man you travel.
The gloved index and thumb that pinch your scruff are almost as wide as you are now tall, at a breath shorter than two inches your hands scrabble at the thick leather and your feet kick uselessly, your shoes having fallen off and leaving you bare. You bite back a noise of discomfort and try to put up a brave front, but the impossibly enormous face of Doc Ock stares back, behind his sunglasses his eyes spark with amusement.
You can’t help but blink away fuzzy black spots as the wave of jitters that foretold your sudden shrinking spurt leave your joints feeling like unevenly defrosted meat.
Ock’s breath blows you back in his hold, letting out a quiet laugh that probably only tickles the smug grin at his lips but tears at your shrunken form. “Feeling a bit woozy are we?” He fairly purred with a slight tilt of his head to the side. “I’m not surprised. Your body has gone through quite the traumatic minimization. I’m impressed that you didn’t scream.”
Embarrassing as it was, you had only let out a mouselike squeak as you were shot with a goddamn shrink ray (hell, that shit was real?) and then were promptly plucked off the ground. This type of thing would happen to you, wouldn’t it? Just your fucking luck. You were just minding your business and then walking the other way like a sensible person when one heard screaming. You should have been fine!
You thought you were safe, taking a different street away from the noise, but then the asshole currently dangling you over his eager mouth dropped from the side of a building and caught you by surprise. Hold on. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Hold up, wait-!
Terror seized you as you processed the action before you. Those smirking lips split over teeth and gums then those too separated to expose the inside of Doc’s maw, shining with saliva. You did scream this time, but it was a pathetic, high pitched sound that wouldn’t have reached anyone but your current company who chuckled darkly in response.
Kicking, thrashing, crying even, you clawed at the impossibly strong fingers lowering you down into your fate. Heat rolled from the wide pink organ just a hair from your feet. “No no please, please don’t- oh my god no no no.” You heard he was a predator, one that was able to pack away multiple prey and hold them all captive but you never thought it was like this, and that it would be you.
Oh fuck fuck no. Your begging fell on deaf ears and you were dropped onto his tongue, saliva flooding from the underside creases of his cheeks to coat you in an instant, and his teeth closed behind you, cutting off all fresh air and light abruptly with a click. Numb with horror, you don’t make more than a whimper of defeat as it sinks in that yes, he’s going to fucking eat you.
He lifts you up, pressing you into the roof of his mouth and the motion of the tip of his tongue flicking against your stomach almost makes you sick if it weren’t for the absurdity of the fact that it tickled. A short laugh bubbled from your throat and you quickly shut it down in fear of being heard. If you were, it wasn’t noted. Instead, you’re wrapped up in the sea of taste buds and flesh, a low rumble vibrating through everything around you. He’s tasting you, and he must like your flavor.
You don’t get long to dwell on that, because as soon as it’s there, his tongue retreats, and you are pushed down his gullet. His throat grips you like a vice, squeezing you from every side with the worst pressure you’ve ever felt in your entire life. The darkness doesn’t help, and you wish you could flail in any way to express your panic but you’re trapped and so utterly helpless all you can do is wait for him to swallow you.
And he does, a hungry, greedy gulp sends you down what you can only describe as the world’s worst water park slide and you plop into something soft yet tight. It’s his stomach, you realize, and you also note that even though there’s something cramping into the fleshy walls from the outside- his belt that was fried onto his body- you assume, you’re tiny enough to where it’s not horribly uncomfortable, ignoring the context. You wonder if he meant to shrink you so small.
You adjust for a minute, squirming blindly against the squishy walls before you let yourself sink into a random spot. Maybe your movements feel like a massage, because a low moan reverberates around you, breaking off suddenly as your captor catches himself.
“Stop that.” His voice booms and you cover your ears with a wince. “Behave.” He doesn’t threaten you, doesn’t say anything else. Everything sways suddenly, tilting and shifting and you struggle not to flip. Sounds of concrete crumbling give you insight to that not only is he walking, he’s doing it with those weird metal tentacles that helped give him his name. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, and you cling to the fleshy wall surrounding you in hopes of grounding yourself.
You wonder if you’ll be getting a roommate or two soon.