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When Davey had arrived at the lodging house that evening the last thing he’d expected to be met with was an angry Race. Specifically an angry Race glaring at him from a little ledge on the fire escape. Davey sighed. Oh no, please don’t tell him he was still mad about last week when he’d confiscated his cigar.... The thing was practically molding for crying out loud! Chewing on that couldn’t have been healthy and eventually Race would see that. For the moment though he looked ready to kill, and as he hurried down the escape Davey couldn’t help but plot an escape route. Just in case. He never had liked fighting after all...
“Davey! Come here I need ya for a sec!”
Davey gulped nervously, watching as Race hopped down from the rusty old latter and ran over to him. He didn’t know wether to feel relived or scared that Race’s expression had changed from a murderous one to one of downright wicked delight. Yeah no this wasn’t gonna end well. He didn’t even have time to ask just what it was Race wanted before his tie was grabbed and he found himself being all but dragged inside by the boy. Through the doors, up the stairs, and straight to Race’s messy bunk where he was shoved down onto the thin mattress. What was going on here?
“Race, what are you doing? I thought you were going to be meeting with Spot today! Not.....whatever this is...” Davey hissed through gritted teeth, straightening out his crumpled tie and trying to sit up on the lower bunk without hitting his head. Ugh, being tall kinda sucked sometimes.
The face Race made at that question did nothing to calm Davey’s poor frazzled nerves. If anything, he’d say it made them worse.
“Oh, well that’s actually what I needed to talk to ya about!” Race chirped, sounding far too cheerful for the scheming look on his face. “See we was gonna meet and have some dinner tonight but ah, Jack beat me to it. So I got to thinkin and ya know what? It might not be root-beer, but pretzel ain’t half bad when you’s hungry.”
The blood drained from Davey’s face as Race’s implications hit him like a slap in the face. No. No no no no no. He wouldn’t... Would he? “Ha-hang on Race! No need to do anything rash-“ He jerked back, protest cut short as Race suddenly lurched forwards and clamped a hand down tight on his shoulder. It hurt. He was squeezing way too tight. Davey opened his mouth to yell, scream, anything to get someone’s attention, but a thick curtain fell over his eyes before so much as a squeak could escape lips and he slumped back onto the bed. By the time his eyes opened again it was too late. He’d been shrunk. The stained sheets of the bed stretched out like an endless sea of brown and grey beneath him and he knew there was no escape for him now.
Something hot, wet, and slimy dripped down into his hair, causing Davey to exclaim in utter revulsion. “What the-Race that’s disgusting!” Tiny eyes turned up to meet giant ones, glaring daggers at the boy leaning over him with his tongue sticking out. There was a thick glob of saliva hanging down from the tip of the slimy muscle, and it was clear that was the source of the warm goo now coating Davey’s hair and oozing down the back of his neck. It filled him with disgust. Especially since there was no doubt Race did that on purpose.
Race however didn’t seem to care. He just laughed at Davey’s reaction and poked him lightly in the chest, knocking the other boy over. “Aw come on, you don’t make near this much fuss when Cowboy does it to ya.”
Davey scrambled back upright, heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He’d been tiny before sure so he was fairly used to it, but he hated being touched at this size without permission. “That’s because Jack actually asks! You just ambushed me and spit in my hair for no reason!” He yelled back, trying desperately not to gag as said spit started dripping down his neck and shirt. It was still warm too... With a shudder Davey grabbed the sheet underneath him and tugged it up, muttering angrily as he tried desperately to dry his hair with it.
Of course, Race had other plans. The second Davey’s eyes were no longer trained on him he struck, pinching the tiny boy’s ankle between a thumb and finger and swiftly yanking him into the air with a cheeky grin. Poor Davey felt his heart leap into his throat and any orientation he might have had was completely obliterated. His head was spinning. Eyes wide he promptly set about trying to right himself by grabbing onto Race’s finger but of course Race kept shaking his hand every time Davey started to get a grip, effectively thwarting Davey’s plans. Eventually he gave up, settling for simply crossing his arms and glaring at Race once again. If looks could kill, Race would be obliterated in an instant. But unfortunately for Davey his glare did nothing but earn a giggle from Race.
“Aw, nothing to say Davey? I thought you was supposed to be the one wit’ all the words.”
Davey snarled, rolling his eyes. He was absolutely fed up with Race at the moment, and any fear he might have felt was long gone. “Oh shut up, didn’t Jack ever tell you not to play with your food?” He huffed, trying to disguise the shiver that went up his spine as he spoke. He really didn’t like referring to himself as food.... “Just put me down already. I gotta get home and my folks will be worried if I don’t show! If you’re mad at Jack then just go and eat him, but leave me out of this!”
To his surprise Race actually seemed to mull his words over, tilting his head and tapping his chin as if thinking. Finally he spoke, and Davey went limp in relief. “Fine, putting you down now. Sheesh Dave, you didn’t have ta be so rude about it.”
Davey laughed. The kind of nervous laugh you do when you can’t believe what just happened. Honestly the fact that Race was giving up so easily should have set off alarm bells immediately, but Davey was too relived at the prospect that maybe he would actually get to go home tonight to process that. “Yes....yes that’s it! Come on Race just set me down and-WAIT NOT IN YOUR MOUTH!” Eyes wide in horror Davey began to flail about, screeching bloody murder as Race began to lower him not back onto the bed, but rather into his open mouth. His open, slimy, disgusting mouth. Hot breath washed over Davey and he all but gagged in revulsion at the smell. Ughh...that was disgusting! Things only got worse for him when his arms and face made contact with Race’s tongue and he was squashed into Race’s mouth up to his hips, hair just barely brushing the back of the throat as his legs flailed outside and arms squashed down the throat in front of him. There was saliva EVERYWHERE. Dripping into his hair, coating his torso, and worst of all even oozing across his face! He could feel what was practically a river of it flowing down past his hips and out of Race’s mouth. Surely he didn’t taste that good...right?
Spluttering Davey wiggled in place, trying to inch himself back out past Race’s teeth but it was no use. The lips were clamped down too tight around his middle and his arms were stuck halfway down Race’s gullet already, having been extended in an attempt to stop his descent. Opening his mouth at this point to yell seemed like a terrible idea to him, so he kicked. He kicked like his life depended on it. Which of course he knew it didn’t. Race was being surprisingly gentle and this wouldn’t be the first time he’d been eaten after all, but it was the principle of the thing. Plus now he was all gross and that just wasn’t acceptable. His angry kicking and squirming only grew stronger as Race began to lick. Oh great, the absolute worst part of being eaten had to be the licking. Davey growled angrily and wiggled for all he was worth, thrashing back and fourth in the limited confines of Race’s mouth. As expected, it accomplished nothing besides drawing a pleased little hum from Race as he savored his wiggly little treat.
Eventually everything went still after what seemed like an eternity to poor Davey. He didn’t dare relax though. Not with what he knew was coming next. Without warning Race’s tongue bucked up under him and with a muffled protest Davey was squashed back, headfirst into Race’s throat with a resounding squelch. He could feel his legs getting slurped up between Race’s lips, hips now resting on the back of his tongue. A few licks to get his legs slippery and they were following him down too, slithering down Race’s gullet far too easily. That was it. He’d been eaten, swallowed whole and alive despite his best efforts. A furious growl tore from his throat, only to be muffled by another swallow. As the collarbone rolled up his body a contented sigh rang out. Clearly Race was pleased with his meal. But Davey sure wasn’t. And oh boy was he going to give Race a piece of his mind once down.
It didn’t take long for Davey to reach his final destination. A tight ring of muscle rolled up his arms, and before he knew what was happening he slid headfirst into Race’s stomach with a disgustingly loud squelch. He was quick to orient himself in the limited space of the organ, and the second he was upright Davey began to yell.
“WHAT THE HELL RACE!”
Normally he didn’t like to curse, but now he felt he could make an exception. He was slimy, hot, and curled up in a tight muscular sack that smelled of old food and vomit. Plus Les and his folks weren’t around to hear.
His anger was simply met with a laugh that jostled his already cramped confines. A laugh, followed by a contented burp and what was almost certainly Race patting his stomach as if enjoying a perfectly normal meal at Jacobi’s. Not reveling in the desperate kicking and squirming of one of his friends.
“Aw come on, it can’t be that bad in there right Dave? I didn’t even eat beforehand!” Race giggled, poking his stomach and grinning with stars in his eyes as the flesh moved under his hand in response. Woah, that was super weird. “Besides, it ain’t like you’s never been eaten before so what’s the big deal.”
Oh Davey didn’t like that. He snarled, extending both his legs as far as they would go before the tight flesh squashed them back in place. “The big deal?! The big deal is that you ate me without asking! Y-you just...” Davey stammered and stuttered, chest heaving as he struggled for words. Eventually he sighed, kicking Race’s stomach one more time before crossing his arms and going still. If only for a moment. “Race, if you were mad at Jack, then why did you eat me.” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Race sighed, poking at his stomach in disappointment as the movement stopped. Aw come on, where did all that nice fighting go! Rolling his eyes he prodded his stomach again, earning a punch from poor disgruntled and slimy Davey. “Because he ate Spot!” He whined, sounding way more pathetic than he had any right to. “And I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I ate you!”
Davey didn’t know what he’d expected. He’d figured as much to be fair, but it still kinda irritated him knowing the only reason he was being treated like food was to get revenge on Jack. “Right, of course. Well in that case it’s completely fine that you shrank and ate me without my permission.” Davey’s voice was all but dripping in sarcasm and if Race could see him he would have melted under the scathing glare currently trained on his stomach wall. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see Davey, and that meant he didn’t quite catch the sarcasm in his friend’s voice.
“Really? Thanks Dave, you’s the best! I’ll let ya out in the morning yeah?.” Race stretched and yawned, patting his stomach fondly with a smile. “Glad you finally came around.”
Davey’s face paled and he opened his mouth to correct Race but it was already too late. Everything flipped sideways and then down as Race flopped into bed, laying directly on top of his swollen, Davey filled belly and squishing the poor boy even further. Which infuriated Davey. “Race I was joking!” He screeched, trying to kick the wall despite being too cramped to move. “This is NOT okay and you have to let me out now! I need to get home!”
If Race heard Davey he didn’t show it, and no more than five minutes later soft snoring began to fill the air. Rad had fallen asleep, and that meant Davey was stuck. Stuck in the hot, humid, slimy, foul smelling sack that was Race’s stomach. And to top it all off he was snoring. Great. Davey groaned, giving one last punch to the wall before settling down. Might as well get comfy, it was going to be a long night.