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College

Story originally posted on Coiled Fist November 2008

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He was also worried about going to college for another reason; he has been hiding the fact that he is gay for quite some time. He is afraid that having to live with somebody will out him.

His parents drove off and said their goodbyes and Chris was alone in his room. While he started putting everything together, he began to worry about when his roommate would come. Just as he was thinking this, the door flew open. In walked one of the most gorgeous guys Chris had ever seen.

"Yo dude, whats up? I'm Kyle."

'Uh, Chris, nice to meet you."

Kyle was absolutly amazing. At about 6' 2", he looked to be in PERFECT condition. He had a cut body with buldging bicepts, which were showcased by the muscle shirt he was wearing. His body was covered in just the right amount of hair. He had that adorable boyish look about him. He had tan skin, brown eyes and light brown hair that was just long enough that it could be styled so that it was the "bed head" type look. SO HOTT!

"Dude, you alright? Your staring." Kyle asked.

"Oh! Yea sorry, just nervous I guess."

The two talked for a while getting to know eachother. Chris fell even further in love with him. Kyle played three sports - hockey, football and baseball, stars on all of them. He caught a passing glance at one of Kyles cleats when he was putting it away. Chris almost fainted when he saw that Kyle wears a size 13! Chris had a bit of a foot fetish, and couldnt wait to sneak some peeks at those bad boys! Almost as if Kyle read his mind, Kyle began to remove his sneakers and he said,

"Yo hope you dont mind, I worked out earlier today so my feet are probably kinda rank."

"Oh, uh, no problem man."

Chris nearly creamed his pants right then. Watching the Nike's slowly pulled off those beautiful, perfect feet revealing a pair of black underarmour socks inside that wrere perfectly fitted to the massive foot within. As the shoes came off, Chris caught a hint of the sent. It was amazing. The sweet smell of his hot jock foot sweat mixed in with the smell of his sneakers was to die for. Chris couldnt help but stare in extacy. Suddenly Kyle jumped up with a bit of a smirk that almost startled Chris, but then he thought nothing of it.

"Hey, Ill be right back. Forgot something down in my car."

He put his shoes back on and ran out the door. Chris couldnt wait. He got up ran over to Kyles cleats and inhaled as much as he could. He was in heaven. When he heard the door open, Chris jumped back and acted casual. Kyle came in holding what appeared to be a six pack of beer.

"Ah, College! Isnt it great?" Kyle said. "Here bro, help yourself." Kyle handed Chris a beer.

"Nah, its ok, I dont really drink." Chris said.

"Come on Dude, its friken college! Live a little!"

"Oh, alright just one"

Chris took the beer and opened it. Something had him feeling a little uneasy, but he wasnt sure exactly what. Chris began to drink and noticed that Kyle had that same smirk on his face. Suddenly, Chris began to feel sick. He got up and tried to walk it off, but ended up passing out.

He woke up with the room spining. He thought he cuaght a glimpse of something. It looked like the cleat that he was smelling before, only much bigger.

"What is going on.." Chris thought.

Suddenly, Chris heard a bit of a snicker.

"HAH, MORNING BUDDY"

Chris couldnt tell where the deafening sound was coming from. Finally when he regained his bearings, Chris almost fainted all over again. Right in front of him was the sneaker that Kyle had just taken off and put back on. Only in it was KYLE! Chris stared at the sneakers, looked up past the ankle black under armour socks, past the semi hairy legs to the pair of mesh gym shorts, up to the toned torso covered in a muscle shirt and ultimatly up to the cocky face of Kyle.

"DUDE, LOOK HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE!" Kyle shouted down to Chris.

Chris tried to run away but was suddenly knocked onto his back from Kyles foot. Chris stared up and saw the somewhat worn sole of the Nikes slowly decending towards him. Beyond that Chris could see Kyles face with a bit of a sinister smile on it. Chris screamed thinking it ws the end. But just as the rubber met Chris' body, the pressure stopped.

"DUDE, YOU THINK I WOULD GIVE UP A SWEET PET LIKE YOU SO EARLY? NAH, I AM KEEPING YOU FOR A WHILE!"

Chris' heart sank. "What!? What do you mean?"

"YEA MAN. THIS CANT BE REVEARSED. YOUR MINE NOW FOREVER, OR AT LEAST UNTIL I GET BORED OF YOU!"

Chris was sooo mad! He starte to yell up to Kyle, but Kyle didnt care at all.

"YO MAN, I GOT FOOTBALL PRACTICE RIGHT NOW, WANNA COME WITH?"

"What? How?"

"OH, I GOT A WAY."

Kyle reached down and grabed Chris and dropped him into a cleat. The cleat smelled musky like old sweat. It was still a little humid from the last practice. Suddenly, chris looked up and couldnt believe what he saw. Kyle was lowering his socked foot into the cleat! Chris got pinned right under the sole of Kyles foot. He felt pressure but not enough to kill him. His face was burried into the socked foot of his hott roommate! Chris was horny and terrified at the same time. Practice seemed to go on forever. By the time it was done, Chris was covered in Kyles foot sweat.

Once back at the dorm room, Kyle dumped Chris out of the shoe. He lay gasping for air while Kyle removed his socks. Without warning, Kyle placed his sweaty barefoot on top of Chris. Rubbing him up and down, playing with him with his toes, forcing his head between each to and his face into his sole.

"HOWS IT TASTE DUDE?" Kyle teased with a smirk.

Chris felt helpless...pathetic. Finally Kyle grew bored and decided to pick Chris up. He droped him into his Jock.

"ALRIGHT BUDDY, TIME TO GET ME OFF!" With that, Chris was trapped on Kyles manhood.

Chris resisted at first, but finally realized he had no choice. He climbed up the balls and Kyles cock immediately sprung up. Chris wrapped his whole body around the shaft and begn to stroke. Chris climbed up to the top where he began to hump the slit of Kyles dick. This did it in for Kyle as he creamed all over the place knocking Chris off the cock and back onto the balls. Chris lay there out of breath for a while drenched in Kyles cum. Finally A hand reached in, grabbed Chris and dropped him onto his bare six pack near his belly button. Kyle was now completly naked. Chris could feel the ground below him rapidly moving up and down as Kyle tried to catch his breath after that amazing orgasm.

"OH DUDE, THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. TOO BAD I WONT HAVE YOU AROUND TO DO IT FOR ME ANYMORE."

"What? Whh..wh...what do you mean?"

"YEA MAN, PEOPLE ARE GONNA WONDER WHERE YOU ARE SO I GOTTA DESTROY THE EVIDENCE IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN"

Chris couldnt believe what he was hearing.

"BESIDES I HAVENT EATEN DINNER YET AND PRCTICE GOT ME STARVING!"

With that, Kyle reached down and grabed the cum dreanched Chris from his abs. He picked him up by his ankle so he was dangling. Chris slowly was braught up to his roommates face. He was right near the massive, pink lips of Kyle. Chris looked up to see the two brown eyes focused only on him. He knew this was it.

"DUDE, MY STOMACH WANTS YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO BE SO FRIKEN DELICIOUS."

Please, Kyle! I will do anything! You cant do this to me! I am a human!"

Kyle paid no attention to the cries and pleas. He merely tilted his head and dangled Chris over his open mouth. Below Chris could see the waiting pink, wet tongue and uvula. Suddenly Chris was dropped and he screamed all the way down until he landed onto the wet pink surface. Kyle went over to a mirror so Chris could see himself sitting on the giants tongue. He looked so pathetic, like a piece of candy. Suddenly, darkness came as Kyle closed his lips. Chris felt movement as the tongue sprung into action. He was rolled aroundthe mouth being licked clean and sucked on. The tongue moved him from cheek to cheek, over the hard teeth that nearly knocked Chris out. Chris was flipped and turned, completely drenched in Kyles saliva. He was pressed against the roof of the mouth.

From the outside, Kyle was still looking in the mirror and wanking off again. He could see the bump in his cheek where Chris is move from side to side. Finally, Kyles stomach growled indicating the fun was over. Kyle tilted back his head, moved Chris to the center of his mouth. The tongue pushed him towards the back of the mouth. Inside Chris knew what was coming. He wanted to scream but realized it was pointless. As Chris reached the uvula, Kyle took a hard swallow. Chris was squeezed by the throat muscles and pushed down into the esophagus. Kyle, still looking in the mirror, watched in amazement as he followed the lump that is Chris travel down his neck until it disappeared in his bare chest. Kyle smiled and rubbed his stomach. Chris was waving his arms and kicking his legs all the way down giving Kyle an amazing sensation.

"KEEP THAT UP DUDE, LOVE THE FEELING ITS GIVING ME!"

Chris couldnt make out what Kyle said, all he knew was he wanted out! Suddenly, Chris landed into the stomach, which was suprisingly fairly empty. Chris imediatly jumped on his feet and began pounding on the walls of the stomach yelling. Kyle felt this and loved every second of it. This made him cum all over again. Suddenly Kyle burped which indicated that he enjoyed his meal.

Inside, the burp caused Chris to fly back and he landed face first in some stomach acid and bile. The stinging was terrible. He felt like the flesh was being torn off of his face and body...Chris had no more strength....He faded away and became a part of Kyle forever..

After the movement stopped, Kyle burped again.

"I fucking love collge...." Kyle said with a smirk as he cracked open another beer.

#macrophilia #male giant #micro/macro #giant #male vore #feet #gay vore

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Friends ‘Till the End

Story originally posted on Coiled Fist December 2008

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We hardly get to see each other any more as we are both at different schools. But, we do still try and get together on breaks. This time was no different. It was the end of spring break and Matt and I were hanging out in his room. I was happy to be hanging with him as this was the middle of his baseball season and I didn’t think he would make it home.

Matt was your typical 21 year old jock. He was tall at 6’4” with dark blonde hair that was just long enough to cover some of his ears and part of his forehead with a hint of curl in it. His lips were plump and pink with lightly tanned skin from playing baseball outside in the spring sun. He had a TONED body. He could have been made into a statue! He had a six pack with a firm chest and butt, and ripped arms and legs. He had the most gorgeous eyes in the world – a piercing blue! He was so hott!

I sometimes felt a little insecure around him. I was only 5’11”, brown somewhat spiked hair and an average body. I was always a little extra uncomfortable around him because I have had a crush on him for sometime. Matt didn’t know this thankfully. He didn’t even know that I am gay. I always put on the front when we would talk about girls and stuff.

We were sitting in his room talking about how he had to go back to school later that day, when Matt suddenly pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like some kind of a weird remote.

“What the hell is that man?” I asked.

Matt didn’t answer. He simply pressed a button and I blacked out. When I woke up I heard the sound of typing. When I finally came too, my heart nearly skipped a beat. I was under Matt’s giant desk right next to his massive feet! He was wearing a pair of fairly new black Nike Shox. His foot was lightly tapping to the music that he was listening to. I was struck with fear. I had no idea what to do! I decided to try and get help from my best friend. I walked over to his sneaker and just stared for a minute. His huge size 13 sneakers in front of me with his ankles sticking out with his no show sock on.

I begin to climb up the shoe. I manage to make it onto the toe of the sneaker, but it is difficult to keep my balance with Matt tapping his foot like that. Finally, I begin climbing up the tongue of the shoe, when Matt must have remembered that I was down here. He suddenly looks down and sees me climbing his shoe. This makes him angry and he kicks his foot sending my flying through the air. I land on my back in the middle of his room. He slowly walks over to me in a taunting way. He smirks down at me with a devilish grin. He is now standing over me with a sneaker on each side of me.

“HAHA HOW DO I LOOK FROM DOWN THERE DUDE?”

“Matt…w….w…what happened!? You gotta help change me back!”

“HELP YOU? HAH! I DID THIS TO YOU WHY WOULD I HELP YOU? BESIDES, I CANT CHANGE YOU BACK.”

“You cant change me back!? Why the hell would you do this to me!”

“I DON’T KNOW DUDE, WE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT NEVER SEEING EACHOTHER ANYMORE. NOW WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOREVER. BUT DON’T THINK THAT I AM NOT AFRAID TO HURT YOU BECAUSE I WILL IF I NEED TO.”

With that, Matt raised his sneakered foot and held it above me. His gently worn treads began to descend down onto me to show he means business. Just when his foot reaches me, he pulls back and says:

“NAH MAN, NO WORRIES. I WOULDN’T DO THAT TO YOU….YET.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. Suddenly, Matt began to take of his shoes. Once I could see his white no show socks, I could smell his foot stench. It was a mix between sweaty foot and new leather from the shoe. An amazing smell. Just then, his socked foot descends on me too. I can feet his heat and sweat on his foot. He rubs me a little with his socked foot, and removes that as well. I think that maybe I am going to get off easy…I was sadly mistaken. Matt reaches down and pulls off his socks. He lifts up his bare right foot and holds it above me. I look up at the sole above me and over to the left foot in front of me and notice how perfect his feet are. His soles are smooth and clean, his toes are perfectly rounded and not too long. They had just the right amount of hair, not too much. Even his toenails were perfectly trimmed and clean. The feet had no impurities or blemishes. They were like perfect feet of a God! Suddenly, Matts perfect sole came down onto me. My face was buried into his meaty, beefy man sole. I could smell his foot stench. It was terrible. It was a sweet, musky type smell. My entire body was covered in it. He rubbed his soles over by body several times burying my face deeper and deeper into his foot. He decides to roll me around with his foot. He moves me back and forth between his heel and toes passing his sole each time. He did this for so long that I began to get a little nauseous both from the stench of his feet and from getting dizzy. Finally, when I got to Matt’s toes, he stopped. He played with me with his toes for a while. He wrapped them around me and picked me up. My face was buried between two toes. He then put me back down. Through the space between his toes I looked up to see Matt smirking down at me as he was obviously enjoying this.

“YEA DUDE YOU LIKE THAT? HEY HOW ABOUT A FOOT MASSAGE?”

“No way man, that’s gross. You had your fun, come on! End it!”

“HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY YOUR MASTER!”

“Cut the shit man, your not my fucking master. You’re my friend, Matt!”

“OH THAT IS IT! I OUGHT TO SQUASH YOU RIGHT NOW LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU ARE!”

With that and without warning, Matt lifted his foot above me and I got scared for real now. He meant business. Suddenly his foot came down and I thought this was it. His foot reached my body and…I…I am still alive! But, how?

Matt, who was expecting a splat and blood, was obviously displeased as well. He picked up his foot and looked down. He saw me stuck to his sole formed to the shape of his foot and still completely alive.

“FUCK I LEFT THE SETTING ON PLIABLE! THAT’S ALRIGHT…THAT JUST MEANS MORE TORTURE AND MORE FUN! HAHA!”

Matt peeled me off of his foot and dangled me over his sneaker. He dropped me and I began to reform. His sneaker was still quite warm and moist from his feet. Suddenly, in came his socked foot and I was stuck under his toes. Each step that Matt took, I was squashed to the form of his beefy toes. I was in his shoe for what felt like years. Finally, when I was taken out, Matt was in his baseball uniform.

“HEY BRO, ENJOY THE RIDE BACK TO SCHOOL? HAHA. LISTEN, I HAVE A GAME NOW AND YOU ARE COMING WITH ME.”

I couldn’t even answer as I was still recovering from being in Matt’s sneaker for the entire 6 hour drive back to school. Without warning, Matt picked me up and held me in his hand for a second. He held me close to his face and I looked at his beautiful face that had a slight smile on it. His hand then closed slowly around me. I could feel the warm clamminess of the palm below me as the fingers began to wrap around me. Matt was making a fist with me in it. The pressure increased until I was squished like silly putty into Matt’s palm and between his fingers. Matt laughed at this.

“HAHA! YO DUDE THAT’S SWEET!”

After he was done having his fun, I was picked up between two of Matt’s fingers and dangled near his waist. I wondered where he could possibly be putting me.

“COACH SAID I WILL BE PITCHING TODAY, SO I NEED TO KEEP YOU AS A GOOD LUCK CHARM. OH AND BY THE WAY, WHILE YOUR IN HERE, YOU BETTER GET ME OFF OR ELSE.”

I really did not like the sound of that. But before I could protest any, Matt dangled me over his open underwear and jock and dropped me in. I landed directly on his ball sack. I looked up just in time to watch the waist band snap shut. I sat there for a while wondering what to do. Matt disapproved of this.

“IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE YOU ARE TRYING DUDE, YOU BETTER GET TO IT! I WANNA CUM BEFORE GAME TIME!”

I realized that I have no choice, so I jump up and walk over to Matt’s massive cock. He had a big dick to begin with, but at this size now it is ridiculous! I touch the skin on the shaft and the cock jumps up immediately. I wrap my arms around the shaft and use my whole body to stroke. Outside I hear Matt moaning some with pleasure. I begin to stroke harder and kiss and lick his cock. To be honest, this is actually a dream come true for me! His cock is rock hard as I work my way up to the head of his dick. I lick around his slit and kiss. I feel some precum fall out. I stick my dick down his slit and begin to fuck his slit. It didn’t take long for Matt to cream all over my body. I lay there in his jock strap covered in his cum. After a while of sitting and letting the cum dry all over me, a hand reached In and pulled me out. I lay once again in Matt’s massive open palm.

“NICE JOB MAN. THAT WAS SO HOTT. ALRIGHT I AM ABOUT TO GO IN A PITCH, BUT I NEED GUM TO KEEP MY PITCH RYTHEM RIGHT. BUT I LEFT MINE IN MY ROOM SO…LOOKS LIKE YOU WILL BE FILLING IN BRO!”

“What!? You have got to be kidding me man! I have done everything else for you, but I draw the line at this!”

Matt didn’t listen at all. He just took his palm brought it up to his face and opened his mouth. I looked past his pink lips to his wet moist tongue that looked like a red carpet waiting for me. I looked at his perfect white teeth knowing that those will do a job on me while I am in there. Matt tilts his head back and angles his hand so I slowly fall towards his mouth. I land on his wet moist tongue. Matt closes his mouth and I am completely covered by his hot, moist mouth. Suddenly, his tongue slides me over to his molars and all of a sudden, the top ones come down onto me. This didn’t really hurt too much, I just felt the pressure. Matt began to chew feverishly rolling me from side to side chomping down on me with each bite like most people do with gum. He then placed me on his tongue and let a pool of saliva form around me. I was drenched. Matt then pressed me against the roof of his mouth and I was squeezed to form between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he sucked the leftover cum and saliva off my body. Matt kept on chewing like this for a while. Outside, you could see Matt chewing and a bump in his cheek while he chewed.

“Matt! It is time for you to pitch! Get your ass in there!” The coach yelled.

Matt jumped up and ran over to the coach, still chewing his “gum.”

“What do you think this is the pros!? You know there is no gum on my team! You better swallow it before you go in there!” The coach yelled.

Matt was about to protest when he got another smirk on his face.

I could hear everything the coach said from inside the mouth. Matt wouldn’t really swallow me would he? I found my answer…

Matt centered me on his tongue and began to push me to the back of his throat.

“Matt! Matt! Don’t do this! Just spit me out and I will wait in your sock or something! Matt! DON’T!” I cried, but to no avail.

Matt tilted his head some and I began to slide to the back of his throat. I was hit in the face by his uvula. Suddenly, I felt the walls around me constrict as it forced me down into his neck towards his stomach. I could feel and hear the typical “gulp” that is made when somebody swallows hard. However, there was a problem. I stopped moving. I was stuck in Matt’s throat!

Outside, the coach was watching as Matt was nearly chocking on me. He watched as he tilted his head almost all the way back and watch as he swallowed time and time again trying to force the “gum” down his throat. With each swallow, Matt’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

I could feel as Matt repeatedly tried to swallow me down. I felt the muscles push me harder and harder. I could hear *gulp* after *gulp*. His uvula kept pounding onto my head trying to force me towards his awaiting stomach. Finally, the muscles pushed hard enough that I formed to the shape of his throat and slid through the whole. I felt one final push and heard the biggest *gulp* as I was swallowed down through his esophagus.

Outside, just as the coach was going to see if he was ok, he watched as Matt took one big final gulp and a lump traveled from his head down his neck and disappeared into his chest covered in a baseball jersey. Matt brought his head back down and sighed.

“Ahh, sorry about that coach. These things can be a pain to get down sometimes!” Matt said.

“Whatever get in the damn game!” yelled the coach.

I could feel as I was being pushed and squeezed through the esophagus until I finally reached an opening. I was dropped with a splatter into the awaiting stomach. I landed in the acids, but was not affected at all. I got up and started to yell and kick and pound on the slimy walls of the stomach.

“Matt! Let me out! Please!”

Matt just smiled and got a bit of a hard on as he got ready to throw his first pitch. He loved the feeling of me banging on the inside of his stomach. He threw his first pitch and it was a strike.

“Wow, maybe he is a good luck charm after all!” Matt thought.

Inside his stomach, I gave up on trying to get out. I knew that soon I would travel through his system and once again become his plaything. We had grown up as the best of friends, but now it looks like we really truly will be friends ‘till the end.

#macrophilia #male giant #micro/macro #giant #male vore #feet #gay vore

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The Gift

Story originally posted on Coiled Fist December 2011

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Nick and Mark grew up together. They went to middle school, high school and were even roommates in college together. They had always been inseparable. Unfortunately as so often happens, life sent them their own separate ways after graduating college. Mark moved out East to work in New York while Nick had moved out West to LA. The two that used to spend every second of the day together were on opposite ends of the continent.

Every year for the Holidays, Mark and Nick would exchange stupid gag gifts to each other to keep things exciting. This year, even though there was distance between them, Nick wanted to continue this tradition. He had heard and advertisement for something on the scyfy channel that gave him a great idea.

Mark was an average build and height. At 23, he was not a muscle man, but not flabby either. He was about 5’10’’ with short, black hair, warm brown eyes and olive skin – you could definitely notice the slight Italian heritage in him. Nick, also 23, had a similar body build; only slightly more buff. He had spiked blonde hair and blue eyes like the ocean in the Caribbean.

The doorbell rang. Finally, Nicks surprise for Mark had arrived. At Nick’s feet at the front door was a tiny box, about the size of a ring box. In it was a single pill. Under it was a folded paper that said in small writing “Directions” and “Side Effects.” Out of excitement, Nick ignored the paper, tucked it in his pocket and snatched the pill out of the box with a smirk.

Everything was in place. On the ground at the front door was an empty box with the lid open with a label already secured on one side. There was packaging tape halfway across one of the top flaps with the other half waiting to seal the box shut. Nick grabbed a bag of candy that he had bought from some kid fundraising for something or other earlier in the week. It wasn’t a specific candy, just a bag with a couple pieces of chocolate that says in very vague wording “candy” on the bag.

“Well, I think that’s everything. Box is ready, I have the pill, food for the journey,” says nick while looking down at the candy in his hand. “Well, here goes nothing I guess,” Nick says sighing as he gulps the pill down in one swift move. The impact of the pill is immediate. Nicks head is spinning and already he is noticing the world around him slowly getting larger. When he gets to be about two feet tall, he steps into the box to finish his descent. When he is at equal height of the sides of the boxes, he reaches his arms up, grabs the flaps and pulls them down tightly, sealing the box with the extra tape. There is no going back now. Nick was trapped in a box, addressed to his best friend Mark in New York and there was no way out. Finally, Nick stopped his shrinking at about 2 inches tall. Almost immediately after the shrinking process ended, Nick felt the box being picked up by the postman, to take him off on his journey. There was nothing to do now but sit back and relax. Thankfully his box was marked as overnight so the trip won’t be a long one. Nick was tired anyway so he let himself drift off to sleep.

When Nick awoke, his muscles felt very stiff. He attributed it to the poor sleeping conditions in the box and brushed it off. Outside the box, he heard voices saying “THIS ONE HERE IS GOING TO MANHATTAN…THAT THERE IS HEADING TO BROOKLYN..” Nick knew that he must already be in New York. He was so excited he wanted to get up and see if he could catch a passing glimpse from a crack in the box. When he tried to get up though, his legs didn’t respond. Remembering the paper, and understandably panicking, Nick reached into his pocket to retrieve the paper that came with the pill. It read “Gradual shrinking Pill. Directions: take one pill orally. Effects wear off after one week’s time. SIDE EFFECTS: May cause dizziness, fatigue and temporary loss of all motor skills” Nick’s heart sank….does this mean that, for a period of time, he will not be able to move? He suddenly feels faint and realized he still hasn’t eaten. To try and calm himself, Nick lay’s back down and decides to eat his snack. He places the bag on his lap, finishes its contents and let’s himself drift slowly into sleep again.

He is suddenly jolted awake by a loud THUD and a knock on the door. There is a distant sound of voices that he can’t make out, and then his box is shifted again until it finally comes to rest once more. After a slight pause, a huge silver object pierces the seal of the tape and slides down allowing light to freely flow in. Almost unbelievably, he sees several HUGE finger tips squeeze into the opening and force the flaps open. After a brief burst of light that blinds him, Nick notices the face of his best friend Mark who is looking into the box curiously with a puzzled face. He must have just returned from the gym because he is wearing a sweat soaked t-shirt, mesh shorts and running shoes. His hair, though disheveled from sweat because of the workout, still fell perfectly over his forehead as if he had done it on purpose. Almost immediately, Mark’s face turned from puzzlement to joy and shock as he puts the pieces together.

“HOLY SHIT! Nick really out did himself this time! How did he even do this!? He sent an EXACT replica of himself in CANDY! That is the craziest shit I have ever seen!” Nick is confused. What is he talking about? Then it begins to make sense; The empty bag on his lap reading simply “candy,” his inability to move the slightest bit. What else was Mark to think? Nick thinks to himself that this has the potential to end very, very badly if he doesn’t think quickly. But what can he do?

Without giving him even a second to gather his thoughts, Mark’s massive hands are swooping in to grab Nick. Eight huge fingers slide under Nicks back and slowly lift him up. Marks skin is warm, soft and still moist from the workout. They smell like a mix of sweat and soap. Nick’s form is rolled down the fingers and into a waiting palm where the opposite hand proceeds to examine the treat. Beyond the hands, Mark’s face is held in a slight half smile. “Wow. I still can’t believe this. It looks so real! I wonder if it actually tastes any good.”

“No, No. Bad, bad, bad.” Nick thinks to himself. “I need to do something NOW!” But Mark isn’t waiting for Nick to formulate a plan. His lips are already being moistened by a protruding tongue and the lips are slowly parting. The hand holding Nick begins to raise up to meet the mouth. The lips open fully revealing a couple saliva strands connecting the pink tongue to the rigged roof of the mouth behind a perfect set of flawless, straight, white teeth. Mark’s breath surrounds Nick’s tiny form. It has a hint of the smell of Gatorade, no doubt from the workout as well. Without warning, the hand containing Nick begins to tilt towards the waiting mouth of Mark.

Helpless, Nick wants to kick and scream, but can’t even so much flinch a one bit. Nick slides down, head first towards Mark’s waiting and slightly extended tongue. Nick falls into the soft pink lip, continues over the lower row of teeth until finally coming to rest on Mark’s tongue. It softer than expected, warm and very moist. It wiggled a little under him as it began to taste the morsel. Nick’s legs are all that hang out of the mouth, but not for long. Mark’s lips close on the legs tightly. Suddenly, a loud slurping noise begins and the legs are slowly dragged into the darkness of the mouth with the rest of the body. As the back molars place themselves over Nick’s head, ready to give the killing blow, Nick regains all feeling in his body almost as if a switch had been flipped. As the molar begins to apply a little pressure, a loud, blood curdling scream is let out of Nicks Mouth. “NO! STOP! MARK STOP!” Nick cries. He kicks the tongue, punches the check. Does everything he can. Almost choking, Mark immediately spits out the contents of his mouth into his hand.

“What the…NICK!? FUCK, is this really YOU!?” Mark said astonished, looking like he is going to be sick.

“YES MARK! THANK GOD! IT’S ME!” Says Nick, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Nick proceeded to tell Mark the entire story.

“Dude…I…I almost ATE YOU MAN! What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“I don’t know, I thought this would be a cool idea to keep up with our gift exchange…”

“Well, it sure IS neat. I’m sorry I yelled. I just, I was worried that’s all. Whew. Can you imagine if I ACTUALLY ate you!?”

“Yea, let’s try not to think of that…hey, you don’t have any food, do you Mark? That candy didn’t exactly hold me over.”

“Oh, sure man! Hold on a second.” Mark runs off and puts a couple crackers on a paper towel on the table.

“Thanks Mark! I’m starved!”

“No problem buddy! Hey, I just have to check on one thing on the computer for work before Tyler wakes up. He always hogs the computer with games. You eat up and I will be right back!”

Tyler? Who is Tyler? Oh, right, Mark’s stoner roommate. He is a bit of a waste of space, but Nick needed somebody to help pay the rent. He actually isn’t such a bad looking guy, if he would just get a real job. He was only 21, fresh out of college and looking for work. He was 6’1’’, had a swimmers build and brown styled hair, with brown eyes and a little stubble on his face. Nick remembers seeing pictures of him on Facebook. Oh well, at least Nick will get to spend the entire week with Mark, even if that means Tyler is around too.

Just as Nick is digging into the crackers, he catches something out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he looks into its direction only to see a MASSIVE spider, the same size as he is heading towards him. Terrified, Nick screams and heads in the opposite direction of the spider. Nick didn’t notice that he was nearing the end of the table as he was looking over his shoulder to monitor the progress of his attacker. Nick reaches the tables end, and tumbles right off of it. He falls for what feels like an eternity until finally landing on a soft, plush surface. Mark must have been about to do laundry as a basket full of unwashed clothes sits beside the table and breaks Nicks fall.

“Holy SHIT! What the fuck!? Ok, enough of this…I need to go get Mark!” Nick climbs off the clothes and makes his way towards the computer where Mark is diligently working, still clad in all of his gym clothes. On the way to the computer, Nick feels the familiar feeling from in the box of his muscles becoming stiff. “No, not now! NOT NOW!” Nick thinks. Nick barely makes it to the foot of the computer where Mark is sitting. He opens his mouth to shout up at Mark when, he freezes. Nick is once again stuck in one position only mere inches from the right foot of his best friend.

As Mark works, he begins to fidget with his feet. He slowly kicks off his Nike running shoes and brushes them to the side. Immediately Nick is hit with the warm, humid stench from Mark’s feet. The smell seemed to be a mix of vinegar, cheese and salt. As if the smell wasn’t bad enough, Nick looked up in time to see Mark’s slightly dirty, white no show sock descending directly over him. The impact came shortly after that. The soft, moist fabric rubbing all over Nick’s body. Mindlessly, Mark pushed his foot back and forth causing Nick to roll under his sole. Before long, Nick was completely covered in sweat and grime from Mark’s socks. This continued for some time until Mark decides that his socks have become a burden and removes them revealing his perfect, size 12, soft sole with long, plump toes. His arch is directly overhead, with slight creases in the skin as it too begins to descend onto Nick. The impact of the bare foot is much worse than with the sock. The smell, the sweat, the texture is all magnified on the bare foot. Nick’s face is pressed into the soft flesh of Mark’s sole. His toes wrap around Nicks head causing him to gag a little.

The form in between his toes must have raised some suspicion in Mark as he, briefly looks away from the computer screen, down at his feet to see Nick’s tiny form pinned under his toes. “NICK! SHIT MAN! I am so sorry! Dude these boys are RANK after the gym, I can only imagine how badly they smell!” When Nick didn’t respond in any way, Mark figures out what happened. “Ah, frozen again I see. You should do a little more research next time, eh? Here, for now let me put you back into your box so you’re safe until I am done!”

Mark carries the still form of Nick and places him back into the box where he found him. Mark leaves to head back to his work saying “OK, now don’t move. HAH! Ok, bad joke, sorry.” Nick only had a few minutes to himself to think about all the fun he and Mark would have this week when he suddenly hears a door quietly open behind him. Footsteps. He sees a dominating image pass by his box. He can barely make out that it is Tyler’s head, heading for the fridge. Tyler opens the fridge, and Nick hears him groan and close the fridge. He turns around and his eyes fall immediately on the box and his eyes light up.

Tyler looks groggy, wearing a white t-shirt, shorts and his hair is slightly messed up and his stubble is a bit longer than usual. Tyler’s lips creep into a smile as he sees the wrapper reading “candy.” His hands reach for Nick’s solid form. Tyler isn’t as gentle as Mark was. He grabs Nick in a tight fist and brings him up to his face. He gives Nick a long lick and smacks his lips. “MM, not bad!”

Nonchalantly, Tyler takes his hand and moves it quickly towards his mouth. Nick is projected into his mouth at full speed. He slams into the uvula at the back of Tyler’s mouth and falls down to his tongue - Also, soft, but a little moister than Mark’s was. His breath had a hint of weed in it mixed with some tooth paste. Tyler savors Nicks flavor for a while rolling him around, sucking on him and tasting the morsel. Nick slowly senses his feeling returning. “THANK GOD! JUST IN TIME,” he thinks to himself.

Nick lets out a similar scream and protest as to the one from in Mark’s mouth, only with less success. Tyler ignores the protests and continues his snacking. Feeling the wiggling in his mouth, Tyler says to himself “Fuck, I must still be high. I swear my food is moving. I guess there is only one way to end it.”

With that, Tyler places Nick into the center of his tongue. He tilts his head back some and Nick slides back to the uvula. Just as he is about to reach the back of the throat he stops. Saliva drenches him from head to toe. Suddenly, Tyler’s tongue flips up throwing Nick into the back of his throat. He meets the moist uvula which swiftly forces him downward to the opening of the esophagus. Nick pauses there for a second, only to be greeted with a second, stronger pressure from the uvula along with a loud *GULP* noise. Nick screams as loud as he can as his squirming form is forced into the tight opening of the esophagus. The muscles in the uvula slowly work Nicks struggling body down towards the stomach. Outside, Tyler’s neck bobs in and out as he swallows his breakfast. He lets out a satisfying sigh as Nick continues his descent to the stomach. Finally, Nick reaches the opening of the stomach. He is squeezed through a tight opening and falls with a splash into the empty stomach below. He immediately gets up and begins screaming, kicking, clawing, doing anything he can to escape. Tyler merely ignores the squirms and heads back to bed, blaming the feeling on hallucinations from the weed. Realizing it is useless, Nick slowly drifts off to eternal sleep in the stomach juices.

Sometime later, Tyler wakes up again to find Mark searching frantically around the apartment. “Dude, what are you looking for?” he asks.

“Oh it’s uh, oh never mind!” Mark says frantically, obviously frustrated by his lack of success.

“Well, whatever it is, forget it. You should go out and get more of that candy instead. I had that last piece earlier today, and it rocked my world dude.”

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