This choice: She came up with an activity involving a customer • Go Back...Chapter #5An afternoon delight by: Tisch   "Since I work in an ice cream place, I couldn't help but notice that you were almost as small as a sprinkle. You're like your own little treat," Brittany teased. Though just a casual teasing remark, Brittany didn't realize how that expression might have had an impact on Derek. Soon after making such a comment, Derek instantaneously got smaller. Ironically, he was hardly larger than the aforementioned sprinkle. Brittany's eyes lit up with excitement, as well as surprise, as this process unfolded right in front of her. Derek, meanwhile, was not quite as amused. "What are you doing?" he called. "Why would you say something like that? God dammit, help me!" Ignoring the little guy's plea, Brittany furled her hand closed around Derek. "I have an idea," she whispered. "Hang in there with me, little guy. It will all make sense soon."
Trapped in the dark embrace of the high school student's hand, Derek was afraid of what she had in store for him. After initially seeming like a kind, welcoming figure, Brittany soon painted a different picture for Derek. After having officially clocked on her shift, the blonde unfurled her hand and revealed to Derek her work station. In front of them lay a complete ice box filled with ice cream. Beside the panel of frozen treats were bowls and cones, both waffle and otherwise. Derek looked back at Brittany. The smile she wore seemed comforting, but with his paranoia heightened, Derek didn't take it that way. "Brittany," he spoke, "please just put me down. I can take care of myself from here." Hardly even hearing Derek at his size, Brittany shrugged. "I get what you're saying, or at least I think I am, but this is an opportunity I can't pass up. You'll understand." The blonde girl stuffed Derek into her shirt pocket for a moment. To ensure he wouldn't move out, she then crumpled up a napkin and piled it on top of him. Brittany then started treating customers.
Inside of the student worker's pocket, Derek was beginning to panic. "What could she be thinking of? I don't understand, why won't she just let me go?" he thought. "Wait... she accidentally made me small. But it sounded like she came up with some idea. But what- I don't- what the hell?" A few minutes later, the crumpled napkin was tossed out of Brittany's pocket without a second thought. A peach-colored hand gripped Derek and pulled him out of the cotton prison. Covering his mouth to prevent him from speaking, Brittany glanced at Derek. A smirk was firmly set on her face. Derek looked around. What he could see was a waffle cone with what he thought was vanilla ice cream. A few dots surrounded the ice cream. Those dots were sprinkles. Suddenly, it all clicked for Derek. Brittany was going to use him as a sprinkle, referring back to the comment she had made earlier. Only this time, he really was the size of a sprinkle. An unknowing person would never expect one of their sprinkles to be a person. A moment later, Derek found himself submerged in the cold, smooth substance held on by a waffle cone.
"Here you go, have a nice day!" Brittany called out to the customer as she handed them the cone. That customer was a mother with two young children next to her. Handing one of the children a waffle bowl, she handed the other the cone. The child taking the cone, a young girl of no more than 8-years-old, was delighted. "Thanks, Mom!" she exclaimed. The family of three went and sat at a nearby table. From behind the front counter, Brittany giggled to herself as the little girl went to work on the ice cream. Not long after having started on the ice cream, the little girl found her way to Derek.
*LICK*
*SLIDE*
Coughing and hacking out some excess ice cream, Derek slowly waltzed his way through the thick icy treat, hoping to get out as soon as possible. When he managed to find the outside world, the little man firmly moved aside a pile of ice cream and was able to see out. Directly in front of him was the young girl, her face huge in front of him as she went to take another lick.
*LICK*
Nearly picking up Derek in one swoop, the girl retracted her tongue and savored the sweet treat. Derek, on the other hand, was barely hanging on as his body was now hanging upside down, still stuck in the ice cream. "Hey, help!" he cried. "Please, I'm no sprinkle!" But the girl didn't pay attention to him. After getting through her previous bit of ice cream, she brought the ice cream cone back to her face. Derek screamed as the pink tongue of the girl swung its way right at him.
*SLURP*
All of a sudden, things went from chilly to moist and humid. From light to dark. Derek was wrapped up in the bit of ice cream the girl collected, completely under the control of her tongue. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth and sucked, hoping to get as much flavor out of the treat as possible. Derek struggled mightily, but the forces that be the girl's mouth were far greater than he could resist. He screamed and yelled and kicked, but there was nothing he could do. Just a few seconds later, the 8-year-old flicked her tongue back. The melted ice cream raced towards her gullet, as did Derek. "NOOO!" he yelled one final time.
*GLUCK*
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*SPLASH*
*GURGLE*
"*cough* *hack* Oh... Oh no..." Derek wheezed. He waded around in a brand new environment. It was darker than before. The acidic air was barely breathable. More of the melted ice cream fell in from above as the little girl continued to consume her treat. "I'm doomed..." the little man resigned. "I really hope I live. This... This is horrifying." The moans and groans of the little girl's stomach echoed around Derek. These would be the final sounds he would hear before losing consciousness. Thankfully, he would never have to experience the uglier end of the process that was to come.
About ten hours later, the end of Derek's journey would be complete. In the little girl's bathroom...  |
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