A brisk breeze blows on a cold evening as a warmly dressed
girl strides the streets of he small village. The winters in northern Japan are
brutal and despite her attire the harsh wind chills her body and hardens her
nipples. The girl has just come from her small apartment, having sat a day of
tedious assignments for her online university course. She is exhausted,
mentally and physically, but most importantly, she is hungry. She veers of the
main street into a slender alley and paces down its long corridor to an old red
wooden door lit by a single lantern hanging to the right side. She reaches
forward with a gloved hand and makes contact with the old timber, which despite
its exposure to the elements emanates warmth. With a sturdy push it swings open
and the young woman steps forward and bathes in the comforting glow of the
room. As the door shuts behind her, she removes her gloves slowly, revealing
long slender fingers crowned with unpainted nails, and proceeds to then remove
her overcoat. The door revealed a small ramen shop, hidden from the unsuspecting
customer, and as the chef behind the counter noticed her familiar face he
called a greeting in his rustic rural accent and gestured to an empty seat at
the counter. She walks to the chair and lifts herself onto it, her buttocks spreading
over its surface as it compresses down onto the old stool. She sits with a warm
smile on her face, silently, theres no need to order as she is well known here,
and takes out her phone to pass the time.
You sit in absolute darkness, surrounded by the terror
sounds of crying and screaming, but you cannot see where you are. You remember
being in Tokyo exploring a new bar that a friendly local had kindly shuffled
you into when suddenly it all went dark. It had been filled with foreigners
like yourself and the drinks were damn good. But now you sat in the pitch
darkness, seemingly naked, surrounded by scared others speaking a variety of non-Japanese
languages. Suddenly light filled you world as the roof was peeled back. What you
saw couldn’t be real. Towering mountains above, into the heavens themselves was
a middle-aged Japanese man. He was huge, his face so high above you could
barely see him clearly. But you didn’t see him long as your world vibrated
horribly as though the worst earthquake had struck, and suddenly you seemed to
be rising into the air. Before you knew it, the world tilted, and then flipped.
You were thrown from you small prison by your god and descended towards what
appeared to be a ramen bowl, to you as large as a city block. Little time did
you have to think as soon you splashed into the painfully hot soup broth,
surrounded by islands of noodles, vegetables and meat which all towered over
you.
You didn’t know it, but the bar that you had been at in Tokyo
had been a front. Each night they drew in as many unsuspecting foreigners as
possible, gave them good music and good drink. But the catch was, no one ever
left the way they came. Every poor soul that entered was shrunk to about a centimetre
tall and canned in small prisons before being sent to a chain on secret ramen
shops around Japan. This is how you came to be here, as you scrambled up onto a
pile of noodles to escape the scalding hot soup. You looked around your surreal
landscape filled with terror. There was about a dozen or so other tiny people
like yourself, each trying to find a surface to stand upon. Soon the world
shook again as you were lifted into the air and carried across the kitchen
before being sat in front of a new god… or goddess. You looked up, craning your
neck to see the magnificent being who sat above you. She was young, maybe in
her 20’s. seated, her face was clearer to you. Slightly chubby in the cheeks
but so very cute, her skin pale as snow but her cheeks flushed by the cold she
had escaped. Her slender eyes currently
glued to a phone in her hand as she thanked the chef for his work.
Suddenly she put down her phone and her eyes shifted onto
the meal before her. You looked directly into her large eyes, those giant pupils
which from your gaze were planets feeling the sky. Her lips stretched into a
long grin and you filled with absolute terror as a tongue protruded her lips
and ran the coarse of her mouth in hungry anticipation. She sat up straight and
clapped her hands together before chanting the so commonly heard phrase “Itadakimasu!”.
She then picked up the chop sticks that lay next to the bowl and with no
hesitation drove them into the bowl. It caused a tsunami of soup that to you
was metres high. Her chop sticks twirled and soon retracted with a helping of
noodles that ascended into the sky. You watched in sheer disbelief as one of
your fellow captives was tangled in the mass of noodles that rose up. They stood
no chance as the young woman slurped the noodles into her mouth, and chewed vigorously
before swallowing and letting out a deep sigh of relief as food finally entered
her system. “Oishii!” she cried out,
earning a small snicker from the chef nearby. Again she drove her chop sticks
into the bowl and again pulled out some food. For several minutes she would
repeat this ritual. Sometimes it was just food, other times a poor soul would
be taken into her maw.
You were paralysed with fear. And you didn’t notice until
you started to rise that the noodles you had taken refuge upon were now heading
to their final destination. You looked to the heavens and saw her giant soft
lips part as you were thrusted into the waiting abyss. You fell from the
noodles and landed on a wet surface, covered in small lumps, the surface
manipulated and drove the food, you, around the soaking cavern. Absorbing the
flavour you provide. Large teeth got to work annihilating the noodles as you
desperately jump and dodge, not actually aware of where you are leaping to. But
by some amazing miracle, you land back on the surface of her tongue unharmed. You
lay their exhausted hoping to god it is all over. But you forgot the crucial
detail, that now, she is your god. Her head tilted back slightly and you were
forced to the back of her throat, powerful muscles dragging you into the dark void
that is her oesophagus. You re sucked in and despite you small size, the
muscles grab you tightly and pull you into her, a mush of saliva and emaciated
noodles forming your surroundings. You are dragged and sucked and pulled through
large opening before you fall a short distance into a waiting pool of mush. You
know where you are right away as you sit in the complete and utter darkness. Thick
acidic air burning your lungs. The only oxygen is whatever she managed to
swallow with her food. You start to panic as you desperately attempt to think
of a way to escape, but it is no use as the pile of goop that you sit upon,
once noodle and vegetable, begins to act as quick sand and you start to sink
into it. Your legs are soon completely trapped, and no matter how much you
struggle, there is no escape. The air is thing, and smell of ramen, saliva and
vomit burns your nose. You are soon going to pass out, but just before you do
you here a rumble above, before a loud squeach comes from the sky. A new intake
of chewed and spitty food falls from her throat and lands upon the mound you
are trapped. For a few short seconds that you have before you lose consciousness,
you are completely buried in the chewed remains of the meal that will help this
small girl, no, this goddess through one more mundane day of study.
The following morning the young woman is walking down the
street in the bitter cold morning air. She is tired and exhausted from another
late night of watching anime, but the call for supplies was essential and she
was heading towards the local store. She is half awake when she feels a grumble
coming from her lower stomach as the meal of the night before makes its final
journey to the end. She quickens her pace and as she enters the store, she
heads straight for the restroom in the back corner. The door swings open, and
her panties slide to her ankles as her long skirt is hoisted about her waist. She
squats over a long bowl, and with her eyes half asleep releases a stream of
piss. Suddenly a great pressure builds in her backside ass her anus begins to
relax and long log worms its way out before falling into the bowl bellow. She sighs
with relief of the pressure, and upon cleaning herself, stands, adjust her
clothes and flushes before leaving. As she walks into the shop to go about her
day, her mind is oblivious to the dozen or so bleached skeletons of tiny foreigners
who she just sent to the sewers below. Their last breathes now energy for a few
steps as she goes about her business, thinking of her next meal.