Lost in the Rain

Richey had been an active child. He had always been a bit of a hyper kid growing up and that had continued into his current age of twelve. He had also begun to develop a horniness for girls, as puberty had begun to kick in. Not that he had yet to experience randy feelings in the past. There had been occasions, though it was certainly not hormonal.

There had been the time on the monkey bars when he was barely more than a toddler when a girl next to him had missed her bar and grabbed his crotch. It had been an unusual feeling for him, somewhere between a curious pleasure and pain.

Then there was the time during recess just last year when a girl he liked, Joanie, had retaliated unexpectedly from a game of ‘titty twister’ he and his friends had played on the girls. Most of the girls had simply laughed (or screamed) and run away. But Joanie had reached down his shorts and grabbed a hold of the head of his little cock and twisted it in a circle to mimic what he had done with her nipple. He had gasped in shock and surprise, along with it being painful.

“That’ll teach ya, you little perv”, the girl had said before jogging off with the other girls. Richey had watched her talk to the other girls, no doubt telling them what she had done, and a couple of them had reacted in excited and giggling fashion.

And yet, even though it had been painful, there was something which struck his sexual fancy about the girl who was bold enough to reach into his shorts. She had showed no fear of his ‘sugar monster’ (which was his recent pet name for his penis) and he was quite impressed with her.

That was why he felt a surge of excitement when his mother, Wilma, had told him his cousin Rachel would be coming over soon for a few hours. Rachel’s mother had some errands to run in town and Rachel apparently would rather come over to visit with her cousin rather than tag along on boring errands.

Richey thought of the times he’d seen Rachel – once at the recent wedding of his older sister to Rachel’s older brother and on one other family get-together. He’d also seen her once during his sister’s dating phase. It was just a glance as the man had picked up his sister and Rachel had been in the car. The thirteen year old brunette, sort of a country bumpkin, had seemed pretty and confident. He was anxious to exhibit his newfound sexual energy when she showed up, to see her reaction.

***

In an effort to impress his cousin, he thought of something which might show off his athletic ability and imagination for her – Jedi dueling. Their play had begun innocently enough – they had both dressed in Jedi costumes, Rachel borrowing the leather costume of Richey’s sister (she was away). Of course, since Richey and his sister both had the ‘good’ light-sabres (they were both blue), when they crossed each other, it didn’t ring true as a battle between good and evil. Richey had told Rachel she had to play the role of ‘bad’ Jedi.

Soon, it began to sprinkle and they decided to turn their attention from dueling to the playground. Richey removed his robe so that he simply had a t-shirt and shorts on underneath, while Rachel put her shirt on over her costume, removing the leather-strapped bra and shoulder coverings after first covering herself. 

They had continued playing in the rain, the small park just a few hundred yards away. Richey had rejected his mother’s calls to come inside twice and Rachel had stayed to play with him as they played on the swings and ran around the various blocks and items to climb and crawl on. But the rain had come down harder and harder and she finally had enough.

“I’m going in Richey”, announced Rachel, “it’s raining too hard.”

“Awww”, moaned Richey. He didn’t mind the rain in the least. There had been no sounds of thunder, so the worst they could do in his mind is simply get muddy. Of course, his mother would have a different opinion on that entirely. “Ok”, he muttered sullenly as he jogged after the girl, who had a good 40 feet head start on him.

Richey bemoaned the fact that she had relented, though he had been able to talk her into playing in the rain for several minutes. Of course, he had noticed that the girl was not wearing a bra and her nipples stood out prominently from her firm chest which jiggled as she ran. This was another reason for his disappointment. Watching the girl’s breasts jiggle in the wet shirt was somehow captivating to him and gave him a strange feeling or urge in his groin.

He ran and almost caught up with her by the time she reached the front door.

***

Richey’s mother was less than thrilled when the two drenched youngsters came tearing into the house, Rachel screaming and Richey yelping as they fought to be the first inside. Wilma was just inside the door and had anticipated the mad rush. She stopped the two at the door and the sudden stop made Richey’s abdomen push into Rachel’s backside. The wet clothes felt very cold to the touch and even worse when pressed into their flesh.

“Stop it”, Rachel muttered as she looked behind her. He was making a goofy face.

“Hold it you two! Shoes and socks off. NOW!”, she said sternly, pointing at the mat just inside. “I can’t believe you both stayed out there in the rain. I’m surprised at you Rachel. And Richey…I’m not surprised at you. Didn’t you all hear me yelling?”

“Sorry Mrs. Franklin”, said Rachel, bowing her head ashamedly as she took off her shoes and socks.

“Come on ma. It’s fun to play in the rain”, said Richey defensively, taking off his shoes and socks too.

Both stood there shivering in the entryway.

Wilma gave him a pointed look and handed each of them a large towel. “Alright, I want both of you out of those wet clothes. Rachel, your mother brought a change of clothes for you in this bag.” She handed the small bag to Rachel.

Both kids looked at each other. Had they heard correctly? Did Richey’s mother just order then to strip down? Both felt a sense of embarrassment that one might see the other naked.

“Uh…”, Rachel began.

Wilma interjected, “Don’t worry. No one’s gonna see the other naked.” She stepped past Rachel and began to towel off Richey’s head and face. “Go ahead and change out now Rachel and I’ll keep Richey from watching. Than, when you’re finished, you can go to the bathroom to finish up and Richey can change here. Set your wet clothes there”, she pointed to an open space in front of the carpeted area.

“Oh, ok”, Rachel said, seeing the woman’s logic. She turned to face Richey just in case he tried to look. She got out a t-shirt and pair of shorts from the bag and quickly stripped down, replacing her wet shorts and panties with the dry pair of shorts, then she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly unfolded and put on the dry t-shirt. She wore no bra, even though she had developed into a B-cup, which was on the large size for a girl her age.

“All done Mrs. Franklin”, she announced, looking behind to get the mother’s acknowledgement. Then she took her bag and headed into the living room and then took the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Alright young man, you behave yourself around Rachel. I saw you trying to sneak a peek at her.”

“Yes, mom”, the boy replied somberly. What a buzz-kill his mom could be at times.

“Good boy. Now, I’ve got your clothes in the laundry, so you just take these wet things off and I’ll put them in the dryer”, she said to him.

“But mom, what am I gonna do then? You don’t want me running around naked?”, Richey said, perplexed.

“Of course not. Strip down and then you can put on that afghan blanket until your clothes are dry.”

“Geez! Ok”, Richey said, quickly taking off his wet shirt and then his shorts, than he made a run for the afghan and snatched it up, before removing his undies and handing them to his mother.

Wilma shook her head as he had dripped a bit of water for the several feet it took him to get the afghan off the couch. She thought of saying something to him, but then just took his clothes and walked away towards the kitchen (the laundry room was an offshoot from the kitchen in a small ante-room between it and the door to the driveway on the side of the house).

***

Alternating POV

Initially embarrassed with his nakedness, Richey was feeling that maybe he could turn the situation to his advantage. Having gotten out of the cold wet clothing, the afghan had given him some warmth and yet, the thrill of being naked stirred something in him. His juices were stirring and he had found Rachel pretty and fun to play with. And he really liked her boobs, which were bigger than most of the girls around his age.

As he thought about things, yes, he did have to admit that he felt a sexual attraction to his cousin. He wondered if he had made his feelings obvious to both her and his mother. After all, his mother had made the comment about his trying to peek at her when she changed. Did she know? He didn’t mind if Rachel sensed this, though he liked to play coy with girls. But if his mother knew, he would feel embarrassed. For he knew it wasn’t right to think about his cousin that way. And yet, she had only recently been his cousin. Surely, there had so be some leeway in what they could do. After all, he reasoned, there were no guarantees his sister and her brother would remain married forever.

He wondered if she felt a sexual attraction to him, beyond the fun she seemed to have playing and tussling with him on the playground. He resolved not to make the first sexual advance, but perhaps he could do something to provoke her interest or test whether there were similar urges on her behalf. If he was lucky, he might get to see her butt or tits. Their playing in the rain with her wet shirt had promised him they would be spectacular.

--

Rachel finished freshening up in the bathroom. She was a bit peeved that her mother didn’t pack another set of panties for her, but atleast she had gotten out of those wet clothes. Her skin felt a bit clammy and cool still and she shivered as a chill ran up her spine.

Turning her thoughts to Richey, she giggled. She thought he was cute and she enjoyed playing with him, but he had been a bit grubby and rough at times on the playground. She wondered if he enjoyed looking at her tits, which she was very proud of and liked to show off. She hadn’t minded her shirt getting wet at first as it prominently displayed them, but after the rain had picked up, the coldness had bothered her.

Exiting the bathroom, she made her way back down the hallway to the living room. Not seeing Richey, she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and began to take an interest in the TV show, which had been turned to the cartoon section. It looked to be a spoof of Little Red Riding Hood. With her angle towards the TV, which was set in the middle of the living room, the corner couch gave her a bit of a peripheral view to the hallway from whence she’d just come and also where the bedrooms were, a bit further down the hallway from the bathroom.

--

Richey crept silently along the hallway. He had heard the girl leave the bathroom (the door opening and the flick off of the light switch) and had seen her walk into the living room, where she seemed to look around for him before settling into the corner couch, though he could only see her dangling feet from his current position. As he crept further, the rest of her legs could be seen. She had seemed quite an athletic girl to him. She really had an attractive, tanned toned pair of legs.  He stopped just out of view from her upper body as he was briefly enamored with them.

A thought struck him. I wonder how she would react if gave her a quick flash of my naked body. He felt a thrill and he decided to go through with it.

He crept just within view of her face, which was angled towards the TV, and quickly opened and closed his afghan. He didn’t make a voluntary sound, other than perhaps his feet making a creak in the hallway. He noticed a smirk develop on the girl’s face, but she continued looking straight at the TV.

--

Rachel caught the boy’s movement in the hallway and heard a very slight creak. She hadn’t really seen him, but more or less felt his presence. He’s gonna try to scare me, she thought. Ok, I’ll play his game and pretend not to know he’s there. She kept her face directed at the TV.

Then he did something she didn’t expect. He had crept a bit further and she could see his outline in the corner of her eye of her peripheral vision. Instead of jumping out at her, she had detected him opening and closing his blanket, though she hadn’t made out any details other than she knew he was naked underneath.

Did he just flash me? She had found the thought amusing and surprising. Staring straight ahead, she wasn’t aware of the smirk which involuntarily had spread across her face.

--

Richey crept silently (or so he thought) back to his room, collecting his thoughts. Perhaps she didn’t see me? He decided to wait a bit, then he would try again with more gusto, determined to make sure the girl saw him. He wondered what the worst case scenario would be – would she tell her friends? Maybe. But that really wasn’t such a bad thing. Rachel traveled in different circles than he. He didn’t know any of her friends and he was pretty sure she didn’t know any of his friends. That was a good thing.

--

After waiting a minute, with no sign of Richey, Rachel decided she would go find where he was. She jumped off the couch and began to walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms. She wondered if she might catch him naked, lying on his bed. That would be a funny sight. Two could play at the game of sneaking up on the other.

Richey had gotten off his bed and was just about to go into the hallway when he detected a shadow of someone moving in it. Peeking his head out, he saw that it was Rachel and she was walking his way, passing the bathroom. Another jolt of sexual energy burst within him and, as she got near his door, he jumped out in front of her and pulled his blanket open with his arms, this time saying “Surprise!” as he did so. Smiling as he watched her face, he did a little dance before closing the blanket back up.

--

Rachel was indeed surprised when her younger cousin jumped in front of her. It caused her heart to skip a beat. Before she could react further, he pulled his afghan asunder and she viewed his nakedness in all it’s glory. For some reason, as if by reflex, her vision went right down to Richey’s genitals. She watched him do a little dance, his small cock bobbing around his bare nutsack.

She stood there, stunned for a moment, then said “oooh” and bolted back to the living room without even looking Richey in the face. A deep embarrassment made her cheeks flush at what she had just seen.

It had been an amusing sight, seeing her little cousin’s bits and the image of his little thing bobbing about (she could not call it flopping as it hadn’t been big enough to meet that description) caused her to giggle as she pulled a pillow on the couch to her face. She had actually seen other penises before and they had been much bigger. Why would this boy go around showing off his bits like that?

--

Richey reveled in his excitement. He had gotten the reaction he had wanted from the girl. She had looked directly at his ‘sugar monster’ and had been caught off guard, gave a squeak and run away. But one thing she hadn’t done is get angry and he took that as a big plus. In his mind, this was an invite for more. He felt his cock twitch. He loved that feeling when his cock began to grow from it’s small and soft state.

He decided to double down on his latest action, slowly following the girl down the hallway. He found her with her face in a pillow. Without seeing her face, he didn’t know what she was doing. He decided to surprise her again.

“Rachel”, he said, getting her attention as she lowered the pillow, than she pulled the afghan apart again, giving her a very quick flash. She responded by covering her face with the pillow once more.

--

What is he thinking? Doesn’t he know his mom can walk in at any moment? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. She liked Richey, but she was well aware that doing anything of a sexual nature with him was off limits and she was loathe to incur the wrath of his mother. Furthermore, they hardly knew each other. She didn’t know any of his group of friends and she looked on that as a negative. She might have been tempted to play with him a bit (as she had on one other occasion with a boy from her school) if the two were on their own somewhere, but she wasn’t going to be railroaded into it, feeling powerless in the boy’s home.

As she uncovered her face to say something to him, he flashed her again, laughing as he did so. Oh my god, is it growing? She had noticed his once tiny cock was now starting to develop some girth and hardness to it, looking more like the ones she had seen elsewhere. Part of her was curious, but the main feeling within her that was winning the battle was one of annoyance.

“Richey!”, she whispered loudly, talking to him through the pillow which she angled slightly away from him, threatening, “keep that little pecker of yours covered, or else I’ll tell your mom.”

***

Richey could hardly stop himself from giggling. He had gotten the girl’s goat, his penis had gotten hard, and he was sure she’d gotten a good look at it. He even thought he saw a somewhat lustful look in her eyes. Clearly, she was pretending to not like it, threatening to tell his mom. He scrambled his thoughts, trying to think how he might trap the girl. She was covering her face with the pillow, looking off to the side.

Perhaps? If she reacts as she did earlier, she might run towards his bedroom. Than, he might be able to play with her without fear of his mother coming in to bother them. He could simply lock his door.

Richey jumped a few feet to the side, now in front of the girl’s face. She had her eyes closed.

“Rachel!”, he said abruptly. When she opened her eyes, he gave her the longest flash yet, “surprise!” This time, he left the afghan open for several seconds as he danced, his penis now turgid and tilting at an upward angle.

--

Fuck!, thought Rachel. Now he’s got a boner. Part of her wanted to reach out and grab it. Another part of her wanted to kick him in the nuts. These two feelings lost out to her horror and embarrassment that her cousin was naked in front of her and that he was forcing his sexuality on her.

“Mrs. Franklin”, Rachel yelled, “Richey’s botherin’ me.” There was a slight country twang to her speech.

--

“Richey!”, said Wilma, coming into the room from the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing mom”, he lied. He couldn’t believe the girl had told on him. She was threatening to spoil their fun.

“Uhuh”, she said, disregarding his answer, which she knew to be dishonest, “behave yourself and be nice to your cousin. You’re her host.”

Richey nodded. He wasn’t sure how, but he felt that his mom could sometimes see right through him and detect when he was truthful and when he wasn’t. It must be a special power moms have, he guessed.

“How about some soup to help warm up? Rachel, Richey?”, she asked of each, both of whom nodded affirmatively.

“Good, I’ll put some on now. Richey, your clothes will be dry in another 10 minutes or so”, she gave him another pointed look, then returned to the kitchen.

--

Richey waited a couple minutes, glaring at the girl, his hands on his hips cloistered around the folds of the blanket. Rachel was unperturbed and responded by making a funny face, bulging her cheeks and rolling her eyeballs, looking silly.

“I can’t believe you told my mom”, he said to her, which caused her to grin and stick her tongue out at him, her playful demeanor seemingly returning now that his mom had backed her up. For his part, he was deeply embarrassed whenever his mother scolded him, especially when it was in front of a girl, and doubly so when that girl was his pretty cousin.

Disregarding his mom’s earlier scolding, he lurched forward towards Rachel, dropping his afghan. Now what would she do?

***

Rachel was pleased. Her confidence was back. Richey’s mother had backed her up over her own son. She felt a sudden connection to the woman, whom she now felt she could trust.

Richey had said he didn’t believe she would say something, which brought out her bratty nature. She stuck her tongue out at him.

However, he didn’t react as intended, saying “meet the sugar monster” and dropping the afghan entirely and standing in front of her fully nude, thrusting his jutting penis up and forward like a pointing dog towards her face only a couple inches away from it. He danced, gyrating his hips, making his penis rotate around his little balls like a dick propeller. Time stood still for a moment.

She did the only thing she could do – she jumped off the couch and ran as fast as she could down the hall, getting into Richey’s bedroom and quickly slamming the door shut behind her.

--

Richey had seen the look of horror on Rachel’s face and was startled by her swift reaction as she leapt right past him and ran down the hallway. He knew then that he’d gone too far and for the first time, feelings of guilt hit his conscience.

He picked up the afghan and walked somberly down the hall towards his room, noticing the door was shut.

“Rachel?”, he said, with a melancholy voice.

“Go away!”, she commanded him with a cold tone.

“Rachel. I’m sorry. I…I was just teasing”, he said.

“I said – go away!”. This time, her voice was more forceful. Damn, she was pissed. His plan had backfired completely and now, instead of a new girl to fool around with, he had a cousin who would know doubt tell her side of the family what had happened, possibly his own mother too. He would be a laughingstock at family get-togethers.

In defeat, he said “ok” and began to trudge away when a strangle tickle ran up his spine. He made a squeaking noise and felt himself losing his balance as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Then he felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck, just below his head and then came a dizziness. Grunting, he curled up in a fetal position and then everything went dark.

-- 

Rachel had heard the boy’s voice and could tell he was walking away, then she heard a yelp and a sound as if something was falling or cluttering the hallway. For a couple moments, she did nothing, considering this another possible trick Richey was playing on her.

“Richey?”, she said.

Silence.

“Richey? You ok?”, she asked again.

More silence.

Alright, if he’s playing another game on me, I really will kick the little twerp in the nuts!, she resolved, then unlocked and opened the bedroom door. It was a bit dark in the hallway, but she could see his afghan laying on the floor. She was about to close the door again, figuring he was hiding in the bathroom, ready to jump out at her again, but then she detected movement underneath the blanket.

Now very curious, she walked up to the blanket and reached out gingerly (it could be a snake under there for all she knew). Grasping a portion of the afghan, she pulled it up and back and jumped back herself.

There, out in the open now, was a tiny boy little more than an inch tall, nude to the world, blinking and looking confused as he looked up at her and then seemed to scan his surroundings.

“Whoa”, exclaimed Rachel, cupping her face in her hands in disbelief. She had heard about guys shrinking down with the new virus, but it was a very rare thing and this was the first time she had witnessed someone as a tiny in person. She felt an instant urge of excitement. A very naughty thought swept into her head. She bent low into a squatting position to see the tiny boy better.

-- 

“R.Rachel…what happened? Why am I so small?”, he said to the crouching giant girl. Just a minute before, they had both been close in height at around 5’ tall, though the girl had perhaps an inch on him. Now, she towered above him, even in her crouching position. Richey was an uncommon child in this regard – he wasn’t aware of the shrinking virus, nor did his family and friends talk about it, so what was happening to him was so surreal, he began to wonder if he was dreaming.

“I don’t know, but you look adorable”, she said, reaching down to gently pick him up. She brought him up to her face, near her nose.

To Richey, it was a very unusual feeling and he felt his stomach fall out from under him when she picked him up, similar to the way he felt when riding a roller coaster. She seemed to be smelling him as he heard an intake of air from her nostrils.

His nerves were on edge, but he trusted Rachel, her being the older and more responsible between the two of them. He wondered if it would be a good idea for her to take him to his mother. But just then, her loose t-shirt swayed beneath him and he got a wonderful view of her fantastic breasts. They were even more beautiful than he had envisaged and they were now huge jutting hills of perfect symmetry. He could see her ruby red nipples which looked about half his own size. Perhaps this wasn’t such a terrible situation after all.

--

Rachel picked up the tiny boy. He was even cuter at this size. She had had discussions with her friends about shrinkys, as her friends referred to them. One of her friends had heard a story of a boy who had shrunk down on the playground at school and had been quickly grabbed and gobbled up. The rumor was that shrinkys had a wonderful taste to them.

She lifted Richey up to her face and gave him a sniff. He had an earthy, rainy smell to him. The thought struck her again. She knew she shouldn’t…but.

She stood up and picked up the afghan with one hand and walked into the living room, carrying Richey with the fingers of the other hand. She leaned to see where Richey’s mother was and saw her fiddling around with the stove. Neither noticed that on the TV, the Big Bad Wolf was towering over Red Riding Hood with paws raised high threateningly, “mwuhahaha”.

Satisfied the mother was occupied, she retreated stealthily back down the hallway and into Richey’s room, closing and locking the door behind her. Than she giddily jumped up onto the bed, bringing the afghan with her. She peered down at the tiny boy as he was perched atop her thumb, his little arms and legs wrapped around it. At this tiny size, he no longer presented a threat to her. She thought his little butt looked rather cute.

“What are you gonna do?”, he asked, sounding like a meek little mouse to her.

“Have you ever had a blowjob?”, she whispered to him and her mouth formed a broad grin. He felt her warm breath on him. It felt good.

“Nn..no. Is it fun?”, he asked as he shivered in her palm.

“It’s really fun. You’ll love it.”

“O..ok, but just be careful”, he replied.

Rachel nodded in agreement. With that, she used her thumb to press his little body to her lips, his arms hugging onto her nail as her tongue took hold of his torso and swelled up and under his legs. She could feel his little thing swelling and getting harder.

She picked up the afghan to cover herself as her fingers delved down and quickly pulled her shorts off. She spread her legs and bent them back so that her knees were almost touching her breasts. It was her favorite position for getting off.

She played with her clit as she played with him in her mouth, using her tongue to pleasure him tenaciously. “Mmmm”, she moaned as he swirled around in her mouth and on her tongue, feeling him release his arms from her thumb. For her, his taste was like to the tang of a peach and she rather liked peaches.

The nature of the situation led to her orgasm building quite quickly and she tasted something new and salty – she instinctively knew that Richey had cum.

Until that very second, she was not sure if she would follow through on her naughty thought. In that split second, she felt that he probably deserved it and that’s what tipped the scales over the edge. She was still feeling a bit annoyed and also had some sexual angst. Somehow, eating the naked boy satisfied both desires, one to punish him and the other to consume him, releasing her own sexual energy as she fingered herself to climax.

“Told you you’d love it little cousin”, she said softly, then she upended his body and swallowed him head-first as he slid forward across her tongue and into her gullet.

'Gulch', 'glutch'.

--

Having polished Richey off, a pleasant sigh escaped her lips as she enjoyed the delightful fluttering in her belly. She giggled at the thought of Richey’s ‘sugar monster’ – it had tasted very sweet.

She pulled her clothes on, made a quick trip into the bathroom and then out to the couch to continue watching TV as if nothing had ever happened, though her face was flushed and sweaty.

--

Richey was surprised at the speed at which he was sent into the girl's mouth. It was quite the thrill ride. Her tongue was an animal unto itself as it first swirled all around him, then pressed up through his legs, concentrating on his crotch more than anything else. He gasped in surprise and delight as the tip grasped his nuts. No one had ever touched him there, his most precious of body parts. As he let go of her thumb to grab hold of the wild muscle, he closed his eyes and spurted his load in several tiny explosions onto it. He had wanted to make the good feelings last, but he hadn’t matured enough to resist the urge to contain his eruption, the tip of her tongue being too forceful for his nascent sexual abilities. He realized he’d just had his first ‘blowjob’ and It had felt wonderful and his thoughts turned to wanting to do it again.

From inside her, he heard her low moans, “Mmmmm” as he swirled around in her mouth and on her tongue. As he finished spurting, he subconsciously let go of the tongue and his body splayed and fell backward as the girl said something, than the next thing he knew, his legs were above him and he was barreling towards her gullet head first, flailing with his arms and legs desperately to try to slow his slide towards it as the girl angled her head up.

“Whoa! Whoa!”, he screamed with nervous apprehension at the feeling of total helplessness.

He felt like he was being swirled around in a whirlpool of her saliva, then felt his body get sucked into a narrow tunnel. Grasping frantically at everything, he could feel the inevitable buildup of pressure force him further into it. His whole body was squeezed into it. It actually felt somewhat good at first, the squeezing, sort of like a very strong full body massage. However, being still aroused, the squeeze on his little member was especially tight as he traversed her throat headfirst and his penis was bent back against it’s will, causing him immense pain, the fleshy texture giving way only slightly. Then his ears popped as his body descended, causing him to scream before he momentarily passed out.

His tiny body was in the early stages of being broken down into pulp to eventually be absorbed and distributed throughout her body.

***

A few minutes later, Richey’s mother came into the living room, holding a tray with a couple bowls of soup. “Here you go honey”, she said, laying one of the bowls on a table next to the couch Rachel was on.

“Thanks Mrs. Franklin”, Rachel said gratefully, “I haven’t had anything other than a small snack all morning.”

“Ugh, where’s that rambunctious little boy at?”, said Wilma.

“Mmmm”, said Rachel after she had blown on the hot spoonful and slurped it into her mouth. She couldn’t supress a small burp and covered her mouth with a sheepish smile. “Not sure. Perhaps he went to lie down. The last time I heard him, he didn’t seem to be feeling too well.” Inwardly, though she made no external noise, she chuckled silently at the mother’s expression of her son, her sides clenching and unclenching involuntarily and her abs jiggling.

Wilma went to look for Richey, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Not only was his soup ready, but his clothes were dried as well.

***

Richey woke up from his nightmare. In it, he was being pushed and pulled and throttled about. Waking, he was confused. He was in complete darkness. He felt short of breath. On the other hand, it was very humid and dank and it smelled. His body was half-immersed in some type of slimy liquid.

“Mom?”, he said, nervously.

There was no answer, but he heard a noise as if water was trickling around somewhere, almost like a waterfall in the distance.

Reaching for his pillow, he instead found his hands covered in something slimy and his skin was itching all over. Shocked and fearful, he stood upright, his heart racing.

He had slept through the first phase of the stomach’s digestion and the second phase was just beginning, the stomach churning into full digestion mode as his footing swayed underneath him, making him drop to his hands and knees into the muck of the soup the girl had just ingested. Some of it along with the acids of Rachel’s stomach got into his mouth and he scrunched his nose in distaste at the tart liquid.

It was beyond itching now, he felt like his skin was literally burning. Even his mouth and throat burned. He had no idea where he was or what was happening.

To make matters even worse, his member, his ‘sugar monster’ was in immense pain. He didn’t know why, not realizing the cartilage had been shorn by his trip down the girl’s gullet. It had shrunk down to it’s smallest state. “Ow. Owie”, he mumbled and rubbed at it, trying to make the pain go away.

Then it struck him. He had been swallowed. His cousin, beautiful Rachel, had swallowed him. Was it an accident? Is she upset at me for flashing her? Is she playing a game with me, waiting for me to wake up so she could tease me before throwing me back up?  These thoughts flashed quickly through Richey’s juvenile mind.

He stood up again, though the slimy liquid still came up to his thigh. “Rachel?”

There was no acknowledgement.

“Rachel. I really liked the blowjob. Can you let me out now? Maybe we can do it again?”, he said, as loud as he dared.

Still no reaction from the girl.

The humidity, darkness and lack of oxygen made it tough for him to breathe.

Perhaps he had misread the girl’s reactions and she was really penalizing him now.

“Rachel. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for flashing you my sugar monster”, he said, his voice growing louder. Perhaps she couldn’t hear him, he wondered.

Then he heard voices – it was his mother’s and she was talking with Rachel. He listened for awhile, but he couldn’t make out what was being said.

He called out to her, “Mom! Mommy!”, but was met with giggling from Rachel and her giggling had the effect of making her belly tremble, causing him to slip and fall back into the muck.

“Ouch. Oh. Oh”, he exclaimed, trying to wring off the grimy liquid and bits of masticated noodles.

He climbed higher up the moist, forgiving musculature, out of the chime except for his ankles and feet. The oppressive nature of the climate he was in and yelling made his strength wane.

“Rachel. Rachel, I’d like to come out now. It’s really hot in here!”, he yelled, no longer holding back his vocals.

But again, there was no response from the girl. Nor did he detect mother’s voice any longer. He was growing more tired by the second.

Mustering up his strength, he looked up and yelled, “Come on, Rachel! I..I won’t bring out the sugar monster…never again…I..I promise!”

After getting no response, he screamed with all his remaining energy, “Rachel, please! Let me out now. It hurts and…I’m tired.”

This latest outburst had sapped him completely and he was having trouble thinking clearly. His body sank a bit so that the liquid was back up to his waist. He was beginning to fade out and he laid his head on his arms. He felt like taking a nap.

After some moments, the stomach began to move about, contracting and squeezing. There was a rhythmic quality to it and, along with the warmth of the pool of chime most of his body lay in, Richey’s mind was eased.

As he lost consciousness, the rest of his body slid from moist textured surface into the sludge. He was never to wake again. His tiny body would eventually be absorbed into the muck and thence absorbed into Rachel’s body, acting as important nutrients for the growing girl.

***

Wilma didn’t think anything of the MSD virus in regards to her son’s disappearance. Though the virus had triggered on males as young as twelve years old, it was a very rare circumstance. In most of the ‘known’ cases, the gene had triggered in the late teens to early twenties. Richey hadn’t even been diagnosed with the virus, as doctors hadn’t been given the information to diagnose it by the time of his last physical. Of course, his next physical would have only been a couple weeks away, at the start of the school year.

After some time, Wilma asked Rachel where she thought Richey had gotten to. Rachel had mentioned that Richey had seemed upset with his mother’s treatment. She said he looked angry and embarrassed. Perhaps he had gotten some dirty clothes out of the laundry and left the house, running out into the still-pouring rain as she finished her soup? Rachel had even went out with the mother to ‘help search’ for him, starting with the nearby playground. Of course, they didn’t find him.

As the authorities were inevitably called to try to help locate the missing boy, Rachel wondered if she would have another such tiny encounter. It had left her with an insatiable desire to swallow another boy like the one she had just eaten. She thought of using her own powers of seduction, which were fledgling, but growing. She had been lucky this time, but after all, luck was where opportunity meets preparation. As for Richey, she would tell her friends that he had simply been ‘lost in the rain’.

The End