Goddess: Book 1, Chapter 10 (Patreon)

And so it began, the wind whipping through his hair as mighty plateau of bread and spread was carried through the air, toward the face of the woman he had recently learned to despise more than anyone else on the planet. This hellish journey was not like being in Amelia’s teacup, however. Back then, he’d scarcely been able to process everything before he was confronted by her gentle, puckered lips. That experience, though he could not appreciate it at the time, was an invitation to surrender himself to a greater being, and for a greater purpose. He would have welcomed this opportunity now, to take a leisurely ride between her lips, along her tongue, and down her throat, before letting the world fade to black within the warmth depths of Amelia’s belly. No, that would have been mercy, putting him out of the misery that Rachel had subjected him to.

Instead, he was given a full awareness of the situation unfolding, Rachel’s face shifting into view rather rapidly, eyes centered directly on the surface he was stranded on. She was grinning, teeth catching every bit of the light from the room and window, clean, though not pristine, just typical. He imagined her incisors, and how it would be a full day’s work for him to scrub a single tooth free of buildup, and if they even built scaffolding rigs tall enough to thoroughly clean the surface. He would probably need to hire some additional help, someone to sit on the gum line between the teeth and dispose of any residue. A pulley system could work, using buckets to transport the unwanted film from each tooth, and tossing the contents under the tongue to be washed away when she swallowed.

The conceptualizing of a work day, cleaning a single lower incisor in this college chick’s mouth was a stark reminder of how tiny he’d become, a message that was sent yet again as Rachel’s mouth opened. Instead of a quick preview of what was to come like he’d been given with Amelia, Rachel’s mouth yawned open wide to accept her prey, leaving no question on her intent. The cavernous maw was unlike anything he’d seen, a truly terrifying vista that spanned Andrew’s field of vision. The ravenous, clueless girl had put it all on display for him, tongue and teeth alike, a torrid wind blanketing the area like furnace from the depths of hades. He was going there, he was sure of it.

He had not begun to even consider her throat, dark, red, and unyielding in scope...there was no time to ponder its dark mysteries, as the beginning of the end commenced. The corner of the square meal reached its destination, settling in neatly along Rachel’s tongue, before the surface of the toast erupted into chaos. Amelia’s jaws prompted her teeth into momentum, and with a thunderous uproar, collided with the toast with oppressive force, demolishing layers upon layers of baked and toasted bread as they ripped through the surface. It was a cataclysmic event that lasted for much longer in his mind than it did in reality. Rachel’s mouth had taken its rightful place at the top of his list of fears, an all consuming bringer of ruin. A single bite had cemented this in his mind.

The man fell to his knees. He had no more profanity, he had no more slurs or insults, no more will to see vengeance. All he had left was fear. 

The mouth ripped what few rebellious shreds of bread remained away from the rest of the toasted, chunky green field, pulling her meal away a mere inch, before her lips closed around her mouthful. From here, Andrew witnessed the lips slip into a rhythm that mimicked the motion of her chewing. The jaw lowering first, he imagined, her teeth would be slathered in avocado, her tongue shifting this first bite over toward her molars, before the jaw lifted again to complete the cycle, forcing the teeth along the gumline to decimate any morsel that rested there. The lips would follow this motion, sealing tight against each other to prevent any thought of escape from her mouth. Nothing that had gone beyond them would see the light of day again. 

As the first bite was chewed, Andrew looked behind him. The very tip of Rachel’s thumb rested against the toast like a massive, fleshy sentinel, supporting and balancing its weight. It was the same thumb he’d seen when he’d arrived at her shoe, when things were much more simple. Still just as massive, still capable of delivering him from a terrible fate, if he could make it there.

He began to sprint. Or rather, attempted to sprint, but the gooey, heavy avocado spread refused to let him take a full step. Not only was he stranded in Rachel’s breakfast like a bit of seasoning, but he couldn’t move his legs to reach what precious chance of salvation her thumb had to offer. But he wouldn’t give up...not this quickly.

The dense, green, fruit-turned topping gave a disgusting schluck as he pulled his foot free, placing it down gently a step ahead, to avoid having to struggle as much next time. With one leg free, he put his weight into pulling the next free. It, too, resisted for a moment, before schlep-ing out of the gooey green muck. With both legs free, he looked backward to check his progress against Rachel’s next bite.

Sound assaulted his ears like none had before, the full alto of Rachel’s voice was enough to obliterate his ear drums in two single syllables, She had spoken, and like the deity she had become, that was enough to silence and motivate him. The chewing process continued, and he returned to his slow and unsteady pace toward her thumb.

“I can’t let her eat me, I can’t let this bitch eat me...I can’t let this bitch eat me...” He kept thinking, the intensity of his anger returning slowly after watching her first bite. He knew another would be coming soon, it had been easily over a minute since the first assault, and he had no doubt that this meal was not one intended to be long and luxurious. He trudged on.

His next surprise came not in the form of a tumultuous, world destroying bite from the unwitting predator, but instead, the entire world rotating. Amelia’s wrist, below and out of sight, shifted all at once, turning the toast so that the next corner, to Andrew’s southwest, was now aligned with her hungry lips. The quick and unexpected movement sent Andrew tumbling to the ground, splattering yet again into the thick avocado, his head crashing into a large chunk of the remnants of the fruit, dizzying him. He collapsed for a moment, breathing heavily.

A second later, he opened his eyes and peered across the alien terrain of Rachel’s breakfast toward the woman herself.  Her mouth was opening yet again, prepared to accept another mouthful for consumption. The hungry girl’s mouth yawned open as before, and this time he was unable to avoid staring into her gullet. Dark, red, and awe-inspiring, the distant chasm had just enough light to allow clear shot into her throat, unobstructed by even her teeth. Her tongue lay flat and low, quivering gently in its place, prepared to assist in any manner it could to begin the digestion process and serve its master, Rachel’s throat. 

She was clueless. Andrew was positive that had she known how close to becoming her breakfast he was, she would be smirking, or even laughing. She would be taunting him, at minimum, teasing about how fitting it was that he was in her food, after so many times she’d lost her appetite because of him. She would make sure this torture lasted days, not moments. Instead, she was going to toss him into her mouth and chew him alive, and never consider for a moment that she had sentenced him to death between her teeth.

Rachel’s incisors and canines tore into the landscape yet again. A larger bite this time, one that had required a wide open mouth, and more teeth to work at tearing it away from the rest of the food. Andrew could do little but watch from his defeated, prone position on the surface of her toast as the mouth consumed another quarter mile of uncharted terrain, disappearing between the monolithic teeth with a finality. As with the previous bite, Rachel tore the massive chunk away and began to chew slowly and deliberately, keeping the toast even with lips as she did so. The result meant that Andrew was given an unrestricted preview of the torment he was going to be subjected to, with the full soundtrack of Rachel’s chewing to accompany it.

Crunch. Munch. Munch.

The sound slowly disintegrated from a distinct, impactful sound that resonated through the air surrounding them, to a much less defined sound, a sloppier, chewier noise that indicated the slow shift from crunchy toast and moist avocado, to a soggy wet bolus that could hardly be recognized. The thought, sound, and sight of it all made him sick. That huge bite of toast, substantial and unyielding to the tiny person stranded upon it, had been reduced to a sludgy paste just beyond the lips of his captor. This, finally, was enough to force Andrew to turn his head and gag at the thought of such a simple process, now magnified by so many dozens of times.

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“Hey, Rach’, try this…” Amelia wandered back into the room, holding a small shaker. “I added some of this stuff to my avocado earlier this week, it was amazing.” She handed the small bottle to her roommate, who read the title as she swallowed her second mouthful.

“Paulo’s Creole Seasoning, huh? Sure, I like spicy.” Rachel popped the lid open with her thumb, then sprinkled a liberal amount of the granular seasoning onto her toast, before closing the lid and handing it back to her. After Amelia took the bottle back, Rachel ran her index finger along the edge of the toast and avocado, gathering a taste of the seasoned topping, and casually licking it off. “Mmph, perfect, good idea…”

“Thanks! Want more?”

“Nah, this is perfect just how it is…” Rachel mused, and took another mouthful, chewing luxuriously.