This choice: "Because Jack was in it!" (Gary reveals your fate to Mary) • Go Back...Chapter #6Slip-up by: Unknown “Good...” Gary began, his face slowly twisting into his iconic cruel grin. “...because Jack was in it!” As Gary finishes his words, Mary's face went wide with fear and surprise.
“What...did you just say?” Mary spoke slowly and quietly, in a manner that would have given anyone in the world nightmares. Gary didn't seem to notice.
“Yeah, I thought your popcorn could use a little extra ingredient, so I...” Before her sadistic brother could even finish, Mary lashed out and smacked Gary right in the face with a full-on punch. Gary's words caught in his throat as he collapsed backwards onto the floor. Stacy and Emma, who had already descended to the exit of the theater glanced backwards in surprise at Mary's unexpected assault.
As Stacy and Emma ran back up the stairs to see what had happened, Mary sprinted down the opposite staircase, making a mad dash to the nearest bathroom. She rushed into the closet women's restroom and jumped into an empty stall, not even bothering to close the door behind her. She sank to her knees in front of the toilet, lowered her head above the water, and closed her eyes. Lastly, she slowly stuck her hand down her throat.
Inside of Mary's stomach you had been sloshed and bounced like crazy, having no idea what in the world was going on. Suddenly everything tilted to the side and you felt your girlfriend's stomach acids begin to bubble and stir. You mentally panicked. Was Mary's digestive system already kicking into effect? Was your destiny to be dissolved and added to your pretty girlfriend's fecal matter without any hope for escape?
You were dead wrong in your assumption of what was going on, but the end result was still not going to be any less pretty. Mary was preparing to make herself throw up, and had almost succeeded in doing so. She felt her stomach begin to churn and her throat muscles contracted up and down. Soon she was able to taste the bile rising up her esophagus. She shuddered, but she would do anything to save her beloved boyfriend.
All of the contents of Mary's stomach, including you, began to rise up. The liquidy acids and mostly digested food was forced up Mary's throat, carried by the powerful contractions of her muscles. You were in complete darkness, but even you were able to tell what was going on. Your girlfriend had somehow realized she had eaten you, and was now puking you up in order to save you.
Light flooded your vision from Mary's open mouth, and you soon found yourself falling through the air and splashing down into the freezing cold water of the toilet. The toilet water was filled with Mary's puke, and more was still raining down. Finally Mary stopped, and she breathed heavily for a few moments before opening her eyes. She scanned the toilet before her eyes locked onto your squashed blob self. She started to stand up to reach you easier...
...and then her foot slipped. Some of her fluidy bile had spilled onto the floor, and she slipped forward while trying to stand. She screamed briefly before her head smacked against the hard toilet bowl with a sickening “CRACK”. Mary didn't stand a chance, and her body slumped to the floor. Her eyes fluttered briefly before eventually closing. She was out cold.
Meanwhile, you could do nothing but watch in horror at your girlfriend's accident. The sound of her head smacking the toilet bowl sent shivers up your spine. You wanted to hug and cradle her, but you couldn't do a thing while still a smushed blob floating in the the toilet. Several agonizing minutes passed before you heard two feminine voices approaching your location. It was Stacy and Emma, coming to check on Mary!
“Oh my god! Mary!” Emma cried, rushing over to check on her friend. Stacy waited for a second before peeking past Mary into the toilet. She frowned at the mess Mary had left behind.
“There must have been something in that popcorn that Mary ate.” Stacy concluded. “The poor girl couldn't handle it. She's puked into the toilet, and then I guess she passed out.”
“Should we call an ambulance?” Emma asked.
“What? No, she's just exhausted. Help her up and try to get her to swallow some water.” Stacy helped Emma move Mary out of the stall, and then Stacy grabbed the stall door. “I need to take a shit real quick.”
“EW STACY!” Emma's face scrunched up in disgust. “Why do you always have to be so vulgar? At least flush first. That vomit is disgusting.”
“Why should I flush? That would just waste water. I can still use the toilet.” Stacy shrugged her shoulders. It doesn't bother me.” Emma tried to argue, but knew this wasn't the time.
“Whatever. You're gross. Go ahead, I'll help Mary.” Stacy nodded and then closed the stall door behind her. She pulled down her leggings and then shimmed her panties down her rather impressive legs. She ignored the smell wafting up from the toilet, and without noticing you at all, plopped herself down onto the toilet.
You saw Stacy's massive and naked ass hover above the toilet before slamming down on it, covering up the hole completely. You were cast into complete darkness, and could hardly comprehend the horrific turn of events that had just occurred. You had been so close to safety, when your terrible luck had actual caused someone else to get hurt.
And now one of your closest friend's was about to shit all over you. You assumed Gary had purposefully not told Stacy and Emma what he had done, just in case something like this happened. You heard the muffled sound of Stacy grunting and the unmistakable noise of bodily gurgling. You knew what was coming next, so you braced yourself for the worst.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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