O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Chewing Gum? (inanimate)

by Drakkenfyre

'Does chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost over night?' is the tune Damon falls asleep listening to on his old compilation party cd. He thinks it funny playing it softly on repeat mode all night. I used to be his roommate. Well, technically, I still am, but I'm more of his plaything. Right now--and every night for the passed week-- I've spent the night wadded up like chewing gum on Damon's bedpost. Most of the time during the day, I'm somewhere in or on his person. I've been molded into nose plugs while he went swimming. I've been his cockring, his insole, his butt plug, and even his condom, but mostly I've been his chewing gum. Chewing gum is what got me into this mess, and I've got a bad feeling that this is how I'm going to spend the rest of life as Damon's Everlasting Gobstopper: the chewing gum that never loses its flavor.

A week ago, Damon was sitting at his desk snapping and loudly chewing the bubble gum that he perpetually had in his mouth. I was trying to study too. Finally, the constant chomp, chomp, snap got to be too much for me, and I snapped at Damon to stop making all that noise with his chewing gum. I lectured him about how it promoted tooth decay, and was a dirty habit. He just sat there chewing and snapping the whole time ignoring me. That was too much. I walked over and grabbed the stretched pink gum from between his teeth and his fingers, and wadded it up in a kleenex and flushed it down our private toilet. He stared not saying a word. He turned beet red, and said in a low angry whisper that scared me shitless, 'Ya, shouldn't a gone an' dun that...' He clenched his teeth, and pinched my shoulder hard. My flesh seemed to get all rubbery. His fingers sunk in deep. My legs felt weak and wobbly. I looked up at Damon, I realized I was dangling from his hand off the floor. I'd been 3 inches taller, now I had to be a head, or two smaller, and I was still shrinking. Feebly, I kicked with my rubber legs. My toes mushed against his hard kneecap. I struggled to hold on to my boxers with one hand. The other hand flayed and pounded against Damon's incredibly powerful grip. Finally, the boxers became too heavy and I let them drop. The whole time I screamed, and pleaded and threatened to no avail. Damon just stared at me, holding tight to my shoulder and clenching his teeth.

Finally, when I was not more than 3 inches tall, and he dropped me into the palm of his hand, and smiling said, 'I tol' ya, ya shouldn't've dun that. Now ya've got consequences.'

Naked, I knelt on his palm with my hands pressed together, I pleaded for mercy, and promised never to do it again. I'd buy him a lifetime supply of gum. I offered, promised, pleaded and flattered, and he just smiled and listened to me babbling. Finally, I stopped out of breath, and terrified. I looked up in to my roommate's movie-screen sized face, and waited for a response. He chuckled, opened his mouth and chucked me in. I screamed as I rolled on to his wet slimy tongue. Huge cinder block sized molars crashed down toward me. My leg was crushed between his back molars. I felt the slick pressure of his hard enamel teeth against my flesh, but I didn't see any blood or hear any bones break. Light poured in from his partly opened mouth. I could still feel my leg. His tongue started to push me into his chomping molars. More of leg, my thigh, and finally my entire lower body were crushed and contorted by his mastication. I forced my hands against his teeth to preserve my head and chest from the horrible fate, but he raised his tongue up, and scraped me off his teeth, and in between the molars, and chomped. My scream was cut short by the teeth coming together. It took a minute for me to realize that I wasn't dead. He kept chewing, and then he reached in and grabbed my head. He pulled me out of his mouth, while holding part of me between his teeth. He tilted my head and relaxed his pull, so that I could see the pinkish-tan ribbon of my stretched out flesh dangling between his mouth and fingers. He just smiled, as he saw the realization in my eyes that I was now his chewing gum. He snapped me back inside and resumed chewing with new vigor. A few minutes later, he pressed his tongue against me, and started to blow.

Suddenly, I was pushed out into the cold air. Hot air forced itself inside me. I stared in wonderment at the mirror which Damon was standing in front of watching himself blow a bubble. Ever so faintly, I could see the stretched image of my face imbedded in the expanding bubble. I could faintly make out my stretched pecs and nipples ever so slightly distorting the smooth sphere of the bubble. Guiltily, I wondered if Damon's old gum had been alive too. If it was a former friend, roommate or...there had been a rumor about the kid who was supposed to get Damon's scholarship going missing, and so Damon got it, but nothing was ever proved. But then who checks a guy's chewing gum to see if it's a missing person? I wondered if I sent that kid to a watery grave, or if it was just plain old chewing gum.

Later that day, at lunch he wadded me up, and stuck me behind his ear, just like a piece of gum. It was peaceful just resting against the clean soapy smelling curve of his ear. I heard the normal sounds of clattering dishes, and people talking. Then he started to chew his food, and slurp his soda. He was such a pig. but I stayed silent. I had to, my butt was folded over my mouth. I started as I heard my name.

'So, Damon, where's Billy? He's not up in your room, and he's not down here. He knows we're supposed to get together to study for Winkler's exam tomorrow,' I recognized Sam Truman's voice. I felt a glimmer of hope. I struggled to move my rubbery body, but it no longer responded to my will.

'Billy? Huh?' grunted Damon. He took another big bite of food, and started chomping. He swallowed noisily, and washed it down with the rest of his soda. He burped, and reached behind his ear pinching me between two fingers.

Rubbing me back and forth into a rubbery ball, as he spoke, Damon said, 'Last time I saw that boy's face, he was up in our room looking at himself in the mirror. Must've been half an hour ago. He didn't say anything 'bout ya coming over, nor about studying for Winkler's test. I've got Winkler for a different section of the same class, I'd be happy to study with you. What d'ya say?'

'Well, sure, Damon. Maybe Billy will show up while we're studying?'

He chucked me back into his mouth, and started to chew. Damon answered, 'I'm sure he's around here someplace!'

I saw him put his arm over Sam's shoulder as they walked down the hall toward the stairs. Damon as usual chewed with his mouth open, so I saw and heard most everything, though sometimes at very odd angles. I listened as they sat on my bed, and reviewed battle names, and treaty dates. I paid rapt attention, because if I was lucky, and Damon merciful, I'd be taking that exam tomorrow, I thought. I was amazed at how well Sam and Damon hit it off. Sam was my friend, and Damon and I had been like oil and water. I assumed that my friends would be just as annoyed with Damon, as I was. By the time Sam left, he had a date to play handball with Damon after tomorrow's exam. Little did I know that I'd be the smooth round ball they'd be playing with tomorrow.

That night he began the ritual of playing the cd about putting the chewing gum on the bedpost and stuck me there. Eventually, I fell asleep. I was rudely awakened by be peeled off the wooden bedpost, and uncermoniously tossed into Damon's mouth, which stank of morning breath, and was covered with a white film of bacteria. I heard the roar of the shower, and felt a few stray droplets that made it into his mouth. He stuck me to the soap dish by the sink, while he shaved and brushed his teeth. Then he tossed me back into his mouth.

During the Winkler's exam, Damon snapped and chewed me without mercy. At one point, Winkler came over and told Damon to chew more quietly or to give him the gum. I feared I was about to me the fate that befell Damon's former gum, whom I felt sure was his former scholarship competitor. Fortunately, Damon just stuck me behind his ear for the rest of the exam. Afterward, I rode in his mouth over to the gym. He stood there in his gym shorts looking at my amorphous pink form marred with the imprints of his teeth, and clenched his teeth. I felt myself growing. Not a lot, but I more than double my size. I popped up as human as I'd been the day before, albeit not more than 8 inches tall. He grabbed me and squashed me between his palms. Rolling me against his palms, I felt by body change and smooth. I became a rubbery ball. I stared up at him, I knew something was happening but I didn't know what. Damon demonstrated what he'd done by holding me up between two fingers, as he walked by a mirror at the end of a row of lockers. I was a handball.

Sam won the first set. Damon kept hitting me too hard, Sam said. The next two games Damon controlled his hits better, and beat Sam. Sam the loser treated Damon to a smoothie. I wondered what Damon would have done if Sam had beat him. In the locker room, Sam went to his locker on the other side of Damon's locker, and I was alone with Damon. He clenched his jaw again, and manipulated me like playdough into a long rubber rope. He concentrated and somehow imbedded me in his bar of soap. Then he hung me over his neck and headed for the showers. At least, I wasn't the soap. I was about to get an up close and personal look at my roommate, and my best friend Sam.

In the showers, Damon lathered up and was stretching me to get the soap into ever oriface except his eyes and mouth. He was rubbing the smelly underside of his foot when Sam entered the showers naked. I was amazed how big both of the men looked. Good grief, they were getting each other hard just looking at each other naked, I realized. Damon offered to soap down Sam. To my shock, Sam said yes. It must have been an odd time of day, since the showers seemed pretty much deserted. The two kissed. Then, Sam asked if Damon had a condom. Damon answered yes, and I had a very bad feeling about where he was going to get that condom. He set the soap in the dish, and stared at me while he cuddled Sam. It suddenly occured to me, that he was jealous of my relationship with Sam. I wanted to yell that I was straight, and that we were just best buds, but somehow I knew that wouldn't help even if I'd been able.

In seconds, Damon manipulated my flesh from a rope into a thin rubbery circlet. I was a condom ready for use. I stared at Damon's swollen dick, and got yet another surprise. The villain who dominated me, and reduced me to his rubbery plaything was on his knees in front of my scrawny pal Sam. He stretched me with his teeth, and rolled me down Sam's rock hard dick. Then, to my horror, I realized that my face was the reservoir tip on the condom, and watched in amazement as Damon turned on his knees, and offered his pink ringed butthole to Sam. I felt the rough rub of butt hairs against my face, and immense pressure. Then the world went dark. It seemed like hours passed, but
I'm sure it was only minutes, while Sam slid in and out of Damon's stretched hole. Then, Sam exploded filling me with his hot wet cum. I nearly died from embarrassment. He used me two more times to fuck my roommate. In a way, I felt somewhat avenged.

Damon subserviently removed me from Sam's dickhead. Sam turned and sauntered off, really getting into his role as Damon's new master, he called over his shoulder, 'Damon, you can jock off now. You did good, but tomorrow we're going to have to get you a chastity belt. Can't have you using my property without my permission.'

'Thank you, sir!' Damon answered like a military cadet. He jocked off using me to massage his hard member, then he washed himself off, and rinsed his fecal residue from me under the shower head. On the way back to the locker, he smiled down at me. I was still condom shaped and filled with three of Sam's loads. He tossed me into his mouth and started chewing. Cum and I mixed as Damon chewed. I was gum again, and in a few minutes, Damon had swallowed all Sam's cum, and I was just chewing gum again. I figured somewhere along the way--probably when he changed me into a condom--I got shrunk again.

I felt as though I'd missed something major pass between Sam and Damon. It was all so sudden. Or so it seemed to me. I guess their body language had somehow communicated their relationship of master and servant, while I was bouncing helter-skelter on the court, or being chewed in Damon's mouth. In one sense, I felt hope again. Sam was my friend. Damon had accepted his role as Sam's slave. If Sam found out what Damon had done to me, I might yet be made human. A sneaking fear crept into my mind, what if Sam preferred me this way?

END

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