This choice: How'd 'ya like to go for a swim, huh? (Spit) | Go Back Chapter 3: Swimming lessons (ID #735715) an addition by: Igaram ![View igaram's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author "How'd 'ya like this, Davey-boy!?"
Flicking the tiny man to the ground, Sean stretches himself out on his stomach, propping his front half up on his elbows. Chris sits down, too, cross-legged and leaning over David.
David is sprawled out on the floor, having trouble breathing. He clutches his stomach, and slowly forces his right eye open, just in time to see a massive wad of spit and phlem danging from Sean's open mouth. He shouts out "No! No! Don't, please!" But Sean takes no notice, allowing the massive loogie to fall from his lips. It splashes directly onto David's body, coating him in the stinking, sticky gloop. It filled his every orafice, filling his mouth, nose, ears. He splutters and spits, trying to heft himself out of it while clearing his airways.
"Oh man! Great shot! 100 points, definately."
David isn't sure of the voice above him, as he's still struggling about inside the pool of disgusting goop. Before he even has a chance to stand himself back up, another bombshell of warm, sticky spit slams down on him, covering him completely again. He felt like he'd drown here, inside a sandwich of loogies. He hears Chris shouting something about getting extra points, and suddenly becomes aware of the sound that people make when they're building up phlem for a loogie.
He begins to struggle again, fighting his way through the ropes of sticky spit. He swallows a big wad of phlem, and begins to choke. Suddenly, he's slammed down again, this time by two loogies coming from opposite directions. One impacts hard against his head, while the other oozes down and covers his pants. He feels the goop seeping through his clothes; he feels it swishing around in his underwear, down his shirt. He writhes about, trying to force his way out yet again, but the layers are just too thick. Meanwhile, Chris and Sean glare down on their trapped bitch.
"Hah! Look at him, he's swimming in it!" Yells Chris, with obvious glee in his voice.
"Yeah, but he's a shit swimmer." replies Sean, grinning down on the tiny form of David engulfed in their spit. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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