(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
As the two girls kept jumping up and down along with the music, you were slowly becoming more and more jostled in the girl's cleavage. Her own silky-smooth skin sliding along your sweat-caked body, her rippling flesh was slowly propelling you out of her cleavage instead of dragging you down. In no way possessing any sort of control over your body thanks to the accursed chemicals soaked into your skin, you could only dangle precariously between the two ginormous boobs, and pray that if you did get launched free, that you would finally land somewhere safe and sound.
Well, you got half of your wish granted a minute later, as the Sugar cosplayer leaped into the air with wild abandon, and her breasts surged upwards from the momentum of her physical exertion. Finally, they relinquished their hold on you, and you popped free from her cleavage. The force of the wind pressure on your back didn't stop there, however, as you soon found yourself sailing through the air, away from the girl and Ashley. You had been launched at a sideways angle, and so your horrific captor and good friend vanished from sight in mere seconds as you twirled through the air over the heads of hundreds of blissfully unaware women.
Finally, you smacked down into a giant puddle of some sort of liquid, your miniscule body causing a little splash that went unnoticed by everyone who might've been in earshot. From the way you'd been spinning, all you had been able to make out while falling was that the puddle was a dark purple color, and contained within some sort of large bowl. There were also little white fluffy islands of some sort? It had been hard to tell with the flashing strobe lights and the approximately one nanosecond you had to see your landing zone before splashing down.
However, as soon as the tangy liquid touched your frozen kissy lips, you knew where you'd landed...and somehow, it was about ten times worse than being wedged into the darkness of that Sugar cosplayer's cleavage.
You'd landed in the punch bowl over at the snack bar.
S4C was hardly some sort of high-end dance club, and so the dance floor, DJ platform, and accompanying snack bar really only took up the middle third of the venue hall. As such, the snack bar wasn't some gigantic thing bursting with every delectable under the sun. Still, it was a popular place for the convention attendees to mingle around, and it was arrayed with bowls and plates of popular finger foods like pretzels, chips, and chicken wings. There was also a wide assortment of sodas and waters, though the massive punch bowl you now found yourself in was by far the biggest attraction.
For a brief moment, you floated atop the liquid in the punch bowl, bobbing slightly from the waves of your impact. However, those 'white fluffy islands' you'd seen earlier were actually large globs of foam, and that same foam began to cling to your arms and head. Though minimal, that little bit of extra weight and pressure was enough to start pushing you downward, and you soon slipped under the surface of the punch, much to your horror. You begged and screamed for your body to obey so you could kick your legs and swim back up, but the Full Length spray's hold on you was concrete and foolproof.
Through a murky and distorted purple lens, you gazed up out of the punch bowl through the haze of foam surrounding you. You could just barely make out the sight of laughing and smiling cosplayers milling about the snack bar, stocking back up on goodies before venturing out into the dance floor yet again. All of them looked so happy and carefree, and the sight of them made you both sad at furious at Jenna. You could've been attending this convention alongside her, smiling and having a blast. Why in gods name did it feel like your sister was only having fun if you were suffering? Why couldn't she chill out for even a single day?
Your despondent attitude was broken by the loud sound of raucous laughter, the noise level high enough to even pierce through your current watery prison. From above, you made out a (clearly heavily drunk) Sapphire cosplayer with a dopey look on her face, and holding a cup. Sure enough, the girl rather aggressively dunked the cup into the punch bowl after only another moment, and the cup's opening scooped right up under your body. The punch was suctioned into the cup, and you along with it, spinning head over heels as you were pulled into the drunk girl's drink.
Retrieving her cup, the Sapphire cosplayer smiled blearily down at her drink, within which you were hidden under a glob of foam. Lazily, she raised the cup and titled it to her glossy lips, opening her maw and preparing to swallow another delicious gulp of the addictive punch. Helpless as you were, you could only watch the girl's tongue unfold like it was a slide beckoning you to your doom, and the wave of punch carried you forward towards the hot musk of the girl's breathy maw.
And yet, at the last second, the girl's drunkenness caught up to her, as she staggered and lost her hold on her drink. The angle of the cup tilted, and you and a tidal wave of punch dropped like a weight, freefalling. You collided with the girl's left breast, a much firmer and perkier thing that the horrors of that Sugar cosplayer's chest, and you ricocheted right off her tit and back towards the snack bar. You landed with a painful thud on the uneven, bumpy and greasy surface of a chicken wing, mentally groaning from the discomfort of the impact.
You then noticed two things in the next second. The first was that another girl, this one dressed as Lavender, was in the middle of reaching right towards the plate of chicken wings. Secondly, you saw the girl turned her head towards the drunken Sapphire spilling her punch, and thus now totally looking away from where you'd just landed.
Your eyes figuratively widened in terror.
That terror only escalated as the Lavender gripped the chicken wing you'd landed on, pinning your body in place with her thumb and forefinger even as she lifted the greasy snack from the plate. If only you weren't frozen like a doll, you knew you could simply squirm and wriggle to get this girl's attention, but as it was your safety now rested solely on her glancing down and spotting you...and that became infinitesimally more difficult because of what the Lavender cosplayer did next.
Angling the chicken wing downward, your view was tilted until you were able to see a small bowl of some dark red goop waiting below you. At rocket speed, the bowl raced towards you as the girl dunked her entire chicken wing, and you, right into the goop. The hot, stinging goop clung to your body, coating every inch of your skin and the chicken wing beneath you, until you were thoroughly entombed in the sticky substance. By the time the girl pulled you back out, the droplets dripping from your body did nothing to further reveal your drenched form, and even you yourself could barely see.
You could see enough to notice the girl turn her eyes back to you, lick her lips, and smile.
"Oh god, I love this hot sauce so much!" The Lavender cosplayer exclaimed, before parting her lips and raising you to her shining teeth, closing her eyes in expectation of the impending ecstasy. She hadn't even remotely seen you.
You began to scream.
As if hearing your screams, an arm suddenly shot out and caught the Lavender's arm, stopping her in her tracks. Annoyed, the girl shot a look to the side, subconsciously twisting your chicken wing prison so you could get a glance as well.
Revealed from the side was an exceptionally voluptuous woman who looked to be about thirty, dressed in a spot-on recreation of your least favorite character, Honey. Not only was the woman's ill-fitting tube top and short shorts and prissy blonde wig a perfect fit, but the woman's' incredibly curvaceous and slightly heavier frame was a dead-ringer for Honey too. As was the woman's slight amount of pudge around her gut, laid bare thanks to her top's midriff cut. The woman's ravenous expression was also eerily similar to Honey too.
The Lavender scowled. "What's your problem?"
The Honey was unperturbed. "You've got a tagalong, sweetheart." She said, reaching out for the girl's chicken wing before your current owner could protest. With delicate but no-less-painful gripping technique, the busty blonde pried you free from the wing, and then shook you violently, until most of the hot sauce dripped off your body, revealing you once more. You looked exhausted, beaten, and well-worn, with hot sauce stained corset and miniskirt...but you still had that damn smile on your face.
"Is that a Ruby doll?" The Lavender looked perplexed. "Jesus, didn't mean to almost eat the thing."
Horrifyingly, the Honey smirked playfully. "Oh, no? More for me then!"
The Lavender cosplayer looked aghast. "You're not gonna eat that doll, are you?"
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm not eating a doll." The Honey rolled her eyes, then grinned down at you. "I'm eating Ruby! It's my character's favorite pastime, after all!"
The Lavender winced and excused herself without another word, while your new captor simply tightened her hold on you. A faint blush was in her cheeks and her hot breath washed over you.
"Oh, I wish you were a real tiny, darling." The Honey bemoaned, but still smiled. "Still, it's the thought that counts when a doll is as adorable as you! Down the hatch!" She laughed to herself as she tilted her head back and raised you up to her lips. You could only stare down her dark gullet, feeling more terror than you had in years.
1) Nothing comes to save you, and the woman releases you straight into her mouth, and her stomach soon after. How can you possibly get out of this now?
2) Right before the Honey cosplayer eats you, she is stopped by Jenna, who has finally and miraculously managed to catch up to you. How does it go with your sister trying to get you back from this gluttonous woman?
3) Writer's Choice
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