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Spontaneously decided to write something involving a micro in a mouse maze getting gobbled up by another micro. Stars a couple recurring side characters and a very gluttonous Lane :3
Jerome finds himself shrunken and dropped into a mouse maze, where he's unknowingly hunted by the resident "minotaur"...
The Mouse Maze
By: IndigoRho
Jerome didn’t remember much from the night before, just fragments of a walk back to the frat house and stumbling over at some point. Whatever had happened it certainly wasn’t good, because he’d woken up in a bottle on a shelf that seemed as tall as a skyscraper.
The shrunken rabbit stuck to the back of his bottle, doing his best to avoid thinking about how far down the floor was. In the meanwhile all he’d managed to do was recognize he was in someone’s bedroom. It wasn’t a place he’d been before so he wasn’t simply the victim of a friend’s prank. There were plenty of terrible things a person could do to a micro, leaving Jerome in a state of worry.
Suddenly the room’s door swung open, a massive brown mouse waddling through. His middle was mostly covered by a tank top, and from Jerome’s perspective it looked like the dome of a stadium—one he hoped he wasn’t about to be entering.
The mouse grinned wide as he noticed Jerome was awake, and reached for the bottle. Jerome slipped and fell to the bottle’s bottom as his prison was roughly lifted until he was at eye-level with his captor.
“Perfect! I hope you don’t mind volunteering for my little science experiment. I’ve been trying to nab a rabbit for days and you practically stumbled right into me!” The mouse’s laugh was loud enough to prompt Jerome to cover his ears. “It’s not complicated, and you’ll even get a reward if you make it to the end.”
Jerome was too terrified to speak, his eyes darting all around as he was carried to the far side of the room. A maze of some kind had been set up on a table, and even from a distant it looked daunting.
“See, it’s just a regular old mouse maze,” the mouse said as he arrived, unscrewing the lid of the tiny bottle.
He tipped it over without warning, Jerome shouting frantically as he slid down the bottle’s side and landed inside the maze. Thankfully the fall wasn’t far, and the rabbit was merely left with a bruised rear.
“Alright rabbit, time for you to find the exit. Good luck~”
The mouse’s cackling made Jerome’s heart sink, and he wondered what lay in store for him.
With no other choice, Jerome trudged forwards. There weren’t any markings or signs that he could see, just corridor after twisting corridor. He’d lost his bearings only a minute in and was taking turns almost at random. Jerome had never been in a maze before—not even a corn maze. To make matters worse, the mouse was always looming far above, smiling.
Real fear didn’t kick in until Jerome tripped over a sneaker. It was all alone, and a closer examination revealed the shoe to be in rough shape. The color was faded, shoelaces missing, bits of the fabric and sole worn away, as if left to the elements.
Jerome picked up his pace, trying to leave the mysterious sneaker far behind him. Then he ran into a baseball hat that was similarly damaged.
The longer he wandered, the more abandoned clothing he came across, and almost none of it seemed to match. Multiple shoes, shirts, broken glasses, even mismatched socks and a snapped belt. Anything that didn’t look worn out was often torn or damaged in a more overt way, as if it’d been ripped right off the owner’s body. He’d seen such things before—at frat parties where people tended to eat each other.
Jerome’s panic worsened. Was the mouse going to eat him when he reached the end, or was someone else in the maze, voracious and waiting to pounce? There was a chance the mouse had just shrunken some used clothes snatched from a party, a ruse to invoke fear, but Jerome doubted he’d be so lucky.
The rabbit had eaten his fare share of people in the past, and tried psyching himself up as best he could. He wouldn’t end up as a stranger’s snack, not while being forced to run a dumb maze by some big, fat—”
As Jerome turned a corner he ran into something doughy yet firm, nearly falling backwards in the process. Before him stood an owl who had to have been at least as fat as the mouse above. He was dressed in a hoodie that seemed a size too small, and sweat pants that clung to his thick thighs.
All at once Jerome realized the owl was a loose acquaintance of his, someone he’d shared a couple classes with and maybe some friends of friends. “Lane? Dude, how’d you get so huge? It was that mouse, wasn’t it!”
Lane didn’t seem nearly as surprised to see Jerome. “Oh yeah, Garrett’s been keeping me really well-fed. It’s been the best part about being his lab partner!”
“L-Lab partner?”
“Yep! We’re seeing how far different test subjects can make it through a maze before being eaten by the maze’s resident minotaur. Or owl, I guess.” Lane smiled wide. “You did about average, by the way.”
Before Jerome could react his arms were pinned to his sides, Lane’s beak opening wide and menacing. Jerome was barely able to manage a few wiggles before his whole head was engulfed, plunging him into warm, slick darkness.
Being swallowed caused Jerome to thrash wildly, but Lane had a respectable weight advantage over him, along with far more recent experience against much tougher prey. The rabbit was slammed against a wall to stun him, ravenous gulps swallowing his shoulders and chest one after the other. Soon Jerome’s sneakers lifted off the ground.
Lane chuckled around his meal as he felt his belly begin to swell. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been to work on a college project that required him to gorge on others. It was like getting graded to eat! And get fat, considering how successful he’d been.
The owl had been fairly chunky before, but his stint in the maze had added a solid hundred pounds more to his frame, and he loved it. Originally he’d planned on losing most of the weight once the project was finished, but now he was tempted to keep it all, maybe even gain a bit more. Occasionally pinning the maze runners beneath his bulk had been increasingly wonderful.
Beak squeezed rump as Lane continued to stuff himself with frat boy, vaguely wishing Jerome had been just a little bit plumper. Oh well, he was still delicious enough to eat.
Lane’s gut was swaying fiercely as Jerome struggled in vain, fully exposed after the hoodie had been pushed out of the way. He kept one wing on the rabbit’s vanishing legs while the other groped his swelling middle, feeling the hide beneath stretching to accommodate his meal.
Jerome’s sneakers were tossed off just before his footpaws slid into Lane’s maw, falling to the ground, the only evidence of the rabbit’s fate in the maze—at least until a partially digested piece of clothing or two were belched up later.
The second his meal was sealed away completely Lane cradled and wobble his belly in triumph, jostling its contents. The thumping on the stomach walls and barely audible cursing had already begun, just like with all the others Lane had recently churned into owl pudge. A few burps would quiet that in due time.
A quick thumbs up was aimed at the mouse above as Lane gave his gut another hard slap.
“I’m beginning to think none of our test subjects are gonna finish the maze, at least not with you guarding it! The extra blubber hasn’t slowed you down at all.” Garrett carefully poked the tiny Lane’s belly, forcing a burp from the owl as he did. “Alright, we got a lot of good data from this run, why don’t you sleep off the bun and have a nice break. I’m thinking I snag the next subject in a couple days?”
Another thumbs up, followed by a burp that squeezed his stomach tight around Jerome, intensifying his struggles.
“Great! Sleep well, tubbs.”
Garrett’s imposing visage disappeared from above, and Lane let out a yawn. A phone was fished out of his pocket, which held a convenient map of the whole maze. With the squirms winding down, Lane started waddling towards his cozy little room hidden deep in the maze. Despite being stuffed, the owl couldn’t help but think about who his next meal would be...
Jerome finds himself shrunken and dropped into a mouse maze, where he's unknowingly hunted by the resident "minotaur"...
The Mouse Maze
By: IndigoRho
Jerome didn’t remember much from the night before, just fragments of a walk back to the frat house and stumbling over at some point. Whatever had happened it certainly wasn’t good, because he’d woken up in a bottle on a shelf that seemed as tall as a skyscraper.
The shrunken rabbit stuck to the back of his bottle, doing his best to avoid thinking about how far down the floor was. In the meanwhile all he’d managed to do was recognize he was in someone’s bedroom. It wasn’t a place he’d been before so he wasn’t simply the victim of a friend’s prank. There were plenty of terrible things a person could do to a micro, leaving Jerome in a state of worry.
Suddenly the room’s door swung open, a massive brown mouse waddling through. His middle was mostly covered by a tank top, and from Jerome’s perspective it looked like the dome of a stadium—one he hoped he wasn’t about to be entering.
The mouse grinned wide as he noticed Jerome was awake, and reached for the bottle. Jerome slipped and fell to the bottle’s bottom as his prison was roughly lifted until he was at eye-level with his captor.
“Perfect! I hope you don’t mind volunteering for my little science experiment. I’ve been trying to nab a rabbit for days and you practically stumbled right into me!” The mouse’s laugh was loud enough to prompt Jerome to cover his ears. “It’s not complicated, and you’ll even get a reward if you make it to the end.”
Jerome was too terrified to speak, his eyes darting all around as he was carried to the far side of the room. A maze of some kind had been set up on a table, and even from a distant it looked daunting.
“See, it’s just a regular old mouse maze,” the mouse said as he arrived, unscrewing the lid of the tiny bottle.
He tipped it over without warning, Jerome shouting frantically as he slid down the bottle’s side and landed inside the maze. Thankfully the fall wasn’t far, and the rabbit was merely left with a bruised rear.
“Alright rabbit, time for you to find the exit. Good luck~”
The mouse’s cackling made Jerome’s heart sink, and he wondered what lay in store for him.
With no other choice, Jerome trudged forwards. There weren’t any markings or signs that he could see, just corridor after twisting corridor. He’d lost his bearings only a minute in and was taking turns almost at random. Jerome had never been in a maze before—not even a corn maze. To make matters worse, the mouse was always looming far above, smiling.
Real fear didn’t kick in until Jerome tripped over a sneaker. It was all alone, and a closer examination revealed the shoe to be in rough shape. The color was faded, shoelaces missing, bits of the fabric and sole worn away, as if left to the elements.
Jerome picked up his pace, trying to leave the mysterious sneaker far behind him. Then he ran into a baseball hat that was similarly damaged.
The longer he wandered, the more abandoned clothing he came across, and almost none of it seemed to match. Multiple shoes, shirts, broken glasses, even mismatched socks and a snapped belt. Anything that didn’t look worn out was often torn or damaged in a more overt way, as if it’d been ripped right off the owner’s body. He’d seen such things before—at frat parties where people tended to eat each other.
Jerome’s panic worsened. Was the mouse going to eat him when he reached the end, or was someone else in the maze, voracious and waiting to pounce? There was a chance the mouse had just shrunken some used clothes snatched from a party, a ruse to invoke fear, but Jerome doubted he’d be so lucky.
The rabbit had eaten his fare share of people in the past, and tried psyching himself up as best he could. He wouldn’t end up as a stranger’s snack, not while being forced to run a dumb maze by some big, fat—”
As Jerome turned a corner he ran into something doughy yet firm, nearly falling backwards in the process. Before him stood an owl who had to have been at least as fat as the mouse above. He was dressed in a hoodie that seemed a size too small, and sweat pants that clung to his thick thighs.
All at once Jerome realized the owl was a loose acquaintance of his, someone he’d shared a couple classes with and maybe some friends of friends. “Lane? Dude, how’d you get so huge? It was that mouse, wasn’t it!”
Lane didn’t seem nearly as surprised to see Jerome. “Oh yeah, Garrett’s been keeping me really well-fed. It’s been the best part about being his lab partner!”
“L-Lab partner?”
“Yep! We’re seeing how far different test subjects can make it through a maze before being eaten by the maze’s resident minotaur. Or owl, I guess.” Lane smiled wide. “You did about average, by the way.”
Before Jerome could react his arms were pinned to his sides, Lane’s beak opening wide and menacing. Jerome was barely able to manage a few wiggles before his whole head was engulfed, plunging him into warm, slick darkness.
Being swallowed caused Jerome to thrash wildly, but Lane had a respectable weight advantage over him, along with far more recent experience against much tougher prey. The rabbit was slammed against a wall to stun him, ravenous gulps swallowing his shoulders and chest one after the other. Soon Jerome’s sneakers lifted off the ground.
Lane chuckled around his meal as he felt his belly begin to swell. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been to work on a college project that required him to gorge on others. It was like getting graded to eat! And get fat, considering how successful he’d been.
The owl had been fairly chunky before, but his stint in the maze had added a solid hundred pounds more to his frame, and he loved it. Originally he’d planned on losing most of the weight once the project was finished, but now he was tempted to keep it all, maybe even gain a bit more. Occasionally pinning the maze runners beneath his bulk had been increasingly wonderful.
Beak squeezed rump as Lane continued to stuff himself with frat boy, vaguely wishing Jerome had been just a little bit plumper. Oh well, he was still delicious enough to eat.
Lane’s gut was swaying fiercely as Jerome struggled in vain, fully exposed after the hoodie had been pushed out of the way. He kept one wing on the rabbit’s vanishing legs while the other groped his swelling middle, feeling the hide beneath stretching to accommodate his meal.
Jerome’s sneakers were tossed off just before his footpaws slid into Lane’s maw, falling to the ground, the only evidence of the rabbit’s fate in the maze—at least until a partially digested piece of clothing or two were belched up later.
The second his meal was sealed away completely Lane cradled and wobble his belly in triumph, jostling its contents. The thumping on the stomach walls and barely audible cursing had already begun, just like with all the others Lane had recently churned into owl pudge. A few burps would quiet that in due time.
A quick thumbs up was aimed at the mouse above as Lane gave his gut another hard slap.
“I’m beginning to think none of our test subjects are gonna finish the maze, at least not with you guarding it! The extra blubber hasn’t slowed you down at all.” Garrett carefully poked the tiny Lane’s belly, forcing a burp from the owl as he did. “Alright, we got a lot of good data from this run, why don’t you sleep off the bun and have a nice break. I’m thinking I snag the next subject in a couple days?”
Another thumbs up, followed by a burp that squeezed his stomach tight around Jerome, intensifying his struggles.
“Great! Sleep well, tubbs.”
Garrett’s imposing visage disappeared from above, and Lane let out a yawn. A phone was fished out of his pocket, which held a convenient map of the whole maze. With the squirms winding down, Lane started waddling towards his cozy little room hidden deep in the maze. Despite being stuffed, the owl couldn’t help but think about who his next meal would be...
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