Megan's Bout with Deminity - Chapter Four - Book One

Chapter 4: Sweet Tooth in the Deep Purple1


Megan's burst of adrenaline quickly died like the flame of a match by the time she reached the shore of the purple pond, falling face first into the soothing cool liquid. It was either the best dehydrated hallucination she could ever have, or it was the most amazing real pleasure she had even known, and quite frankly, she didn't care which was true. To her astonishment, the pond was not only drinkable, but it tasted like her favorite beverage of all time - grape juice.2

"This grape juice pond is incredible," she said in triumph, drinking down gulp after gulp of precious, wonderful juice. "Finally a stroke of good luck."3

She continued to drink the pond at a vigorous pace, and the succulent taste of real grapes danced atop her taste buds. Her body welcomed the nutritious vitamins and refreshment that the juice provided. It washed away her rippling headache, and built strength in her depleted muscles. 4

It wasn't even an issue that her skin and clothes were started to stain as she lied in the juicy pool, and it certainly wasn't an issue that her belly was expanding to five times its normal size. Her mangled shirt had lifted above the hanging belly as it expanded outwards, and slowly the grape juice in the pond receded with every gulp she took. 5

What she didn't realize was that the pond was highly addictive, particularly to thirsty mortals who weren't accustomed to eternal pleasures, so once she had swallowed a single drink of it, it had corrupted her mind completely.6

"This juice, it's all mine," said Megan with an evil look of triumph on her face. She even began to foam slightly out of the corners of her mouth, much like a dog with rabies.7

Soon her belly was ten times its size, and still she kept drinking away. The taste was still incredible.8

At fifteen times its size, she started to feel a slight ache in her belly, but she couldn't stop now, even as the taste lost its luster.9

At twenty times its size, the pond was nearly half gone. Her belly was hoping that she would stop soon, but the traffic light in her head was still green.10

At twenty-five times its size, she let out a massive groan. She closed her eyes, and tried to turn away from the cool liquid, but still she drank from the corner of her mouth.11

When her belly was a massive thirty times it size, she looked like she was pregnant with a dinosaur inside her. She had a massive stomach ache, the juice no longer had any distinguishable taste, but it all didn't matter. The juice was there, her mind wanted more, and she desired to be with it forever. All the worries she had about the Hooded Man had been tainted away, and she could care less about his useless compass and his weak friends. She was the hero of Deminity, and as such, could do as she pleased.12

There was one who was napping at the bottom of the pool, unaware that somebody had been stealing his precious home. However, he had an alarm built into his body, which would go off once his precious juice was halved. He didn't mind if passing travelers had a sip to regain their strength, particularly since most of the sugar was at the bottom of the pond, but he could only make grape juice so fast, so stealing too much was unacceptable. He also knew how addictive the juice was, since he was addicted himself, so he even took the liberty to warn those without the will to stay away. It wasn't his fault of what would happen if they chose to ignore his generous warning.13

When his alarm clock went off, which first flashed, 35007 51 604, then 378806 06, he awoke in a hurry and saw that there was very little left of his pond. He snarled in contempt and bolted towards the surface to confront the culprit, or filthy hogs as he liked to describe them (a hog had been the first to ever dare mess with him).14

As Megan continued to drink away, simply because she couldn't stop, she noticed an angry shark making its way up from the depths, directly on a collision course with her. She tried to swim away from the incoming predator, but her belly was now so large that she couldn't even move an inch. 15

The shark rammed into her enlarged gut with its pointy face and popped a tiny hole in her. Megan gave a loud 'oof' sound as she started to drip tiny droplets of purple liquid like a leaky faucet. It had only been a warning shot.16

The shark then popped its head above the surface a few feet in front of where she was floating upright. Her legs were waggling helplessly in the depth of the pond and her arms were laying limp on the side of her body. Even if she could swim away, there was nowhere to go. The pond was shaped like a toilet bowl, and since she had already drank half of its contents, she wouldn't be able to reach the bank.17

She was taken aback when she saw his appearance, since he wasn't a regular shark at all. He did had the intimidating head of a shark, with dark hollow eyes, silver skin, a wide mouth with an array of deadly, pointy teeth and bloody colored gums. He also had a long, sleek and silver tail like a shark, which looked so sharp that she thought he could behead her with it.18

His body was a different story all together. Instead of a long, sleek muscular body with organs, flesh and bones, there was a giant, grayish calculator in its place. It was think and cylinder shaped with a couple fins sticking out of it, metallic in design, and the console with all the numbers and symbols where the shark's back should have been. It had all the regular mathematical functions on it and was obviously liquid proof. The output screen was long and narrow, and looked like it could calculate up to a hundred digits at a time.19

Although she normally would have been scared by a fearsome beast such as this, due to his snapping teeth and fierce garlic breath as he snarled at her, her addiction was effecting her judgment. She decided that he was even odder looking than the talking vacuum she had encountered earlier.20

"So are you a shark with a calculator? Or a calculator with a shark?" she asked sarcastically.21

"I'm the greatest appliance predator you will ever meet," said the calculator-shark, snarling ferociously.22

Megan, who was full of unknown confidence, laughed undauntedly. Her face scrunched together in depraved perversion, reflecting the inner seduction of a purple power that had consumed her morality.23

The calculator-shark didn't appreciate her mockery and snorted in rage, shooting foul garlic out his beady nostrils.24

"You sound upset," said Megan.25

"You filthy hog," he spat. "You drank my home away."26

"I didn't think it would be any trouble to have a drink or two," said Megan grumpily, her belly hanging grossly from her body.27

"A drink or two? A DRINK OR TWO?" he said in disbelief, looking around at the depleted pond.28

"What's your problem? I was thirsty," said Megan, and she lifted part of her huge belly above the pond's surface. She heard the sound of the leaking juice splatter on the top of the pond, so she put her finger over the puncture wound to stop the juice from escaping.29

"I'm 'thirsty' for the blood of an inconsiderate little hog," he said, baring his deadly teeth.30

"Don't make your grape juice so available if you don't want others to drink it."31

"I'm 'available' to make you suffer."32

"That's real intelligent of you - use intelligent in a sentence next. You probably don't know what it means though," said Megan, sweating from holding her own body weight. She then gave up and allowed it to drop, watching it make a wild splash as it penetrated the wavy surface.33

"Oh... I've heard about you. You're that mortal with an attitude problem -"34

Her crazed expression stretched across her face as her eyes widened in surprise.35

"- The vacuum told me all about you earlier."36

"He did, did he?" said Megan, wondering how a vacuum with no wheels or legs could have beaten her to the pond. There had been no indication of anything moving when she had been walking, and she could see for miles around. Nevertheless, she was mad with the Vacuum and his blabber mouth, so she added, "Well that emotional bucket of bolts ruined my perfectly good shirt. "37

"How dare you insult my friend," he said, baring his teeth again. "I'll rip you to shreds."38

"Oooh I'm so scared of the wittle, weeny sharky and his multiplication button," said Megan, rising to the challenge. The beauty of being under the influence was the fearlessness that was driving her, which was one way to summen power in Deminity. How could a man-eating predator hurt her, the great hero? Besides, once she destroyed him, the magical grape juice would be hers forever.39

The utter defiance of Megan pushed the calculator-shark past his anger threshold40

"I'll divide you to pieces!" 41

He opened his massive jaws and darted at the plump, gluttonous sitting duck. There really was nowhere for her to run or swim now, she was too bloated to move an inch. All she managed to do when the furious shark attacked was hold her arms around her face, in order to prevent him from taking her swollen head. Instead, it targeted her wiggling belly, clamping down roughly on her rubber skin with his sharp teeth.42

Miraculously, even as his penetrating choppers ripped through the elastic flesh surrounding the front of her stomach, it didn't hurt Megan at all. She was filled with too much confidence, fueled by the mystical properties of the grape juice, to let such trivial things as shark bites bother her. All she was focused on was defeating him, and would do whatever it took to win.43

The calculator-shark smiled mischievously as he held her tummy in his mouth, tasting a smidgen of his missing juice that was inside. He then bolted away, yanking her gut with him in an attempt to reclaim his trophy.44

She managed to grab ahold of a fin on the side of his body as he made his retreat, although it was difficult to hold on to his slippery smooth exterior. Even if she were to lose her grip at this point, her gut was so big and hung so far from the rest of her body, that she would be like a fisherman being dragged along the water by a giant fish. However, In this case, the fish would be a shark, and her gut would be the fishing line.45

Furious that Megan was not giving up, the calculator-shark dove deep into the pond's depth, hoping that her lungs would be purged of air and that her eyes would buckle under the pressure. Initially, his plan was causing some discomfort to Megan. The juice was stinging her eyes, but she chose to keep them open and suffer rather than blind herself from a potential chance to get the upper hand. It wasn't long before the determination that burned so deep in her veins overcame this obstacle as well, fooling her mind into forgetting the perils of deep pool exploration without scuba equipment. Although she wasn't breathing in her blind fury, she wasn't gasping hopelessly for air either. Even the stinging went away after a few moments, as if her eyes were adapting to the situation.46

Relentless, the calculator-shark bit deeper into her stomach, but as he did so, the juice began to pour out the widened bite holes like a waterfall, sending a large surge of the liquid into his throat and catching him entirely off guard. He unclasped his teeth from her stomach as he gagged feverishly, allowing Megan a small window of opportunity. Still clutching the fin with her life, she saw her stomach deflating as the juice exited her body. Once it was back to its normal size, she was no worse for wear, save a few ugly and open teeth wounds that was causing the skin on her belly to flap. However, there was no time to worry about such nuisances, not when she had all the grape juice to win back.47

Now she was mobile again, she pulled herself along the fin and onto the side of the roundish and metal frame of the calculator-shark's body. With one arm barely clutching the top of his back and the other reaching under its curved belly, the immediate problem at hand was to get in a better position before being eaten. The pond was much deeper with the release of all the juice, and the calculator-shark was angrier than ever as it regained its composure. It wasn't enough for him to simply get his pond back anymore, his entire honor was at stake. He wanted the rude mortal to suffer for her insolence, and for the vacuum's sake as well.48

Before Megan could take further advantage of the situation, the calculator-shark had expelled the last of the excess juice in his throat and was yet again on the prowl. In an attempt to dislodge her so he could devour his prey, he started doing twists, turns and flips near the bottom of the pond.49

Megan didn't know how long she could maintain her grip, feeling the tips of her fingers slipping along the cylinder body. 50

'Once he's gone, I could live in this pond', she thought feverishly, which was motivation enough.51

Back came her second wind, pushing her to not only re-grip, but pull herself right onto its back. She noticed that she was now lying directly on top of where the input buttons for the calculator was, but she didn't have a clue of what these buttons would do. On the output screen, it read: '604 378806', which she promptly cleared with the 'C' button (she didn't like being called a hog, after all). Then she tried to press a button at random, which happened to be the number nine, but nothing happened.52

"You won't slow me down," laughed the calculator-shark maliciously, who could talk under liquids. He dove quickly in another attempt to rid of her, but still she kept her hold. "Just give up, and I promise I'll chew gently,"53

She pressed the negative sign and then hit the number nine repeatedly, hoping that a large negative number would foil him, but still the calculator-shark moved at a frantic speed. Then she tried to multiply it, square it, add some extra zeros, but nothing worked. All she was getting on the screen was the largest negative number she had ever seen. Frustrated, she saw a button that said 'hyp', and when she pressed it out of desperation, the shark accelerated into hyper speed. She knew that the 'hyp' button on a calculator had something to do with the changing of trigonometry functions, which she had no doubt read out of boredom somewhere, but the calculator-shark had obviously rigged it as a trick button.54

The boost of acceleration was too much for her to handle. She was thrown off the calculator-shark's back into the pond's depths, completing a series of loopy somersaults along the way that rippled the purple juice around her.55

The calculator-shark reached the other side of the pond in a hurry, and with a sharp, calculated turn, he doubled back to where she was sinking. The hyper speed boost wore off at the beginning of his return trip, but he was still swimming savagely at her, lining up his path to intercept. His mouth was drooling with anticipation. It would be too easy for him now, the victory lap was his.56

As she tumbled along from the momentum, she managed to slow herself down by flapping her arms wildly around her. It was too late, however. She could see the calculator-shark approaching in a hurry.57

'Common think, how do you fool a calculator...' thought Megan, but her brain was becoming all fuzzy at the thought of becoming shark bait. The initial confidence that had been flourishing inside her was starting to fade, and she was just remembering now that she hadn't taken a breath in a while. It wouldn't matter in a few moments anyway, once she was eaten.58

On the brink of death, she swallowed a few large gulps of the grape juice. She figured she might as well have a last conscious pleasure. Bubbles appeared around her stomach wounds.59

It kicked her back into gear. The grape juice was even more potent at the bottom of the pond from all the extra sugar.60

The crazed expression on her face returned, her thoughts cleared up in a heartbeat, worries of oxygen disappeared, and her mind re-focused on her goal - win.61

The calculator-shark barreled in close with a look of triumph on its face. He opened his jaws as wide as he could with his bloody gums bared, but just as he was about to eat Megan, she flattened her hands, kicked out her feet and thrust them downward. She rose just enough from her original position to be able to reach up with her arms and place the palms of her hand on the top of his long pointy face, and then she pushed them down on his head with all her might. As she was doing this, she flattened out her body as much as she possibly could, all the while spreading her legs so that they narrowly avoided his clamping jaws. This entire sequence allowed her to deflect him downwards just enough for her to zoom right over his head.62

As the calculator-shark swam underneath her in surprise, Megan clamped her legs together around his neck. He growled in anger when he had failed to taste her blood, but he hadn't expected such powerful moves from a weak mortal.63

Megan was now riding him like a wild bull, only backwards, but before she was throw off his slippery body, she reached out and grabbed a hold of the fins on the side of his back. With her anchor established, she looked like the giant letter Y with her arms as spread out as they were.64

'There's no time - I need a solution now.'65

As her words circled her mind like the winds of a tornado, the answer emerged from the center of the storm.66

'No time...zero! of course!'67

She swallowed a gulp of juice for good luck, rejuvenating all the strength in her arms and legs, and making more stomach bubbles appear. Then, she gradually pulled herself above the console on his back, absorbing the crafty maneuvers of her raging foe, who was desperately trying to shake her off.68

It didn't matter that she wasn't breathing at all. Facing his array of buttons, she was ready to deliver the final dagger. The console was upside down from her point of view, but it didn't take a genius to figure out the keys she was going to push.69

She hit the buttons [nine divide zero] in succession, and moved her eager finger over the equals sign.70

"Prepare to become undefined", said Megan, her confident sound waves penetrating the interior of the pond.71

She pressed the equals button hard, feeling her finger tremble under the pressure.72

'Error' appeared on the calculator's screen, causing it to spin out of control. Just as Megan let go off its body to get away - which had turned a bright red color - the calculator body exploded, sending her speeding towards the surface like a bullet. His pointy head, fins and tail were also shot away in all directions, destroying the snarling beast once and for all.73

Not only did the momentum of the blast carry her directly to the surface, but she also rocketed twenty feet into the air above the pond. A massive tidal wave of grape juice was following beneath her.74

"Now I've done it," said Megan when she reached the peak of her flight, knowing that she was about to go back down again.75

The calculator-shark had the last laugh in a way, because his explosion had ripped a large, deep hole in the bottom of the pool. The grape juice was started to go in circles around the drain like a flushing toilet, so when she and the tidal wave were making their free fall back to the surface, they were heading right for the bottom of the whirlpool. However, the tidal wave beat her to the drain and momentarily clogged the hole, causing a backlash of liquid. 76

Megan hit the recoil of grape juice like a cannonball pounding through cement, making a mighty plunk as she soared under the surface.77

In the depth of the pond, there was a loud unclogging sound as the drain managed to gurgle and clear itself. In an instant, she was swept along with the current as the grape juice once again swirled around the edge of the toilet bowl pond.78

Her head emerged from the current just enough for her to say the only thing that bothered her about being flushed down a drain in a different dimension. It wasn't about getting farther from the compass she had lost, it didn't have anything to do with drowning, nor did she care what the purple pond would do to her hair.79

"Noooo...where is my precious succulent grape juice going?"80

Around and around she went with shorter revolutions on every trip around the drain, until she was very near the hole. Without even a chance to write her will, Megan was swept into the depths of the drain with a final surge.