#bexton

Living on a train is something you never thought you’d do. But, here you are. It wasn’t as bad as you first thought it would be. Maybe a little uncomfortable at first, but luckily Bexton fixed that problem by giving you a small but comfortable mattress. Along with a soft blanket and a plush pillow. Bexton is treating you almost like a roommate or a close friend. He’s a strange fellow still, but you could sense the loneliness and eager aura radiating off of him. It’s a surprisingly calm life.

Recently though, your curiosity has been nagging at your brain. Yes, you knew he was magic. He proves that every day by summoning random objects. Usually either playing cards, small knives, and occasionally a random bookmark. Speaking of books though, that is something you’re starting to think about. The books that rested on the nearby shelves.

They’re all so old and worn, you didn’t know what they were even for. Glancing around the room, Bexton had left briefly to go check on something. What’s the harm in checking out the books? So, you stand up and go to the shelf. Running your fingers along the spines of some of the books. Feeling the age beneath your fingertips. You decide to grab one at random.

It was old and worn, of course. The cover was a faded blue and it had a strange design on the cover. No author name, no credit, nothing. With a shrug, you flip to a random page. You’ve always had a habit of reading aloud to yourself when alone. So, clearing your throat, you picked a passage at random.

“Air of the magic and winds of the change, hear my call blessed by sage. Fae twinkle and giggle, as they hear the dreary dribble. My words will become real and an action, please turn mine form to a fraction.”

The second you finish reading, you feel lightheaded. Dizzy, and almost nauseous. The room feels like it’s stretching and growing. Or… maybe you’re shrinking? With blurry eyes, you manage to glance towards a reflective surface. Only to come to the realization that you were, indeed, shrinking. In pure shock, you drop the book with a heavy thud.

You shrank down to barely an inch. Everything was so much bigger and louder now. Dread filled your body upon realizing that you messed up. Big time. With wobbly legs, you manage to stand up. Almost falling over when the train hit a slight bump. Jeez, what will Bexton say?

Wait… oh crap. Bexton! He’s going to be furious knowing that you did this to yourself! Your heart sinks into your gut and you feel your pulse quicken. It doesn’t help the second you hear footsteps. Quickly, you run and hide under his dresser. Maybe you can figure out how to reverse this without Bexton figuring it out first.

“Y/N! I found the- Y/N?” You heard his voice as he opened the door to the train carriage. You saw his feet from under the dresser, you hear your pulse in your ears. Please don’t find me you thought to yourself.

“Hmhm, Y/N? Are you playing hide and seek? I’ll find you eventually you know.” He spoke in a teasing, light tone. You cover your mouth and try to keep quiet. You see him walk around the room, seemingly looking for you. Not knowing your current predicament.

*grrrummmble*

Because you’re so small, everything was louder. This includes Bexton’s tummy grumbling. Sounding hungry. You accidentally squeak. Bexton stops walking.

“Oh… I heard that~” his presence grew close. Suddenly, he crouched and found you. But, his mask shifted to look confused. Reaching in, he gently snatched you and pulls you up. Placing you in the palm of his hand.

“Oh my, Y/N what happened to you?” Bexton sounded more worried than upset. This did relieve some of your anxiety.

“I…I read a passage in that book and it shrunk me…” you admitted quietly. Looking down, still feeling shame. Bexton listened and slowly shakes his head.

“Y/N, that was foolish. All of those books are full of magic spells! You’re lucky that this one wears off within a few hours.” Bexton scolded you, his mask shifted to look irritated. You sunk down and look away, feeling really stupid. Bexton sighs and very carefully pats your head.

“Hey, I’m not mad at you. I’m just happy you’re okay, honestly.” He reassured, a smile forming on his mask. Slowly, Bexton sits on the floor. Placing you on his knee, he chuckled.

“I must admit though, you look kinda cute this small.” He teased, making your face go a little pink. You give Bexton a glare, making him snicker. You two sit in comfortable silence for a moment.

*guurrglee… grrrooaan*

“Oh, my tummy is throwing a fit.” Bexton says, patting his belly. You blush and stare at his tummy. Hearing the empty, hungry growls made you get flustered. The magician glances over at you and smirks.

“Oh right, you’re into that huh?” He teased, poking into his belly.

“Er-! H-hey! Don’t tease me!” You stammer. Bexton laughs and carefully picks you up.

“Tell you what, how about I give you front row seats…” he teases with a glint of mischief in the mask. Laying down, Bexton places you down on his stomach. It was so warm and soft. Slightly squishing into the very thin layer of fat on his frame. Your entire face flushed a dark red. You look up at him, stunned that he would do this.

“Feel free to listen~” he didn’t seem to mind if you listened to his belly grumbling for a meal it wasn’t getting anytime soon. You wanted to argue, to tell him to stop. But you couldn’t. Probably because you really didn’t want him to stop. So, with a heavy sigh and a tomato colored face, you lay on his belly. Like it was your personal, grumbling mattress.

*grr… GROOO!*

It was very loud, that’s for sure. Bexton didn’t seem to mind this. In fact, it almost seems like he’s kind of enjoying it too. Probably just because he gets to see you all pink and flustered. He smiles and very carefully presses you deeper into his middle. Allowing you to really feel those deep, hungry growls. *RRRRGGLL…grrr*

“You sound very hungry…” you pointed out, blushing deeply. Bexton made a soft noise of discomfort.

“Oof, yeah it’s starting to hurt a little bit.” Bexton admitted, his mask shifted to look uncomfortable. You frown and gently rub his belly in slow, soothing circles. You knew your hand were probably far too small to really soothe him all that much.

“Do you not have any food..?” You ask, looking up at him. Bexton sadly shakes his head before he looks at you.

“…you look tasty.” Before you could ask what he means, Bexton suddenly snatched you up by the back of your shirt. He slowly sits up with you in his hands.

“You… what?”

“Y/N… I’m so hungry… and you’re tiny. Maybe… maybe I could have a taste.” Bexton leans close to you. You blink and realize what he was really saying.

“B-Bexton! Wait wait! I’m not food! You can’t just eat me! I know I’m tiny but you’d digest me!” You argue, panic rising in your chest. Bexton shakes his head and mumbles something unintelligible.

“There, I’ve put a spell on you. It’ll protect you from being digested. Just please… let me eat you.” Bexton begs desperately.

“Bexton! I’m still not food! Y-you can’t just-“

*RRRROOOAAAR!*

Bexton whimpers and curls in on himself tightly. The hunger sounded so painful, like it was slashing at Bexton’s insides. Your eyes look down at Bexton’s stomach. Unease appears in your chest. Slowly, you inhale.

“Bexton… promise me you’ll spit me out.” You kept your voice low and careful. Bexton perks up and nodded eagerly.

“Yes yes of course!”

You couldn’t believe that you were about to do this. You had trouble grasping the idea that you were going to agree to this.

“…fine Bex. Fine.”

Bexton gasps and looks at you. The mask he wore morphed to look stunned.

“R-really?”

“Just do it before I change my mind…”

Bexton nodded and slowly lifted up his mask. Only enough to reveal his lower face. You saw a couple scars littering his skin. Slowly, he lifted you up and opened his maw. You take a deep breath and shut your eyes tightly. Bexton carefully places you in his mouth and shuts it closed.

The maw was damp and humid. You could feel his tongue gently licking you. It surprisingly didn’t feel bad. Seems like he’s currently just tasting you. Savoring every flavor of you in his maw. Carefully, he swallows.

Slowly, you are squeezed through his damp throat. It was a tight fit, but you made it through. Eventually landing into his empty belly. Finally you open your eyes. The stomach walls pulsated around you, the acid surrounding you didn’t burn at all. Seems like that spell he casted worked. It was noisy in here. Slowly, you press your hands into the walls of his stomach.

“Wow… this is strange. Bex? You okay now?” You try to speak loudly, as you weren’t sure if he could hear you from inside of his stomach.

“Haaah… yeah I’m okay. Thank you so much for this, Y/N. I needed this.” Bexton says. Even from inside of him, you could feel a slight pressure. He must be rubbing his belly. A soft belch comes from Bexton.

“Full?”

“Hoohyeah… you are surprisingly filling~” Bexton giggled as he answered your question. You roll your eyes and gently continue to rub the walls of his stomach. The deep gurgling was soothing you. Slowly, you close your eyes again.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but you woke up back on the train. The train was back to its normal size. Or rather, you were! Slowly, you sit up. You saw Bexton eating an apple. Once he saw you were awake, he smirks.

“Well, my tasty snack is awake! I spit you out, as promised!” Bexton says, a little teasingly. You chuckle, rolling your eyes a little.

“Thanks Bex… that was…” you pause, realizing that you were about to say something really strange. “That was actually not that bad.”

Bexton glanced up at you and giggles. Playfully, he tossed an apple in your direction. Luckily you catch it.

Sweat beads down your brow as you run from the angry townspeople chasing you. You have no idea why they blamed you for stealing from the local farmers market, but they did. No matter what proof you showed or how innocent you were, they seemingly didn’t care. And now they were threatening to harm you. So, you had to run. It’s already been a few minutes of running like your life depended on it. The furious townspeople were still hot on your tail. Your legs hurt, your lungs burned, and you had a small stitch in your side. Not because you were running for a long time, but because you were pushing yourself to run faster.

Suddenly, in the near distance, you saw your chance to get away forever. A lone train, old and chugging along the tracks at a decent pace. With the last bit of your energy, you pushed yourself to run as fast as you possibly could. Ignoring every sign of your body begging you to stop. Every breath you took hurt your chest. But determination and sheer willpower was stronger than any pain. With one last push of your body, you managed to get closer to the train.

It was within your grasp, and you could definitely reach it. Glancing back at the crowd chasing you was all it took. Your legs took a leap of faith and managed to finally catch the back of the train by a metal ladder on the back. As you cling to the ladder, you glance at the crowd. They skidded to a stop as they watched you sail off. Breathing a huge sigh of relief. You noticed an open door and managed to swing yourself inside.

The train looks old and slightly worn, the wood creaks beneath your feet. Something else caught your eye, an older looking purple rug. But you didn’t have time to question it as you quickly sit down on the floor. Finally allowing yourself to rest. Legs ached, your lungs felt like they were on fire, but you finally could relax. Allowing yourself to rest actually made you feel tired. So, you closed your eyes. Unintentionally falling asleep.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but you awoke to something strange. A man, leaning not too far away from your face. He was tall, pale, and had greyish brown hair tied into a ponytail. He was dressed casually aside from the strange mask that obscured any sight of his face.

“Ah! I apologize if I woke you stranger! It’s just not often I get visitors!” He spoke in a slightly high pitched voice, his tone light and playful. You blink and tiredly rub your eyes.

“You didn’t wake me… am I intruding on you..?” You ask, voice unintentionally a little awkward. He giggled softly and stands up straight.

“Oh heavens no! I’m actually quite happy you’re here! I don’t really have anyone else here.” He explained, the mask shifting expression. It went from happy to sad. You blink and stare at him.

“How… how did you do that?”

“Do what..?”

“That thing with the mask! It changed!” You motioned to your own face as you spoke. The man giggled, his mask shifting to happy.

“It’s magic! Just like me! You see… I’m a magician! I have plenty of magical abilities!” He explains, rolling up his sleeves. Just as you were about to doubt him, he suddenly flicks his wrist and summons a deck of cards. Out of thin air. You couldn’t speak for a while, then with a harsh swallow you finally spoke.

“Well okay then… do you live here?” You ask as you finally stand up. “Yes indeed! Oh! How rude of me, my name is Bexton! Pleasure to meet you!” He introduced himself, outstretching his hand towards you. You take his hand and give him a firm handshake.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You smile at him. Bexton gently tugs you along with him.

“Y/N! Lovely name. Welcome to my home! Let me show you around!” He urged you. Bexton shows you around the train. It was old, but it was homely. Like a little mobile home that had a rustic vibe. Bexton eventually guided you to a small but cute area. Looks like a bedroom with a bed, a dresser, a small nightstand, and a bookcase with multiple books of varying ages. “This is my room! It’s not much I know, but we can get to know each other better here!” Bexton says as he sits on the part of the floor with a rug. You slowly join him and smile. He seems like a decent guy, maybe a little strange but hey. Who isn’t strange?

You and Bexton got to know each other. Eventually, you found out that he was legitimately a magician, he likes theatrical things, and has other friends that he sometimes visits. His life sounds a little bit lonely though. It made you think, you were also slightly lonely. No friends anymore. Family? Not really. As you sit there, thinking about your situation, you suddenly heard something.

*gggrrrrgll…*

A short pause, and you slowly look at Bexton. Who was looking surprised. He pressed a hand to his belly.

“Oh! Hmhmhm! Sorry about that! I’m a little famished…” he explains, rubbing his stomach. You snicker and shake your head a little bit.

“Get some food in you then.” “Well… I currently don’t have any food. I need to wait for the next stop…” Bexton explained, patting his empty belly. You couldn’t help but feel a little worried for him. Bexton must’ve noticed your expression because he giggled a bit.

“Hmhmhm! Relax! I’ll be okay! I can handle a little bit of hunger.” Bexton reassured you with a smile. You attempted to just shrug off your worry, but your attention drifted to his belly again.

*gguuuurrroar…guu*

Bexton patted his belly and giggled softly, clearly not minding the growls and groans his stomach was making. You stare at his tummy. Heart picking up the speed a little bit. You’ve always had a particular… interest in hungry tummies. Particularly the noises. Not to mention Bexton’s giggles and little tummy rubs also made you blush.

*gggurgglee… grrROO!*

“Oh! My that was loud.” Bexton sounded surprised as he patted his tummy. He glanced at you and paused.

“Are you alright…? Your face is pink…” he pointed out, making you blush deeper. Quickly, you hide your face. It didn’t take long for Bexton to piece together what was going on though.

“The thing that’s making you so flustered… is it my stomach?” Bexton asked, poking his belly with a finger. Your words caught in your throat.

“Ah-!” You attempted to speak, but it came out really jumbled. “I’m sorry! I-I know it’s weird!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, hang on. I’m not weirded out. Everyone has their own interests.” Bexton reassured with a giggle. You lower your hands, looking at him shyly. He didn’t seem to be worried or offended or anything. In fact, he actually seems coy.

*gggRRROOAN!*

“Hmhmhm! Oooh listen to that! My tummy is howling for food…” he spoke in a low, teasing voice. The heat of embarrassment crawled up your neck and onto your whole face. With a pout, you give him a glare. Bexton stretched and lays back, giving his tummy a hearty pat.

“You can listen if you want.” He offered. You blink in surprise and look at him with surprise. However the offer lingered in the air like a thick tension. Slowly, you lay your head on his tummy. Almost immediately hearing all of the empty groans.

“You… seriously don’t mind this…?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity lacing your tone.

“Nope! In fact, weirdly enough you’re not the first person to be interested in my hungry tummy. I have a friend who’s the same way!” Bexton explained. You nod slowly and go silent, listening to the empty growls that Bexton’s stomach was making. They were loud, louder than you first thought. Especially for someone so skinny.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten anything?”

“Um…” he paused, seemingly realizing what his answer was. “Yesterday… night.”

A long pause hung in the air after Bexton’s awkward answer. Yesterday night? It’s almost six pm now! That’s almost a whole day without food!

“Bexton! That’s not good!” You scolded, brows furrowed with concern. Bexton’s mask shifted into an embarrassed expression.

“I know I know! I’m okay though! Besides, the next stop should be coming up soon.” Bexton reassured you with a playful pat on your back.

*GRRROWL!*

Oof… that was loud. You flinch away from Bexton’s stomach and give him a look. The poor magician’s mask shifted to look uncomfortable. Hunger pain. That’s definitely hunger pain. You frown and carefully rub Bexton’s stomach.

“Ah… alright I guess I see your point.” Bexton raised a hand and snaps his fingers. Before you could question what he did, the train screeched to a halt. Bexton carefully brushed you off of him and stood up.

“I’ll be right back!” He hops off of the train through a door in the side of the train car. You watched him as he walks off, his ponytail swaying with each step. A small sigh escapes your lips as you wait for him.

As you wait though, you couldn’t help but start thinking. Maybe this is going to be your life now. Just here, on a train, with a strange magician. For some reason, that thought didn’t actually bother you at all. It actually sounds kinda fun, freeing almost.

“Hey! I’m back! I ate something so my tummy should be nice and quiet!” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Bexton’s voice. The magician pulls himself up onto the train and stretches his limbs.