The Jackle of all Matilda


Written by Septia.


Evening was cloaking the streets. It came as a reminder for me to head down and grab a bite, best to eat before the street lights would bathe the concrete below. I kept count in my head, though I wasn't in a hurry. My gaze lay honed on the paper ahead of me. -Krrcht- There was another brush of the charcoal, attempting a crescent sculpted black on white, attempting to capture that curve I had felt so many times now. This wasn't it either. I continued drawing though, polishing the lines as best I could and drawing in the gloves, shoes and cape. It didn't capture what I was after, though I wouldn't leave it unfinished. Then and again, whilst curving and blending the charcoal into the pronged cap, I peeked outside, and counted down to the street lights. 
	“Four, three, two, one…” The street remained ruled by dusk. I scratched through my hair, feeling the drawing skin against my scalp and cursing myself for being a ditz. Then, my eyes landed on a shadow, next to the door. 
	It crept upwards, along the wall, till its peak rested at chest height. -Tchchth- A clasp of rubber being snapped together came as the shadow detached itself from the ground, the bottom rolling upwards as the peak projected outwards into four nubs stretching from the wall, at first shrouded as they broke through the veil of shadows to unveil a set of pastel tangerine digits, extending forwards until the whole flat glove hung suspended in the air, its yellow orange pattern mimicked in monochrome from my drawings. The glove stretched its fingers, then balled them up… -Ckkng- -Dcnnk- and knocked on my door. 
	“Is my number one girl home? And might I bother her for a visit?” 
	I smiled. “Make yourself at home, Jackle.” 
	The glove opened up the door to a dark line the length of a palm, similarly suspended in mid-air. 
	It lurched, and stretched into a toothy crescent of a grin. 
	“Hope you'll excuse me, my lady, I've been rather self-absorbed lately.” Jackle said, parting his maw for his glove to slot into and scrambling about inside as -Thfftlpsh- -flflpsths- a pair of boots were chucked up, followed a triangular pattern collar in matching pattern, stretching out like an accordion to define his neck. A whole bolt of cloth was drawn out of the gob, flicked open to sprawl free, rolling out a carpet woven of stars across Jackle's deep indigo darkness. I could stare into it long enough for my eyes to become nought but another pair of white dots in the seascape. -Chhughss- He then coughed up his glove, holding the other hand, and both grabbing an opposite side of the smile and -Clghhltpgsh- turning it inside out, a pair of tops from a jesters hat flipping out of the unfurled maw, defining the outlines of his head, before finally his stark blue, diagonal eyes opened, as the midnight jester adjusted his sparse facial features. 
	“Miss me, toots?” 
	I put down my pen, the charcoal, and moved in for a hug, which Jackle caught me in. There was a resistance in the empty air where his body would be; I knew it was there, but I could only ever see the shadow of the universe, a deep mist of aether invisible to the naked yes. 
	“I have, I'm glad to see you, always glad to see you, so…” I said, and brushed along the rim of his cape. “Who did you eat this time?” 
	His lip twitched. “So far, not a soul, that's why I am here.” 
	“If you want ideas, I can't say I have a lot. Already seen you gobble up and churn out all the bullies at school, a while ago now, and some others who I just thought would look good in your belly, and as an oily muck statue.” 
	“To that I'm both aware, and flattered, seeing it fulfils my two favourite things in the world: seeing you happy, Matilda; and inspiring your creative side.” Jackle held up my latest drawing, then a hooked a finger under it, prying it up until paper after paper slotted back after the bend, with the single drawing he hoisted held inside every single page I had drawn before his, fluttering into place one after another, seeing months, years, of sketches and drawings of Jackle. My lips scrunched up, seeing all that effort displayed before me. 
	“And yet, you haven't been able to see it, have you?” 
	His voice felt... removed from the interstellar jester I knew. I moved back, and looked ahead, seeing how my arms met with nothing, only seeing the veil of night emanating from his cloak, out of my reach. “Yeah, but, that's okay, I can see it through.-.” 
	His glove caught my chin, and leaned in close. 
	“Matilda, you are my world, been by my side as I have sent so many tasty clowns down my abyss. Can you even fathom, over the years, how many I have devoured?” 
	The way he drew out the last syllable; it sprouted into quivers down my spine, tugging myself together to his intangible torso. 
	“Jackle, what are you saying?” 
	His crescent lips slimmed to a soft smile, leaning in to whisper. “I want you to take the plunge, and join me, forever…” 
	His words dawned on me, catching up to my own pulse; I felt my body rattle in nerves, my cheeks flushing, I gawked at him. “Yo-you mean I…” 
	“Would you take the slide and join the cosmos.” he said, clutching a gut that wasn't there. 
	I bit my lip, and peered around the room, stopping myself as I realised I was breathing through my nose.
	“Come toots, I have seen it sparkle in your eyes-.” 
	“Yes, yes I… I am sorry I, I do I… But, I never thought you w-would.” I whimpered, knees bending in shivers as I hugged around him at the empty space of his legs. 
	“Is that right?” 
	“Mm-fmmfhmm,” I mumbled, and peeked up. Jackle closed his eyes and mouth, making his face a vacant void, before grinning. “Then we'll make it special, my gal deserves it all.” he said, one hand scooping me up seated as he hovered over to my bedside. 
	“Why are you, do you really?” 
	“A smidgen of patience makes the wait all the sweeter.” he said, and Delphi plucked out his collar, showed it was empty, then sank his glove inside. The collar’s brim stretched, wedging and shuffling wide as… as he… I gasped, palms covering my mouth. I watched him pull a woman from the ring. Brown hair, blue eyes whispering their presence under the flicker of eyelids, and locks which I… couldn't help but recognize. And yet, she was so mature, tall and beautiful with skin polished by care and hardships alike, but…  I couldn't shake the notion off that I was looking in a mirror. It was me. Me, but, from another age. A time of responsibility and influence which seeped into my mind from the air of her well fitted blue suit and white collar. They were sleeping, as Jackle held them, gently placing them on my bed, which depressed around their form. It was no illusion. 
	“I wish to give you, the proper tour.” He said, and watched my expression, as my cheeks fumbled with fluster and my limbs quivered at the sight. “All of you, will join me. I will devour your future, to entwine our present. And I will give you first row seats.” He said, and tore off his head, letting it sway above the bed. His cloak fluttered and twinkled as it sauntered back to my seat, leaning back and guiding me. I reached forward to feel his frame, and he guided my palms to his gullet. 
	“This is how it will look, when you join me inside my belly.” He whispered, as his head's lips split open, his polished row of fangs parted, and levitated just at the mature me's feet. 
	-Awwwmmnfmogsngmo- His lips threaded over her… m-my feet, the wide open gape shrinking to match the outlines of the ankles, steadily crawling upwards along the smooth drumsticks. I watched the legs disappearing past his maw, and leaving an impossible vacancy behind it, as he reached the knees. As soon as it entered the threshold of his threshold, it was gone form reality. -sHfhff-sth- Or… almost. I felt the sound of flesh displacing space, under my fingers, and the sound rumbling just beside me. Despite his head being away at the bed, his gullet sitting beside me engorging with the adult Matilda's frame. I drew my hand over it, pushing against the nothingness, seeing my hands grasping and cupping around the steadily expanding... emptiness. It was there. The mass of myself distending his features, the curves I had tried to capture so many times tangible and present, as I saw his tongue brush over my thighs, and lips warp to clutch around the two pillars of plump that was the older me's thighs, and they -Oogmpgghs- sunk with gulps into nothingness. I felt their bulk widen before me, holding myself, cloaked in a layer of in substance thin enough to be non-existent, but at the same time, realities apart from one another. 
	“Jackle, you are… really… eating me?” 
	“Mmf mmwf, starting off right, with a sweet entrée.” 
	I heard his sentiment vocalized in my head as I witnessed the grown woman on the bed's belly engulfed. It brought back memories over the years, since the first time I ever saw him eat another human. It was a breeze for him, he had joked as he stuffed the squirming bullies past his lips, as I watched with gleaming eyes how they were -Cgglgmpghs- consumed by the cobalt shroud of darkness, the same way I could see the suit buttons creaking as the dress compressed under the weight of his lips and he swathed the lithe expanse of emptiness upwards in a venture to enshroud my being. I rested my head on the bulge, feeling the soothed woman to be bundled up and -Gllhbgs- draining down the gullet, an oblong, shifting bloat of resistance, worming its way deeper, deeper… My heart clapped in my rib cage, humidity collecting in my breath, for there was no need to imagine myself into the place of his meal this time. It really was… me… I quivered, a whistle blowing through y teeth, as I sat there, kneading my face into the bloated dunes of my future body, stunned by the sight of Jackle's lips closing in around my neck, drawing up along my cheeks to swathe over my face… and devouring, my adulthood. 
	-Ghllofmpghs- The bending bloats at the edges of his lips bend back inwards as the dome under my head shifted with the swallow. For a moment… I felt my cheeks brush against the outline of the woman's face… features, matching together, even past the veil of Jackle's ethereal form, feeling cheeks caress, and noses jot out, prodding against my chin, then -lgpgmsp- drawing down my neck, as the gut swelled, sloughing into my lap, with the compiled mass of a whole Matilda. 
	-Brhhuraaahrlp- “Geez kid, if I knew you'd give me gas,” he said as he tossed his head toward us, catching it and shoving it somewhat in place, “I might have asked you to drink some soda to up the ante.” 
	I stayed quiet, hugging, still dealing with the warped reality of feeling my outlines shift and bend underneath my touch. 
	“Is she-. I… will you really…” 
	“Churn this adorable gal into a statue of star sludge? You are already well on your way.” 
	I quivered at the touch, and thought of myself embraced by the darkness below. 
	He brushed back my hair. “How does it feel?” 
	“I-it-I… feel like I am burning up.” 
	He pet down my back, trailing his digits through my locks. “There is a certain satisfaction in watching the coolest girl I know, melt.” 
	I quivered at the thought, instinctively clinging to the gut, hugging it taut, -Chrlrlpghsgs- and then feeling it depress under my grasp. 
	“I have been thinking of this for a long while, all that time stewing in thoughts so my gut is already pre-brewed for you, can you feel it?” he asked and tucked me against the emptiness. Even now, I still only saw his cloak, and remained silent. 
	“I know just where to put this beauty.” He said, and flatted me off the seat, flicking up one of his boots, and prying the hole as wide as a doorway. With an arm at my back, we dove inside the darkness. 


~ 1 ~


I had only been there a few times: Jackle's realm. A dimension filled with fluorescent colours, filed marble in decadent hues, pillars that stretched upwards for eternity, and playrooms filled with stuffed toys, jack in the boxes, along with guillotines, maces, and jack-in-the-box heads’ springs grafted onto decapitated teddy bears. I wandered through the halls of the museum, an installation of pedestals, crowned with statues, all melding into this sea of deep, shimmering marble. Every person that had travelled through Jackle, forged into a grand pose by his nether. I looked for my pedestals, but, even as I passed hundreds, all were occupied. 
	“Matilda.” 
	As I heard his voice, I closed my eyes, when they opened, I was in his chambers, the throne room, where the throne consisted of beanbags, human leather, and coagulated clouds. By its side was a pedestal. He hovered, inviting me. 
	“Lets see if we've managed to bake Matilda, into a star.” 
	-Pbbfrrwofflflth- a mist of fluttering fumes wound its say through the emptiness, a cloud glimmering with flecks of illumination, and carrying with it a scent of marred venison and... and vinegar coalesced from bittersweet dreams. I tried to follow where it came from, and then, just at the point where the fumes plumed, I spotted a bulge. It was a fist sized dome of cosmic ichor, blacker than the night sky unwind soaked in a sleek film of matting lilac, semi-translucent as the fluid dribbled from the peak of the swelling mound. Then the dome began to take shape, the surrounding darkness pruning it into contours of arches and dips, pruning the purple mire free from the mound of ethereal tar. -Chrllpffhsht- -Chrrlsphfs- A crinkling sprouted from his pucker, the polishing creak of the onyx dung sloughing from the vacant pit painting a vista of an orgy of snails gathering and forswearing over a violin. -Chfllrlrsth- -cnclllfnhrlssniths- The creaks and crinkles heralded the form of the mound to shift, the brim releasing a wide extreme of the mound to snap back in place, and extending over the compiled pillar of filth winding free. After witnessing it so many times, I felt my eyes trace outlines and folds indistinguishable to the naked eye, even in the expanse of black ichor speckled with shimmering dots of twinkling star silver, I could see the outlines of the pair of feet sloping out of the lounging legs and crawling free from the depths above. I reached for them, and guided the soles onto the pedestal below… my palms, warming with a biting chill of refrigerated steel as it brushed over the expanse of starry onyx dough heaving from Jackle above. 
	-Chflfpths- -Chcrrllspcng- More and more was unveiled as the mound plied its way out of the engulfing emptiness, and sculpted into a smooth pair of thick thighs, new stars glinting into place on the oily texture. -Hrclprrhshtss- but then, it compressed right around the scale midriff, the put containing the process clenched. From the taut embrace, it began to convulse, each throb stretching its girth, broader, broader. Soon there was a bale of star matter encircling the lap, about a head wide. It was out of place, no part of me could have been that wide, despite how much I had grown. I could only stare in confusion as the dark matter sludge slugged downwards… the clutch of the gunky sheet threatening to envelop the intricate statue below. My heart was contracting in worry. 
	-Shflclpththbsht- And then, with one sluggish heave of raw ink, the shroud sprawled free, and sloughed free in thick, jostling dunes of a round rump, speckled with stardust to shine as a newly birthed moon. The cork that held Jackle in place was now allowing him to unveil the statue in all its glory -Shrrllpft-. 
	I gasped, my vocal chords fluttering as I watched Jackle rise, and from the pit emerged the frame of the majestic Matilda, the suit taut to its frame and sculpting the generous physique, despite drooping of pulped luminance. 
	-Chflrlprsths- Two more divots, one on each side, dipped down as he passed the chest, two chunky coils of the mulched space nougat, until -Chrlprghts- -Krlpchhts- a pair of arms flopped free, wobbling into place, outstretched and welcoming, flicking droplets of soggy ethereal grease from their fingertips, the starlight of which was left suspended in the arching air of its trajectory, carving out arches of glitter trailing from each palm. The mass contracted above -Shlspthsts- and gradually unfurled, warping wider over the chin, and then sprawling back over the perky cheeks, the rim veil of nothingness lifting -Flflpsrhts- over the pair of diamond eyes embedded into the statue's head, crunching together long strands of hairs, which -Sslpths- -Vlrslsptht- -Slcfbfrlwpths- fell down in sleek claps of fresh mulch, fluffing up in a tangle of locks as the figure's crown. With at clasp of suction -Chrlrlptwwlp- Jackle rose from the statue, and let it congeal into place, as the expression exuding joy beamed down onto me. I stared up at my grown self, cast and eternalized in a swirling onyx cobalt expanse of cosmic marble. 


~ 2 ~


 “All that remains is the present, is you, Matilda.” Jackle said, leaning back with me in his grasp. 
	I could see far into his multicoloured realm from his lap, such wonders and distortion of reality, but I wanted to be nowhere else. “Where will you put me?” 
	“Mm? Oh baby girl, I couldn't be without you,” he said, and tugged me to his gut. “You are gonna plant your butt in there, and stay with me, for as long as you want.” 
	“F-forever?” I asked, hope chiming from my lips. 
	“Had a feeling you would say that.” He hugged me, resting against his cheek. Then, he held me standing. 
	“We'll have all the time we ever wanted together, but... is there something you wanna say? Before the Matilda course?” 
	My lip twitched, anticipation running along my spine. “I couldn't have imagined a better friend.” I whispered. 
	Jackle crescent lips softened. “And I am glad you didn't have to.” 
	He held me high, dangling above his head as his smile pried apart. I peered past the broadening abyss between his teeth, even now there was nothing but empty space. -Shrllsh- Though… I did feel something, wet, when I dipped my toes inside. It was both far from distinct, and solid, like the flesh of a throat would be, rather, as I lowered my legs into this gape. The passage felt like dipping into a lake, but one in which the water's surface tension sculpted to conform with my body, closing in to my skin, without ever really touching. I could only feel its presence. 
	-Gmogh- oGongpsh-. 
	His lips closed around my thighs. My rump dipped down from his lips, jostling with the rest of my nervous frame as he enveloped me. I thought back to Lo, the bully from so long ago. 
	“I do kind have a big butt, don't I?” 
	“You have the best butt.” Was his response, as his lips clamped onto my around my cheeks, -Shflflpths- sprawling upwards to engulf the plummy plush meat like the tightest, and yet most comfortable pair of underwear. 
	-Gllbmgghs- -Omgpgsh- I heard his swallows echo through me, and felt how my presence distorted space and matter. Whilst his lips traced up my torso, I spied down, at the gullet, and reached for it… -Gllgbss- a shift of flesh rumbled as I clutched the bulge made by my own legs, digits sinking into the meat, moulding and massaging into the expanse, matching the smooth rhythm of Jackle's gulps. Especially now, I couldn't help but fawn over him, and the pleasant touch of his bulging frame, filling with… me meat. -Ggmpgh- -Gofmpmgpsh-. 
	Then, like a bolt of lighting striking my mind, I felt, with my eyes, the insubstantial essence, coalescing before me as I smooshed and kneaded my palms into the bulge. It took shape, it gained dimension. I could... see the curves and bends of my legs. It was removed from the corporeal, but I saw it, by its negative space. I saw all that wasn't there, that couldn't be there, and as I did, I could see Jackle's body, or lack of a body, for the first time. 
	His gloves scooped up my hands, and hoisted them towards his maw. I looked around, and felt how my chest had already passed his lips, the domes sinking deeper into the emptiness of his guts. The intangible moisture crawled up my neck. I should have been sad, just staring to see his lack frame and feel his body, only to be robbed of it. Though, as I wedged my arms into his crescent smile -Sllfpths- -clsptth- and felt the squelching of the nether claim me, I knew that I wasn't going anywhere, and in fact, maybe the reason I could perceive him was that soon, I would be him. 
	My body sank deeper into the lustrous, cobalt blackness. The precipice of his maw graced by my cheek, smooching over my forehead. -Shrlrlpfhts- I felt the surface rising, encapsulating my shoulders and climbing my neck as I arched my head upwards, and watched as the moon shaped window to the world smiled down upon me, -Lffggmppghslsp- and sealed shut. 


~ 3 ~


 “Haaafm…” I sighed and leaned back in the mish-mash of my throne, tracing along the outline of my smooth, stuffed guts. Bestest girl laid resting within, wiggling now and then. Her joy was infectious as ever, and seeping into my being; an endless supply. She had long drifted off into the stars cape, uniting with the cosmos and melding between realities, until her skin was that of scintillant, liquid onyx, and she marbled within crystals of opalescent cyan. I lounged back in her sensations, or her joy and satisfaction, of her mind absorbing the nature of the infinite ocean of starlight within. She had desired to see it, but now my little tyke could feel it, bathe, marinade into it, and experience it. I was a delight to embrace her mind, as she brewed into the generous midnight sludge, illuminated by countless twinkles of living light. 
	I brushed over my bloated abdomen, congested with the plush bundle of Matilda. “Sweet thing, -Fushslp- ha… you actually have me stuffed.” 
	“That's good~.” I snickered. “Still a little rascal, even as my starry sludge.” I mumbled, starting to, feel. As if, this exchange of sensations, were not a one way street after all. I looked at my hands, turning them over, really seeing them, settling into this… odd perspective. Sensations and emotions were imprinting behind my eyes as my sweet Matilda churned with the cosmos. 
	“I have so much to show you.” I mumbled. 
	Later came a hum from within. 
	That's right, there wasn't any rush, no need to wait for her to be alone down in her realm, or to find the right moment. We had all the moments now. So, what was the harm in laying back, and brewing into each other presence, for a few years? Or decades? I sank ever back in the throat, a crater of starlight encompassing me. I had shown Matilda the stars, and now, given her the night sky itself. Still, she had gifted me in return. An intangible sensation weighed on my eyes, as I collapsed into my first slumber.