Long time lurker, first time writer! Please be gentle!

[NerdofNerds]

Hello everyone! I've been lurking in the shadows for years on this site, and for some reason, I finally got an urge to write a story. I hope that this works for someone other than me, please feel free to offer criticism or advice. If I get good feedback, maybe I'll write a bit more in the future!

Proving Her Dominance (F/m, micro, dom/sub, insertion, oral vore, fatal)

With a sudden, violent motion, Craig suddenly flipped her over, pinning her thin arms to the mattress, never removing his cock from her pussy. She tried to push him off of her, but he outweighed her, and all of it was muscle. With the wind knocked out of her, Ashley abruptly felt him stiffen and felt his dick violently spasm, filling her with his cum, then started to soften almost immediately. She nearly screamed, having been close to a fantastic orgasm, only to have him turn the tables.

Again.

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“It's just so fucking frustrating!” Ashley fumed across her steaming mug of coffee.

Sarah reached out and touched her hand. “I know, honey. You've wanted to explore your dominant side for as long as I can remember. I thought Craig said he was ok with you taking charge sometimes?”

Ashley clenched her fingers around her friend's hand, “I wish it was that simple. He agrees to let me dominate him, says this time it'll be different. It always starts out ok, he's totally down with it, but as soon as he gets revved up, it's like he's possessed. He takes control, forgets all the promises he makes, and leaves me high and dry! It's actually better when we don't bother. At least when we don't try, I don't get halfway to such a great cum, just to have him finish things too soon!”

“Ouch.” Sarah took a sip of coffee to cover the awkward moment. “Have you... tried tying him up or something? Making it so he CAN'T take over?”

Ashley glared into her coffee, as if it somehow was responsible for her frustration. “He says his skin is too sensitive for rope or cuffs, and when we tried those nice padded straps from the porn store, the fucker actually RIPPED them free of the bed in his eagerness to get off!” She took a large gulp, as if she could somehow drown her problems with hot caffeine.

Sarah looked into her old friend's eyes, as if trying to decide something. Then, she leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.

“Ashley, I think I might be able to help you, but it's a bit... out there.”

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“Craig, we need to talk...”

“I know, I know, I told you I'd let you be in charge, but I couldn't help it! You're just too damn sexy for me to behave!” Craig interrupted her, the way he always did.

She cut him off with a glare. “Save it, Craig. You promised me you'd let me explore my dominant side when we started dating. I need to know. If I can find a way to keep you from backing out in the heat of the moment, will you let me go through with it? Wherever it leads us?”

He started to speak, but trailed off when he saw how serious the look on her face was. Somehow, he knew that the next words out of his mouth would forever define their relationship. He took a deep breath before he responded.

“Look, honey, I know how important this is to you. I'm sorry that I keep screwing it up. You being a domme is just so hot that I lose all control of myself. If you have an idea, I'm willing to go along with it.”

She smiled. “Good.” She pulled her hand out of her purse and aimed something at him. There was a flash of light, and Craig suddenly blacked out.

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“Wake up, little man. You've got a busy night ahead of you.”

Craig shook his head, trying to clear the fuzz from his brain as he opened his eyes. Where was he? Where was Ashley?

Focus.

Well, he was naked, and his clothes were nowhere in sight. Although come to think of it, the huge blanket he was lying on was the same color as the shirt he was wearing before...

Wait. EXACTLY the same color...and material...and...

“Is it starting to sink in yet, my pet?”

He whirled around, and looked... and looked, and LOOKED. It took him a few moments to readjust his vision to take in his girlfriend standing behind him. She was wearing a black corset, firmly binding up her petite frame, but leaving her breasts and pussy exposed. He could see that her nipples were stiff, and that her pussy lips were glistening with arousal.

She also was towering over him, like a giant. Come to think of it, so was the lamp, and the desk, and the doorframe...

“That's right, my tiny toy. Thanks to a friend whose company is working on experimental shrinking ray, I've finally got you right where I want you. Totally within my power, submissive to my needs, my desires, my WHIMS. And you finally can't overpower me when you decide your needs are more important than mine. You're small enough that I can make you do whatever I want. For as long as I want. If I want you to rub my feet for hours, that's what you're going to do. If I want to put you in my panties and go out grocery shopping, you've got no say in it. I can lock you in my jewelry box, use you for anything I want, and it's entirely up to me when it ends.”

She licked her lips as she spoke, staring at him like he was a piece of candy, a present on Christmas morning, a THING to be used however she wanted. He could see her getting wetter and wetter as she spoke, and he could feel how hard her dominance was making him.

He started to open his mouth to tell her how sexy she was, when she suddenly sat down on the bed, her massive legs suddenly surrounding him and the sudden movement knocking him over. The scent of her arousal washed over him, overwhelming everything else with the steamy perfume of sex.

“Better get started, little man, before I start thinking of ways to punish you for disobeying me.”

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Ashley leaned back on the bed, cupping her hands around her breasts as she felt her miniature boyfriend begin to caress her inner folds. His tiny arms could only do so much, but the rush of her control over him more than made up for that lack. She let out a deep moan, feeling his arm pushing into her, massaging her from the inside as she pulled on her aching nipples. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, when suddenly, she felt something change. The small arms pulled back, and she felt something press against her without penetrating her. Confused, she leaned up, propping herself up on her elbows so she could see between her legs.

Son of a BITCH.

Craig had pressed his naked body up against her, abandoning his pleasuring of her, and was humping frantically against the giant pussy he was supposed to be submitting to.

“You worthless piece of shit. Even when you're three inches tall, you can only think of yourself. Well, I'm going to make you give me what I need, no matter WHAT.”

With that, she darted out a hand and grabbed his tiny body, and roughly shoved him headfirst inside of her. She felt herself getting wetter as she used him for her pleasure, moaning as she felt him squirm and writhe inside her sex. The thought that her boyfriend, a living, breathing human being, was nothing more than a sex toy, HER sex toy, made her twitch and squirm. After one particularly violent push, she felt something shift in her. She suddenly realized what she felt was a bone breaking in her tiny, boyfriend-shaped dildo. Rather than alarm her, that thought triggered a whole new flood of juices to start flowing from inside her. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she realized she should be worried that she'd hurt him, but that voice was being drowned out, smothered by the domme she was finally able to unleash after so many years, smothered like the small man she was drowning with her juices.

That voice finally managed to get her attention, make her pull him from her pussy and regard the small man she'd just unleashed her rage and lust on. She could feel her insides clench and pulse, eager to finish what she'd started, to unleash a mind blowing orgasm unlike anything she'd felt before, but she felt some need to take a look at the sex toy she'd once cuddled with, cooked dinner for, been an EQUAL to. She needed to see him, to prove once and for all that she was stronger, better, more worthy than he was. That he BELONGED to her, and his only purpose was whatever she decided it was.

He was bedraggled, naked and soaking wet with sweat and pussy juice. One arm was bent at an odd angle, yet amazingly, the small man still had his other hand wrapped around his miniaturized dick, trying to make himself cum despite everything she'd been doing to him.

With a low growl mixed with rage and lust, she moved out of pure instinct. She quickly shoved his tiny form into her mouth, wanting to punish him for daring to think of his own pleasure, to frighten the little insect into realizing that SHE was in control here, not him.

She'd tasted her own juices before, in fact, she loved the taste of herself, after all, she was the domme, everything about her was superior, including her taste, and she enjoyed licking her fingers clean after a good cum. She could taste her flavor all over him, as well as his own sweat and skin. But as delicious as he was, no flavor could compare to the sudden rush of power she felt in her belly.

He was HERS. His entire body was contained within her, rolling around on her tongue, being covered with her saliva as she sucked him clean of her juices. She leaned back, her fingers darting down to fill the aching void between her legs. She couldn't believe how wet she was, as she reveled in her complete domination of the morsel that had once been her boyfriend.

Morsel. Treat. Snack. The words rolled around in her head as she thrust her fingers frantically inside herself. She'd put him into her mouth as a show of power, a means of punishing him for his disobedience. But with each passing second, she was thinking him less and less as a person, and more as a source of pleasure, a slave, a sex toy, a bite of dessert. His only purpose now is to make her feel amazing, any way she chose.

The tiny voice in the back of her mind was frantically screaming, trying to break through her dominant persona, to remind her that the frantically squirming morsel in her mouth was a person, someone she cared about, but it was a whistle in a hurricane. Ashley had been trying to let the domme out for so long, having been frustrated at every turn, and now that she was out, there was no way to put the genie back into her bottle.

Her fingers pistoned in and out of her like her life depended on it, her other hand pulling and tugging on her erect nipple. Her pussy made loud squelching noises in time with her frenzied sucking sounds, making an obscene symphony as she felt the biggest orgasm of her life building. But the faster she fingered herself, the more violently she tossed him around her mouth, the release she sought wouldn't come.

Not yet.

She knew what she had to do. No matter what the cost, no matter how horrible a person it made her. The coming climax would not be denied. If she was a monster, then so be it. She would embrace it.

She didn't hesitate.

With one swift motion, she flipped the tiny hunk of meat that she once called her boyfriend to the back of her tongue, and, with a final, violent thrust of her fingers into her sex, she swallowed. She felt the squirming form move slowly down her neck, pass under her heaving breasts, and as it settled into her stomach, she came with a moan of triumph and conquest, juices squirting out of her with such force that it pushed her fingers out of her pussy. Her body heaved and shuddered, lost in an orgasm beyond anything she'd ever imagined, much less experienced. She had never squirted before, but now that it had started, every shudder brought another gush of fluid out of her and all over the bed she was writhing on. It seemed to go on and on forever, feeding off of years of frustration and denial, yet she knew it would end, must end, but the feelings she'd unleashed could never be contained again.

As her orgasm finally wound down, she began to come to her senses. The reality of what she'd done, what she'd become, began to intrude on her mind. She'd taken a life, the life of someone she cared for, and used it as food, as a source of pleasure. As she pushed herself back onto her arms, wrestling with her conscience, she saw the clothes he'd worn, the last clothes he'd ever put on, before she made him into her personal toy and meal. And those clothes were stained and soaked with her juices, as if she had chosen to defile his last possessions, marking them, like a dog pissing on a tree to claim it. Then, while she looked over her handiwork, she felt a tiny flutter within her belly.

He was still alive, moving around inside her stomach, fighting for life. There was still a chance to save him, to get him out, to move beyond this fantasy and go back to normal life.

She looked down on his soaked clothes, soaked with squirt, HER squirt, the sign of her total domination of him.

She felt another flutter within her gut, weaker this time. If she was going to save him, now was the moment.

She knew what she needed to do.

She leaned back, and with a satisfied moan, started lightly stroking her clit. With her other hand, she began to rub her stomach, feeling her meal move, slower, slower...

As the struggles got weaker, her hand moved faster, as she surrendered to her inner domme. As she felt his last desperate struggle fade away to nothing, she climaxed again, further soaking the wrapper her meal had been packaged in.

The first time, she could have justified as the passion of the moment. But now, she knew.

She was the domme, superior, a goddess among mortals. If she wanted pleasure, she didn't ask for it, she didn't negotiate. She took it, no matter what she did to the other, lesser people around her. She knew this wasn't the end, it was only the beginning.

After all, a domme must be better than everyone else, no matter how often she needed to prove it.

[Mad51]

Love it! Good story and really good setup! Wonderfully written!

[dst3313]

I concur wholeheartedly. Nice little story. Arousal sometimes makes us do dumb things in the heat of passion. By which I mean sexy

[NerdofNerds]

I've "churned" out another one. I appreciate the feedback I've gotten so far, please, keep it coming! Even if you think it sucks, I'd appreciate hearing it, so I can learn to be better! Here's story number 2!



A Little Too Far (M/f, cock vore, accidental, fatal, cum digestion)

“Ok baby, I think I've got the perfect answer to our problem!” Erin bubbled excitedly as she came into the apartment, swinging her purse and a large shopping bag.

Daniel knew that look. The look that meant , Oh, I just did something totally crazy, but you'll forgive me because I'm beautiful and you just can't say no to me! The look that meant whatever was coming next, he was going to object, but in the end, she'd get her way, like she always did. The look that ALSO meant whatever was in the bag, the price tag was likely to make his head spin.

She was grinning from ear to ear, like a cat that had gotten into the cream. Perhaps that expression was a little TOO apt to describe Erin. She had a major cum fetish, one Daniel had tried and thus far failed to satisfy. She'd researched foods that would increase the volume of his ejaculate, but it wasn't enough. She had gotten him to take vitamins and drugs off the web to make him cum longer, harder, and more often, and still it wasn't enough for her. She'd begged him for weeks to get another guy into the bedroom so she could get more, although when the day came, Daniel had been far too self-conscious to perform with another man in the room. She swallowed it, rubbed it into her skin, had him climax in every place he could imagine, and a few that he wouldn't have thought of, without her insistence. No matter what she tried, she just couldn't get enough.

Daniel braced himself for the inevitable kneejerk when she answered his next question. “Ok, what problem is that, sweetheart?”

Erin gave him a look like he'd asked why he needed to take off his shoes before his pants. “Our bedroom problem, silly! It may have cost a pretty penny, but it's gonna be SOOO worth it!” She was practically bouncing out of her low cut tank top, she was so excited.

Daniel looked across the room and took in his overly excited girlfriend, from her curly red hair, to her heaving D cup breasts, from her sexy ass in tight leggings, to the beautiful feet in open heels he loved to have wrapped around his cock, to the shopping bag with the logo of an electronics chain. He took a moment to try to collect his thoughts and get some measure of control before this situation got out of hand.

“You found the answer to... that... at an electronics store? Cause I know how important this is to you, but anything involving shocks is a big freaking NO in my book.”

She burst out laughing, sending her ample bosom heaving even more than it already had been. “Nothing like that, goofball. Check it out!” She pulled the box out of the shopping bag and proudly showed it off.

He looked at it with a puzzled expression. “A shrink ray? Aren't those like a thousand dollars? How are we going to afford that? And how does it help? It's not like I can cum more if that thing makes me tiny!”

“It's not for you, dummy, it's for me! If I shrink down super small, you'll be able to give me more cum than I can handle! I'll be covered in it, drink as much as much as my stomach can hold, hell, I can even SWIM in it!” She shuddered, thinking of the possibilities, and he could see the front of her leggings getting damp as she spoke, clearly outlining her pussy lips, even through her leggings and thong.

He took a look at the woman writhing in his doorway, and realized very quickly that any attempts at being the voice of reason here were going to fall on deaf ears. Deaf ears that were apparently going to be very, very small.

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Later that evening, Daniel found himself naked, erect, and staring down at a three inch tall version of his girlfriend. How do I get myself into these things? he thought to himself. He had to admit that she WAS sexy, even when she was shrunken down so small. She was lying on her back on the table, masturbating furiously as she waited for him to fulfill her fantasy.

“Come on, baby! Cover me with your cum! I want to swallow it, taste it for days! Drown me with it!” She was working herself into an absolute frenzy as she fingered herself into a frenzy.

Daniel, on the other hand, found himself getting more and more self-conscious with each moment. He was trying to jerk off, but the whole situation was a little too weird for him. “Babe, I'm trying, but I've gotta be honest, this is kinda freaking me out. Masturbating in front of you feels strange enough, but this...”

She bolted upright as if he had slapped her. “You aren't ruining this for me, Daniel! Bring that big ole' cock over here, I'll make you cum if it's the last thing I do!”

He moved closer, placing his dick on the table in front of her. She reached out and started stroking it for all she was worth, which frankly wasn't much given how small she was at the moment. He had to admit it felt good, but it was still not enough to make him get over the strangeness of the situation. He was about to say something, when suddenly, she roughly shoved one arm into his urethra. He gasped, surprised at the sudden stimulation, and he moaned loudly. A large dollop of precum squirted out, pushing Erin's arm with it. She shuddered as the fluid soaked her upper body, and grinned.

“Ooh, you like that, don't you? Well, I think I know how to get your yummy, yummy cum out for me. You've always liked it when I massage your cock with my feet, let's try it from the inside!” With that, she laid back down and started kneading the head of his cock with her dainty feet. As he sharply inhaled, he felt first one, then both feet slip inside of his throbbing member.

Daniel's knees nearly buckled as she pushed herself in up to the knees. He grabbed the edge of the table to hold his balance, involuntarily thrusting forward as he did so. As he opened his eyes, he saw she was hip deep in the hardest erection of his life. He saw her reach both hands down, and felt her start fingering herself again, her legs squirming delightfully within him. As amazing as it felt though, he knew it wouldn't be enough to make him climax, so he reached down and grabbed his cock. As he started jacking off though, he felt Erin tense up inside of him.

“OWWW, baby! Not so hard! That really hurt!”

He immediately took his hand away. “I'm so sorry, sweetie! I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just trying to cum for you! I don't know how to make it happen with you in there though!”

Her forehead wrinkled as she considered the problem. She pulled one hand free, and tried to push herself up and out of the cock that clung to her like a pair of skinny jeans, but between the suction and the precum coating her arm, she didn't make any real progress, and the sudden stimulation made Daniel's cock pulse, working her further into him, leaving only her breasts and head outside.

“Well, THAT didn't work. The only way I can think of to get me out of here now is for you to push me out from the inside. And since there's no way you're gonna be able to pee with a boner like this, you're just gonna have to make yourself cum!” A triumphant smirk broke out on her face, like a kid who tricked her parents into agreeing to go to Disneyland.

He regarded the grinning woman wearing his dick like a sleeping bag with skepticism. “Nice plan Erin, but how do you expect me to cum, if I can't jack off without crushing you?”

If anything, her grin got wider. “Simple, I'll just work my way down into your balls! As long as you leave them alone, you should be able to make it happen without squishing me! I should be able to hold out long enough for you to jerk off, and I can get started on drinking all that delicious cum while I wait!” Without waiting for him to respond, she started to shimmy, trying to work her breasts down into the hot, writhing cock below her. “Ooh, when you're ready, cum into that ugly teacup from that set your mom gave me, I can use it as a little cum jacuzzi!” She closed her eyes, the mental image of fulfilling her fantasy and defiling his mother's gift at the same time sending her system into overload, and as she began to orgasm, the shuddering heaves finally worked her tits into his hot dick.

The sensations of a woman cumming inside his cock was too much for him to handle, and he started to get into the whole situation. Staring down at his miniaturized girlfriend, he gently placed one finger on the top of her head, admiring her curly red hair as he slowly pushed her the rest of the way inside of him. As he felt Erin squirming her way further down, he gently squeezed her down, like his dick was a tube of toothpaste. He grinned wryly at that mental image, then closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of the tiny woman working her way down his shaft. He could tell that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm to push her back out when this was done, and she might finally get more cum than even she could handle.

As he walked over to the cabinet to get the teacup, he felt Erin finally make her way past the base of his cock, and felt her suddenly sliding her way into his balls. He stopped, shuddering, as he felt her hands and legs push against him, the feeling was even more intense than before, each push sending waves through him like a miniature orgasm. On shaking legs, he stumbled to the cabinet, found the cup, and lurched back to the table.

He started slowly rubbing his cock, making sure not to slap into his swollen nutsack, and moaned aloud at the feeling of the tiny woman inside of him. Each time he felt her press against him, he jerked faster and faster. He felt her pushing less and less, presumably getting herself ready for her sudden reentry to the outside world, for the culmination of her ultimate fantasy. As he felt himself getting close, Daniel stood up tall, aiming his rigid cock into the cup on the table.

With a sudden, heaving groan, Daniel felt his balls tighten up, preparing to expel its contents. With a sudden, violent burst, he felt one, two, three enormous spurts of cum blow out of his engorged cock, splattering into the teacup and sloshing over the sides. He felt like every nerve was on fire, like every thing that had ever made him nervous, made him doubt himself, was being shot out from his cock. The spurts kept coming, more than he'd ever cum before, filling the cup past its breaking point, cum flowing over every edge and running across the hard wood of the table.

As his orgasm finally subsided, Daniel lost control of his legs and collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily and covered with sweat. His vision was blurry, and he shook his head, trying to bring himself back into focus with the world around him. A few moments later, as he caught his breath and regained his senses, he put one hand on the floor and pushed himself to his feet, wanting to see Erin finally having more cum than she could ever want. Truth be told, he was feeling a lot more invested in this fantasy of hers, and couldn't wait to see her drenched in his semen. This was definitely something they would need to try again sometime.

He looked over the table, expecting to see his cum covered little lady enjoying her new jacuzzi, but he didn't see her anywhere. Puzzled, he looked around the table. Is she swimming under all of that? Ah shit, is she still inside me? He started poking his balls and cock, wincing at how sensitive he still was, but searching for any sign of Erin, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something break the surface of the cum filled cup.

A mop of hair. Curly, red, soaked in cum.

Oh god! She was in there too long and passed out! I've got to get her out of there, get her back to normal size and do CPR!

Daniel reached out, his fingers frantically searching for her body in the pool of cum, but not finding anything to grab onto. Finally, in desperation, he pinched the hair between his fingers, and tried to lift her out.

Nothing was attached to the hair. Nothing but the sticky cum that soaked it completely through.

Oh God.

His balls had somehow dissolved her, turning her into the warm, sticky cum she loved so much.

That was all that was left of her. The cum she'd hoped to swim in had become her final resting place.

And he did it to her. His body had destroyed her, she'd died, just for his cock to dump her on the table, turn her into a messy stain to be wiped up and thrown out with the trash.

As he sank to his knees in shock, Daniel was surprised and disgusted to see his cock twitch at that thought, as if it was proud of what it accomplished and wanted to do it again. And as awful as he felt, a part of him realized how amazing, how confident, how powerful this had made him feel, that even with all of this, a dark corner of his soul was thinking about doing this again. Tears ran down his face as he thought of the love he'd lost, of the monster he'd become.

As he watched the last few locks of her hair sink into the cup full of girl-cum, he felt his body shudder, as grief and desire battled inside of him. He looked down at his throbbing, dripping cock, and wondered which would win the battle for his soul, knowing that either way, Erin had lost.

[Spunkomatic66]

His body had destroyed her, she'd died, just for his cock to dump her on the table, turn her into a messy stain to be wiped up and thrown out with the trash.

Nice. I like the scenario here a lot, it's well written, and little details like the woman being good at footjobs really do go a long way for me. Well done.

[NerdofNerds]

It's funny you mention that, that actually wasn't in my first draft, but when I was reviewing it, it seemed weird to me that she started foot massaging him. I'm glad that someone other than me notices details like that!

[Hestia042]

I like the first one. I'd love to read it aloud, perhaps in fragments. I do vore audio. If you allow me to, I'd be willing to give it a try. Message me if interested. I haven't read the second one, yet... Thanks for sharing your writing, you're quite talented.
~ Hestia ~

[NerdofNerds]

Hello again! I wrote another story, this one is a sequel to my first story, Proving Her Dominance. Hope you like it, and as always, feedback is welcome!

Turning The Tables (F/f, micro, dom/sub, insertion, oral vore, fatal)

<Ashley? It's Sarah...again. Where are you? This is like the third voicemail I left you, and I really need you to call me back. My boss is asking questions about that missing shrink gun, and I'm running out of excuses. Please call me back!>

<BEEP. No new voicemails.>

Ashley took a long look at her phone before she put it away. She'd gotten all of Sarah's messages, but what the hell was she going to tell her? Sorry, but I got carried away and ended up eating my boyfriend while having the most amazing orgasms of my life! That would go over well.

The truth was that she didn't feel even a little bit guilty about what she had done. Even a week later, she still felt an incredible rush thinking about her domination of the meal that was once named Craig. She had covered her tracks pretty well: Sarah was the only one of her friends who had known they were dating, and none of his friends knew where he'd been that night. She'd spent the a lot of time in the last week finding everything he'd left at her place and disposing of it. Some of the smaller things she'd just thrown away, but a few things she'd decided to abuse, just to help remind her of how thoroughly she'd dominated him.

She'd amused herself by using his toothbrush that evening; even though she hadn't chewed him up, the symbolic act of using his toothbrush to clean him out of her mouth was satisfying. She'd used the gun to shrink a few of his prized possessions and use them for her satisfaction. She shrank his baseball bat and pleasured herself until she'd snapped it in half during a particularly violent orgasm, and his clothes proved excellent for cleaning up her squirt whenever she replayed that amazing night in her mind. She even used his favorite jacket, which she'd always kind of hated, to wipe herself off the morning after, then shrank it and sent it down the toilet along with his remains.

She was fairly confident that no one could ever figure out what happened to him, or link her to his disappearance.

No one except Sarah.

She knew about the shrink ray, about her sexual power struggles, it was even her idea to shrink him so that he couldn't withstand her. If she didn't do something soon, Sarah would figure it out, if she hadn't already.

Sarah was a problem. A threat to her dominance. An obstacle to be overcome... and removed.

She picked up her phone again and sent Sarah a text.

[Hey, sorry I haven't called back. Crazy week. Tell you all about it when I see you. Come by in an hour?]

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Sarah pulled up into the parking lot, and made her way up to Ashley's apartment. She was glad that she'd finally managed to get in touch with her, it had been a serious risk letting her borrow the shrink ray, but Ashley had been so desperate for a solution to her problem. Sarah certainly understood how rough it could be when you had sexual urges you couldn't fulfill. The shrink gun was a drastic step, and certainly a risk, but Sarah hoped it would yield satisfaction for everyone involved.

She walked into the apartment without knocking, as she always did, and closed the door behind her. She looked around, not seeing her friend anywhere, as she started to unbutton her long coat.

“Ashley? You here?”

She was about to say more, when she saw a sudden flash of light. A flash she knew all too well.

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Ashley looked down at the pile of clothes, and eventually found what she sought: a small, naked woman trying to regain her senses. She smiled as she realized how futile her efforts were, and how wet they made her.

“Hey girlfriend, glad you could make it. I'd tell you to take off the coat and stay awhile, but I seem to have taken care of that for you. Have you lost weight?” She snickered at her own joke.

Sarah quickly turned and regarded her gigantic friend, towered over her in a silk bathrobe. “Ashley, what the hell! I gave you that shrink gun to use on Craig, what the hell are you doing? Unshrink me right now!”

Ashley quickly cut her off. “Yes. You gave me the gun. You wanted to let me explore my dominant side, to experience what it felt like to be totally in control of my own sexual pleasure. To TAKE what I want, not to bargain, or exchange, or just hope someone else will fulfill my needs. I got to learn what it felt like to be in charge, to use another human being as a source of pleasure, as a living sex toy. I experienced something amazing, and I intend to experience it again, and again, and live my life in total control of my own pleasure.”

Ashley's hands slowly untied her robe as she spoke, eventually removing it entirely and casually tossing it over a nearby chair, revealing her naked body to her onetime friend. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, and as she lightly stroked her clit, her pussy juices began to drip all over her legs and the floor.

“I suppose I could thank you, but that seems kind of pointless. You aren't a person anymore, you're just a tiny little thing. Nothing worth that kind of gratitude or attention. You are MINE now, just like Craig was.”

Sarah paled, and took a step back from the puddle of juices that rained down from above, forming a small lake directly in front of her. She'd never seen her friend like this... so terrifying... so confident... so... dominant.

“W...was? What do you mean, was? What did you do to him?”

Ashley laughed at Sarah's distress. With Craig, there had been no words, no moment to realize exactly how little control he had over his fate. In a way, she almost regretted what she had done. Not using him and eating him, of course. That was the best decision of her life. What she regretted was not giving him a chance to speak, to try to convince her to let him go, to beg for his miserable life, only to have her take it away for a moment's pleasure. The physical domination was potent, but emotionally breaking her prey was providing a whole new level of satisfaction.

“Oh, I could tell you, my little toy, but it will be far more fun to show you. Fun for me, anyway. It probably won't be any fun for you, but I honestly don't care. You might as well learn to accept that all that remains in your life is to please me. If you do a good job, I MIGHT keep you around, at least until I get bored.”

Ashley reached down and roughly grabbed the tiny woman, dragging her through her collected juices, slowly dragging her up her leg until she reached her throbbing sex. Sarah was speechless as she saw the throbbing pussy lips directly over her prone body, drooling cream all over her naked form.

“Stand up, my little toy. Climb up inside of me, and accept your fate.”

Sarah shivered in fear at the thought of what she'd just been asked.. no, ORDERED to do. She'd never even considered being with a woman, and now she was on the verge of knowing one far more intimately than she'd ever imagined.

“I can't! Please, Ashley, I'm your friend! Don't make me do this!”

Although she couldn't see it, Sarah could practically hear the sneer on Ashley's face.

“You aren't my friend. I am a domme. I don't have friends, I have sources of pleasure, toys for my amusement and desires. If you don't do what I command, then I will have no use for you, and you will suffer even more for ruining this for me. Now, accept your fate, or suffer the consequences.”

Trembling with fear, Sarah slowly got to her hands and knees. Her courage almost failed her as she felt a large glob of pussy cream hit her directly in the back, but she slowly rose to her knees, and with her hands extended over her head, slowly got to her feet, pushing her arms into the large lips above her. The tears streaming down her face were quickly washed away by Ashley's juices as she worked her way up inside of her.

Biting her lower lip, Ashley fought the urge to push her new toy up inside her. Forcing her to do it herself was even more amazing than she'd hoped. The tiny scrabbling motions inside her were pleasurable, to be sure, but the knowledge that she was doing it in attempt to save her pathetic, worthless life, accepting that the only purpose she had left in life was to pleasure her goddess, that was so potent she had to fight her coming orgasm with all her might.

“Pull yourself all the way in, my little shrunken toy. I'm going to pull my hand away, and if you aren't all the way inside me, you might fall to your death.”

She gasped as she lowered her hand, and felt the little legs flail as Sarah attempted to climb the rest of the way into her pussy. With almost agonizing slowness, she felt one leg pull inside of her, then the other. With a low growl of deep satisfaction, she felt her lips close around the form that had once been her best friend. She felt her hand move almost involuntarily to her clitoris, and had to force herself not to touch it.

Her toy needed to do it, to make her cum without any help from her mistress. The domme didn't need to do anything but stand there and enjoy her moment of control. She'd never cum while standing up before, but she loved the feeling of control it provided, and the risk of her little plaything falling out of her.

The frenzied movements as Sarah wriggled deeper inside of her finally triggered the orgasm she'd been waiting for. With a shudder, every nerve in her body began to fire at once, and her muscles clenched tight. She felt an enormous rush of fluid run down her legs as she reveled in her domination of the tiny human that was inside her.

Was being the operative word.

As her vision cleared and her senses returned, she became aware of the emptiness inside of her sex. Looking down at the floor, she finally saw Sarah, who had landed back in the pile of her dropped clothing and girl cum. From the look of things, the clothing had broken her fall enough to keep her from being too badly hurt, she looked dazed and drenched, but intact. She reached down and lifted her soaked little toy back up to eye level.

“Enjoy yourself in there, pet? Oh wait, I don't care if you did or not. Your job was to pleasure your goddess, and I suppose you've done an adequate job so far. But we aren't done yet.”

She walked into her bedroom, and placed Sarah on the pillow as she lay upon the bed. She regarded the bedraggled little woman with amusement as she tried to regain her senses.

“You wanted to know what happened to Craig? After I put him deep inside of me, I put him right in here, ” she said, pointing to her full, sensual lips, so close to the tiny morsel on the pillow beside her.

“He was a terrible toy, and a worse boyfriend, so in the end, I was forced to swallow him to gain my pleasure. I came as soon as he started moving down my throat, and I kept touching myself as I felt his struggles in my stomach. So far, you've been a better toy, but you still might face the same fate if you fight me. This is your final chance. If you crawl into my mouth the way you crawled into my pussy, I might be moved by your obedience, and keep you for a while.”

She smiled as she saw the fear on Sarah's battered face, as she realized how futile her hopes for release were.

“If you refuse, I might just have to try something new. I swallowed Craig whole, perhaps I'll see what you taste like if I chew you up. Or perhaps I'll fry you up in some tempura batter, like a little piece of sushi.”

A loud grumble from Ashley's stomach added its opinion to the matter.

“I am awfully hungry. To be honest, I'll probably still swallow you if you comply, but I promise it will be quick and merciful. At least as merciful as a death by boiling acid can be.”

Sarah shuddered at that thought, but Ashley saw the defeat in her eyes. Slowly, she crawled towards the cavernous mouth in front of her, to her eventual doom. Ashley tilted her head upright and slowly extended her tongue, like a red carpet for her latest meal. One foot, one hand, slowly crawled onto the tongue, and with one final choking sob, entered Ashley's mouth, and awaited her mistresses pleasure.

Ashley waited a moment, giving her morsel a chance to wallow in her fear, and then slowly, sensually, she closed her mouth around her tiny treat. Cradling it with her tongue, she slowly rolled onto her back, and slowly ran her hands down her sides. She could feel her prey twitch in fear, faintly hear her sobs as she tried to convince herself that it was just a dream.

Once again, Ashley resisted the urge to touch herself, instead reveling in the struggles of the tiny morsel on her tongue. The knowledge that she had gone in of her own accord, knowing full well what it would mean, made her spasm in a series of small, mini orgasms. Then, she felt something amazing.

Sarah was crawling... toward her throat.

Maybe she'd gotten disoriented, and thought it was the way out, moving in a blind panic.

Maybe she'd decided to end it all, trying to end her misery before Ashley tried something else.

Maybe she'd surrendered fully to her goddess, offering herself as a willing meal for the divine form she was encased in.

But regardless, in a few moments, she would move beyond the point of no return. Ashley could block off her throat with her tongue, and prolong Sarah's torment, or she could revel in this moment, a moment where her dominance was so complete that the prey willingly surrendered to her fate.

Ashley knew what she wanted.

With a shuddering lurch, she felt the tiny form crawl into her throat, and the natural reflexes of her body took over. Her vision faded to black as an orgasm, even more powerful than those before, ripped through her body as Sarah slid slowly down her torso. Finally surrendering to her body's demands, her fingers frantically pumped into her drenched pussy, seeking to prolong her pleasure as long as possible.

As she felt the lump enter her stomach, she felt one more powerful climax overwhelm her, and she passed out.

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Much later, she awoke, shivering in the cold from her drenched sheets, and feeling tired muscles resist movement after her massive orgasm. She lightly prodded her stomach, searching for signs of life.

None came.

The one person who knew about the shrink ray, the one person who could have challenged her dominance, was gone.

Reduced to a light snack and a tremendous orgasm.

Ashley smiled lazily to herself, knowing that this was just the beginning.

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Back after a long hiatus, hope you enjoy this new story! Also, a shoutout to my Lady, who has grown to share my love of vore, and inspired this story.



“Don’t you trust me?”

The words echoed through his ears, and through his mind, accompanied, as always, with the lilt of mocking laughter she always had for him. A sense that it was entirely his fault, he couldn’t surrender fully to his feelings, to her desires, to TRULY commit to her, and the roles they held for each other. A laugh that showed that no matter how far he went, he was still holding back, and that she judged him for it.

Taking a deep breath, he reflected on how he had gotten to this point, and the very dangerous slope he was balanced upon…

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Daniel had always held doubts about himself, and his place in the world, particularly with women. He was only 5 foot 4, rarely able to find a woman who didn’t tower over him. Hair was short, brown, and dull, and his eyes weren’t much more interesting. He was scrawny, never able to put much muscle on, and had a soft, almost effeminate voice, pretty much robbed at every turn of any traits that might attract a partner. Even his dick would be, at best, be described as “average”, not that many women had ever seen it. So Daniel spent his life lusting after those he felt he could never hope to interest, much less satisfy.

Until he met Andrea.

Even lost in memories, he flinched at the mistake.

MISTRESS Andrea.

A Goddess made flesh, and plenty of it. She wasn’t a rail thin, supermodel type, no. This was a Goddess of Olde, with wide hips and full breasts, curves you could explore for days, a living embodiment of lust and hedonism, who clearly indulged in whatever passions she wished, with no concern for judgment or scorn. Dark, mysterious eyes, raven black hair, and a figure that was full and vibrant and would promise an infinite realm of desires, if you would only submit to her command.

Mistress Andrea wasn’t the first dominant woman he’d ever met, or even the first one who had tried to train him, but she was different. Every other Domme had taken control, but had done so in a nurturing, caring way, treating him as a beloved pet. And while that might have seemed like exactly what he needed, invariably it drove him away. It always felt like pity, a misguided attempt to convince him that he was too hard on himself, to make him feel like he deserved the love and attention of a beautiful woman.

Mistress Andrea made it clear she was having NONE of that nonsense. He was her property, her plaything, and he should be GRATEFUL that she wasted her time on him. Somehow, this gave him purpose. He existed to fulfill her whims, her desires, and to be abused and humiliated for no better reason than she FELT like it.

When she first saw his scrawny frame, she laughed, and let him know his life pretending to be a “man” was over, and that he was going to be slowly transformed into her submissive little sissy cuckold.

His boxers? Thrown in the trash, replaced by skimpy, frilly panties in her favorite bright colors.

His neatly trimmed beard? Shaved off, along with every other hair below his ears, keeping him smooth and feminine for her to laugh at, and to better show off the marks from her wide collection of whips, paddles, and other toys.

Not the hair on his head, though. That he was ordered to grow out, to make him look girlier, to help “fool everyone else into thinking he was Danielle now”, as she liked to taunt him.

His gym membership was cancelled (and of course the money transferred to her bank account), and instead Mistress Andrea’s personal trainer put him on a special training program to give him toned legs and a fuller ass.

The trainer, for his trouble, got to fuck Mistress Andrea whenever he wanted, usually with “Danielle” forced to suck him hard, watch them rut like wild animals, and clean them both with his tongue. There was never any concern over him trying to join in, as Mistress Andrea locked him in a metal chastity cage early on, only removing it to swap for smaller and smaller sizes. If she DID allow his “little clitty” out, it always involved humiliation – making him eat his own cum, getting him hard only to make him shove it back in the cage without release, pinching it with various clamps and clips, and basically, anything else that she could think of to degrade and humiliate her plaything.

When it first began, he balked at some of her orders, but her response was always the same.

“Don’t you trust me?” followed by that mocking laugh, the unspoken suggestion that if he was REALLY a good partner and submissive, he wouldn’t ever question her instructions, and that no matter how unreasonable it sounded, it was his fault for not trusting, not committing to her ownership of him.

Over time, he objected less and less, his submissive mind bending to her will, and conditioned to always prove his trust in her with those four simple words.

“Don’t you trust me?”

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He was snapped back to the moment, literally, as he heard the snap of Mistress Andrea’s fingers.

“I haven’t got all day, little sissy cuck. And neither do you. If you don’t make a decision soon, you won’t have a choice at all anymore, and you’ll be locked up forever.”

A loud gurgle came from her stomach, as if it was echoing her threat, promising to ruin what little pleasure she permitted him.

“Plus, you’ll have to live your pathetic little life knowing you let me down, that you couldn’t trust me enough to do this, to know that it’s your fault, that you failed the only person who ever gave you purpose or meaning.”

She looked down at him, sneering at how pathetic he was, even after all her patient training.

“Last chance, little subby.”

His eyes were drawn to her widening lips, to the sensuous mouth and throat that somehow promised both bliss and doom in the same breath.

“Don’t you trust me?”

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Of all of her kinks and fetishes, vore was definitely the one his mind fought hardest to resist.

He’d heard of it, of course. Everyone had. No one made it far in life without hearing about a friend of a friend who had disappeared down someone’s throat, never to be seen again. Even as kids, campfires were accompanied by scary stories of hungry counselors who swallowed annoying campers. Teenagers frequently snuck questions about vore into Truth or Dare games, trying to subtly find out if their friends were one of the rare people who could swallow a whole person (or if any of their friends secretly longed to become a party snack). Practically everyone had some sort of story about it, whether it was an uncle doing time for eating a neighbor without consent, or an old college friend who worked at a secret “vorno” studio that made adult videos for those who wanted to either swallow or be swallowed on camera.

But Daniel, like most sensible adults, kept far away from such things. He certainly didn’t have the ability to swallow something that big, and even if he did, the idea of digesting another person was repellent to him. If he was being honest with himself, it also had some roots in his own self esteem issues – he wasn’t the top of the food chain socially or physically, so he wouldn’t deserve to be LITERALLY the top of the food chain. As far as being the prey, he might have had a massive inferiority complex, but he certainly didn’t have a death wish.

Mistress Andrea had made him watch as she devoured eager little sluts, and massage her gut, making him listen to their demise, telling him that someday, he wouldn’t just join them, but he’d do so willingly.

Never in his wildest dreams or darkest nightmares would he ever have agreed to be turned into a predator’s food.

But, then again, he never thought he’d be the submissive sissy cuck he was now, kneeling before his Mistress in nothing but a flowery yellow thong and an incredibly tight chastity cage.

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The day began like most in “Danielle’s” new life – doing whatever Mistress Andrea wished. Her house had been cleaned to within an inch of its life (along with her usual criticisms and humiliation of her maidslave), massaging her body after a shopping trip with another man, and, in general, a reminder of the fact that she owned him, and everything he did was for her.

Surprisingly, she’d had him kneel before his Mistress, and she pulled out the key to his chastity cage from the necklace dipping into her massive cleavage. It had been months since he’d been let out, the last time being when she fit him into his newest, smallest cage – an indestructible titanium custom piece, specially marketed as being inescapable, which came with a single, fragile key that could not be copied or remade.

“MAKE HIM KNOW HE ONLY HAS ONE ESCAPE… OBEDIENCE” was the tagline, marketed as both incredibly sturdy and highly risky, separating the amateur chastity dabbler from someone who was TRULY committed to their keyholder.

Not that Daniel was given a choice in the matter, she’d blindfolded and restrained him when she locked him in the new cage, then taunted him that she might lose the key, or “accidentally” bend it while being fucked by a “real man”.

Most of the time, he accepted his fate, knowing that it was not up to him if he was let out. She often pulled the key out from her breasts to torment him, but this was the first time he could recall her taking the chain from around her neck since he was locked in the new cage. A brief hope flared in his heart, and he felt himself strain against the titanium prison. Even a torture session, or a ruined orgasm, would be a welcome treat after months.

He should have known better.

An evil grin crossed her face, as she twirled the chain lazily around a finger.

“You know, Danielle, I’ve spent a lot of long hours and effort into training your worthless sissy ass, and yet you still stubbornly insist on thinking you know better than me. I am your Mistress, the only thing that gives you meaning, and you spit in my face by holding back, by not surrendering to me completely. Tonight, you’re going to face a choice – be a selfish, worthless loser, or submit to me, proving you have faith in your Mistress.”

And with that, she slowly opened her sensual lips, and placed the necklace on her tongue, the key swaying gently over her chest.

Her lips closed over the chain. Slowly, like slurping up a strand of spaghetti, the key was drawn upwards, finally disappearing into her mouth, and, with an audible *gulp*, a small bulge traveled down her neck and out of sight.

She chuckled, an evil, soulless sound that clearly showed how much she enjoyed the look of panic in his eyes.

“You’ve seen what my gut can do to a person… I don’t think that flimsy little key will last long in there.

So, here’s your choice:

You can accept that it’s gone forever, along with any chance of release for the rest of your pathetic little life.

Or.

You can surrender to Mistress Andrea’s throat, willingly, to retrieve it, and trust that she will let you out of her hungry body.”

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Daniel felt like the instant stretched out into eternity.

Would he risk an excruciating death to free himself from chastity?

Would he risk spending his entire life locked away, and that she would cast him aside for his choice?

Would he fail Mistress Andrea, selfishly letting his fear overwhelm his trust of the one person who gave his life meaning?

Would he be Daniel, the discarded submissive sealed in a cage and doomed to die alone and unloved, or Danielle, the obedient slave who trusted every fiber of his Mistress, even her merciless stomach?



Would he trust her?

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When he reached his shaking hands for her open mouth, she slapped them away.

“Don’t be such a dumb preyslut. Feet first. Feed yourself to me, like you know your Mistress prefers.”

Blushing with shame, he lowered himself to the floor, and extended his legs towards her hungry maw. As the toes passed her lips and brushed her tongue, he felt as much as heard her moans of hunger and desire.

He’d heard those moans before, as she devoured men and women alike. All had been willing, but not a single one ever came back up once those lips closed over their blissed out heads. He knew from experience that once a person entered her stomach, they were just a meal. Food. Meat.

But that knowledge did not matter.

It was buried under the training, the grooming, the programming he’d received.

“Do you trust me?”

Knowledge and experience no longer mattered.

Thought no longer mattered.

Only one thing mattered.

He trusted Her.

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It may have been mere seconds, or hours.

Time lost all meaning for Danielle, as he felt his body sink into Hers. Felt Her teeth scrape over tender, hairless flesh, sissy smooth for Her pleasure. Felt Her lips envelop his legs, his torso, his hands, his neck, and his face. Felt Her hot breath all around him, Her warm flesh suckling every part of him, pulling him deeper.

Then, with a lurch of effort, the agonizingly slow ingestion became a rough, wild tumble, as She swallowed, hard, sending him into Her hungry stomach.

Curled into a ball within his Mistress, he began to search for the key She swallowed, trusting that She would take care of him.

He felt his skin tingle, then burn, as Her stomach acids responded to the meat they were provided, with not so much as a single hair or article of clothing to slow them, save the flimsy panties and hard metallic cage.

His fingers closed around something different within the boiling pool, something smooth, something metallic.

The chain.

He lifted it up, and in the dim light, filtered through Her skin, he saw the key dangling off the end.

Dangling lower.

Stretching.

Elongating.

Deforming.

Before his eyes, the flimsy little key melted and dripped back into the pool of gastric juices, forever ruining any chance of release.


It was his fault.


He had hesitated.

Had he trusted Her more, he would have been able to retrieve the key before it was too late.

Had he trusted Her sooner, She never would have needed to take this step.

He had failed Her, but now, he trusted Her.

He let the chain fall from his fingers, muscles struggling to stay together under the onslaught of Her stomach.

He refused to scream, or ask Her when She would let him out.

He felt Her rocking back and forth, unable to make sense of what She might be doing with him inside Her.

Maybe She was sticking Her Fingers down Her throat, getting Her body ready to expel him.

Perhaps She was walking to the bathroom, so She could throw him up in the tub and not make a mess.

He refused to think, or wonder what was taking Her so long.

He trusted Her.

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Andrea moaned as she rocked back and forth on all fours, her bloated gut dragging on the floor as the huge cock of her fuckbuddy stretched her pussy to its limit. She practically purred as she felt him pull her hair and slammed deeper into her womanhood, reveling in the moment of submission while her body completely dominated the pile of meat that had once been her slave.

With each thrust, she felt herself get wetter, and her meal get slushier. She laughed evilly, knowing that for the first time, she’d devoured someone who had no agenda of his own. She was tired of stupid little prey sluts that got off on being swallowed, she wasn’t there to give her meal a good time, it existed just for her and her needs.

With one final deep thrust, she felt a massive load of hot cum splash into her needy pussy. As he pulled her hair further back, she felt a sudden pressure, and then...

"BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!!!!"

As the immensely satisfying belch and pulsing cock within her combined to trigger her own quivering orgasm, she heard a metallic "clunk" against the far wall.

As she came down from her climax, she opened her eyes, and grinned at the sight.

A slimy, titanium cock cage, glistening with her digestive juices, and trailing the tattered remains of a familiar, half-digested pair of yellow panties.

She laughed as she considered the tagline - it was true. The only escape was obedience. And his obedience all the more delicious (she chuckled at the pun) because he didn't want to be food, but did it solely at her instruction.

It took far longer to mold this one into a mindless meal, but she’d worn down what passed for its mind, and left it with only one thought, the only thought it needed to have as it melted down and fueled her body.

“Do you trust me?"