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NEW STORY! And my first commission!

F/m, soft vore, mother vore, digestion, unaware

Most Important Meal
By Supernova

A commissioned work

Crisp morning air held heavy over the train station as Gary hoisted his backpack over his shoulders with a grunt. His brow furrowed as an autumn breeze swept over him, feeling extra chilly over his sweaty forehead framed by light brown hair. Marching through the morning darkness as he crossed the street and began his trek down the sidewalk, he grit his teeth as the hefty straps dug into his shoulders, knowing this would all be worth it to surprise his mother.

His arms aching as he dug into his pocket to find his phone, he leaned forward to better distribute some of the weight. Quickly clicking through the apps, he found the maps function and quickly calculated the distance to his house. Ugh. Two miles. Noting the battery was at only five percent, he repressed his pang of regret over not charging it and stuffed it in his pocket again, desperate to conserve the battery.

Biting his lip and now waddling with a slouch, Gary thought “Lift with your legs” as he continued his journey from the train station to the place he called home just a few short months ago. As he planned his first trip back home since leaving for college, he figured the long walk home with his textbooks in tow would make for good exercise, as he was rapidly approaching the true “Freshman fifteen” without even making it halfway through the year.

“That’s it. The burning is good.” Gary whispered to himself as he tried to avoid thinking about the pain in his legs, looking at the uphill incline of the sidewalk. He usually appreciated living at the top of a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac, but for now he wished he lived anywhere else. He couldn’t believe how hot he felt, despite it being early November. “Feel the burn. The burning is great. The burning is amazing.” He breathily exclaimed as he imagined himself losing weight over the trip. Slumping, he then remembered the home-cooked meals he’d inevitably eat at home and rolled his eyes, thinking he’d look like an asshole if he refused any of it.

His muscles now felt like they were on fire. Gary swung his backpack over his shoulder and his heart jumped as he lost his balance. A bright flash of pain burst over his left kneecap a split-second before his chest struck the solid sidewalk. “Fuck!” he shouted as he realized he slipped on a wet leaf. Shivering as he placed his palms on the ground, trying to heave himself upwards, he darted his eyes to the left, noticing something oddly-colored on the yard right next to him. Crawling on all fours, experiencing the electric pain on his left knee pulse each time it hit the ground, he reached for it and gasped. It’s a ring.

Sitting on the sidewalk, not caring that the morning dew was soaking into his jeans, he twirled it between his fingers, admiring his find. Silver, or maybe platinum? It looked valuable, especially with the three heart-shaped pink gemstones arranged in a strange pattern on the top. Still observing it, he groaned as he planted his feet on the ground and stood up, every muscle in his body aching. Placing one foot in front of the other, Gary walked with renewed conviction, knowing he had a nice gift for mom. Clenching it in his fist, he let out a long sigh as he caught sight of the house at the crest of the hill. The lights still off, he knew that mom would be beyond happy to see him once she walked downstairs. With the ring on his finger, he reached into his pocket, groping for his phone only to find a black screen. Sighing, he slipped it back and pinched his house key between his two fingers and lifted it as he lightly stepped up his front stoop, staying as quiet as possible in spite of his heavy breathing.

After gently inserting the key into the hole, Gary leaned forward and entered. The rooms, filled with the dim light of the early sunrise, were familiar enough to easily navigate. Tip-toeing through the living room, he entered the kitchen, still heaving the backpack, not wanting to drop it and wake his mother up with a shocking crash. Scanning the room, a sense of nostalgia washed over him, despite having only lived in his out-of-state dorm since August. Wanting his return to be extra sweet, he reached up into the cabinet and retrieved a bowl, one of the nice ones with a complex floral pattern on the inside.

Placing it on the table gingerly, Gary felt the backpack’s straps grind into his shoulders, causing him to squeeze the ring he found in his palm, oddly feeling one of the gemstones press down slightly. His heart dropped. “Oh no, did I break i-”

His chest felt as though it burst with an agonizing shock. Dizziness overcame him as a bright pink flash, brighter than the sun, overwhelmed his vision; blinding him. He fell to his knees, almost feeling his already-hurt kneecap crunch against the hard floor. Tossing his backpack off, he blinked over and over, trying to normalize his sight, ignoring the throbbing pain from below.

The blurriness wearing away, he shook his head. Feeling a cold, hard surface under him, Gary felt as though he was transported somewhere else. Panic immediately set in. A flood of thoughts entered his mind. Was he knocked out and dragged somewhere? Did a ceiling beam crash into his head? Dragging his fingers on the frigid surface below, he noticed the familiar texture and pattern. The very cereal bowl he took from the cabinet magnified one thousandfold. Shaking his head, dizziness overtook him again. This couldn’t be possible. Craning his neck upwards, he bit his lip and widened his eyes as he saw the cusp of the bowl tower around him, surrounded on all sides by a steep, almost sheer floral-patterned wall. “Oh, God.”

Gary’s head was spinning. “This can’t be possible. This can’t be possible.” His jaw quivered. The ceiling above looked so distant it became blurry. As the reality sunk into him, he realized he must be the size of an ant, maybe even smaller. “It must have been that ring! That fucking ring!” Rising to his feet, he attempted to suck down his fear as he approached the wall of the bowl that surrounded him.

Looking upwards, his eyebrows contorted into a look of almost hopelessness as the wall seemed climbable, but only barely. “If only I could get that ring back” he thought, “I could probably get myself back to normal.”

Placing one hand above the other and attempting to grip the slightly bumpy floral texture that lined the inside of the bowl, Gary began his slow crawl upwards. Sweating profusely at this point and adrenaline fueling his second wind, he saw the cusp of the bowl above. Not even caring about how he got down, he felt as though he was mountain climbing.

He slid down an inch or two and froze as an immense, rhythmic thumping started, growing closer to him with each boom. An immense shadow passed over the rim of the bowl. It’s mom! “Hey! Hey mom! I’m down here!” Gary screamed as he continued his ascent. A loud yawn filled his eardrums, eerily massive, giving the same impression as whale song.

Gary’s fingers, fiery with pain, grasped over the top of the bowl. Almost unable to hoist himself any further, he bit his lip and managed to get both elbows over the rim.

Breathing heavily, he finally saw his mother for the first time in months. He could see she was wearing a long, oversized, grey tee shirt that slightly hugged her pudgy abdomen, ending right at the top of her thighs. Facing away from him, he looked up to see her brown hair, the same light shade as his, slightly shift as her head looked downward. “What’s this?” Her booming voice asked, as she leaned forward. “A ring?”

Gary winced and quivered as he saw the tee shirt hike up as she leaned forward, exposing her bare ass, her cheeks slightly spread to fully display her asshole and vagina to her tiny, shaking son. His arms gave out as he wanted to heave. His slow slide down the inside rim of the bowl turned into a violent tumble, with each slam causing a flash before his eyes. Landing at the bottom yet again, he shouted as loudly as he could as he saw the shadow of his mother’s form pass back and forth.

His blood ran cold as he heard the next sound. A familiar rattling of a cereal box. It was only a few short seconds before he heard a resonating crinkling and his mother’s face loom over the bowl itself. He could see her familiar features: Her long nose, her slight crow’s feet next to her eyes, her puffy cheeks, looking tired, but still good for forty eight. “Mom! I’m down here! It’s me Gar-” His voice was muffled by an avalanche of corn flakes pouring down from above, burying him under a mountain of cereal.

Lighter than he expected, he used the flakes as stepping stones to ascend, making it only a few strides before a torrent of ice cold milk shocked every nerve over his skin. He could feel his body hair jump. Swimming upwards through the cereal, he breathed in a gasp of air and spit out a mouthful of sweet white liquid. He lunged forward and grasped one of the hard flakes, not soggy quite yet.

His fear feeling as though it were both physical and coursing through his veins, Gary breathed deeply; uncontrollably. He remained frozen with a blank expression as he stared at his mother’s uncaring face, completely without knowing he was swimming in her cereal bowl. The ceiling scrolled past her head as the liquid below him shifted as his mother lifted and carried the cereal bowl into the other room.

Plopping her round ass into the couch below, Gary slipped on one of the cereal pieces he was using as a life preserver. Submerged in milk, he flailed his arms as it filled his ears. An incredible rumble thundered from all around as he swam for the surface. The vibration led to an extra layer of frigid coldness from within to match the freezing milk over his skin. He knew it was the rumbling of his own mother’s stomach. The thick aroma of sickeningly sweet milk and the heavy scent of the cereal almost overwhelmed his senses as he stared up, past his mother’s big, round breasts and to her thin, pink lips.

“AIIUGH!” Gary screamed as he spat out another mouthful of milk, now panicked into a frenzy, knowing the bowl itself was perched on his mother’s gut as she stretched her legs on to the coffee table as she always did. His eyes blurred as the fluid washed into them, but he knew he saw an incredibly long, silver rod descend upon him. “ACK!” He coughed as the spoon dug into the flakes, resulting in a wave that pushed him under the surface yet again.

A sense of relief washed over him as he knew he wasn’t being carried away with the first spoonful. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he felt nauseous as he looked upwards to see the round edge of the utensil enter his mother’s mouth, causing a line of milk to drip down the corner of her mouth. Gary waved his arms as he saw her eyes transfixed on the television, her teeth crushing the mouthful before a loud gluck-sound accompanied a lump in her throat, sending the corn flakes down into her stomach. He screamed, realizing that could have been him, the slick, wet chewing sounds still echoing in his eardrums.

After wiping away the dripping from her mouth, Gary’s mother lowered the spoon into the bowl, lifting up another hill of wet cereal. Gary was paralyzed with terror as he watched his own mother’s jaw jump up and down before sending spoonful after spoonful of corn flakes into her waiting body.

Gary bit his lip so hard that his teeth broke the skin as he saw the spoon descend directly towards his position. He dived forward, and screeched “Mom! No!” in a terrified, high-pitched timbre as the cold smoothness of the spoon slid below his feet. The world felt as though it was spinning as he stared upwards into his mother’s brown eyes, looking away aimlessly, not even at the mound of food she was about to shovel into her face.

The sensation of ascent gripped Gary so tightly he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Despite this, he painfully squeezed out shouts of “Mom! Look down! Please! I’m down here! Please!”

His desperate cries were drowned out by the milk dripping from the sides of the spoon as it slowly ascended towards his mother’s face. Looking forward, he couldn’t accept his reality as he watched his mother’s lips part, exposing a dark, wet cave filled with chewed cereal and cords of saliva mixed with milk dripping from her palate above. Gary splashed his arms into the milk so hard he felt pain from each strike. Splashing as hard as he could, he tried swimming backwards, screaming “MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY NO! MOMMY!” He had never known he could experience such terror, nor that such a terror could even exist as he felt his mother’s body heat wafting over his tiny form.

Time appeared to move in slow motion as he watched his mother’s mouth open as wide as it could. His voice felt scratchy and scarred as he began to smell her thick, humid morning breath. His mind now capturing everything in an uncanny clarity, he continued to splash in a desperate attempt to swim backwards as he caught sight of a cluster of white spit bubbles hanging from her uvula.

He ran his fingers through his hair and gripped as hard as he could as her upper lip loomed over him followed by her slightly yellowed front teeth, then her dark palate. “MOMMY NO!” He screeched as the roof of her mouth lowered upon him. He put his hands up in the air as the warm, slick surface pressed upon him from above, pushing him into the wad of soggy cereal.

His shoes squeaked as the spoon slid out from under him, leading him to drop abruptly on to the unstable, undulating tongue below. He inhaled as hard as he could, the heavy odor was horrific, smelling like a mixture between cereal and poison. His mother’s saliva oozed between his fingers, causing Gary to retch in horror just as the mass of cereal jumped and squelched between the immense, chewing teeth. “YAHHH!” He shouted, just avoiding being crushed.

Now partially embedded in a ball of chewed cereal mixed with his own mother’s saliva, Gary kicked and pressed in every direction, feeling the agony of his tired muscles overexerting themselves and the stinging pain of his bashed knee. He couldn’t do anything but scream as the ball jumped and was squeezed between his mother’s molars.

“NO! N-N-NO!” He shouted as the mass lurched forward. His tiny face dragged over his mother’s bumpy, slick tongue as the ball of chewed cereal made its way to the back of the dark, slimy throat. Spitting out a wad of liquid that was too thick to just be milk, Gary began weeping. He winced and cried, experiencing the sharp pain of dread overtake him.

Whimpering, he could hear the wet, tight, bubbly sound of his mother’s throat contracting to begin her swallow. Frozen in fear, he could feel the chewed mass around him, now warm with body heat, ooze over every inch of him. The fluids surrounding him soaked into his clothes, his hair, and pressed up his nose. His mother’s tightness embraced him as a loud GLUCK sound marked his journey downward into the wet darkness below.

Squeezed on all angles, all Gary could do was cry, knowing his life was reduced to being food for his own mother. The esophagus slid against his tiny, crying face, emanating body heat over a calm, slow, rhythmic heartbeat. Grumbling and squeezing sounds echoed from below as the bolus of food continued descending, Gary’s body with it.

As it reached the entrance of his mother’s stomach, Gary could feel the chewed cereal pour around him into the smooth hole below. Feeling the tight grip, Gary felt his legs dangle in midair as the soft grip of his mother’s sphincter held him lightly, despite the rest of the food landing below.

Now stuck at the bottom of his mother’s esophagus, he flailed his arms and attempted to climb upwards, but the fiery pain in his arms and the slick, mucus-covered walls proved impossible. Another loud groan vibrated his body from below. A true sensation of doom came over him. For the first time in his life, Gary had to contemplate death in a real sense.

A squelching sound thundered from above. He knew that there was another bolus of chewed cereal descending upon him. In just a few seconds, Gary understood that a warm ball of food would ooze him into an acidic pit from which he would never return.

He felt the heavy mass land over his body with an unexpected force, blasting the glob into his eyes, down his throat, and up his nose before he fell into an ocean of his own mother’s vomit.

An oceanic torrent of slime immediately covered Gary’s entire body. He forced his arms into a swimming motion to find the surface of the thick, bubbly mixture, but he couldn’t tell which way was up in the pitch darkness. Heat blasted him from every angle as the chunky sludge washed over him. By chance, his head emerged through the surface and he spit out a sour mouthful of his mother’s puke before inhaling the most putrid, humid air his brain could comprehend.

Able to do nothing but flail, he felt the acidic slime cling to his skin. He tried wiping it from his hair or his face, but another wave of chyme would just envelop him, like trying to dry yourself off while swimming. His whole body was electric with horror, his skin now beginning to tingle from the acid.

A rumbling splash blasted inches from him as another chewed ball of cereal fell from above. “Mommy… mommy… let me go… mom.” He was delirious with fear. Gary treaded slime and found the wrinkly wall, caressing it almost lovingly. “I love you mommy. Please... let me go.” His eyes began to burn.

Grasping one of the wrinkles, he could feel the wall undulating back and forth as the stomach churned the bubbly, foaming mixture of chewed cereal, milk, mucus, and stomach acids. Gary’s horror forced him to feel nausea. A dizziness-induced headache pounded at his skull from inside as the food rained down, followed by a loud, long splash. His mother must have finished the rest of the milk.

He knew there was absolutely no way she knew he could possibly be in here. He continued to cry, stuck on the thought that he ended up as nothing but an addition to his own mother’s breakfast. His arms didn’t even give any warning when they finally gave out. They just stopped working. His fingers and arms just lost grip abruptly as he slid right into the stinging, swirling mixture.

Breathing in a lungful of acidic foam, Gary couldn’t scream. He could only cough painfully and harshly as he felt the most sensitive parts of his body begin to burn. His crotch, his toes, his thighs, and especially his eyes. He couldn’t see in the darkness, but he still wondered if the acid etching at him had made him blind anyway. The grumbling from all around remained relentless as the current of vomit carried him through the bubbles of his mother’s mucus. He couldn’t swim with his arms too tired to move.

Every inch of him now burned with a fiery fury. His skin felt as though it was completely dissolved with no relief of numbness. Gary’s mind could only focus on the electric pain both from within and without. He couldn’t sense where his limbs were, he could only sense scorching agony, as if he were formless.

The mixture was thick, but he could feel himself begin to sink. He could see bright lights flash before him as he felt his insides begin to fill with his own mother’s slime. He tried to cough, but his lungs were filling with puke. Mom’s puke.

After only a few seconds of submersion, Gary’s mind drifted into complete unconsciousness, his body now one with its surroundings.

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Christine walked over to the sink with her dish, feeling her flabby breasts and belly bounce with each step. Sighing, thinking she should lose some weight, she rinsed out the remaining flecks before putting it into the dishwasher. Her stomach groaned, but she didn’t notice it as she admired her new ring, even though she had no idea where it came from.

Grabbing a cup of coffee and looking out the window, she enjoyed the angle at which the sun shined in on mornings like this. In a good mood, she thought of her son. “I wonder how he’s doing” she thought as she picked up her phone and found his name in her contacts. Pressing the touch screen and putting it up to her ear, she put an eyebrow up. Strange. Straight to voicemail.

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A new story! F/m this time, surprisingly! A commissioned work, I had a lot of fun writing this one. Contains insertion and vore! Enjoy!

F/m, Shrinking, Soft Vore, Digestion, Anal Insertion, Vaginal Insertion

Vicious Cycle
By Supernova

A commissioned work


There it was again. The familiar tightness in my chest that never failed to spring up whenever Craig even thought about her.

“I’m telling you, Jerry.” He spat, a certain rage soaking every word. “She’s definitely up to something.” After knowing him since childhood, I could almost predict every word he was going to say. I’ve heard his spiel before, Craig always having the same negative things to say about his wife Bethany. After thirteen full years of them being married and five years together before that, I couldn’t think of a single period of time he was truly happy with her or the relationship.

“What is it this time, dude?” I replied, knowing full well he was just going to maintain a narrative made of vague despondency. I thought that, perhaps, it was to protect his own ego to not truly delve deeper into Bethany’s life and instead dwell on the familiar discomfort of her being “shady” or “standoffish.” I’ve heard it a million times.

Craig furrowed his heavy brows. “She’s being shady and… a bit standoffish.”

I tried to hide my smirk, shrouding my secret pride in being able to know someone so well that I knew what they were going to say before they, themselves, said it.

“Isn’t she always up to something, though? Hasn’t she always been up to something?” I asked, more to humor him than anything else. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to move on before finalizing the divorce, I understood that the best way to help my friend deal with this situation was to just talk him through it. Empathetically.

He looked out the back window of my kitchen, staring at the elaborate bird feeder my wife set up last week. Craig sighed. “Yeah, yeah. But this time it’s different.”

“Want some coffee, boys?” My heart always lit up when I heard Jeanette walk through the door. “Liking the feeder, Craig? I got it on discount! So many cardinals!” As I watched her close the front door with her perfectly shaped ass while carrying a tray of expensive-looking Starbucks drinks, a sensation of awkwardness came over me, not wanting to rub my sweet, loving marriage in my best friend’s face. Gazing upon Jeanette’s curly black hair, her tanned, almost glowing skin, I could get lost just staring at her. I found her just as beautiful as the day I met her ten years ago.

Craig smiled. “Coffee sounds great.” He sighed again. “Bethany never got me coffee. Never. Not once.”

Jeanette just smiled as she placed the tray on the kitchen counter next to Craig. Her sweet, light voice was almost musical to me. “Oh, you. Still dwelling on Miss Crazy Lady?” I laughed softly in response.

“You might think it’s funny now, but yeah, her condition does make her pretty irrational sometimes.” Craig said, a serious tone to his voice. “That’s… that’s not her fault.”

I could tell he was getting into the same train of thought that forced him to be stuck in the vicious cycle he found himself in. After this many years, I knew the pattern. She’d upset him, he’d be hazy about the specifics, then he’d start making excuses for her. On and on and on... for years. My heart ached for him, knowing that he worked his ass off as an executive vice president at a local firm that specializes in electrical engineering. Operating systems or something. I honestly had no idea what he did other than the fact that it made him a lot of money. Much more than Bethany deserved.

I pursed my lips. “Yeah, she was diagnosed with BPD, that’s true.” Trying to measure my response as to not upset him. I tried to maintain an even, polite tone in my voice without sounding too concerned. “But that’s no excuse to treat you the way she has. Dude, she was diagnosed Bipolar years ago, her little stunt at the train station made sure of that, but she’s never made any serious attempts to seek out treatment and has only used the diagnosis as a justification for how shittily she treats you!” I couldn’t help it, the passion overrode anything I was trying to hold back.

“Ya know, he’s got a point!” Jeanette walked over to me, coffee in hand, and put her arms around me. “A wifey’s supposed to be good to her man, not make him nervous all the time.” I felt her plump lips kiss my cheek and I felt myself blush from both embarrassment and a tinge of lust. She continued her point, saying “And if not for yourself, think of Cate and Mikey! They are off at Summer camp right now, right? It’s the perfect time to get off your butt, kiddo, and do what’s gotta be done!”

Craig’s shoulders slumped. I knew that he knew we were right. The only person I felt more “In sync” with was my own wife.

“I know you guys are right.” I couldn’t hide my smirk this time as Craig rubbed his large, square jaw worriedly. I found it hilarious that I knew what he was going to say. He continued. “I… I actually retained a lawyer recently, I just never went through with the paperwork.”

I shuddered, wondering how much that lawyer must cost, having been unused for months. “He’s just… waiting for a call.”

Almost spitting out my coffee, I leaned forward and almost shouted at him. “Then what are you waiting for?”

“Jerry! Chill!” Jeanette rubbed my shoulders.

“Didn’t we just go over how she’s a crazy bitch?” Craig responded. “And there’s a few things about the terms that she…” He hesitated, it was strange seeing someone so imposing and masculine act so withdrawn. “She might not like.”

“Oh, fuck that!” Jeanette interjected. “Who gives a shit! You’re the one who’s being totally throttled here! How many years have you wasted on this, I’m sorry to say, this cunt?” She seemed to be getting angry at Craig’s passivity. “I’m your friend, too, ya know! I wanna see you thrive just as much as Jerry does and yet you’re holding off on that because this crazy bitch might, surprisingly, act like a crazy bitch? Hello! Earth to Craig! Do I need to remind you that she cheated on you?”

“That was years ago!” Craig shot back.

Jeanette let go of my shoulders and crossed her arms, her soft skin lightly jiggling as she stood firmly. “Oh yeah, you caught her years ago, but who the fuck knows what she’s been doing since then!”

I sipped my coffee before exclaiming “Hey-o! Point for Jeanette!” right before giving her a high five. Smirking, my wife and I both glared at Craig in the same exact way. “Two against one! Call up your lawyer and make the separation official!”

Craig reached into the front pocket of his oddly stylish jeans and fished out his forest green iPhone 11 Pro Max. He slid his finger over the almost comically large iPhone and his face contorted into a pathetic, worried expression.

“Just do it, Craig.” I was exasperated at this point.

I saw his finger shake as he hovered over the lawyer’s number. Seeing him bite his lower lip, I saw his entire body sag. He wasn’t going to do it.

“Can I just… think this over for a day or so?” Craig responded.

Jeanette put her palm over her face. “How many days have you thought this over? How many years?”

“I just need one more day. I swear.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, just one more day.”

“Jerry!” Jeanette exclaimed. “Don’t you do this procrastinating horseshit, too! Fuck!”

I felt my chest sink in shame before I turned my head to Craig. I firmly stated “Craig’s no liar, are you, Craig?”

He looked down at the floor. “No, I’m not,” he said in an almost-whisper.

I continued. “So you swear you’re going to go through with it tomorrow, right? No more fucking around?”

“Sure.” He said, his tone and posture now completely meek.

“See, babe?” I responded. “Craig’s gonna finalize the big decision tomorrow.”

Jeanette’s facial expression was twisted into one of unquestionable skepticism. I couldn’t say I disagreed with her assessment. He’d definitely need some kind of push to go through with it. I hoped he’d find one by tomorrow otherwise he’d be spending the rest of his life with her and we’d be spending the rest of our lives hearing about it.


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After another hour or so of idle chatter, Craig left in his new-model Mercedes-Benz convertible.

“Well that was a tense conversation!” Jeanette turned to me as I admired her slightly plump figure. “I can’t imagine he’s gonna go through with it. No way.”

I scratched my head. “Yeah, he’s definitely gonna chicken out.”

“I’m so glad I have a manly man with me, here.” Jeanette walked close to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I could feel her warmth radiate through her skin as I flushed up, feeling myself grow aroused. Her big, brown eyes looking up into mine, she whispered “I can’t fucking stand that pussy shit” as she reached down and grabbed my left ass cheek. “You know, seeing you stick up for your friend like that…” She smiled. “It reminds me of how much of a sweetie you can b--” I didn’t let her finish her sentence, I already knew what she wanted as I locked my lips with hers.

As we clumsily stumbled into the bedroom without separating our passionate kiss, she fell on the comforter and I landed right on top of her. She knew how to rip my shirt right off from that position, as she did several times per week. It worked out because I knew how to rip off her leggings just as well.

Rolling around in the throes of lust, I ran my fingers through her curly hair, the sweet smell of her conditioner hanging heavy in the air. After almost frantically tearing her panties away, I held my rock-hard member in my left hand and gently swirled my head around the wetness between her legs. Breathing heavily, I thrusted forward and moaned, feeling Jeanette’s tightness wrap around me. Hearing her gasp in pleasure as I spread her pussy wide open caused me to experience a sense of almost uncanny, unstoppable dominance. Feeling her submissive body almost melt below my strong grasp, I couldn’t help but slam my hips into hers as hard as I could. The sound of her moans sent both of us into a trance of passionate, loving ecstasy.

I couldn’t imagine being sexual with anyone else. I continued to slide into her as I pinned her down on the bed, the back of my mind transfixed upon the idea of how lucky I was to have her. This beautiful, thick woman who had never screamed at me, never embarrassed me, and never gave me any problem that I didn’t know I deserved. We both made sure we were the best people we could be, supporting each other whenever we could.

After feeling her nearly scream in arousal three times, I knew I could finally finish. As I made a few particularly intense thrusts, she couldn’t help but orgasm at the same time I did. That didn’t happen every time, but it filled me with a sense of accomplishment when it did. Both of us slumping on the damp comforter, we laid next to each other, breathing heavily. Looking into her eyes, I couldn’t help but smile widely. “I really, truly, deeply love you.”

“Deeply is right!” Jeanette responded, smiling widely, before we pecked each other on the lips.

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My annoying ringtone woke me up at 8 AM. I sighed as I saw it was Craig calling me, 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off.

“Jerry! You won’t believe what I found. Holy shit. I am going to lose it.” His voice sounded frantic.

I could sense Jeanette’s annoyance as she rolled over in the bed next to me, pretending to still be asleep.

Whispering as softly as I could as I stepped off the mattress, I asked “What? Couldn’t this wait? It’s kind of early.”

Now in the kitchen, I leaned forward on the counter, looking out at the bird feeder.

Craig’s grainy, worried voice shook. “Look, man! I’m at the summer home and, ugh, it’s some weird shit. Can you come over right away?”

I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock on the stove. 8:02. I couldn’t help but sound groggy. “Sure. I’ll be right over.” I hung up on him before I had the chance to sound irritated.

After walking back into the bedroom, Jeanette couldn’t fake-sleep any longer. “Babe? What’s going on?” She rubbed her eye in the shadows, strips of sunlight peeking through the blinds, her curvaceous figure still apparent under the comforter.

“I gotta go to Craig’s place. Being a supportive friend and all that.” I responded, trying not to sound annoyed.

I could tell she was smiling even in the half-darkness. “Oh, babe. You’re so sweet. I’ll talk to you later, then. Love you.” She slumped back on her pillow and closed her eyes, rolling away.

After choosing an acceptable outfit, I slipped on some loose-fitting boat shoes and walked over to the car. The 25-minute-long drive to Craig’s summer home was uneventful, I managed to see some decent views of the gulf shore. Like with the lawyer on retainer, I couldn’t imagine how much a summer home here must have cost.

Rolling up on his sandy driveway, I tiredly shuffled over to his white beach house, the front door decorated with sea shells. I pressed on the doorbell, but it didn’t work. I knocked on the door once, and it opened without giving me the chance for a second knock. He must have been waiting for me right there.

“Jerry! What took you so long?”

“I--”

“It doesn’t matter.” Craig said, his heart obviously racing. “Come over here, take a look at this shit!”

I followed him into the bedroom. A large, white, well-made bed was in the exact center of the room with an open suitcase in the center of that. It almost looked like a surrealist painting with how “perfect” the scene was.

Craig stood behind me as I dragged my feet into the room.

“Just… look at what’s in the suitcase.”

I leaned over the mattress, and dragged the back-end of the case towards me. I grunted, as I had to reach fairly far in order to grasp it. “Must be a California King-sized bed” I thought as I swung the opened suitcase towards me.

Squinting my eyes, it was tough for me to parse what I was looking at. It just looked like a tangled mess of black straps and… oh. That’s a dildo. And some handcuffs. And a whip.

“Looks like weird sex stuff, dude.” I said.

“Right under my nose!” He was almost panting. I could see his chest rise up and down. “I can’t believe she could do this to me! We’re still married!” His hands were now quaking relentlessly as he grabbed his hair. “Oh, God! That crazy fucking bitch! Probably right in this bed, too! Fuck!”

I slowly backed away from the mattress. Though I couldn’t deny that the thought of Bethany wearing this kinky stuff was kind of hot, the very idea of going near her in a sexual way was repulsive. I thought of Jeanette wearing it to clear my mind of the shameful thought.

“Well, I mean, yeah.” I said, still very tired, trying not to let the awkwardness of the situation mar my conversational skills.

“Yeah? That’s all you have to say, Jerry? Yeah?” Craig seemed as though he was borderline psychotic.

“Didn’t you say that you thought she was up to something?” I yawned.

“I did, but--”

“And, uh, don’t you have a phone call to make, or something?” I used the tip of my pinky finger to close the suitcase, trying to touch it as little as possible. It shut with a soft click.

Craig looked at me, wide-eyed. “Phone call?”

I raised my eyebrows. “You said to both me and my wife that you’d call your lawyer today. To get this divorce shit in motion.”

“Oh, right. That.” He sat on the side of the bed and put his face in his palms. “What am I even doing, Jerry? It’s like I have this little voice in my head telling me that divorcing her is wrong, somehow. Like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Yeah, I feel you, man. Let’s go into the living room and talk about this because, no offense, I’m not touching that bed.”

Craig looked down and smirked as he stood up slowly. “Oh, yeah. I don’t blame you. I guess since it’s my wife, I--”

“Ex-wife, Craig. Say it. Your ex-wife. Come on. Let’s make it happen.”

“My ex-wife.” He said softly. “My ex-wife!” He said, a little louder.

“Yeah! Like that!”

We both sat down on opposite ends of a long L-shaped couch in the summer home’s living room. As I scanned the room, I noticed how elegant it was in a minimalistic sort of way. I sighed. “Look. You have all this going for you!” I raised my hand, as if I were showing off the room. “You have two homes! Five cars! You’re doing fine in the looks department, especially for someone our age. If it were me in your position, I’d be totally fucked, dude!”

Craig just sat forward, appearing dour and depressed.

“None of this should be remotely surprising to you. None of it.”

He just stared at me.

I responded “Okay! Well! What have you gotten done about the divorce so far?”

Craig’s face was so slack it almost looked like a mask. “I… uh. Nothing, really.”

I felt a pang of annoyance grip my chest. “Really? You haven’t done a single thing about this divorce other than getting a lawyer, who you have barely used yet.”

My friend hung his head low. “I took some of his advice, at least.”

I beckoned with my hand, trying to eke out more information from him. “Which was?”

“I actually went to almost every divorce lawyer in the state for a quick, uh, consultation. Free of charge for most of them, actually.”

“And what does that do, Craig?”

“It’s actually pretty fucked up. I feel pretty bad about it.”

I groaned and leaned my head back. “Oh my God, Craig! This is so fucking infuriating! You found a god damn suitcase full of weird, kinky leather straps and dildos and God knows what else… and you feel bad about consulting with lawyers?”

“Well, the thing is, I did a consultation with those lawyers because, ethically, now those lawyers technically can’t take her case. It makes it hard for her to find her own lawyer for when stuff inevitably gets messy.”

I smirk a little and lean back. “Okay! Okay! That’s a good start! What else did you do?”

He put his palms into his face again. “I haven’t done anything else. Ugh!”

My heart begins to beat faster, feeling my anger begin to build up. “What? You’ve been living apart from her for this long and you haven’t done anything else? What about the paperwork? What about the money? The insurance policies? The kids?”

Craig leaned back and grunted loudly. “Ugh! What am I gonna do?”

I stand up and shout “You act like a man! Do you want her to have custody? Do you want her to take half your shit? It could be more than half!”

He looked at me with his sunken, sad eyes, appearing as if he was unsure of his responde. In all my years of knowing Craig, he had never quite looked this pathetic. He’d always been a strong leader, he was even the captain of the boy’s wrestling team back in high school, but now he looked as though he wanted to cry.

I softened my tone. “Look, Craig. What’s the real issue, here? Why don’t you want to go through with this?”

“I think I still love her, Jerry.”

I bit my tongue thinking about Jeanette. How she’d come home with gifts for me regularly, how I’d surprise her with flowers at work, making the other women jealous. How, in all our years of marriage, we never really fought. How my heart just lights up when I think of her. How, even in my most dire of circumstances, she’d always maintain herself as a guiding light for me, and I to her. That’s love. Whatever Jerry was feeling wasn’t love. It was something different. Darker. Much more fucked up. I couldn’t take it.

“Craig! After all the times she’s lied to you, screamed at you in public, trashed your property, and played mind games? You still love her?”

“I… I guess?” Craig looked pale.

“Take out your phone and call the fucking lawyer now! Every second you wait is more money out of your pocket! You don’t ‘Guess’ if you love someone! You either do or you don’t!”

His jaw seemed almost slack. “I wish it was me she was dressing up for. I can’t help but think about how often she must have been using that stuff. And with who? Who does she know that would play kinky games with her? We never did any of that stuff!”

I start screaming. “You fucking dumbass! That doesn’t matter! Find someone else who will do it with you! I’ve had it with this whiny-ass bullshit.”

“She said she was in real-estate. Like selling houses and stuff… but I never saw any of that paperwork. She’d go out, like, every day! Do you think she was some kind of prostitute? Like a dominatrix or something? Whipping guys for money? In this house? Oh, God, Jerry!”

I stand up. “First of all, I don’t want to hear or even know about this weird shit. Second, why the fuck do you care at this point? Why are you giving her so much power over you?” I take my phone out of my pocket and throw it at him, it hits his skull with a soft thud. “Use my fucking phone! Just please! God damn it! Call the fucking lawyer!”

“No! You don’t understand! I can’t!”

I dive towards him in a burst of rage, tackling him on the couch. He starts weeping as I open-palm slap him in the face. This kind of brawl brings back memories of high school when he and I would wrestle in the gym. I manage to reach into his pocket and whip out his phone. As he tried to get me off of him, I quickly shoved the phone in his face to unlock it with the “Face ID” feature before he managed to shove me to the floor.

“What the fuck, Jerry? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He shouted, tears falling from his eyes. I ignore him as I deftly thumb through his contacts, knowing he’d save his lawyer’s contact as simply “Lawyer,” I press the green contact and the phone starts ringing.

“It’s calling, Craig. Are you gonna do what you have to do?”

My face was blushed and my shirt was disheveled from the scuffle, as was his. I reached out my hand as the light ringing sound came from the phone’s speaker. I shout “Take it, Craig!”

“Hello. Schmidt’s Law Office.” A grainy voice emanated from the small rectangle.

“Take it, Craig.” I whisper. “Take it.”

Now with a look of seething rage on his face, Craig snatched the phone from my hand and put it to his ear. “Hey David, it’s me, Craig, from the other day. This is about the divorce case.” He seemed as though he was about to explode. I didn’t know if it would be in tears or in fury, but this was a big step for him.

A wave of relief washed over me. I finally got him to do it.

I stared at Craig as he went over the minutiae of the case. It was as though his entire life were being laid bare to this man. The last thirteen years of lying, infidelity, and abuse were all spilling out of Craig, it was as if a dam had been broken. I could feel a sense of pride, both in myself and in him. Despite the fact that I pretty much had to force him to do what was best, I was content at the fact that this was an important step in what was sure to be a long, arduous process.

But at least the healing can begin.

I couldn’t imagine the emotions that he must be experiencing at this point, relaying story after story to his lawyer, some of which I haven’t even heard. I almost jumped when I heard my name mentioned.

“Yeah, my friend Jerry. If anything happens to me, I want him to manage my affairs in my stead. Like a next-of-kin sort of thing. Is that even possible? Oh! Great!”

My heart fluttered a little bit, I don’t remember asking him to do such a thing, nor did I even want the responsibility, but I took it in stride. Most of all, I felt honored that he trusted me so much.

As Craig continued the conversation with the lawyer, I smiled as I heard half the conversation. “Yeah, he’s the one who encouraged me to do all this. Yeah, yeah. He’s a good friend. Yeah. That’s true. Since we were around thirteen. Yeah, that is a long time, don’t remind me!”

I laid back, feeling the tension melt from the room as Craig continued to clarify details about the situation, what he wanted from the arrangement, and the time frame for which all of this would occur.

As the conversation came to a close, Craig said his final “Thank you” and hung up before letting out one of the longest sighs I’ve ever heard. I could see almost every one of his nearly unnaturally white teeth as he let out a beaming smile.

“That wasn’t so bad!” He exclaimed happily. “I can’t believe how much better I feel! This is great!”

“Yeah, dude! I told you! Did I not tell you? I so told you!” We both laughed.

“I can’t believe I’m done with that bitch! That crazy ass bitch is gonna be gone! Out of my life! Out of our lives!”

“Yeah!” I said, a happy inflection in my voice. “Oh, and, uh, what was that about me?”

“I was thinking when I was on the call. I don’t trust anyone more than I trust you. You’re like family to me. My kids call you Uncle Jerry. Who else would I trust more than the man who literally slapped sense into me?” I smiled as he continued. “You’re gonna take care of things if anything happens to me in the midst of all this. Power of attorney and all that. I don’t want her getting anything, especially the kids, if I go out. She’s not entitled to fucking anything. Spilling it all out like that made it really clear how fucked up she really is.”

I got up and put my arms out in a hugging motion, Craig did the same. “Bro hug!” We embraced and pounded our fists on each other’s backs.

As we hugged, he stated plainly “I really couldn’t have done this without you, man.”

After we let go, Craig said “I have a meeting the day after tomorrow to finalize all this shit. Have it in full writing with signatures and everything. Getting her to agree to this will be a pain, but I’m sure there’s some way we can con that crazy bitch into doing it.”

“Sweet!” I replied, feeling a genuine happiness. The first genuine happiness I felt about my best friend’s relationship with his wife.

Craig smiled widely. “Hey, tomorrow, let’s take the boat out. It’s gonna be a nice Sunday weather-wise. We can plan how this divorce thing is going to go, get drunk, and do some fishing. Sound good?”

I smile wider than him “Fuck yeah, that sounds good!”

We give each other one more “Bro-hug” before we say our goodbyes and I set off back home.

On the drive, I keep thinking of the bright future my best friend will have. It’ll be like we’re teenagers again. Jeanette and I can hook him up with ladies at bars! We can go on double dates! We’ll be able to do all sorts of fun things without Bethany’s craziness making anything tense. Thoughts continued to flood my mind, some exciting, some not so much. What if his next girlfriend is just like Bethany? What if Bethany doesn’t go away that easily? I figured that, no matter what, nothing is worse than the current quagmire of the “Between-times.”

He smiled thinking that, by this time next week, his friend would be a new person. It’ll take a long time to recover from this toxic relationship, but he knew that he’d be able to help his friend heal.

As he got home, he hugged Jeanette tightly before she even had a chance to get a word in. “Oh, Jeez! What’s all this about?” She asked with a smile on his face.

“Craig did it! He is finalizing the divorce!”

“Oh, yay!” She squealed, seeing her happy always gave me a feeling of contentment and peace.

“This is gonna be so fucking awesome! We’ll never have to see that bitch again! I mean, I hope, at least. He did have kids with her, after all.” Jeanette remarked.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to worry about that right now! He’s gonna be free! Her toxic personality will be gone from our lives, for the most part.”

“You know what I hated the most, I think?” Jeanette asked.

“What’s that?”

“How she’d treat wait staff at restaurants. She was always that weirdo who’d order something off-menu and super specific and then get totally bitchy when the order wasn’t exactly right. It was always so fucking embarassing when she’d, like, scream at some poor girl trying to do her job!”

I responded “Yeah! No more of that fuckin’ bullshit. He’s done with her! Oh, and guess what he found in the closet at that fancy-ass summer home?”

Jeanette perked up. “I’m listening.”

“A whole suitcase full of kinky shit. Craig had no fucking idea! Whips, handcuffs, straps, everything! It was like a whole dominatrix get-up!”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “No fucking way!” She started giggling. “No way! Oh my God! How did Craig react?”

“Look, he was a mess, I don’t really want to get into it, but it was a shit-show until I pretty much forced him to call the lawyer.”

Jeanette embraced him, like she did last night. “Aww! Such a good friend!” She pecked him on the lips. “My manly man.”

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That evening, I decided to jog a few miles to unwind after a strange and intense day. Feeling the wind on myself in the pleasantly cool summer dusk was the perfect refresher, especially knowing I was going to inevitably load up on calorie-heavy beer on Craig’s boat the next day.

As I reached the end of a street corner, I always stopped for a few seconds to watch for cars, but this time I felt the strange, uncanny sensation of my phone vibrating as it’s still wrapped around my bicep by a velcro band. After I peel it off with a satisfying crunching sound, my heart sinks as I see who is calling. Bethany.

I stop running in place. My flow is already ruined, my heart rate is going down, and I’m starting to experience the familiar tension I always experience when I have to deal with this woman. “Should I pick it up?” I think to myself. Testosterone coursing through my veins and still riding high from sticking up for my friend earlier I, irrationally, picked up the phone.

“Hi?” I didn’t mean for the greeting to come out as a question, but the word slipped my mouth before I could muse upon my inflection.

The shrill voice screeched from the other end of the line. “Don’t you ‘Hi’ me, mister!”

Ugh. It was going to be one of these kinds of calls.

“What are you talking about? What’s up Bethany?”

“You know exactly what is up. You’ve been talking to Craig, haven’t you?” Her voice had acid in it, spitting out every word so succinctly that I knew she was just spraying her phone.

“Uhh, I talk to Craig, like, every day, Bethany.”

“And that’s just the problem, isn’t it? You’re poisoning him against me!” Her voice felt oddly fragile, like nails pressing on a chalkboard so hard that one of them would crack soon.

“Bethany. What did you call me for? It’s getting kind of late.” I’m still trying to catch my breath, annoyed that this woman interrupted my workout.

“Craig’s not answering his phone! He always answers his phone! I need to speak to him right fucking now, Jerry!”

“Okay? What does that have to do with me?”

“You need to call him and tell him to call me! Fucking now!”

“No. That’s definitely not happening.” I said, trying to get my voice to be as stern as possible.

“Fuck you! You’ll be fucking sorry!” The other end clicked, she hung up.

Without wasting any time, I immediately scrolled to Craig’s contact. After pressing the key, I held the phone up to my ear. It gave half a ring before he picked up.

Before I even had the chance to say hello, he already knew what was up.

“She tried calling you, didn’t she?” Craig asked.

I had to swallow my pride. “Yeah, I actually talked to her.”

“I’m not gonna lie, that was probably your best bet. She probably would have called you hundreds of times like she did with me. Left a few hundred text messages, too. Some crazy stuff,” Craig said, oddly calmly. “And yet, I’m fine with it. It’s just more stuff I can show the lawyer in a few days.”

I smiled, having finally caught my breath. “That’s awesome, dude. Keep that shit. Just think that anything she puts you through now will just serve you later. We still on for tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah, we are. You haven’t seen the boat yet, have you? I upgraded that old sailboat and got something super, super nice just a few months ago.”

This was news to me, though I’d imagine that it’d be hard to talk about getting a new boat without sounding like you’re bragging.

“It’s a Sea Ray L550. It’s insane. Wait until you see it. I haven’t had a chance to really test it out yet. We’re going to have a blast tomorrow. Be there at, like, 8. We’re gonna have a nice, long day. We still have a ton to talk about.”

“For real!” I responded, not knowing about boats enough to know what that type would even look like. “Anyway, dude, I’ll catch you tomorrow! Stay safe!”

“You too! Later!” I hung up the line, re-attached the phone to my armband, and continued my jog all the way home.

After packing up my stuff for the trip the next day and putting on my pajamas, I look over to my normal queen-sized bed with Jeanette, who’s sitting up, toying with her phone.

“Babe?” I say, softly.

“Yeah? What’s up?” She said, her eyes transfixed on the glowing phone screen.

“I really do love you. Deeply.”

She just looked up at me with an expression of deep appreciation and adoration, accentuated by the softness of her features. She smiled. “I love you too.”

I dove into bed right next to her, threw the blanket over myself, embraced her, and thought about how much fun I was going to have tomorrow on my friend’s new boat as I drifted off to sleep.
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I had zero issues waking up bright and early, knowing that today would be, for all intents and purposes, an adventure. I gently peeled the blanket off of myself, so as not to wake Jeanette, but I couldn’t help but lightly kiss her cheek as I got up. I saw her smile and curl up further. I didn’t know if that was her or if it was just an involuntary reaction. Either way, it made me happy.

I picked up my bag filled with things like sunscreen, towels, an extra hat, some sunglasses, and a 4-pack of deluxe, heavy beer. I knew that Craig kept better fishing poles than I could afford on his boat, so I didn’t bother with those.

Practically hopping up and down in my seat as I drove there, I just kept thinking about how chill the day would be. Finally able to hang out with Craig again as he’s beginning to heal from years of Bethany’s torment.

After pulling my car into one of the parking spots near the marina, I could see Craig on the dock already waving me over. He was standing in front of… a stupidly nice boat. It easily overshadowed everything else in the harbor, it was clearly more of a “yacht” than a “boat.”

“Jesus, dude.” I said, looking at the boat’s slick, futuristic design, big enough to accommodate a small party. “This is… something…”

“Hey to you, too!” Craig responded, laughing. “Let me take your stuff.”

Walking over the deck, the boat’s “new” smell was honestly more powerful than the salty scent of the gulf it was floating in. My mouth was agape, stunned at how relentlessly luxurious every inch of this boat was. There was a bathroom with a shower, hardwood floors, a small kitchen, and a bedroom with a king-sized mattress. Despite the fact that I was in the harbor, I felt like I was in some nice hotel room. It was incredible, I didn’t think I’d ever get to ride in a boat this nice.

“This is wild, Craig. This is thing is super, super, super nice.”

“Yeah! It’s a Sea Ray L550, if I didn’t mention it before.”

“You said something about that last night. It looks pretty expensive.” I said, looking at the high-tech controls and scanning the horizon.

“It cost me a pretty penny, yeah. But if you’re going to buy a boat, why not go all-out? That’s what boat means anyway, right? B-O-A-T. Bust out another thousand.”

I tried laughing, but the ridiculous display of wealth almost made me uncomfortable. It was as if I was in the passenger seat of a Ferrari.

After spending a few minutes getting accustomed to the change in scenery above deck, I decided to walk below deck again to take a look at the bedroom. It was massive. “You ever, uh, sleep in here?” I shouted upstairs.

“Yeah, Bethany was being extra crazy one night, so I slept here right after the down payment went through. It’s nice, ain’t it?”

Sitting on the bed, I noticed that there was a small tray with two cups of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and a small paper bag of donuts sitting there. I would have thought Craig to be a bit “Above” Dunkin’ Donuts, but hey, free coffee is free coffee. Taking a swig, I noticed that it was a bit sweeter than I would like, but I knew the caffeine was necessary given that I didn’t want to make a cup myself out of fear of waking up Jeanette. I was feeling a little groggy, anyway.

“Oh, coffee, nice!” Craig said as he walked down the stairs and headed right for the bed. After taking a big swig of it, he licked his lips. “Extra sugar. I thought you knew I liked it black. Pitch black.”

“I do.” I responded, letting confusion tinge my voice. “But you’re the one who bought the coffee, right?”

Craig’s brow furrowed, looking concerned. “No, I thought you did. I definitely didn’t.”

A long, extended silence stretched between the two of us. We stared at each other.

“Then who brought this stuff?” I asked, still holding the coffee in my hand, afraid to spill anything on any expensive-looking surfaces.

Craig pursed his lips, now looking angry. “I… I don’t know. I’m not… I don’t…” He started breathing heavily. I gently pressed the coffee cup back into the paper tray.

“Look, it’s a little creepy, but it’s whatever. Maybe someone got confused and put it on the wrong boat?” I asked. “Let’s just throw this stuff away and forget about it.”

“I… I…” Craig’s face was turning red.

“Craig are you… are you…” I began to feel a little dizzy. Was I getting sea sick in the harbor? “Are you…” My words were beginning to get lost between my brain and my mouth. My vision began to blur.

“Jerry I…” Craig’s mouth went slack as the full cup of coffee slipped through his fingers, spilling all over the floor.

I couldn’t even breathe watching the tan fluid practically explode from the container as it splattered upwards, as if it were in slow-motion. My jaw quivered as the world felt like it was spinning around me. This was definitely not sea sickness. I keel over and try to grab on to the edge of the bed, grabbing my throat and coughing. Despite my hard grip, I feel my fingers begin to slip on the beige comforter.

Looking upwards, Craig appears as if he’s wearing clothes much too big for him, his sleeves now drooping from his upper arms where his big biceps once hugged them tightly.

I tripped as I felt my pants fall down to my ankles, the dizziness overtaking me. “Craig… what’s going… what’s going… on?” I tried to speak through the coughing while feeling my own clothes twist and crinkle over me. As the sensation of nausea and dizziness quickly subsided, it only left room for confusion.

“Craig! Craig! What’s going on? Are you there?” I felt myself, completely naked, pressing through an ocean of light cotton as I tried to navigate my way through the now immense pile of clothes. Finding the collar, I finally poked my head free, breathing in a lungful of fresh air. Staring upwards, the ceiling looked as if it was the sky. The bed itself looked as if it were a cliff face, like the side of the Grand Canyon. Craning my neck rightward, I could see Craig emerge from his own pile of clothes. My heart rate exploded.

“What the fuck! What the fuck is going on! Why are we so small?” I screamed, suddenly realizing that I couldn’t be more than a few inches tall. Sheer horror gripped me, I would have never even entertained the idea that this could have been possible in reality as I hoisted myself through an impossibly huge collar.

“Craig! Over here! Craig!” I waved my hands upwards after I folded some cotton below me to hide my privates. I just saw Craig looking forward, completely ignoring me, a face of complete shock frozen in his face.

After turning my head to see what he was looking at, I immediately froze my face to the same expression.

Bethany.

I wanted to scream in terror, but the air felt stuck in my throat. Before me, shrouded in shadow, I saw Bethany’s long, pale face framed by her ginger hair. Her big, round, bright blue eyes staring right at both of us. Hiding under the bed like a monster, she gently hoisted herself up and dragged her body across the floor towards us, her dangling breasts jiggling under her low-cut black blouse. To me, it felt like being trapped by some wild animal as opposed to a human being.

Craning my neck upwards, I felt the urge to cry. Tears began welling up in my eyes as I knew that I was completely, undeniably powerless in the situation I found myself in. I wanted to run, but it felt as though all my joints were frozen solid.

“Oh my God. Oh no. Oh my God.” I kept whispering to myself as I saw an immense hand descend towards me a split-second before I was wrapped in fingers the size of tree trunks.

Bethany’s palm felt like thick, sticky, warm leather as it grasped my tiny, naked body. I felt a sense of supreme violation as her skin made contact with my genitals. Hearing Bethany slide herself across the floor, I couldn’t help but try to pound down on the hand that grasped me. Looking to my right, I saw that Craig was in the same position I was. “Let me go!” I screamed, to no response.

As Bethany stood up, the room around me was blurred by motion. The sensation of ascent forced my chest to jump wildly, as if I was on some kind of roller coaster. I stared upwards at her, noticing her distinct chubby cheeks, double chin and, from this position, dark, round nostrils.

“Bethany!” Craig screamed. “What the fuck is happening? What the fuck did you do?”

Bethany smiled, showing a mouthful of perfectly straight, white teeth. Her lips, light pink and glossy, smeared over them as they stretched. I wanted to vomit as the adrenaline pumping through my veins forced me to comprehend every detail of my captor’s face. Every pore. Every wrinkle. Every tiny bit of peach fuzz that covered her. I squinted my eyes as the light above appeared very bright, shining off of Bethany’s ginger hair.

“What the fuck does it look like?” Bethany said, her humid breath wafting over us, smelling strongly of coffee. “I’m getting ready for a nice, fun day with you guys. Really, really fun.”

“Turn us back! Turn us back right now!” I shouted, not knowing or caring how I found myself to be this size.

“Oh, Jerry. I can’t do that. I wouldn’t be able to do that even if I wanted to! I barely know how the secret elixir I poured into that coffee worked! I’m just so fucking glad that you idiots drank it with no problem. I thought you’d get suspicious if I just left it there, but hey, free coffee is free coffee, right?”

I grew embarrassed, having been played so artfully. Bethany’s fat ass plopped on the bed below us, shocking me both physically and mentally. I continued to pound her fist in vain as she turned around and gently placed both of our naked bodies on the bed before her.

Craig stared up in silence as he watched his wife stare down at them with her arms crossed and her legs, covered in tight, black leggings, splayed out in a V-shape, making insurmountable walls on either side of us. Reaching into a front pocket of her blouse, she gently twisted her head as she pulled out a hair tie before deftly binding her hair into a ginger ponytail.

I looked left and right frantically. I saw how her pudgy thighs contorted the fabric of the yoga pants, forcing them to bulge out right before the crotch, giving it a transparent look. I could almost see the outline of her panties right through them. I gulped.

Looking upwards, the ripples in her clothes looked as if they were incredibly large ocean waves as she grasped the bottom of her blouse and ripped it over her head, tossing it over the side of the bed. Her ponytail swept in the air, the motion was so fast.

A lump formed in my throat as I saw Bethany’s torso jiggle with each movement she made. Her breasts jumped as she threw the blouse, her muffin tops obviously sagged slightly over where the yoga pants tightly bit into her skin. Her belly drooped forward slightly, especially as she reached behind her back to unstrap her bra, causing her boobs to fall out.

My blood felt as though it would turn to ice as I realized she was going to turn the situation sexual. My mouth felt truly try, I couldn’t breathe, I could feel my heart beating so fast I couldn’t keep up with it. “No, Bethany, please! Please don’t do this!” I shouted as I saw her pink nipples grow erect over her pale, milky white tits.

I grit my teeth as I saw her get on all fours, her belly fat and boobs dangling down above us like low-hanging clouds as she hooked the waistband of her leggings and peeled them off. The light pink marks where the band dug into her skin was extremely apparent as the white flesh poured out from where it was most constricted. I gasped as I saw, for the first time in my life, Bethany’s full bush of bright red pubic hair. I couldn’t move. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run, but my core knew of the futility of such an act, so I just sat there with a dumbfounded look on my face.

The soft fabric floor beneath me shifted as each one of Bethany’s immense limbs pressed down upon the vast bed beneath me. Laying on my back, still completely naked, I found myself crawling backwards as the tremendous redhead kneeled, her legs spread open, with her hands resting on her wide hips.

Looking up at her imposing form was beyond the scope of what my mind could comprehend. Dizziness overwhelmed my senses as even the way the light bounced off of her immense face forced my fragile brain into a state of confusion. My head began to ache as I struggled to interpret the scale of the environment I found myself in. I can only leer at Bethany’s titanic body, the towering paleness seeming to stretch into infinity above me. Below her orange pubic hair, I notice her outward-facing pussy lips as she lifts one knee after the other to scooch forward, growing closer to me and my friend.

Still shocked by the newly vast distances, I saw Craig, still motionless in the same position I was, staring up at Bethany. Her immense curves now looked like tremendous hills strewn across a pale landscape, like snow drifts in a historic blizzard.

Her normally shrill voice now had a shrieking, bone-chilling quality to it that vibrated me to my core. The voice that once caused slight tension in my chest now forced me to experience a pure form of terror I was completely unfamiliar with.

“Honestly, boys, I didn’t think I’d get this far. And now that I’m here, I don’t even know where I should start.” She boomed, her left hand now reaching towards her crotch. “I didn’t think this would be such a turn-on, either!” I tried not to gag as I watched her middle finger begin to swirl over her clitoris, her wrist moving in a soft, gentle motion.

“Oh my God, Craig. Craig! What the fuck is she doing?” I shouted as loudly as I could.

Bethany leaned forward, her chubby cheeks seeming to sag as her tremendous face loomed over me. She smiled, exposing a wicked, toothy grin, absolutely monstrous when paired with her widened bright blue eyes.

“You don’t know what I’m doing, Jerry? Wow, Jeanette really leaves you dry. Ungh!” She moaned as she continued swirling her finger over her clit. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what she won’t.”

“Craig! Stop her! Say something! Say you’ll get back with her! Anything!” I shouted, my voice cracking in near high-pitched terror.

“Oh, it’s too late for that. Way, way too fucking late.” Her face was so close to my tiny body that I could smell the rankness of her breath beyond the stale scent of her morning coffee. Her tongue slithered from her mouth, sliding over her lips, leaving them wet and glistening. “You ever wanna see me get with another man, Craig?”

Before I could even react, I felt the entirety of my body above my waist gripped by Bethany’s palm from the same hand she was just masturbating with. I let out an instinctive, terrified shriek as she pressed me down into the soft comforter covering the bed. I could already smell her sweaty pussy from the fluid that now covered her fingertips. A wave of sickness washed over me. I wanted, desperately, to retreat to a place where this wasn’t happening, even if it was within my own mind. I couldn’t see anything within the dark grip of her rough palm, only slivers of light shining between her fingers.

“Bethany! Bethany, let me go! Let me g-- AH!” A burst of stale, heavy coffee scent forced its way into my nostrils as I could sense her mouth was close. “AIUGHH!” I didn’t even recognize my own voice as I felt her tremendous tongue begin to slide along the inside of my calves.

Without thinking, I tried to snap my legs shut, but her warm, soaking-wet tongue effortly split them apart as it slithered up between my knees. The sensation of the hot, slimy muscle was indescribably horrific as it caressed the inside of my thighs and slowly inched its way up to my crotch.

The moment Bethany’s bumpy, warm, wet, slithering tongue came into contact with my penis was the most nauseating, violating thing I’ve ever experienced up to that point. My whole body was jolted by a staggering, unique agony that made me want to flip inside out. As I felt the hot, coffee-scented slime ooze over my genitals, both pain and pleasure were one in the same. I felt a tremendous flood of shame as I felt myself grow erect as this woman’s wetness slathered over me.

My throat felt sore and yet I didn’t understand why until I realized how loudly I was screaming. It was as though everything went numb other than the unwanted stimulation between my legs.

“MMMMMMM” Bethany’s squeaky voice moaned, her voice so loud and close that it shook me to the point that I could feel my internal organs vibrate.

I could feel the tip of her tongue begin to roll over my now-hard cock, sending wave after wave of confusing, shameful pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but punctuate my incessant, gravelly screaming with moans, especially when she would prod slightly under the head of my penis - the same spot Jeanette knew how to work just right.

Trying to think of anything else, I thought of my wife. I tried to think of her doing this to me as opposed to this tremendous, evil, fat bitch. A thought which was quickly marred as I was forced to breathe in another cloud of Bethany’s breath, quickly reminding me of my dire situation. “Unf! Augh!” I couldn’t form words, I could only feel what she was doing as she continued to grip me tightly, sliding her tongue up and down between my thighs and over my slime-soaked crotch.

I was granted extremely brief respite as I caught my breath while she slid her tongue back into her dark, cavernous mouth. I snapped my legs shut so fast I could sense strings and droplets of her saliva splash away. Feeling puffs of air as her giggles blasted over me, I grit my teeth in rage as she said, happily “Oh wow, you’re really liking this, huh?” before forcing my legs apart with her probing, hot, violating tongue yet again.

I could sense, as the wet warmth continued to glide over my crotch, that I was going to be forced to orgasm. With each lap of her wet flesh against mine, I involuntarily spasmed, my legs instinctively trying to press me up off the bed as if I were being stuck with a cattle prod. I had no idea how long this was going to go on for, as I finally managed to utter my first word since coming into contact with her warm spit. “STOP! UNGH! STOP!”

My pleas were only met with more squeaky giggling. I couldn’t help it. The girlish laughter sent me over the edge.

Involuntarily contorting my face into an expression of unspeakable horror, I couldn’t stop the harsh blast of unspeakable, agonizing, fiery pleasure that overwhelmed my tiny body. In the few seconds I was ejecting my load onto the tip of Bethany’s wet, invasive tongue, I felt as though my own body didn’t belong to me. It was as if I were truly surrendered to Bethany both physically and mentally. I was hers.

As the crushing burst subsided, I was swamped with a humiliating, alien emotion between numbness and shame. Bethany’s fingers curled open, revealing a completely different person than before I was trapped within her vicious grip. I couldn’t eke out anything to scream or say as I watched her wicked face drift away, a cord of hot spit still connecting my penis to the tip of her tongue. I couldn’t help but jump as the wire of saliva snapped back on my now oversensitive genitals. Shivering, despite being hot, I instinctively covered my groin with my hands and curled into a ball. I could feel her saliva soak into the bedding below me, but I felt as though I was too shocked to move.

Bethany smacked her lips together, each sound she made felt horrific and dangerous to me. Still shivering, I couldn’t see her, I didn’t want to.

“Mmmm, Jerry tasted good.” Bethany noted. A wave of nausea washed over me as my numbness began to fade. Still curled in a shivering ball, I could smell the disgusting odor of Bethany’s spit as it clung to my skin.

“Did you like seeing that, Craig? Did you like seeing me make another man cum? Did you like watching me suck off your best friend? Now you know how I feel. Now you know what it feels like to be so betrayed.” She looked up, her double chin stretching away. “Ugh! I didn’t know what to fucking do after I knew we were done.” Now looking back down at us, she scooched back off the bed and stood up. “But now I know how to kill two birds with one stone. I know how to punish you two for conspiring against me and I know how to keep me and Craig together forever!” She let out another one of her screeching, squeaky giggles.

“But before that.” She said as she turned around, her pale muffin top jiggling with each step, exposing her bare ass to both of us. After turning her head, looking down upon us with her crazy blue eyes, she lifted up her fat buttocks and let them fall, forcing us to watch them gently bounce. “I never let Craig fuck my ass...”

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just knew I was in extreme danger.

“... and I want to make him jealous.”

My shivering turned to relentless shaking as I felt my foot and ankle being dragged across the bed, leaving a trail of Bethany’s slime. “No! No! Please!” I try to sink my fingernails into the fabric below, but it effortlessly slid away. “No! God! Please!” I screamed as I left contact with the bed below.

Now being hung upside-down, I covered my face with my palms as I found myself quickly heading right for Bethany’s asscrack. “AGGGHH!”

This was too fast. Tinnitus rang loudly in my ears as I felt my body pressed between two walls of warm, sticky flesh. Bethany’s sweat immediately covered my entire body a split second before I rolled my eyes back into my head as a reaction to a feeling of life-altering disgust. The raw revulsion I felt when my bare skin came into contact with Bethany’s anus was more severe than I thought any emotion could reach. I pressed my hands forward, only to feel, in serious detail, every wrinkle around this woman’s asshole. I could feel tiny, slimy hairs slide against me, tickling my arms and torso. Inhaling the scent almost put me into a daze as, from this distance and size, the odor was that of a toxic chemical as opposed to anything familiar.

I could feel the hot, wrinkled hole clench and warp in the oppressive darkness between Bethany’s cheeks. Her pinching fingers pressed my tiny body as hard as they could into the hole, but there was some sort of sticky threshold I couldn’t pass through easily. “MMMF!” I screamed as I could taste her sickly, salty anal sweat. Each attempt I made to push away, I was met with a much stronger, more crushing attempt to force me forward. I wasn’t used to the horror, each second felt like an eon as Bethany smeared me against one of her most intimate areas, with nothing I could do in response other than squirm.

I felt her swirl me over the hole itself, making sure every inch of me touched the tight orifice. The sliding itself was a uniquely violating sensation, reminding me of her disgusting, wet tongue. Trying to escape, I tried thinking of Jeanette yet again, but I’ve never been even close to a woman’s anus before, not even hers. This was an entirely novel experience in every single sense. The very texture of the flesh that was now rubbing against my bare skin was new and supremely revolting. I wanted to vomit, but I felt too limp, as if I were a puppet whose strings have been cut.

A bright light overwhelmed me as I was quickly removed from her asshole with a disgusting “Shluck” sound.

Staring upwards, I find myself looking directly at Bethany’s immense face. Her pink, glossy lips just inches away. “Ugh, I’m having trouble getting you in.” She said as I gulped in fear, tasting her anal slime.

Watching her lips part, I couldn’t help but try to scream, feeling deep shame in the fact that I could only cough. My heart trembled in relentless palpitations as I watched her dark, humid oral cavity become closer by the second. “Ack! Chf!” Was all I could muster as Bethany forced me forward, between her lips.

Coming into contact with her tongue again was like having a scab forcefully ripped open. All the trauma involved with her previous violation flooded back and multiplied as she made my entire body slide along the center crevice of the very tongue that had licked me to completion earlier. I gasped, filling my mouth with a thick wad of Bethany’s bubbly saliva. Still tasting slightly of coffee, I could feel it leaving a mucus-like film over the inside of my mouth as I tried, after many attempts, to rid myself of its wretched flavor. Inhaling through my nose was worse, as the heavy scent of her mouth was imposed upon me by force.

As Bethany’s palate clamped down upon me, pressing me into her tongue, I felt the thick fluid ooze over every inch of me. Soaked into my hair, sticking to my eyelids, flowing between my toes. This relentless, thick goo clung to me as she closed her mouth, sealing me in complete darkness. I tried to move on my own, but the frictionless surfaces just slimed over me. The heat was now relentless, pulsing over me like I was in some bacteria-ridden sauna. Trying to maintain any sort of balance was beyond futile, as I’d just slip and land back on my face.

Then, her tongue started to roll.

Screaming, I only succeeded in building a cluster of bubbles around my head as I coughed. The foaming action of the mucus that surrounded me made it harder to breathe as the immense muscle under me undulated, slithering against my bare skin. Sandwiched between her hard palate and her soft tongue, I just groaned as I felt the curved roof of my prison slide over me, washing away any sweat I had clinging to my tiny body.

A thunderous tempest sucked me backwards. I could feel a tight, slick grip around my waist. The taste buds below me felt flatter and disk-shaped. Oh my god. She was swallowing me. “No!” I shouted, finally able to muster a word in my deathly terror. Scraping along the surface of the tongue, I could feel her unwashed scum build under my fingernails. I couldn’t kick my legs, as they were already grasped by her throat as my entire environment shook chaotically. The flesh around me vibrated so radically that I could feel the slickness slap against my skin, leaving it raw and sensitive. I tried with all my might to free myself of her throat’s grip as drops of goo splattered everywhere.

It sounded as though she was coughing. I wiggled my toes, feeling the slime between them as I sensed my legs becoming freer.

My entire body burst into momentary panic as a flash of light blinded me, as if I were being photographed. I couldn’t help but groan in shock and pain as I felt myself violently expelled from her throat before landing on the bed in a warm puddle of Bethany’s saliva. The spit clogging my ears, I could still hear muffled coughing from above.

“You…” She coughed. “You were a little big, Jerry.” She said, continuing to cough, lightly massaging her neck. “You almost choked me!” I just laid there, motionless, coughing out wads of this woman’s mucus. “Well, at least you’re coughing too.”

I couldn’t resist as I felt myself shifting again as Bethany climbed over us. Staring upwards after wiping off a layer of spit off my eyelids, I could see her vagina straight above me as she spread her thighs over us, sitting at the other end of the bed.

Now with her legs spread wide, I could see her fat rolls press against each other like layers of cake as she leaned forward to grab me. “Now I’m absolutely sure you’re wet enough to slip up my ass.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Wait…” I couldn’t muster a scream. “Wait… don’t put me in there…” My voice was harsh; it hurt to speak as she dragged me across the bed. “No… no… don’t do this. Not again.”

She spread her legs wide enough for me to be able to see her brown asshole framed by small hairs that looked like copper wires. I felt truly defeated, I could only whimper softly as I watched her hole coming closer and closer.

“Okay! In ya go!” She said, infuriatingly sweetly, as I heard a loud, wet squelch a split-second before being wrapped in ridiculously tight, hot darkness.

I could feel her anus effortlessly smear over my body, lubed up by a thick coating of her bubbly spit. I tried to resist in any way I could, but my arms already felt as though they were too exhausted to press against the constricting muscle that forced them against my torso. The heat was astronomical as I heard her quick heartbeat pitter-patter against my wet, slimy skin. Accompanied by an air bubble, I could only take quick, short breaths so that the dizzyingly shallow supply wouldn’t run dry.

Her ass clenched over my torso before gliding over my waist, thighs, calves, and finally feet. I felt as though my ankles were bound by a slimy rope as I found myself lodged deeply into Bethany’s foul rectum. I wiggled, but was met only with a hard, tyrannical clench from literally every direction.

I wanted to cry as I could feel myself grow erect again, my cock hardening against my will with the constant contact to the redhead’s warm, slick anal cavity. My sanity cracked. I wept. I felt my masculinity begin to shatter as I accepted my utter domination by this woman’s ass. After losing track of time, I started to contemplate the extremely likely scenario where I wouldn’t leave Bethany’s body alive. My weeping worsened, with each crying gasp feeling as though I was resisting, in futility, a rope’s incessant binding.

Bethany’s heart rate began to slow as several minutes passed. I could hear her body’s groaning from above, I could hear bubbling, I could even hear the blood rushing through the veins and arteries that surrounded her rectum. I continued to weep, knowing that whatever tears fell from my eyes were being quickly washed away in Bethany’s warm anal slime. I thought about how I’d never see Jeanette again and grew an enraged sadness, obsessing over the fact that I was now physically closer to Bethany than I had ever been to Jeanette. I wiggled harshly, letting Bethany know I was still there, only to be answered by a tight clench that forced the air from my lungs.

I tried spreading my legs, but Bethany’s anus was far stronger than any muscle in my body. The only thing I could do was slightly, and temporarily, stretch out the wrinkly hole that bound my ankles together before the redhead would tighten it herself.

I wondered what Craig was going through in the duration of my hot, slimy entrapment. The only thing that gave me any comfort at all was that I wasn’t going through this alone. As I was trapped in the oppressive darkness, I reflected on how stupid I could have been to just drink that coffee that was just laying there. I should have checked. I should have been more careful. I should have known that this crazy bitch would have done something drastic. I shouldn’t have answered the phone last night. I had a world of regrets and yet the thing I regretted most was that I was never going to see my wife again. I felt an unbelievably potent pang of guilt knowing that I gave some other woman sexual pleasure before I died.

The wall before me vibrated. The cave became tighter. Wet, slick sounds emanated from above as I could hear a muffled shriek of Bethanys’ voice from above. As I squirmed, I felt pounding from the fleshy wall in front of me. “Mfff! MMMMM!” I couldn’t speak, I could only scream as I knew what had just happened.

Bethany had slipped Craig up her pussy.

As we both now squirmed, we could both feel each other through the thin, fleshy membrane between Bethany’s vaginal canal and rectum. The sensation of Craig’s struggles amplified the sense of violation, knowing we were both being tortured by Bethany’s holes. “CRG!” I tried to shout his name, but I couldn’t with a mouthful of goo flooding into me.

I could hear his screaming, even feel it, as it was loud enough to vibrate the wall between us. In the back of my mind, I knew I had the worse deal, to the point where I’d wonder if Craig would be lucky if he let himself drown quickly in her fluids. Another urge to weep overtook me as I realized how this experience had truly changed who I was as a person. Wishing death upon my best friend? What could possess me to think such a thing? I grit my teeth again, to the point of pain, thinking about how Bethany’s evil has influenced me in my weakest, most distraught moment.

A tight grip pressed against my ankles. My emotions were a jumbled, chaotic mess as I felt a contradictory, infuriating mixture of relief and fear. Her tightness slid against my bare skin, her rectum rubbing against my erect cock as she began to remove me from her body. The first breath of fresh air I had felt euphoric, despite the fact that I was less than an inch from Bethany’s stretched-out anus. Sweat and goo clinging to my skin, I felt limp as I craned my neck upwards to see her loosened hole before me. I felt an ecstatic alleviation now that I was no longer bound by hot, stinking flesh.

“Dildo time.”

My heart dropped. What did she mean by tha--

I felt myself thrusted forward towards Bethany’s ass, once again blasted by the relentless heat of her rectum. My feet now in a death-grip, I feel myself forced back and forth, being made to rub the inner canal of this woman’s anal canal. The harsh, jerking motion of stimulating her rubbed my skin raw, as each time I slipped out, I heard wet squelching and each time I was slipped in, I heard low grumbling mixed with Craig’s incessant screaming. I covered my face with my palms, not knowing what else to do, feeling Bethany’s body fluids and sweat smear all over me. The swift rhythm shook me to my core, having the same pattern of movement as using any other dildo.

An anal dildo - is that what I have been reduced to? My sense of identity was truly slipping away. My brain was in such a frenzy that I couldn’t even remember what Jeanette looked like, the only face I could imagine was Bethany’s, with her crazy, wide blue eyes.

As I was slipped out for the hundredth time, I could hear her squeaky voice moan in the wilds of a sexual pleasure derived from our abuse. I wanted to fight back, but I knew that I was truly more powerless than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Hearing her sexual squeaking from within her ass as well, I could feel her rectum clench and the muscles quiver before everything went limp.

A few seconds after she finally let go of my feet and ankles, my defeated body, completely motionless, slipped from her ass all on its own, landing in a pile of goo on top of a moisture-stained blanket.

I stared upwards, seeing Bethany’s wet vagina glisten and leak, framed by her orange pubes. Wiping my face down, I felt a slight tickle slither against my shoulder as I picked up a long, gooey orange pubic hair that clung to my body. Looking down, I saw two other curly hairs stuck to me, too exhausted and humiliated to bother removing them.

I wanted to puke, especially seeing Craig’s wet shins stick out of his wife’s vagina. I could hear her breathe heavily, as if she were completely finished.

“Phew!” she shouted. “I’ve never been railed by two guys at once, but, wow. I wish I could save you two so I can do it again.”

Craig oozed out of Bethany’s wet vagina and landed right next to me, covered in a thick-layer of gamy fluids that reeked of crotch.

Rolling over on his hands and knees, I couldn’t move as I watched him cough up wads of Bethany’s pussy juice. Shaking, between coughs, he kept saying “I’m sorry. Jerry. I’m sorry.” His arms quivered to the point of him collapsing.

Bethany’s legs crossed, hovering over us like immense cranes lining some cityscape. Now encircling us, I saw Bethany’s pudgy belly hang above both me and Craig, serving as the foreground to her immense face. Looking blush and sweaty, she grinned down at both of us, stating plainly “Well that was fun.”

We both stared upwards at her, still shivering, feeling an indescribable cocktail of emotions.

“I think I still have one more orgasm left in me, but I think I need a snack first.”

I had no emotion left. I couldn’t react, my brain didn’t fully process what it was that she said, even as I felt my torso lightly squeezed by her fingers, which still smelled strongly of cunt.

Still limp, but still very much conscious, I looked down at her face, her fat stretched back as she held me above her head. Her most flattering angle, the one seen most on social media. She smiled. I blinked a few times, refusing to accept that she actually did have an attractive face.

“Now don’t go choking me this time!” She giggled again, in her high-pitched, enraging, squeaky tone.

Her lips parted and I saw her dreaded, violating tongue yet again.

Any exhaustion I had at that moment was abruptly shocked away and replaced with deathly panic. The word “Snack” repeated over and over again in my head. My chest exploded as I began squirming like a cut worm. I’m not a snack!

Bethany’s wide open mouth approached me with the speed of a freight train. I just put my hands up to shield my face as I was quickly overwhelmed by her familiar, wet, hot mouth. “Bethany! Don’t do this to me! Please!” My renewed vigor helped me articulate my pleas, though I knew in my heart they had no effect.

As I felt her disgusting, probing tongue again, I wanted to retch in revulsion, but I remained trapped like an animal in the dark, humid cavern. Her wet flesh quickly gripped my torso as a cluster of saliva bubbles quickly formed around me, soaking me in her fluids yet again. Waving my hands in every direction, coated by the slick saliva, I felt as though I was growing used to the horror of being unable to grip anything in a hot, slimy environment. As the tongue rolled me into her smooth cheek, I tried grabbing one of her gums, but my hand slid right off. Each breath I took gave me the impression that I was drowning.

“UNGH!”

An incredibly loud, feminine moan deafened me for several seconds before the sounds of saliva washing all over me began to roll back into my frame of consciousness.

“UGH! Yeah! You like that, Craig? Back in my pussy! UNGH!”

Being blasted by her moans of pleasure added an element of rage to the chaotic amalgamation of emotions I was being forced to experience.

By this point, the scent of coffee had long since washed away, replaced with the pure, rank, humid scent of pure saliva. The mouth tightened. I knew what was coming next. “No! Please, don’t!” I shouted as I was thrust forward head-first. Her esophagus easily gripped my head and neck, gently guiding me forward before a shockingly loud gulp coincided with a forceful push.

As I was, again, wrapped tightly by another one of this woman’s bodily canals, I struggled harshly, feeling my legs still patting against her tongue. Another shattering, electric gulp emanated from every direction, beginning my descent into Bethany’s body in earnest. Not truly knowing what was in store for me within the stomach below, I was forced to reckon with a harsh mixture of emotions. Confusion, regret, disgust, horror, and ultimately the fear of the unknown.

Bethany’s constricting esophagus slid all over my body, the peristaltic motion gripping me from all sides. I tried to expand my width to slow the trip downwards, but the slimy, oozing tube was far too compact for my resistance to truly mean anything. The bubbles of saliva I was swallowed with tickled my bare skin as the tube continued to force me deeper into her body.

Her heartbeat thundered against me. My jaw, grit tightly, still clattered with each one of the quick, booming pulses. “NNN!” I mustered, feeling more bubbles cluster around my nose. The very idea that I was passing behind her breasts right now was infuriating, knowing that I’d never be able to see Jeanette’s again. Thoughts of my wife now overwhelmed me as the soft, slick walls of Bethany’s esophagus continued to caress my bare skin, oozing me downward like toothpaste gushing out of a tube. I didn’t want to be held by Bethany’s throat, I wanted to be held by Jeanette’s arms, like I was just last night.

Wet squelching continued to fill my eardrums as her heartbeat became less pronounced the deeper I was pushed into her body. A noticeable slowness overtook me as the gliding appeared to stop.

A new, quick shove now pressed down upon me. I felt a strange point of resistance as a groaning came from below. An oozing sphincter slimed over my face, immediately exposing my mouth, nose, and eyes to a humid, irritating, sour fog. The scum-covered hole slid over my body, forcing me to feel the fleshy ring essentially spit me out into the foamy soup below.

I splashed in the pitch-dark pit of Bethany’s stomach, feeling the thick, bubbly goo immediately slather itself over my entire body. My eyes began to burn, as did my nostrils as I inhaled the vomit-laden air of Bethany’s gut.

Lunging forward, I tried to find a handle on anything I could in the hot darkness. The panicked, helpless sensation I was forced to endure caused an electric terror within every cell in my body. The instinctive takeover of my will to live was, in its own way, horrific, especially as I found one of the flaps that lined Bethany’s stomach walls, wrinkly to the touch and covered in mucus. Pounding as hard as I could, screaming loudly, I felt the creeping spectre of doom begin to take hold. The hopelessness in knowing my life was going to end felt like hot steel pouring over my heart. I couldn’t help but embrace my despair, I began weeping again, the tears now stinging my eyes like hot fire.

How could it end this way? It was ridiculous, being swallowed whole by my best friend’s wife. I’d be dissolved away to nothing, I didn’t want to think of what’d happen if I wasn’t. I continued to pound as a veritable waterfall of mucus continued to coat my body. I ran my fingers through my hair only to feel Bethany’s warm snot seep between my fingers.

“Let me out! Please! Don’t let me die in here! Please!” I shouted as I felt myself chest deep in pure slime. The odor was unimaginably fiery, obviously smelling like an ocean of hot, stinging puke. The sourness inundated my nostrils and mouth, each time I lunged forward caused another wave of slime to wash over my tiny body. The taste itself was worse than anything I would have thought possible, I couldn’t imagine that the human brain could even interpret anything as tasting so foul. I screamed in horror, not caring what else washed into me.

A booming voice shook the dark cavern.

“Hear him, Craig? He’s in my tummy. Screaming away.” She sighed, her breath loud, but still slightly muffled. “You’re gonna join him soon. You’ll be friends forever.” She let out another loud, sexual moan, causing the walls of the stomach to shift as she jumped.

Acutely aware that I was in the worse position, I couldn’t help but feel for my friend, lodged up Bethany’s nasty cunt, teased about being eaten. I continued weeping, feeling extreme guilt for the comfort in knowing I wasn’t going to go through this alone.

“Ple--” I choked. The air was too thick with acidic, burning vomit for me to continue screaming. I felt my gums and tongue begin to burn, as my constant yelling left those softer parts vulnerable to the acid around me, growing worse by the minute. Wanting to cover my skin, I knew it was futile as the sea of slime grew deeper, but nowhere was the burning more acute than my genitals.

Wanting to cover my cock, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep afloat in the now-neck deep, churning sea of Bethany’s stomach slime. My chest continued to jump up and down as I continued to cry, angry that my final orgasm of my life wasn’t given by my wife, and instead my murderer. Spitting out another mouthful of burning mucus, I dwelled upon how unfair this was, how I had to die naked and afraid, burning in the gut of some insane bitch. Why couldn’t I grow old with Jeanette? Why couldn’t I retire happily? Why did she have to do this to me?

“UNGH!” Another moan echoed through Bethany’s body, forcing me to the center of the bubbling ocean of acidic slop.

As I managed to find slight footing on another one of Bethany’s stomach wrinkles, I ran my fingers through my hair again, choking in horror as I felt a large chunk of my scalp peel away from my skull. Slipping down off of the tremendous, fleshy fold, I irrationally tried to grab the chunk in the vain, panicked hope that it could be re-attached once I got out. Instead, while attempting to grasp it in the foamy soup, I dragged my fingers along one of the immense stomach wrinkles, feeling two of my nails detach from my hand and float away with the rest of the muck.

“Augh! No!” I screamed, my voice now extremely gravelly, my throat in stinging agony with every vocalization I attempted to utter. I was truly falling apart in earnest at this point. My rough, rugged shrieks were more instinctive than anything else, as my personality was melting away with the outer layer of my skin. I wasn’t Jerry anymore, I was just an animal trying to survive.

Flailing, I could sense my muscles were ready to give way. Moving my legs and arms felt extraordinarily painful from both the inside and outside. Swimming in this hot, burning soup was relentlessly excruciating and made more humiliating with the punctuated moans of Bethany using Craig as a sex toy.

“Oh! Ohh! OH! OHH! OH! OH YES! YES!” I could hear the rhythmic pounding of her masturbation-induced orgasm as the bubbles around me grew more numerous. I felt as though I was being shaken up in a bottle of soda. Everywhere I grabbed were bubbles that sprayed acidic slime whenever they popped.

“Oh, Craig, yes.” Echoed the body that trapped me. “That was so fucking good. Better than any fucking you ever gave me, that’s for sure.” She sighed. “Anyway, now it’s time to join your friend. Ahhhhh!”

I winced, my facial muscles in a state of torture, giving me a sensation of a stinging itch. In reflex, I tried to scratch that itch, but in doing so I managed to cut deeply into the flesh of my cheek, my skin now as fragile as icing on a cake.

A few seconds later, I hear bubbling from above followed by a short scream.

Craig.

“AIIIIIIUUUUGHHH!” A horrified, almost girly shriek burst through the wrinkly pit of Bethany’s stomach. A deep shiver ran through my spine, what would normally feel tingly now feels phenomenally painful, a reminder of the nerve endings being frayed in the acid.

I try to scream out for him in response, but all that comes out is a choking, raspy whine that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear over the cacophony of bodily sounds. The inability to speak sends another burst of panic through my body, making me splash down in the thick gunk that surrounds us. My skin cracks as my epidermis flakes away, so sensitive that the soft bubbles that surround me begin to aid in washing away my flesh.

“G...k...k” is the only thing I can mutter as another person’s mucus congests my nasal cavity and throat. I can hear my best friend in absolute panicking agony as I can barely keep afloat. As Bethany moves, I find myself washed up the side of one of the walls, clinging to the side with a particularly adhesive wad of snot.

“Oh! You didn’t even touch the donuts! Lucky me!” Boomed from above as the liquid pit continued to slosh around in the hot darkness. Spluttering, disgusting wet slapping roared from above as chewed, sugary pastry fell into the digesting soup in a series of thick splashes. Now feeling the fluid mixture become more chunky, I could sense the stormy muck thicken, gently peeling me away from the soft, churning wall.

Craig continued to scream in horror as the chewed donuts continued to plop down within the woman’s stomach.

“Fat bitch doesn’t even need these” I thought, deeply wishing I could tell that to her face.

The plops continued for several minutes as the screeching from the center of the stomach stopped. My chest feels like it’s in agony, as I know it’s because an immense, chewed wad of donut landed on top of Craig, forcing him under the acidic mixture. I wouldn’t know if he’d ever be able to emerge, as the bubbly mucus was hard enough to wade through, nevermind a chewed donut of the same volume as a swimming pool.

The wad of snot that stuck me to the wall of her stomach began to sag. I couldn’t even feel my arms at this point, nevermind move them. I thought about my fate, how, once the mucus blob that trapped me fell into the churning pit below, I’d never emerge again. How I’d be spending the rest of my life inside Bethany’s body. I remember meeting her, talking with her, even arguing with her. I’d never imagine that she’d be tied to my fate so intimately. I’d never imagine I’d have a sexual experience with her, wanted or not. My own stomach turned at the memory of her tongue sliding over my dick, forcing me to dry heave, which was the last impetus necessary for the mucus chunk to begin its slide downward.

I didn’t know what I was feeling. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t horror, it wasn’t despair. Maybe it was acceptance? I tried closing my eyes, but I had noticed my eyelids had long since washed away. I had wondered if I was blind or if the darkness made it seem so. It didn’t matter. I’d never see anything else ever again.

Now that the only thing sticking out from the surface of the roiling sea was my head, I thought of Jeanette. I thought of the way she looked, about how she’d call me a “Manly man,” about how we’d always love and support each other with a uniquely strong and passionate bond. I hoped, with all my heart, that she’d be able to heal after accepting that I’m gone, that she’d live the happy life we dreamed of having.

The slick warmth of Bethany’s puke washed over my head. Now completely submerged in the tempest of vomit, I accepted I was part of it. I waited for the numbness that now covered my body to reach my soul as I faded away into the stew.

---

As my body continued to dissolve within Bethany’s gut, she deftly put her clothes back on before digging into Craig’s pockets. After finding the ignition key to the boat, she walked to the dock, untied the boat, traipsed up to the control panel, and set the boat on a straight course to the middle of the Gulf. As it slowly started, Bethany managed to scurry to the boat and jump to the dock with just enough time to watch it drift off in a random direction off into the horizon. Completely relieved it didn’t turn back into the harbor and crash, she sighed, and walked half a mile to the car she parked in the residential area across from the marina.

Rubbing her round belly below her black blouse, she wondered what was going on inside her body at that moment. If Craig and Jerry were still alive in there, being digested. She felt as though her plan worked perfectly, knowing her sister could provide a solid alibi and the mysterious disappearance of some boaters in the middle of the ocean could be chalked up to drunkenness and unsafe swimming habits. After all, thought Bethany, they did die swimming.

---

The next day, Bethany yawned as she woke up in an empty bed after a long, fulfilling night’s sleep. Wearing a tremendous nightgown, she leaned over and felt her breasts sag over as she reached for her phone. “Hey girl -- Breakfast at T Shop??” was the first notification she found before she even opened the lock screen. From her sister, the person who informed her about, and gave her the shrinking elixir.

“Ya -- be there in 1hr. Lot 2 talk abt ” Bethany responded as she stood up and flipped away her gown in one swift motion.

Walking naked over to her shower, she loved having the warm water patter against her skin, dripping off her breasts, her belly pudge, and plump ass. As she covered herself in soapy water, she thought of the two men for the first time that day. Swirling a soapy washcloth around her belly button, she wondered if they were right behind that very spot.

As she dried herself off, she loved how her hair quickly brightened as it dried. It turned a mucky maroon color when it was soaking wet, feeling grateful that she didn’t have to dye it yet.

Bethany grunted as she buttoned together the tightest pair of jeans she had in her closet. Sighing in relief once she got the zipper up, she admired herself in the mirror, noticing how great her ass looked above her thick thighs.

As my dead body slithered through her intestines with the remains of what she ate yesterday, she decided to meet up with her sister for breakfast. After choosing an egg sandwich at the local shop, the chatter between the two started mundane, mostly about her sister’s job as a nurse, before quickly turning more serious. At the back corner in the most isolated table, Bethany’s sister asked “So it worked?”

“Yup. Both of them turned completely tiny in just a few seconds. It’s potent stuff, girl! It’s amazing!” Bethany replied.

“Holy fucking shit, that’s fucking crazy. I never, in a million years, thought anything like that was even possible! What’d you do with them?”

Bethany smiled and looked down at her half-eaten sandwich. “I… I…” She twisted her coffee cup anxiously. “Let’s just say they’re gone, okay? Can you back me up on that? Like you always have?”

Her sister beamed “Of course! What are sisters for? You were with me the whole time if anyone asks. No one will suspect a single thing. The truth is too crazy!”

---

That evening, Bethany checked her phone again, finding a number of frantic messages from that bitch Jeanette. Knowing that she also had something to do with poisoning Craig against her, she decided to let Jeanette suffer with no response. Text after text after text, it was all “Hey, have you seen Jerry? Craig?” “They are not answering phones. You see them?” “Craig talk to you? Hear from Jerry?”

Bethany just rolled her eyes, knowing the best course of action was to act as if nothing was going on. After letting her wait for several hours, she tapped in “Haven’t talked 2 either for days. Leave me alone.”

She grinned, knowing that she flushed away Jeanette’s answer hours ago.

---

The next few months were uneventful. She had to answer a few questions from detectives after the Coast Guard found that stupid, fancy boat adrift in the ocean, but she knew that her excuses were solid.

After Craig’s life insurance and pension went through, Bethany lived happily off of the windfall, feeling satisfied that she took the proper steps at the right time with no hesitation or real mistakes. Their disappearance, as she thought, was chalked up to a “Drunk boating accident” and the state had to suffer through an irritating debate about whether to regulate boating more stringently. She didn’t care, though she did feel happy whenever she saw a report on the potential new regulations on the news.

Jeanette sent her threatening phone calls and text messages regularly. Several times per week. She knew that she had a case for a potential restraining order, but in her mind these contacts were the gift that kept on giving. She loved mornings when she would wake up and read a new message stating “I know you had something to do with it.” or “I know where you live. Watch where you sleep, bitch.”

Each of these would make her smile. She would just think back to the fact that she was sexy enough to suck him off to completion even though he was super tiny and afraid. Right before he died, er, he “Mysteriously disappeared.”

Sometimes she’d get into a back-and-forth with Jeanette through text, with Jeanette saying she was going to kill her and Bethany responding that she didn’t know what she was talking about. As she’d read through Jeanette’s angry messages, sometimes she couldn’t help but touch herself. She didn’t feel remotely guilty about it. She would text with one hand and swirl her fingers over her clitoris with the other, sometimes moaning when Jeanette sent a particularly juicy response, remembering how much I struggled as I was deep up her ass.

Eventually, Bethany grew bored of this and antagonizing the widow didn’t titillate her as it used to, so she simply stopped responding, or even reading, the messages she was sent. She just completely ghosted her, deciding instead to move on with her life, wondering if there was another Craig out there. After all, she now knew the best way to end a relationship.

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Bonding (F/m Soft Vore, Vaginal Insertion, Anal Insertion, Digestion, Mother/Son Vore)

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Bonding
By Supernova

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Over the McDonald’s counter, Sarah smiled as she watched her son William unwrap his burger. “He’s grown up so fast” she thought, twirling her glowing red hair, leaning forward, finally able to enjoy a day off with him.

“Thanks mom, I really needed this. Studying for O-Chem is really fu- I mean freaking hard and I haven’t had any fast food in, like, months I guess.” William dug into the sandwich as he closed his eyes and sighed. Sarah could tell he hasn’t had much food other than ramen and bland school lunches for a while. A sense of pride burst in her chest as she tried to comprehend what he had just said. O-Chem. Organic chemistry, one of the hardest classes a student could possibly take, a good grade nearly guaranteed a good life.

Having lived her life mostly as a dental assistant, Sarah felt as though she’d want to press her son to excel in academia so that he’d far surpass her. The pride was both in him and in herself, having been able to raise someone so independent even in spite of the father being out of the picture for so long. Still smiling, she saw how his auburn hair was a little darker than hers, and wondered if it had darkened more in recent years. Snapping back to the conversation, she widened her bright blue eyes and clearly stated “Oh, of course, you know you deserve a treat once in a while.”

“Yeah, these professors are huge pains. It’s almost unbelievable. They just go at you over and over again. The lectures are insane, too! There’s hundreds of people there and they choose students at random and if you’re picked… get this…”

Sarah leaned forward, trying to keep her sizable breasts from falling too far-forward. Perking up a little, she knew she had to give him a little bit more extra interest in his story than she wanted to, humoring him a little bit. “Get what?”

“The professor will make you get up in front of everyone! Everyone! And you have to do this extremely hard problem. You get totally ripped apart if you get it wrong, too! So far, only one person has gotten the question wrong, and I’m so glad it wasn’t me.”

“Well…” Sarah picked up a small chicken nugget from her container. “Have you had to do any of those questions yourself?” Her slow, almost sultry voice articulated every word, loving this lunch with her son so much that she was subconsciously drawing out her sentences.

He slouched. “No. Thank God. That’s not the only thing, either. There’s a whole bunch’a types of having to do these crazy questions in lecture, too! And lab! Lab’s crazy! You have to, like, mix all these different chemicals and, once, I saw someone’s Erlenmeyer flask explode! The guy didn’t even un-seal it when he was heating it, so… pop!”

Sarah grinned, she could tell he needed to get a lot off his chest, and he wasn’t socializing all that much. With a loving ear, she just let him continue prattling on about the ins and outs of organic chemistry. Having never taken it herself, she was a little bit curious about the goings-on of such an advanced class, but not enough that she didn’t have to feign the interest.

“Sounds dangerous!” She said, smiling, with a subdued enthusiasm.

William cocked his head to the side. “Eh. It kind of is and it kind of isn’t. It’s like, if you wear your protection and follow the instructions, you’re good, but if you don’t, or just do things carelessly, you can get a bit hurt.” He bit into his burger a few more times before politely wiping his greasy face with one of those cheap fast food napkins. “Like, I’ve seen other people wipe silver nitrate all over their pants on purpose! As if we don’t have a procedure for that!”

Sarah laughed a little bit, though forced, to humor him. Trying to watch her weight, she only had four small nuggets, instead spending more to spoil her hard-working son.

---

William knew his mother wasn’t really paying attention, but she was the only one who’d pretend. Though he felt his mouth spill out phrases like “titration” and “oxidation,” his mind kept wandering. He loved spending time with his mother, doubly so now that their visits have become sporadic.

Ever since he was very young, William knew that his mother would support him through anything. Through school sports, through his bizarre hobbies which appeared to bounce around relentlessly, through the phase where he enjoyed listening to music way too loudly. Even through his near-incessant lectures on the way his advanced classes worked, he always felt at ease when his mother was involved.

Having already finished an entire burger, he felt as though the taste was extremely heavy and hearty. Eating, and flavor overall, had to take a back-seat, as he spent nearly every waking hour studying, he prioritized the ability to eat while multitasking. Unfortunately, greasy burgers were not conducive to keeping a pile of important papers clean.

“I even heard that inorganic chemistry is even harder, I feel like acing the first few tests gives me a good idea of what to expect.” William continued between fries. “Once you understand how to study and, like, how to find a good group to study with, everything seems to fall into place. It becomes easy in a way. I mean, the tests aren’t easy, but the process becomes easier.”

Sarah’s eyebrows raised. “So, you’re getting used to this? It sounds like a lot of work!”

William grinned. “Oh yeah, with the right group, it gets easier by a ton! It almost becomes fun. I’m sounding like a nerd now, aren’t I?”

Smiling, Sarah stated “Oh, you’re not a nerd! You’re just a hard-working guy! I prefer the word ‘scholar.’”

A pang of anxiety burst in his chest. Internally, that's what he knew he was. A nerd. Spending too much of his time on academics, he didn’t embrace his time as a student to build friendships or romantic relationships. He didn’t like to be reminded of the fact that, even though he had plenty of opportunity, he was still a virgin. Never even came close to intimacy with another woman before.

The anxiety turned to irritation as he noticed a woman, a little older than he was, stare at him from across the restaurant. Trying to maintain eye contact with his mother, he couldn’t help but flutter his eyes as the blonde woman twiddled her hair, appearing to be transfixed on him alone. She didn’t even have any food in front of her, she appeared to be weirdly focused on him. Irritation then morphed into an odd sense of sadness, as he knew, deep down, that the woman wasn’t staring at him because she found him attractive. Though he didn’t think there was anything particularly wrong with the way he dressed or looked, he thought there must be some way he carried himself that women found repulsive.

A lump built in the back of William’s throat, which just added to his sense of extreme discomfort. “Yeah, scholar, that’s a good word for it, I guessed.” William said as he tried his hardest to maintain eye contact with his mother, yet still feeling the searing gaze from behind her. “I’m… I’m done now.” His anxiety now palpable, he balled up his wrappers and put them in the empty McDonald’s cup, as he always did.

“Aww, you still do that?” Sarah asked, almost excitedly. “You’ve always been so neat and clean!”

William blushed, noticing that the blonde woman a few tables behind him was still staring at him with a stern, almost angry expression on her face. Her dark brown eyes felt as though they were piercing his soul. “Yeah.” He muttered. “Let’s just go.”

---

“Alright, alright!” Sarah said, half-mockingly as she followed William out the door, not knowing what caused his abrupt change of mood. “Are you… feeling alright, sweetie?” She asked, seeing him move somewhat quickly, “storming” she would say.

Taking a turn down the alleyway, William stopped just as quickly as he left, the gravelly surface of the ground crunching below him as he almost stomped. At the end of the passage, just in front of the parking lot, stood a silhouette of a somewhat tall woman, maybe 5’9 from the look of her. With her hands on her hips, she appeared to be oddly domineering with owl-like eyes that stared daggers both at her and at William. Though she didn’t know who this person was, she felt somewhat threatened, even with her son there.

As she watched William ball his fists, you wondered why he’d react so strongly to a stranger. Even with him putting one foot in front of the other, she didn’t move. She just stood there. Though Sarah felt somewhat disconcerted, she felt somewhat confident that both she and William would be able to “take her” if she did something untoward. Not wanting any harm to come to her beloved son, she still felt proud of him for being able to bravely march forward in a strange situation.

The blonde took a few steps forward, almost in response to their movement. Wearing short jean shorts and a white blouse, she still had her hands on her hips and moved somewhat seductively. Slowly. As the two were mere feet away from the strange woman, who was right in the middle of the thin alleyway, William muttered “Excuse me” in an oddly loud, confident way.

The woman didn’t move.

As she stood there, silently, William moved to her left side and Sarah to her right. Feeling awkwardly close to her, she just stared straight forward, her weirdly modelesque face frozen in an expression that looked like anger. Maybe rage.

Sarah lightly bumped into her elbow, which didn’t have much give, before she jumped in shock as the woman’s face dove right for her. Thinking she was being headbutted, she shrieked in surprise as the woman’s blonde hair bounced and she puffed a lungful of hot breath over her face. Smelling weirdly sour, Sarah couldn’t help but roll her eyes back into her head. It was as if she were getting high or something, as she did ages ago, back in her early twenties. The dizziness washed over her immediately, causing her to stumble, her red hair falling over her face.

Her son turned around, having passed the woman, yelling “What the fuck? What did you just do?”

The woman wordlessly raised her right hand, which clearly had a neon pink ring, looking almost like it was made of rubber. The garish piece of jewelry clashed with both her outfit and the surrounding environment as Sarah, between coughs, noticed it began to glow right in front of William’s face.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” William shouted, as the woman’s body remained eerily still. Now bracing herself on the brick wall, Sarah could hardly hold her body upright, feeling her polished, red nails scrape against the mortal. Knowing her red dress was now scuffed, she tried holding her face, but she couldn’t stay balanced. The dizziness intensified, as did the glow on the woman’s ring.

The blonde’s face now looked near-maniacal as the ring’s glowing began to pulse rhythmically, filling the dark alley with a hot pink light. Sarah was now on her hands and knees as she felt William’s hand on her back. “Come on, mom! We gotta go! Please!” Her legs began to jiggle as the ring’s beam began to brighten rapidly, almost blinding them, before blinking as if it were a strobe light.

As she felt her son’s arm rip her wrist from the ground, she could hardly walk as the blinking mixed with the dizziness forced her back to the floor again. This time, pulling her son down with her. The blonde woman’s footsteps approached rapidly, as now they could both feel her presence hovering over them. Painfully craning her neck upwards, Sarah saw her face, which was now twisted in a maniacal expression, widened eyes, up-turned brows, and a frighteningly wide grin.

Then darkness.

---

“Oh my God, sweetie! Thank God you’re okay!” William barely had his eyes open as he felt his mother’s embrace. The air nearly squeezed from his chest, he looked forward to see his mother, looking exhausted, in front of a battleship grey backdrop.

“Wha - what happened?” William asked as he slowly blinked, sitting on a dingy mattress with no bed frame.

“That woman! That crazy, evil woman must have brought us here! You know! We were there in the alley and then… zap! We’re here!”

Looking around, he noticed the room they were trapped in was constructed in a bizarre fashion, he could see that scattered over the wall were seemingly randomly-placed black half-spheres, obviously cameras of some kind, as well as a small, white box with a circle of holes punctured through the front, a speaker of some kind.

“Well, we gotta get out of here, then, mom!” William said as he walked over to the big, metal door that appeared to be flush with the wall. Grasping at the edges and prodding them with his nails, he found himself to be unable to even budge the opening. Grunting, he tried to put his fingers through the gap, but not even his most forceful push caused any sway.

“We’re locked in here, mom” he said as he looked to his mother, sitting on the mattress with her red dress, looking as though she was going to cry. Walking over to the speaker, he tapped on the cluster of holes. “Hello? Anyone there? It’s time to let us out.” He tapped a few more times. “Hello? Does this work?” He turned his head backwards and sighed.

Now holding his hand on one of the black half-spheres, he tried to pull it free from the wall, but it didn’t budge. Twisting it, William attempted to check if it was screwed away. As he felt pain in his fingertips, he quickly realized it didn’t.

He stepped back as each of the half-spheres turned from black to magenta, almost the same color as the woman’s ring in the alleyway. Staring forward, he noticed them begin to glow lightly.

“William, what’s going on?” his mother asked as she curled into a ball on the mattress.

The nubs sticking from the walls began to flash brightly, almost blinding William. He stepped back, feeling his legs begin to almost grow numb. He felt different, but in a way he couldn’t articulate either with words or in his emotions. “Mom, I feel… weird? Funny?” He turned to her as she stared back at him with a horrified expression.

“Oh, holy Shi-- William! You’re… you’re….” Her voice sounded frantic as he looked towards the wall and noticed it shifting. The pink numbs seemed to be sliding upwards.

Turning around, he couldn’t maintain his balance, causing him to fall on his back. Looking up at his mother, she looked as though she were getting further away. As she looked down at him, the horror turned to terror. The pink light reflected off her face, causing her to look like an eerie half-silhouette. She jumped as she realized what was happening before William did.

“AIIIIYEE!! William! You’re really getting smaller! You’re -- AIIYEEE!”

His mother looked completely monstrous at this point as he could feel his back shift against the cold floor. The sight of his own mother, once a calming influence, now appeared tremendously threatening, like a looming storm cloud. “Mom! Mom - what’s going on?”

As her face blurred with distance, her expression grew more shocked as her red hair hung downwards. William looked up to see his mother’s face stare down at him, her lip quivering, as her eyes began welling up. As he began crawling away from her, a single tear fell from her eye, landing on him and soaking his shirt in warm, salty liquid. Now covering her face, she leaned back on the mattress and screamed. “William! Oh my God!”

William stared upwards, shivering. Finding himself on a completely flat, concrete floor. Craning his neck upwards, he could feel an aching crick in his neck as he gasped. The flat ground appeared nearly endless. The walls seemed so far away they blurred with extreme distance. Blinking, his heart rate began to rise as he had no idea how big he was at this point. The air smelled musty, as if he was in a warehouse.

Scanning his new environment, his mind could barely comprehend the scale of the room he was now surrounded by. The walls appeared to go up almost infinitely, just as dingy as the floor. The solidly grey environment was much more imposing, now appearing less as a room and more as an entire prison.

He grit his teeth as he saw an immense, white object in front of him, looking like a used, uncovered mattress with no bed frame. He felt a chill through his spine as he felt the floor begin to vibrate as an immense form of some kind began to move on the bed itself. Mouth agape, William stared upward to see what looked like tremendous, red sand dunes shift over the rim of the near-endless mattress. A tremendous, teary, womanly voice whispered “What… what the… what the fuck is going on?”

His heart lit up, expressing an alien emotion he’d never experienced before. A sense of calming familiarity clashing with the terror of the unknown. His mother’s voice sounded absolutely frenzied. Still on his back, he continued shivering as he crab-walked backwards in reflex as he saw her bright red hair fall as she lifted up her upper body on the bare mattress. Wincing, he saw her sizable breasts fall and lightly jiggle below her red dress as they landed above her thin, fit belly. She was truly enormous, a size extremely difficult for his brain to accept. Her face looked slightly hazy, as the vast distance between them made everything unclear.

Seeing her rub her face, she was obviously dizzy, looking almost as delirious as him. Watching her body forced a sense of unease and nausea to wash through him, especially because she seemed to have lost track of where he was on the floor. Coughing, he kept trying to piece together what had happened. “I’m… tiny. Mom’s not. I’m here with mom. I’m… oh my God. I’m tiny. I’m like an inch tall.” His mind was completely scrambled. Far outside the ability for him to contextualize.. He gripped at his clothes, pinching himself, trying to convince himself this experience wasn’t a dream.

Trying to find his footing, his legs felt as if they were made of gelatin. Looking upwards at his tremendous, groggy mother, he attempted to call out, but could only cough. His hands on his knees, he found it was extraordinarily difficult to maintain balance. Hacking a few more painful wheezes, he regained composure and managed to stand on both legs without falling.

“Hey! Mom! I’m down here!” He shouted, as he saw his mother’s body jump, her skin jiggling.

“Wha? William? Oh my God...” She sounded panicked as she immediately covered her cheeks in horror. “What? Oh my God! Where did you go?” Her voice was cracking, as though she were about to cry.

“Down here!” William screamed so hard he could feel his vocal cords burn.

His mother’s face twisted into one of pure horror. Her eyes widened below arched brows, her thick lips fell agape, she immediately blushed. She shrieked.

“AAAIIIIYYEEEEE! Oh my God! What did they do to you? What the fuck! AAAIIIIYYEEEEEE!”

William covered his embarrassed face as he saw her make eye contact right before the piercing scream. “Mom! Mom! It’s okay! I’m not hurt! Are you okay?”

A tear ran down her cheek, causing her black eyeliner to begin running. “I… I think so… oh my God. My poor baby… How did you… What did they…” She whispered as she leaned forward, putting her hand out. “Just come over to my hand, sweetie. I’ll keep you safe. I’d rather you be with me than on that cold floor, come on.”

His mother’s incredibly immense hand radiated an uncanny warmth as it lowered in front of him in a gentle cupped gesture. William, still dizzy, put his hand on the tremendous finger before him, feeling the strange leather-like texture as he hoisted himself on to the hand. The flesh below felt clammy and a bit moist, as his mother looked as though she was sweating as she breathed heavily, her heart obviously pounding.

As she lifted him up off the ground, William experienced the sharp sensation of ascent bursting through his chest as motion blur washed out his view for a split-second.

A sudden shift indicated him being held close to his mother’s chest as she still covered her now-monstrous cleavage. Her dress, seeming to have been nearly torn in the attack, was now much looser on her body than it had been. Looking up, he could see a clear view up her nostrils, as well as an incredibly worried expression. His mother got up and walked towards the door, still cupping him in her hand. After trying to stick her nails through the gap between the door and the wall, she quickly gave up, realizing this task was impossible. Not only was there no handle on the door, but it was also completely locked. With no other indication of an exit, she sat back down on the mattress.

“I guess we have to wait to see what they want. Or something.” His mother bit her lip, obviously anxious, as a low, radio static began to hum from the white box.

Her red hair jumped as she quickly got up and ran over to the box. “Hey! Let us the fuck out of here! This is kidnapping! Let us out! Now!” She pounded on the speaker, not caring that her breasts were uncovered.

The static stopped and a woman’s squeaky voice crackled from the other side. “Kiss him.”

Both William and his mother looked at each other in confusion before her face quickly twisted into anger. “What the fuck? I’m not doing what you’re fucking saying! No way! Just let us out!”

A sigh from the other side blew into the microphone. “Ugh. Kiss him or I’ll shrink you with him. I’ll kill you both. Don’t test me. You’re the one locked naked in a box. Not me.”

“Kiss… him?” The redhead asked. “Kiss… my son? That doesn’t seem so bad…” Her voice seemed almost airy. “I’ll do it, but only because you threatened us.”

“Wha? Mom! You can’t just!” William felt a sense of extreme humiliation as he watched his own mother’s scarlet red lips descend for him. He put his arm up in instinctive defense as the warmth of his mother’s mouth covered his entire body.

“MMMMWAH!” His skin now covered in red lipstick mixed with a thin sheen of saliva, William couldn’t help but feel deeply disturbed as he noticed his mother’s tongue slightly peek out from between the immense lips in the middle of the peck.

“Was the tongue necessary?” He screamed, wiping a layer of goo off his torso, but succeeding only in smearing a red stain across his shirt.

Looking as if she were taken aback, his mother raised her eyebrows, “I… I don’t know why I did that, I didn’t want to, I just did!”

---

Sarah felt humiliated and horrified. She didn’t want to kiss her son, especially when he’s nude like that! Feeling his tiny body retch at the touch of her lips was heartbreaking to her. She was his sweet boy, she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. And yet, when the strange voice behind the speaker told her to kiss him, the threat felt truly dangerous. It felt real. It felt as though if she didn’t do it, she’d truly die.

The breathing from the speaker-box sounded almost gravelly, the sound quality being very low. “Now I want you both to…” The voice was low, womanly, and sultry. “I need you to both strip down. Naked. Right now.”

Now experiencing an almost electric jolt of terror pulse through her chest, she looked down at her tiny son, still sitting in her cupped hand. This voice appeared to be extremely compelling, though she had no idea why. Biting her lip, she felt a battle brewing inside her. On one side, she did not want to strip nude in front of her son, and on the other, she wished to do as the voice commanded, fearing what the person, or people who trapped them in there might do.

“I think we might have to, sweetie. I’m so, so sorry” Sarah said to her tiny son as she shook, watching his small body vibrate on her palm.

Reaching down to the bottom of her dress, she peeled it upwards rapidly, lightly gripping William as she tossed the scarlet fabric to the side. Now only in a bra and panties, she felt the sting of embarrassment as she felt her skin exposed to her son.

“Both of you have to strip.” The woman emphasized the word “both.”

---

William felt his mother’s hand emanate an uncanny level of heat as the immense, gentle fingers wrapped him up. Hearing a tidal wave of fabric flip, he had already known that his mother was beginning to follow her instructions. Now having been exposed to the light again, he couldn’t help but squint as he saw a flat, nearly pure white wall of his mother’s torso right in front of him. Her large breasts were cupped by her black bra, which hung directly over him.

Upon hearing the command from the speaker, William felt a lump form in his throat. He understood the implications of both him and his mother being nude and commanded by a stranger. The sense of violation was almost overwhelming. Feeling the urge to vomit, he kicked his shoes off and peeled his socks away. Gripping below his tee shirt, he quickly ripped it away and tossed it off the side of his mother’s palm.

“What’s she gonna make us do?” he thought, his heart racing. The very concept of being sexual with his own other was making him delirious with fear.

His hands shivered to the point where he almost lacked control over his own motor functions. Unbuttoning his jeans was nearly an impossible task, as the incessant shaking kept making his sweaty palms slip off the front. “Guh!” He grunted as he finally felt his waistline become free from the bite of his pants. Gritting his teeth, he accidentally scratched the side of his thighs as he pulled the pants down, both legs at once. Now only in his boxer-briefs, the sense of nausea intensified as he threw his pants off in the same arc he tossed his shirt.

Rolling in a ball, he wondered how far he could press his luck. His heart now aching, the speaker-box blasted a grainy scream. “I said get naked! Not down to your underwear! Strip! Fucking now!”

William gagged. Still feeling, and smelling, the warm flesh of his own mother’s hand, he had to keep himself from vomiting as he found himself slowly peeling away his boxer-briefs down his legs. Savoring every second he considered clothed, he retched as he tossed his underwear away and sat his bare ass on his mother’s hand. As he made contact with her skin, he felt a shiver run up his whole body as goosebumps formed over every inch of his skin.

Rolling in a ball, he made sure his genitals didn’t touch his mother’s palm. The shame would be far too much to bear. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed both his penis and scrotum between his thighs, trying not to let his mother see or feel them. His jaw now quivering, he knew that whatever the voice had planned was inevitably going to be sexual, forcing him to experience a piercing sense of violation that he experienced as a “bleeding on the inside.”

---

“Now take him to the mattress.” The voice was harsh. Extremely demanding, yet having a strange form of feminine vulnerability to it. “Sit down with him.”

She felt compelled to do as she was told. As if another person were controlling her body. She wanted, more than anything, to resist, to tell her “Fuck off,” but she just wordlessly obeyed. The worst part about it was that it felt oddly comforting, as if she trusted the person behind the speaker wouldn’t hurt her if she just did what was said.

“Make sure you’re in view of the camera.”

Turning towards the camera, she felt a little delirious, the little black sphere was vaguely threatening in its lifeless gaze. “Oh… okay…” Sarah said, her heart beginning to beat even faster now that she knew that something was off about her own behavior.

The voice behind the speaker angrily demanded “Hold him like a lollipop and lick him. Hard. Get him nice and wet.”

---

William couldn’t help but screech as his mother gripped his lower body tightly. His mother’s palm squeezed his legs and waist, including his genitals. “Wha… what are you doing, mom?”

The voice screamed “Do it! Or I’ll fucking kill you!”

His mind was flooded with a sense of disgust thus far unknown to him. William felt his mother’s warm, wet tongue glide over his belly, chest, and face, leaving a hot trail of sour slime. Almost able to feel the steam from the warm goo rising off of him, he could sense the cords of her spit drip from his outstretched arms. As he tried, in vain, to keep his mother’s tongue from worming over his naked body, he could only eke out “Mom! Stop! Mom! You don’t have to do this! Mom!”

The warm, slithering tongue dragged over his neck, his back, and his face, causing her saliva to soak into his hair. Now able to smell nothing but her heavy saliva, he found the odor to be so rank that it nearly burned his nostrils. Wet, slick sounds filled his eardrums as he felt chills electrify his spine as his own mother’s tongue probed everywhere above the balled fist that held him. Each caress of the immense, slick muscle felt supremely violating, as there was no real way to push back from the wet assault.

He had no clue how long it has been since his mom started licking him, but it felt as though it were an eternity before her tongue slithered its way back into her mouth. William, now completely covered in saliva, looked up, his mouth agape, completely stunned at what had just happened.

His mother boomed. “I… I’m sorry! I don’t know… I just don’t know what’s happening! I don’t want to do this. I’m so, so sorry. But I have to!”

Thinking back to the initial attack in the alleyway, William remembered an odd aspect of it, the woman breathing in his mother’s face. Blinking his eyes, feeling the spit sag down his eyelashes, he thought about a strange drug he read about in a class a few years ago. Hyoscine. Devil’s breath. Small doses of this hydrocarbon can force someone to be more suggestible. You wanted to vomit. This wasn’t happening.

---

Looking down at her son, Sarah was astonished at her own action. Though he didn’t appear to be physically hurt, he would have never wanted to cause that much trauma to him, even if she were forced. She just found the voice’s threats to be much more compelling than they should be. A sense of dread overcame her, as she had no idea to what extent she could be suggested.

“Flip him over. Give him some real tongue action.” The voice said as Sarah could hear a light moan coming from the speaker. “Ungh. Yeah. Make him cum.”

---

William felt his spit-soaked hair flop downwards as his mother obeyed the voice without skipping a beat. He kicked his legs in midair as he faced away from his mother’s body. She wouldn’t really do that, right? That was far too extreme a request for her to take, right? William’s mind continued to bargain, knowing deep down that he was just seconds away from being violated by his own mother. He winced, not wanting his first sexual experience to be with mom. He kept kicking, even as he felt the looming presence of her immense face hover over his upturned crotch. He could sense her mouth opening, letting loose the humid, heavy fog of her breath. Almost sensing the tongue leave his mother’s mouth, he wanted to bite his own tongue.

Agony.

His brain felt as though it was splitting in two as he felt his own mother’s immense, hot, soaked tongue slide along the inside of his thighs and the underside of his penis. The wet warmth of a tongue’s caress forced him to harden instantly, doubly so as his mother’s taste buds provided extra texture to the tongue’s sliding motion. Quickly and rhythmically dabbing, he could feel her warm saliva dripping from between his legs as she continued to rub against his now-throbbing hard cock.

Trying to resist the urge, he couldn’t help himself. To his great, nearly sanity-shattering shame, he moaned. He moaned because his own mother was now purposefully licking his dick. The unwanted pleasure sent shockwaves of mental pain through his mind, forcing him to feel intensely unclean as the tip of the tongue deftly slid along the tip of his penis, as if to intentionally cause him to squirm. Feeling a woman’s mouth on his cock was like nothing he’d ever experienced. The hot, rhythmic motion wasn’t like masturbation at all, in another situation it’d feel heavenly, but now he just felt as though he needed new skin. A new body. A new life.

“Ungh! Unf! Oh! Stop! Ungh! Mom! Ungh! Stop! Please! Ungh!” He tried to resist, but his mother’s tongue was relentless as it continued sliding over him. Even as it missed, slightly, and grazed the inside of his legs, William wished he could turn inside out. He wished he could go unconscious. He wished he could do anything to escape his reality. So he came.

The blast of pure sexual pleasure felt almost the opposite of the way it was supposed to. It was an explosion of unwanted, backwards gratification as he felt himself release over his mother’s tongue, still held upside-down. Now choking, he could feel tears fall from his eyes as the glow from the orgasm faded. He felt as if he were a different person now. As his mother flipped him back right-side-up, he couldn’t help but hold his head down low, his neck now as limp as his dick.

---

Sarah wanted to cry, but she somehow couldn’t. Seeing her perfect boy in her hand limp and defeated as she tasted a salty dab of his cum in her mouth, she wanted to do anything to help him. To stop giving in to these threats. To save him. She could only make a pained expression looking down at him, knowing she couldn’t.

By this point, her makeup was completely smeared. Her hair was a complete mess, her eyeliner was running down her cheeks. She was sweaty. Knowing she looked like a complete mess, she just stared into the camera, feeling the need to wait for new orders. Hanging her head low, she knew that her only real act of resistance she could muster was not playing to the cameras.

The speaker crackled back to life as a woman’s sexual moan broke the silence. “Ungh. Yeah. It’s time for him to return the favor. Shove him up your MILF-y snatch. Do it, cunt.”

She froze. The tears broke loose. She could feel her eyelids grow heavy as her eyes grew watery, causing one to fall down the side of her cheek. This couldn’t be happening. She repositioned herself on the mattress, laying down and spreading her legs wide open. Wanting, with all of her heart, to not do this, she could feel her hand containing William, sweet little William, her darling boy, down to her vagina. The part of her mind that wanted her to stop and the part that wanted her to jam him in quickly were at odds, causing her to descend him down to her crotch torturously slowly. Dragging him along the skin of her flat belly led her to scraping him over her bright red pubic hairs. She grit her teeth hard as she reached between her crotch.

Sarah couldn’t do it. She held him there. The conflict in her mind was beyond the scope of what she was able to handle. Wanting to slam him deep inside her and use him as a dildo versus bringing him back up to her chest and covering him with her hands. She knew which side would win out, she was just delaying the inevitable.

---

William’s nostrils burned with the scent of cunt. His brain felt nearly completely fried as he looked up and saw his own mother’s pussy lips above a glistening, wet vagina. Completely dripping with thick, gamy fluid, he could see it leaking downwards over a sweat-covered taint to a wrinkly, brown asshole, all covered in curly, red hairs, with a few grey ones interspersed.

Not knowing if disgust was the emotion he was feeling, the waiting of being held in front of his own mother’s pussy seemed to stretch time to its absolute limit. Each second truly felt like an hour. Able to do nothing but squirm and cry, William attempted to do something he had never tried before: meditate. He thought hard about being on a nice beach or sitting in a long, boring class, but he continuously found himself ripped back to the horrifying reality of being an inch or two tall and held in front of his own mother’s pussy.

A thrust forward and he screamed. Every cell in him wished to fly away, but the contact wasn’t immediate. He just found himself close, impossibly close, to the entrance to the throbbing, pink hole.

Hearing a scream, he felt another forceful push forward, but, strangely, his mother missed. Immediately heaving, the hot slime between his mother’s pussy and anus slid against him. Fully expecting to be plunged into the tunnel before him, he found himself tasting a vile, thick mixture of both pussy fluid and sweat. Immediately attempting to spit it out, he found it left a stubborn coating on the inside of his mouth.

Now hearing his mother screaming from above, he felt himself thrust forward again, with much more force.

---

She couldn’t take it. He was going in. Sarah thrust her son forward and inserted his head directly into her pussy. She grit her teeth so hard she could hear them squeak together. “I can’t do this! No! I can’t!” She screamed again, slowly sliding him into her cunt.

Instinctively clenching, Sarah knew it’d do nothing. She couldn’t shove him in the rest of the way. There was a certain mental block that was keeping her from doing it. Knowing it was something truly wrong, she slipped him out of her crotch and saw him, coughing on her pussy juice, cords of vaginal fluid connecting him to the space between her legs. Something snapped in her. The resistance she built up to shoving her son into her seemed to break and an immense pressure forced her to reach a little lower.

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As his face came into contact with the immense pussy before him, his heart felt as though it was going to explode. He had never touched a vagina before and the soft, wet texture now wrapped him up to his shoulders. The tremendous hole gushed the thick, gamy goo, which he was forced to taste, as the walls around him seemingly quivered, as if his mother were clenching. Another thrust forward and he was in up to his elbows. The pitch darkness held him, he could feel his mom’s heartbeat race through the slick walls.

Screaming, he felt his face become covered in a thick cluster of bubbles. His own mother’s fluid popped and spluttered around his face as his bare skin came into contact with the enveloping walls. Now unable to breathe, he squirmed as hard as he possibly could as he felt himself quickly pulled out of the hole with a disgusting, slick “slurp” sound. Spitting out several mouthfuls of fluid, he still hung his head low, knowing that the slime hung from his face. Held tightly by his arms, he could only feel the infuriating tingle as they snapped one by one back into his face.

Breathing a few deep, humid breaths, he felt an extraordinarily forceful launch forward. William could only gasp in a feeling of explosive horror as he saw his mother’s wrinkly asshole head towards him at an unfathomable speed before the entire top half of his body was enveloped in impossibly tight, wet heat.

The ring of her anus effortlessly glided over his tiny, lubricated head as she quickly slotted his flesh against hers. William could do nothing but cringe as he found himself tightly wrapped in the rectum of his own mother. Another solid, forceful press and he could sense his hands slide through the asshole, essentially freeing him to press against the tight, pulsing walls. Though they had a surprising amount of give, each thrash he made was met by a near-explosive, crunching clench that pressed his arms back into his torso.

A true, complete sense of being unclean felt as though it truly cracked his sanity. The slick walls appeared to hug him with an uncanny care as he felt himself slid in further. As he thrashed with the constant furor of a trapped animal, William felt his identity slip away from him. Every aspect of who he was as a person now felt stripped away and replaced with the pure, primal will to live. He could feel his mother’s heartbeat pulse over him, over the constant squelching and rumbling of the guts twisting above. The very fact that he was now trapped within his mother’s ass was enough to cause him to bite his lip so hard he broke the skin.

Now tasting a mixture of blood, sweat, and pussy, he couldn’t do anything but writhe like a cut worm as he was inserted down to his ankles. Growling, his eyes widened despite the pitch darkness, he didn’t care about anything but the effort to escape. He tried suppressing the thought of what the rectum was used for, but it was absolutely no use. Completely trapped within the most vile area of his mother’s body, a true sense of panic seeped into his core. Every single thought of his became scrambled to the point where the very idea of “thinking” in itself became impossible. He operated fully on instinct, especially as he felt his ankles gripped by his mother’s delicate fingers.

Slipped out halfway, he tried to aid in his own escape, but his heart burst into a painful form of horror as he felt himself slide right back in. In the relentless dissonance of his mind, the word “Dildo” sprang up multiple times. “Mom” “Dildo” “Using me”

Far too panicked to form any coherent thoughts, the very sensation of his own mother’s anal ring rhythmically sliding against him caused his panic to bottom out. He was only capable of inhuman howling as he sensed his whole body being used to pleasure his mom’s asshole. Spreading it open widely, with each thrust forward he could feel the rectum begin to loosen more and more with each push forward. The rhythm quickened until the point where he was overwhelmed with motion. It was as if he was tied to a plane propeller, both the inside of his mind and the outside of his skin were warped, stuck in a world of pure chaos.

The fluid around him developed a horrid, frothy texture as he found himself beginning to lose grip on any semblance of reality. Pure darkness combined with the unbelievable scenario he found himself in forced himself into a form of forced meditation. Only able to perceive abstract shapes and lights, he could feel himself begin to loosen up as he accepted his lack of control in the situation. As he began finding a sense of peace in this new dreamlike state, William was quickly ripped away as he was ripped from his mother’s asshole and quickly dropped back on the mattress.

Inhaling a lungful of relatively fresh air, he immediately coughed on his mother’s anal froth. Spitting out the gamy mixture, he tried to get on his hands and knees, but all his limbs failed out from under him as he looked up to see his mom’s asshole, which now gaped above him.

Coughing out another wad of his mother’s body fluid, he could feel the mattress below him begin to soak. Defeated, he knew that he was at the complete whim of the speaker-woman’s commands. Now experiencing a dumb electric hum below his skin, he could only fall limp as he felt his mother lift him up again.

Feeling his body being dragged along the surface of his mother’s belly, he couldn’t even react as he had to hear her weeping.

“I’m so, so sorry, sweetie. I’m so sorry.” His mother’s makeup was now fully smeared, caked down the sides of her cheeks in a wet, uneven pattern. Even her lipstick was mussed, pink smudges surrounding her mouth. He could tell she was quivering as the tears fell down her face.

“Ungh.” A sexual moan crackled from the speaker-box. “Your next command is gonna be important. Ungh!” The woman speaking sounded as though she was in the middle of a frantic masturbation session, the wet thrusts audible through the static. “Eat him. You’re gonna eat him. You’re gonna fucking swallow him whole. Ungh.” The woman behind the speaker breathed deeply. “Right down your fucking throat. Right now.”

“N-no!” His mother screamed, almost piercing his eardrums. Sounding louder and more panicked than she had ever done throughout this whole ordeal, William felt her palm grip him with a light squishing sound as the fluids were pressed into his hair. “I’m not gonna eat my son! You crazy, evil bitch!”

William’s heart pounded. Though the idea of being eaten by his own mother felt horrifying on its face, the back of his mind begged for release, not knowing how he could live on having been through this experience.

A pounding came from the other end of the speaker box. “Shut the fuck up! You hear me? You’re going to be eaten too if you don’t do what I fucking say! You already licked him. You already fucked him! You’re gonna fucking swallow him now like he’s a load of cum. Ungh! Yeah!”

William’s mother looked down at him, her tears stopped flowing. Now held in her palm, the cords of anal slime connected him down to his mother’s hand. Trying to crawl backwards, he could feel the stickiness of it glue him to the surface. His heart sank deeply as he knew she was considering it, just as he had to consider the concept of his own death.

“I can’t do this, I can’t. I just can’t! Please, don’t make me do this! Don’t make me eat my only child! Please!” His mother was now begging the speaker box. He could now feel her pulse through her palm, her skin now radiating much more heat than it was before. Her pores now almost ejected sweat, appearing much more apparent at this size. He could tell that she was scared, not only of the voice, but of herself. What she was capable of.

“I told you three times now. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Now you’re not just gonna eat him. You’re gonna tease him first. You’re gonna make him scared. You’re gonna make things so much worse for him. Mmmf! Yeah!” The rhythmic slapping from the other end continued to be the unmistakable sound of a woman plunging herself with some kind of sex toy. The thought of someone watching and masturbating to his danger filled William with a sense of uncanny, but impotent rage.

His mother began to shake as she pinched his ankles and held him upside down. Her jaw was quivering seconds before an uncanny emotionless expression washed over her face. William’s heart sank. She’s made her decision. He was going to end up swimming in his own mother’s stomach. He felt a sense of defeat come over him as his mother’s mouth contorted into a sick grin, having given in to the orders shouted at her through the box. Now knowing there was no use in fighting anymore, he felt himself go limp and just let her have her way with him.

Thinking back on his life, he could have never imagined his own loving, supportive mother to end his life in such a cruel manner. The memories he was now trying to hide within were now tainted with sexuality, a stain he knew would never come out even if he managed to survive this. He grit his teeth and waited for the inevitable.

“My little sweetie’s gonna have a good time in mommy’s belly, aren’t you?” Barely able to open his eyes, he knew that she was just following the compulsion of the commands. The teasing wasn’t nearly as demanding as forcing her to use him as an anal dildo. “You’re gonna slide right down my throat and go into my tummy! Right below where you are, see?” He felt his feet forcefully dragged over her belly button, his mother now swirling his legs in a circle around it.

Oddly heartened by these threats, he knew that, once he was eaten, the nightmare would end. “It’ll be nice and warm in mommy’s tummy. I promise. You’ll have lots of fun in there with all those chicken nuggets.”

He didn’t even have enough energy to feel disgusted at his own fate, even as she brought him above her face. Looking downwards, he didn’t even see his own mother. He saw some delirious, broken woman with running makeup and dead eyes. As he watched her lips part, he couldn’t feel the warmth of her breath, as he was still covered in hot slime.

Now sticking her tongue out, William felt a short pang of surprise as he was dropped on the slick surface. With no desire to resist, he just laid down, limp and lifeless, as the tongue slid back into her mouth.

Immediately inundated with a torrent of bubbly saliva, William felt a kind of ironic freedom as he felt himself washed around, completely at the mercy of his own mother. Her anal slime quickly washed away and replaced with spit, William just closed his eyes in the darkness and felt the immense tongue wash him next to her cheeks, over her hard palate, and over the large, disc-shaped tastebuds that lined the back of her throat.

He did not feel anything at all when she swallowed with a loud “gluck” sound.

Now held tightly by another ring of flesh, William’s face sagged as he made his descent deep into his mother’s body. His brain now able to form more coherent thoughts, he reflected on the long life that was robbed from him. How he was never able to truly lose his virginity. Not really. How he wasn’t able to graduate. How he wasn’t able to establish himself independently. How he was never able to truly live.

The esophagus gently gripped him and spluttered him out horizontally, as his mom was still laying down on the mattress, into a dark, stinging stomach. Immediately met with the chunky mass of digesting chicken nuggets, William felt his conquered soul settle down between two of his own mother’s stomach folds. The air was heavy and noxious, to the point that the fog appeared to cling to his eyes and burn.

Lifting up both of his arms, he found them to feel as though they were being weighed down. The heavy slime mixed with the relentless pounding of the anus he was trapped in earlier combined to make even vain opposition completely impossible. He could only cough as he felt his skin begin to sting. The mucus-laden ocean of hot slime lapped away at his limp form. His light felt gone, as he only felt alive inside his own head. No desire to fight, no desire to push against the rippling walls, no desire to even scream. He was done. Even if he were somehow miraculously rescued, he had no idea how he’d go on living having experienced what he had.

He wanted to reflect on any good memories he had, but they were all of his supportive mother, the very person he was going to die inside. William felt as though he were being crushed, knowing that he sacrificed having a fulfilling youth for a bright and hopeful future, a choice which he now regretted more than anything. As a thick drop of mucus slimed over his head, he just kept wondering why it had to be him to go through all this.

His eyes and genitals now felt as though they were being fried in the sour, dark, foul soup of his mother’s stomach. Now reflecting on what could have been a more horrific death, his mind, which was not functioning at full capacity, could not think of anything. Used as an anal dildo by your own mother before being digested alive in a slime-laden vat of acid. “Can’t get worse than this” he thought, as his consciousness began to truly wander.

As he felt his skin begin to flake away, becoming one with the churning goo that surrounded him, he wondered how his mother would feel once she came back to her senses. What the mysterious woman had planned. If she’d ever get out of the situation. He couldn’t care. He earnestly tried, but as he felt his fingernails begin to drift away, he found that any emotion at all was too much for him to muster. Slipping further down the soft, churning walls of his mother’s stomach, he allowed his head to slip below the bubbling surface. Now completely without air, he knew he could probably hoist himself up over the surface if he really tried, but he didn’t. He wanted this to be over.

After his air reserves ran out, he could feel his lungs fill with his mother’s puke. Spasming in reflex, he lacked the energy to embrace any last thoughts. He slipped under the surface completely defeated, reduced to an unthinking husk before his heart made its last few beats.

---

Sarah was curled up in a ball on the mattress crying harder than she ever had in her life. Clutching her stomach, she kept screaming “My boy! My William! No!” between broken gasps of sorrow-induced grief. Knowing she couldn’t simply vomit him up, as the voice told her to keep it down, her sadness completely overwhelmed every sense as she rolled around the mattress, still feeling her rectum attempt to regain its original shape.

“My son!” she howled. “My only son! I can’t! I can’t deal with this! My William! My sweetie, no!” She grabbed the skin on her flat stomach, dragging her nails along the surface and leaving pink scratch marks.

The front of the mattress now completely stained with tears and snot, the voice coming from the other end let out a distinctly sexual moan, seemingly in response to Sarah’s cries.

“Fuck you!” Sarah cried out in response as she pressed her face deep into the mattress before screaming so loudly and so forcefully that her lungs cracked. Wanting nothing more than to die, Sarah went limp on the mattress, tears still gushing from her bloodshot eyes.

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Maggie stared at the wall of screens intently, shoving a large, glass dildo into her pussy. Breathing heavily, she felt an obscene sense of exhilaration both at the situation she caused and at the beautiful footage she was recording. Sitting back in her large, cushioned gaming chair, the blonde woman continued forcefully plunging the thick rod into her pussy, making sure to press the button whenever she moaned.

Feeling no greater pleasure than the complete domination of strangers using her new shrinking ring, she surprised even herself at how cruel she could be with her own private little torture chamber. And this stuff was in serious demand, too!

Wondering what she was going to do with that annoying, weepy redhead on her screen, she pressed the button and screeched a pleasured shriek as a vile new idea popped into her mind.

[supernova]

ANOTHER NEW STORY
Backwashed (F/f, Soft Vore, Unaware, Digestion)

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Backwashed
By Supernova

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Bouncing her leg in the over the hospital room’s cold, white floor, Michelle struggled to scan the lines of her chemistry textbook as she attempted to thumb in the answers to her homework on her phone. Darting her eyes up every few seconds to see how her younger sister was doing, the consistent beeping of the machinery suggested that she remained stable, despite the various tubes and bandages scattered across her body.

An electric pain gripping her chest at all times, Michelle was in near-constant fear of losing her, though the doctors in the ward insisted she’d wake up in less than a week.

Rushing between the hospital, the university, and her job at the coffee shop every day for the past several days, Michelle only went back to her apartment to shower. Barely able to even lift a pen without quivering, her emotional state shifted between anxiety and rage, having been given no time off work, nor any assignment extensions for her classes even in spite of the car accident that nearly claimed a family member’s life. Having no recourse, with her finals only a week away, Michelle simply had to forego a normal sleep schedule, electing to take quick naps in the chair next to her sister’s bed.

Her frizzy, unbrushed hair in a ponytail, she wore no makeup and skipped her skincare routine, causing her to look as she felt: an exhausted mess. A breakout of zits below the left corner of her mouth and massive, dark bags under her eyes, Michelle’s normally glowing ochre skin now looked flat and greasy.

As she tried to press the solutions to a redox equation into her phone, the annoyingly obtuse software marked it incorrect due to an extra space. She lost one out of three tries because her shivering fingers entered in (aq ) as opposed to (aq). She grit her teeth, pursed her lips, and exhaled slowly as she clicked each button on the phone individually to make sure that the notation was exactly right. Michelle squeezed her toes together as she looked at the corner of her phone. Work was in thirty minutes. God damn it.

She twirled the pink ring her friend Maggie gave her after her sister’s accident. Finding relief in both how she could use it to fidget and the fact that it could be used as a weapon of near-unfathomable power, she found it to be the only thing keeping her grounded during this stressful time.

Slipping her phone in her pocket and clunking her fat textbook into her backpack, Michelle hesitated in the doorway. Looking back at her sister, she began to feel the familiar anxiety she always felt when they were separated from each other. “She’ll get better if I’m there or not,” she whispered to herself as she stormed out the door, trying not to stop again. Michelle, practically forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other, walked out of the trauma ward down to the parking garage. Upon finding her car, she couldh’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness as she saw her crumpled-up apron and stupid-looking forest green visor laying there in the passenger seat.

She sighed, put the car in reverse, and tried her best to be kind to the worker at the toll booth. Paying for parking at a hospital was an undeniably toxic grift, but she knew better than to take it out on the person stuck in that booth all day.

“Have a nice day,” the guy muttered.

Michelle wanted to say something snotty like “I’m not... but whatever,” but instead elected to smile and say “You too!”

After pulling up to the coffee shop, Michelle felt her jaw quiver and her heart palpitate. Resisting the urge to put it in “R” and just speed back to the hospital to skip her shift, she squeezed her teeth together, grabbed her apron and hat, and put on the wrinkled accessories in the parking lot. Tying her unkempt hair in a ponytail, she didn’t even want to look in a mirror. She knew she looked like shit.

After setting up the play with her coworker, she felt a pang of rage as she noticed the slobs from the morning shift didn’t even mop the floors. Michelle pursed her lips so hard she felt as though she may bruise them. She grabbed the cleaning supplies and, across just fifteen minutes, did an intentionally half-assed job, leaving piles of coffee grounds beneath shelves as if it were some impotent form of power reclamation.

Her coworker was highly distracted, as she had to restock the pastries under the glass, so Michelle took the first few customers. A reasonably polite young lady, a short-spoken older woman, and a matronly woman wearing an ugly pantsuit.

As her coworker went into the rear area to thaw some frozen pastries, Michelle’s blood ran cold. Having worked at this place for years, she could tell just by the way a customer opened the door that they were going to be a bitch.

An older woman, possibly mid-forties, walked quickly through the shop with a poised, confident gait. She wore her short, black hair in a bob-like style and had on a sleeveless turquoise top with an elaborate golden pattern on the front. Attractive, Michelle looked into her dark, brown eyes and saw lifelessness. A scorn. She could feel the muscles in her shoulders tense up.

The woman hustled right up to the counter with almost uncanny speed, leaned forward far enough that Michelle could smell her toxic patchouli-esque perfume, and sputtered, quickly and loudly.

“I’ll have an iced white chocolate mocha. Venti.”

“Coming right up. What’s your name, ma’am?” Michelle responded politely, as per her training.

“I’m the only one in the store, what do you need my name for?” The woman responded tersely, looking down at her smartphone, one of the new ones with a foldable screen.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am. Your order will be coming right up. The total will be five dollars and fifteen cents.” Michelle tried to sound as much like a GPS robot as she could, though she couldn’t help let her words be tinged by the venom she felt for this woman.

Without making eye contact, the black-haired woman slipped her black credit card out from a slip in the phone’s case and tossed it on the counter in front of Michelle without even looking. As the card stopped its skid, Michelle picked it up, her hand quivering, and ran it through the card reader on the register. Forced to put in a name for the receipt, Michelle just entered in “mam,” not thinking that she should have put “customer” until the receipt was already printed.

“Here you go!” Michelle extended her arm, the white, curly receipt pinched between two fingers.

The woman continued looking at her phone, ignoring her.

“Ma’am?” Michelle said, trying to keep her arm from shaking.

The woman, after pressing a few buttons on her touch screen, wordlessly snatched it away from Michelle’s hands with a little too much force without ever looking back up. Michelle hesitated for just one second before she stepped over to the preparation area.

Having all the recipes memorized by now, Michelle pulled her espresso shots over the white mocha, then added milk. The synthetically sweet aroma was sickening to her. She promised herself that she’d never drink coffee again after working there. At this point, the sputtering of her nearly empty whipped cream canister was enough to shatter her focus. Even the scent of coffee outside of work forced her to feel a sense of stress.

Sighing, wanting to get this bitch out of the store immediately, put the plastic cup on the reception counter. “Here’s your order ma’am!”

Picking up the plastic cup, the woman pursed her lips. Her voice changed from low condescension to squeaky, high-pitched anger. “Uh, excuse me, but what the fuck is this?”

Michelle felt a pang of anxiety. Did she fuck up?

“It’s your order.” She said, meekly, knowing that arguing back always escalated situations with these types. The last thing she wanted her to do was hit “Record” on that fucking phone.

“No. It’s not my order. You know what it is?” She slammed it into the garbage can next to her with such force that the lid broke, spilling a few lines of whip cream down the side. Another thing she’d have to wipe off later. “It’s trash. That’s what it is.”

“I apologize. I thought I heard you order as a Venti iced white chocolate mocha.” Michelle’s heart was pounding, every cell in her body was screaming at her to yell at this cunt, but she wouldn’t let those impulses take over.

Her hands shaking, she already started taking out the plastic cup.

“What are you doing? I didn’t even tell you what part you fucked up!” With emphasis on the word “fucked,” the bitch put her hands on her hips and stared at Michelle, as if she wanted to kill her.

“What was your order again, ma’am?” Michelle smiled, clenching her jaw so it wouldn’t quiver.

“I obviously said cold foam. No. Whip.” She squinted.

“Again, I apologize. I’ll fix your order for no extra charge.” Placing the cup under the various nozzles to make this awful-sounding concoction, Michelle forced herself to work slowly. Both to keep herself from screaming and to prevent herself from making another mistake.

From over the counter, the woman screeched. “And you look extremely unprofessional. Sort yourself out.” She looked down at her phone, pressing the touch screen hard enough for her nails to clatter against it loudly. “Most people can do this job without fucking up, y’know. They hire anyone these days, I guess.”

The pink ring.

Michelle froze, staring at it. This bitch could be gone in a literal instant and no one would know where she went. No one even knows that shrinking is even possible in modern engineering. People disappear all the time. In a moment, Michelle pierced her inner veil into the realm of insanity: She’s gotta go.

Slowly letting the coffee pour into the plastic cup, she tried remembering the shrinking ring’s settings her friend Maggie went over with her when she was gifted it. There was absolutely a setting for “Delayed-Onset: Radiation”. She could just shine the ring’s lazer into this bitch’s foam. She’d drink it and she’d just disappear into thin air in a split-second. Perfect. Exactly what she deserves.

Thumbing the ring, she knew that the settings were programmed via a series of tactile patterns “rubbed” over the outside of it and the center jewel was “clicked” so it’d activate.

Having practiced the patterns a few nights earlier, she hoped she wouldn’t “fuck up” this one. Three rubs left, one right, and then activate.

Looking over the counter again, the woman was still staring down at her phone. Letting the pink ring’s radiation illuminate the foam a bright pink color, she let the radiation sink in for five seconds. With no true confirmation, Michelle wouldn’t know if it worked until the actual shrinking process took place.

Letting the pinkness fade into the pure whiteness, she knew it was time. As soon as she slid the drink on the reception counter, she’d hit the activation jewel.

With a smirk on her face, Michelle almost slammed the drink on the countertop and clicked the activation jewel on her ring.

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She was swimming.

Michelle didn’t know how, or why, but it felt as though the floor fell out from under her and she was now in a universe of lukewarm, wet whiteness. Kicking her legs and thrashing, her heart now pounding within her chest, she tried to breathe through the shock, but the white substance that surrounded her kept being sucked into her mouth. She coughed.

“Wh-what’s happening?” She screamed, in desperation. Craning her neck and scanning her environment, she appeared to be covered in a milky-tasting substance underneath a transparent ceiling, beyond which is an immense, hanging light fixture with a forest green lampshade. Kicking her legs to stay afloat, she ran her fingers through her hair, finding that she was completely covered in this strange, almost sticky substance.

Oh, fuck no.

It was foam. Michelle screeched as the reality of her situation sank in. She was in this bitch’s fucking cup!

“Fuuuuuuck! Help me! I’m down here!” She flailed her arms.

“Took you long enough.” A loud voice boomed from above as the ocean of foam shifted from side-to-side, forcing it to pour over her again. Attempting to splash was useless, as the bubbly surface muffled all of her activity, weighing down on her and absorbing any sound she might make.

Wait! The ring! It could change her back! Wiping off her hand, she saw what was once a bright pink band was now jet black. Pressing the button itself did nothing! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Trying all the patterns that she was taught on the ring in quick succession, Michelle found that none of them worked! She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, her blood was rushing so quickly that she could feel an aching pain under her tongue. She bit her tongue hard enough to draw a speck of blood.

A jerk upward. Fuck! No!

Through the transparent lid, she saw the bitch’s face approach so quickly her brain couldn’t comprehend it. In the split-second it took for her to raise the cup to her pink lips, Michelle could make out every detail of her face. The pale skin, the roundness of her head, the soft wrinkles that betrayed her aging.

A harsh current pulled her forward, ripping her through a threshold and forcing her into a world of soaking warmth. Dragging her fingernails into the flesh below, she could feel herself being pulled over this awful woman’s wet tongue. Her foamy, slick tastebuds were almost impossible to grip, but Michelle tried, feeling the soft lumps slide under her palms as her visor washed away with the current. A soul shattering “gluck” sound vibrated Michelle to her bones.

She couldn’t believe it. This woman was, in her mind, the epitome of evil. Someone she didn’t even want to share a room with, but now she was going to be spending the rest of her life with her. Becoming one with her. Tears flooded from her eyes as she coughed up a hot mixture of coffee and this bitch’s mouth slime. Tasting like mocha with an aftertaste of rankness, it was as if she were being forced to make out with this extraordinarily rude stranger. To be intimate with her.

Saliva clung to her hands as she tried to crawl up the dark center crevice of her tongue. Squinting her eyes as she watched light peek into the darkness, Michelle’s heart bled with the false hope that she could somehow make it out. Somehow free herself from the prison of this bitch’s body.

She couldn’t die like this.

Watching her lips part, Michelle saw cords of saliva stretch between her palate and her tongue as the spit continued to soak into her hair.

“No! No! Fuck! No!” She screeched, her voice cracking, as she saw the opening of the cup’s strawless lid enter her field of vision, framed by the back of the woman’s teeth and her pouty lips.

It was like watching an avalanche head right for her. In a reflex, Michelle stupidly used her last moments of resistance to crawl backwards, towards the waiting throat, but was blasted by a tempest of foamy coffee anyway. It slapped her face mercilessly, forcing its way in her mouth, into her eyelids, and up her nose. She experienced the harsh, painful “drowning” sensation as the mouthful of coffee swiftly washed her down the woman’s throat.

It felt like falling straight down. The entire trip through the stranger’s esophagus took less than one second. To Michelle, it was as if she were struggling in the woman’s mouth with a glimmer of hope to being literally spluttered into her hot, mucus-filled stomach instantaneously.

Heat lapped at her from every direction, the stranger’s chunky vomit immediately soaking into her clothes, making each of her movements itch with an intense chafing. Hit with an enormous shock as she landed in the ocean of chyme, Michelle exploded into a sense of animalistic panic.

Punching and kicking in random directions, she found the snot-lined floor of the bitchy woman’s stomach. Pressing off of it as hard as she could, Michelle found an air pocket of rancid, humid gas and immediately filled her lungs with it. Her work apron weighed her down as she attempted to stay afloat, warm coffee splattering from above, coloring the aroma of the hot, slithering chamber, which would otherwise reek of pure vomit.

Michelle knew, in her heart, that she was doomed to be digested alive by this cunt. To sink into the depths of her body and never return, to become… Michelle furrowed her brow, not wanting to think about what happened after digestion.

The thick slime oozed on her body from every direction, clinging to her skin like melted plastic. She cried out in pain as her eyes began to burn heavily, unable to see in the hot darkness. A wave of vomit splatted Michelle up against the wall of this woman’s stomach, she attempted to pound, but her hands only slid against the slick lining.

Spitting out mouthful after mouthful of the stranger’s puke, Michelle realized this was all there was left for her. She’d be feeling, smelling, hearing, and tasting this bitch for as long as she drew breath and there was nothing she could do about it. This was both her present and her future. The taste of true despair stained her heart, having never felt true hopelessness before, not even after her sister’s crash.

Oh, fuck. Michelle wailed as the mucus continued to coat her body as it was ejected from the stomach lining, treating her as a foreign object it must protect the organ from. Her front now covered in thick snot and her back covered in vomit, Michelle gripped her hair thinking about how she’d never see her sister again, screeching as she felt a chunk of it easily peel away from her scalp.

“AAAIIIYEEEEE!” The sense of her own body deteriorating shattered her internal sense of identity. She was truly melting into this rude, awful woman. Being digested with the very drink she was given grief over. A final few squelches from above echoed through the chamber as the stomach entrance ejected a few foamy globs into the churning pool.

Michelle scratched her face in an expression of pure grief, feeling her skin peel away under her nails. The stomach wall she was just pounding against churned forward, pushing her into the mixture of whatever the fuck this bitch ate for lunch. She couldn’t make peace with this death. Every cell in her body longed for escape. An electric fury kept her invigorated, slamming her fists into the mucus, though they only made pathetic, muffled plopping sounds.

Conflicting thoughts stormed through her mind in a tempest of angst, confusion, grief, and despair. The chunks of this stranger’s stomach contents now scraping against her, it was almost as if her sense of smell intensified as she lost her sight. The sourness of the acid peeling away the inside of her nostrils matched the attitude of the woman she was consumed by. Why did it have to end like this?

Losing all track of time, Michelle now felt as though every inch of her body was on fire. A supreme agony that overrode all other physical sensations, including her ability to know where her own limbs were. In the blackness, she felt as though she existed as one throbbing sphere of pain. Her outer layer of skin now having dissolved away, her eyes now leaking their interior jelly down her cheeks, all Michelle could do is gurgle bubbly, gravelly shrieks.

A true sense of exhaustion began setting in. Her mind was still intent on survival, but her body could not physically sustain its resistance. Scraping her foot against the fleshy wall, her toes hyperextended before they completely detached. Widening her mouth to let out another rough scream, the corners of her mouth split, leaving ragged cracks where her cheeks should be.

The foamy liquid bubbled as Michelle’s head completely submerged, fully stifling any sound she could make. She was now flooded, both outside and inside. Mentally and physically. Despite the intense pain, she had never lost the will to live. To survive. To see her sister again.

As she sank further into the acrid slurry, her last breath filling her lungs with the liquid vomit of some bitchy fucking Karen.

[voreguy]

Great story as always - I love how graphic your descriptions of digestion are!

[supernova]

Great story as always - I love how graphic your descriptions of digestion are!

Thank you so much, voreguy! More on the way, for sure!

I actually have a number of completed stories waiting to be posted!

[supernova]

NEW STORY!

F/m, Shrinking, Soft Vore, Digestion, Unaware, Non-fatal

My first true FANTASY story! Malethor, a human mage and alchemist, attempts to brew a potion that imparts eternal youth upon whomever drinks it. His plans go awry right as his super-hot girlfriend Eressa walks in. She's an elf.

Malethor and Eressa are OCs of MESovereign https://www.deviantart.com/mesovereign

This is not my usual style, to say the least! The commissioner wanted an elf and a mage, so I tried to write in a more "Fantasy" type of prose. I hope it worked and I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to step out of my comfort zone!!

Don't forget you can always join the amazing community of the INNER HAVEN! https://discord.gg/5UKKNzm SERIOUSLY IT IS ACTIVE NOW AND WE'D LOVE TO HAVE YOU!

Twisted Eternity
By Supernova

A commissioned work

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Tight, interlocking trunks of bark twisted together, forming the tree-borne abode in which Malethor attempted to perfect his alchemical experimentation. Illuminated by the glowing, spherical lavender berries above his crafting table, the mage swirled a chartreuse mixture within the cylindrical glass flask inches from his violet eyes. Pursing his lips, watching the concoction turn a navy blue, he sighed in disappointment as it began to smoke. After tossing the mixture into the central trunk of the tree in which he worked, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Walking over to the side of the treehouse, one of the walls split open before him to reveal a window. Staring out into the glowing darkness of the woods, he couldn’t help but love the supernatural beauty of Starlight Forest. Named for the ever-ripe glowing berries that hung from the trees, even a wise one could mistake the canopy for a cloudless night sky if one were looking upward from the twisting roots below.

Below. Where Eressa was.

His alchemical experiments deemed dangerous by the Council of Archmagi, Malethor was banished from concocting any potion within the capital walls. Still bitter about this decision, he could still somewhat understand their position given that he had arrived at the council chamber with his once jet black hair bleached a shocking metallic platinum with no way to reverse it, magical or no. Well, both that and the fact that he had fallen in love with an elf.

Pursing his lips, looking out into the night-time darkness below, he wondered where his love was at that exact moment. Despite his experimentation often, quite literally, blowing up in his face, Malethor had found himself incredibly fortunate to find Eressa. Elf-human relationships were rare and often looked down upon in both realms, but were not strictly against any written laws. The practice simply wasn’t “done.”

Eressa was a true beauty, even for an Elf. A loving expression colored Malethor’s face as he leaned his elbow against the window frame and rested his head on his hand as he dreamed of her delicate facial features, her long sky-blue hair, and those foot-long pointed ears that twitched cutely whenever she heard something unexpected. Knowing she was out fetching supplies from the woods in which she had grown up, he constantly felt a longing for her in her absence. And a slight fear, for the woods at night were not without their own set of dangers.

In spite of the near-banishment, both Malethor and Eressa lived comfortably in their isolated home, a bulbous protrusion of magically-bent branches high in the leaves several miles from the nearest elf encampment. Eressa, with her intimate, native familiarity, would always be the one to venture out while Malethor remained cooped up fiddling with his various liquids. In spite of the rarity of some of his required ingredients, Malethor knew he could count on Eressa to find everything and anything he needed.

In the rare instances where they’d have to venture out together as a party, the combination between Malethor’s fire spells, boosted to an odd strength by his potions, and Eressa’s skills with a bow, her aim true through her experience as a ranger, combined to form an astounding synergy. It was through battle that they came to know each other, felling small armies through use of a rain of fire arrows with their signature pink flame.

Having given her several vials filled with potions that, when added to fire, make the very pink flame they’re known for, Malethor would constantly be on the lookout for a pink torch in the distance, as this was a sign that she was close to home. Squinting, Malethor pondered making a potion that enhanced his eyesight, able to see no such signs in the distance.

Sighing again, running his long fingers through his platinum hair, he turned his back and faced his alchemy stand. It looked almost to be the true essence of chaos. Twisting glass tubes, empty vials hung over still-burning flame, reagents both rare and mundane scattered about in disorganized bottles. Anxiety over the fact that he’d have to clean this mess up sort of overtook him, knowing that it’d distract him from his ultimate goal: The potion of eternal youth.

Knowing for a fact that his banishment would end if he could solve this problem, he spent years studying different recipes for healing potions from the realms of both elf and man. Though they were both still composed of roughly the same ingredients, Malethor knew that he just needed to combine and tweak some of the reagents to compose a formula that would “self-renew.” In other words, the effects would automatically begin again once they wore off. One and done.

If he were successful, one could walk through fields of flame, breathe underwater, fall from great distances, and, of course, keep themselves from aging. Men would finally reach immortality, even more so than the elves were blessed with eons ago, given that they still had to both eat and drink. His name would be passed down through the ages. Who would remember the names of the Archmagi who banished him? No one.

A determination coursed through him as he ruminated upon the historical implications of his discovery. His heart pounded as he brought his gloved hands to his table. Sitting down on the uncomfortable wooden stool he’d used since he was a student, he clattered the vials together and organized them by reagent-type. Coagulants, incinerants, dyes. These shouldn’t be bundled together!

Though his magic-specialty was in fire conjuration, which helped him light the burners for his concoctions through use of his staff, he still had a limited ability to move objects without touching them. Having an intricate shelf system in place lining the center trunk of the abode, Malethor decided that he may as well organize his reagents before Eressa arrived.

Placing the incinerants closest to the floor, as if they dropped they could start fires, he wondered if Eressa viewed him as a failure. Now obviously beginning to show age, with Eressa looking as beautiful and timeless as ever, he viewed himself with a more insecure light. Trying to view himself the way his lover did, he simply saw someone who was falling apart, soon to be dead, a mere side note in Eressa’s life. The peculiar mage who tried and failed.

He froze as he was about to place the last coagulant in its shelf-slot.

Slowly turning his head back to the table, he pursed his lips. History? Passing names down? What use would any of that be if people would never die? If people would walk around for eternity just remembering things when they happened? The idea of a “generation” would be nearly irrelevant if everyone remained youthful!

No. He wouldn’t do this to be remembered. He wouldn’t do this to spite some old council members. He wouldn’t even do it for fame. He’d do it for Eressa. So she wouldn’t have to see him waste away in the curse of age.

Clinking down the two vials in their slots, he hustled over to the alchemy setup and unfurled his rune-scroll, stained with various potions and reagents. Scanning through the detailed scrawlings of alchemical formulae, Malethor knew for a fact that with a few strokes of the quill, he’d master self-renewal. Squinting his eyes, he attempted to find something, anything, that he may be overlooking.

Throwing his head back, he felt a sense of humiliation. Another day passed, another time he’d have to admit to Eressa that he made no progress.

A flutter buzzed past his ear. Quickly darting his eyes towards the sound, he saw an iridescent beetle land on the tip of one of the glass tubes that littered his table. Known to the elves as chrysochus. Known to him as an everlast beetle.

After lunging his hand and carefully capturing the shining beetle in his left hand, he gently unfurled his fingers and admired the tiny insect’s green and red carapace.

His heart beamed. This is the key.

The everlast beetle was an uncommon find, but they only lived in areas where the elves called home. Staying true to their man-given namesake, these beetles possessed concentrated magic within their shells, both giving them immortality and making them a coveted snack for elfkind. Just one beetle may give the one who consumed it enhanced magic potency or eyesight.

Placing the creature in his small mortar, Malethor quickly swirled the pestle around, reducing the beetle to a fine, shining paste. Almost feeling guilty for killing an animal that may have been alive at the dawn of time, he quickly sucked back those pitiful emotions as he stared at the beetle paste.

Scooping up a sample in a small spoon, he then performed a series of tests to determine if the alchemical composition was suitable for addition into his health potion.

Lighting up the burners, he again found himself swirling a bright chartreuse liquid before his eyes. Upon adding in a tiny dab of beetle paste, he grinned as he saw it stay the vile lime-green coloration.

Malethor grit his teeth.

The concoction in the vile darkened back to a deep navy blue, signifying that his experiment had failed. Leaving him with nothing but garbage. He felt his jaw quiver as he slowly shuffled to the center trunk of the tree-house.

Lifting up the vial, he noticed the deep blue color turn back to the chartreuse tint it was earlier. A renewal. A complete, natural renewal.

A sense of happiness burst through him, as if he were struck by lightning. He wanted to dance. He wanted to take Eressa and “have her” right in the abode’s hammock as soon as she returned.

Placing the chartreuse mixture on the table, he plopped back down into his stool, experiencing a child-like giddiness as he watched the chartreuse liquid turn to navy blue and quickly back to chartreuse. All on its own.

Tossing in several well-measured vials into the main flask, he found himself nearly shaking as he concocted the largest helping of this potion that he could. Now swirling an entire quart of green liquid in the largest flack he had, he took the entire mortar and dumped the rest of his beetle paste in the mixture. Though he knew he was going to need more paste later, he didn’t care, he was going to taste immortality and spend the rest of time with his beautiful elf-lover.

Swirling the potion, he saw it change color several times. Upon it reaching peak-chartreuse, he placed the flask up to his lips and chugged it as though he were a drunken Dwarf at an ale-house having his twelfth pint.

“Ahh!” He said, holding an empty flask.

Upon running up to the mirror, he couldn’t help but gasp. His signs of aging were no longer. The light wrinkles around his eyes were flattening out. His nose got just a little shorter. His eyes became just a little bit whiter. He blinked a few times. He looked like a lad of 20 years! It worked! Youth! Eternal youth!

Upon slamming the large flask down on the table itself, he jumped up and down like a school-boy, his excitement bursting in his chest. Until he stumbled.

Malethor grit his teeth as the world appeared as though it were spinning. The lavender berries above him looked as though they were growing brighter. Somehow… doubling?

He felt himself land on the ground with a thud. Perhaps experimenting on oneself wasn’t the best idea.

Upon waking up, he felt the bark texture of the floor had changed. It seemed rougher; grittier. The air appeared heavier, as well. He had felt as though he were waking up after a night of irresponsible drinking. Staring at his arms, he gasped. His skin and, shockingly, his clothes, were the same color as the iridescent shell of that beetle!

Shaking his head, he felt his heart begin to pound. Turning one’s hair platinum was one thing, but turning one’s whole body splotched metallic green? He would never be allowed within town again! Standing up, he felt his heart sink.

Blurred with distance, he clearly saw the underside of his alchemy bench. In spite of the extraordinary circumstances, Malethor realized what deep trouble he was in, as the potion had not only imparted the color of the beetle upon him, but the size as well.

His heart thudding in his chest, he had no true plan for such a contingency. Though he had no idea whether the “Eternal youth” part of his potion was in effect, he would have to figure out how to grow back to his normal size! Were growth potions even possible? What of something that could change his color to the way it was? This was such a setback! Now he’d have to spend the rest of his life attempting to fix his mistakes, as opposed to reveling in discovery!

He felt a heat grow within his head. He couldn’t help but grip his hair in his hands. “Fuck!” shouted Malathor, knowing that no one was there to hear such a taboo word.

A series of vibrations echoed under the bark floor. Almost sounding like an earthquake, Malethor turned his head towards the sealed entrance to the abode and saw it twist open, much as the window had done. Seeing A few long, spindly, pale fingers, Malethor felt a sense of relief wash over him. Eressa. He was saved.

In spite of this, he couldn’t help but stare upwards in awe as he saw her titanic form climb into the tree-shaped structure.Falling backwards, he gasped several times. He had seen a mountain giant before, but they were but slow, lumbering creatures made of rock that survived by camouflaging with mountains. Eressa looked even more tremendous and the speed at which she moved was so incomprehensible to tiny Malethor that he felt a dull pain begin to grow under his forehead.

“Malethor, my dear. I have returned with a bountiful harvest! Though you will not believe what I have encountered!” Eressa nearly sang, in a mellifluous voice that, even at Malethor’s tiny size, still made his heart flutter. “A wisp! A spirit of the forest! I only gazed upon its ghostly form for but a moment, but I am still partly blinded from its flash! I can barely see!”

She tilted her head, perked her ears up, and scanned the room.

“Malethor? You haven’t traipsed into the dark wood, have you?” She said, more concernedly.

Spellbound by her beauty, he saw her pale skin barely covered by a light, nearly form-fitting cloth wrapping around her waist and breasts, serving very little for armor, but was light and gave a much freer range of motion. In bare feet, her blue hair hanging loose, he felt so entranced, he didn’t move as he saw her bare feet slam into the wooden floor, heading right for him.

On both his hands and knees, he crawled as fast as he could, looking back every few strides to see her feet, long toes and all, peel off the brown floor and land with a crash. He was shocked to feel that her usual silent footsteps were causing such great commotion, even at this scale.

Missed by mere inches, he saw the bottom of her bare foot plop down right next to him. He grit his teeth and froze, feeling extraordinarily fortunate that he wasn’t accidentally ground into Melethor paste.

As she continued stepping through the abode, she carried a burlap sack which he could tell were filled by various forest-berries. Smelling their sweet aroma wafting through the room, his mouth watered.

Now choking as he watched her continue a path around his alchemy table, he gasped again, hacking out gobs of hot saliva. “Ere-” he coughed, unable to speak. As she got closer, he noticed the burlap sack heading right for him.

He quickly put his arm up and felt the berry-filled bag slam upon him with great force. Though it didn’t crush him, he felt a ringing in his head.

In a prone position, he could smell the heavenly aroma of the fruit waft through the bag. Blinking as he reached the light of the room, he saw the back of Eressa’s legs as she stared out the very window he was leaning out of just moments before.

“Oh, Malethor… You have chosen quite an inopportune time to venture out into the wood on your lonesome…” Eressa mused.

The tiny mage didn’t take her to be one who spoke to herself, feeling strange, almost as if he were spying on her.

“I can see very little under the light in our home! I would never be able to properly track you now!” She sighed as she turned around. “I can only hope that you come to your senses and retur-- Oh! Oh my! Good fortune!”

Eressa looked almost as though she made eye contact with Malethor. Staring into her bright blue eyes, he felt his anxiety melt away. She saw him.

The elf smiled widely, showing a row of perfectly white, flat teeth. “A chrysochus! What luck! Now I can seek Malethor once my eyesight returns!”

His heart dropping, he now understood he was in true danger. If he couldn’t convince her that he was not an everlast beetle, and instead Malethor, he would be… He couldn’t even think it!

He stood up and bolted around the burlap sack, almost immediately running out of breath. Stopping, he darted his head left and right, trying to find anywhere to hide, but there was none. The twisted nature of his elf-work abode meant no cracks, nor crevices he could hide behind. The magical construction was elegant and didn’t leave room for any such spaces where dust could build.

A bead of sweat dropped down his cheek as he watched Eressa fast approach. As she leaned forward, she appeared as though she were an oceanic tidal wave, her arm darting as fast as an avalanche.

Pinched between her two fingers, it was as if time itself slowed down to a crawl. He looked down at her twisting fingerprints and attempted to free himself as a sensation of ascent exploded within his chest.

Now looking up at Eressa, his dearest love, he saw every detail in her face. Her sweet, pointed nose, her shapely jaw-line, her long, blue eyelashes. She was so gorgeous, it appeared as though her features were carved by the finest craftsmen.

Now gritting his teeth, he watched her lips part and felt his heart break. As he felt her warm, sweet breath waft over him, his perception of her shattered. She no longer looked as though she were a sweet-faced elf, she now appeared as though she were a monster. He couldn’t imagine any turn of events could have spun to a less fortunate outcome.

Her pink lips framed the darkness as the humidity of her mouth clung to his metallic skin. Splashing on her wet, slimy tongue, he attempted to scream her name, but in complete fear, his words remained caught in his throat.

Inhaling a deep breath, filling his lungs with his love’s berry-stained breath, he tried, yet again, to shout for her attention.

“Eres-”

A wet, slithering tongue pressed him up against her hard palate, smearing him between the taste buds and ripples of her mouth’s roof. Now inundated with elf saliva, he choked, feeling it blast through his sinuses and out his nostrils. Tasting and smelling her familiar aroma, he couldn’t help but experience a sensation of disgust. It was as if he were back at the tavern being lectured by a stupid Dwarf about how “Too much of a good thing is a bad thing, laddy.”

Now flailing his arms, his concern turned to near panic as a cluster of slimy spit bubbles began to swarm over his wriggling body. His eyelids feeling heavy, he couldn’t inhale due to her powerful tongue forcing the air from his lungs, causing his next breath to be a painful mixture of wet globs and humid breath.

Unable to do anything but cough, he hacked out another wad of spit as he felt a quick jolt forward. Now digging his fingers into the flat taste buds that lined the border between her tongue and throat, he felt as though his hope was quickly becoming foolish and irrelevant, sensing her fluids soak into his already-heavy clothes.

A fleshy ripple forced him even further forward behind the chamber sealed by her soft lips. His heart pounded so hard that it felt as though it was going to painfully burst from his chest in an explosion of blood. “At least then, she’d know she wasn’t eating a mere beetle!” Thought Malethor, grimly.

Wanting to scream, he could sense her tongue’s gentle caress over his tiny form, coating his body in her spit. The sensation of her taste buds was particularly revolting, as their touch perverted what should otherwise be a pleasant sensation in his mind. He thought back to all the times they locked lips, both before bed, and before battle. How he’d always long to feel her own tongue against his.

Now, this very tongue was dragging him to a doom his mind could not grasp. An urge to sob nearly overwhelmed him, but he steeled himself against such unmanly impulses.

A thunderously powerful pressure shot him forward like a firebolt launched from his staff. Both quick and painful, he could sense himself slid through the arch of his love’s throat, quickly squeezed on all sides by the elfin tunnel leading to her forbidden depths.

Feeling too soft for how powerful the constriction was, the contradiction nearly shattering his sanity. Her tremendous heart now vibrating him to his bones, the magnitude of her immense body surrounding him in wet heat began melting a sense of hopelessness into his very soul.

As the rippling tunnel slid over him, his mind broke into a deep realization: He had been completely and utterly defeated. Gliding downwards, wrapped tightly by Eressa’s esophagus, he contemplated the fact that he didn’t truly have a future. His hopes now almost completely quashed, he was left with almost no mental space except for that which contemplates his own mortality.

A spark.

Mortality? Was that truly what he was facing? As a tight ring of flesh approached his face, a supreme sensation of doom lit up his mind like a wildfire. What if that immortality potion truly worked?

Eressa’s hot sphincter split open, roughly spluttering tiny Malethor through its mucus-soaked hole. In spite of the physical disgust he was experiencing, his nostrils now full of the toxic fog rising from Eressa’s stomach contents, Malethor felt a sense of numbness.

Falling into the bubbling, foamy vomit with a muffled plop, he couldn’t help but feel ripped away from his contemplation as the sting of acid immediately burned his eyes. Hastily coated with the semi-sweet glop of whatever Eressa had consumed that day, Malethor jumped back in both shock and horror, attempting in vain to wipe any of the vile mass away.

Unable to feel the bottom of the oceanic chamber of slop, Malethor couldn’t help but notice he could slowly wade through the seed-strewn mess of berries and roots. Sick with the knowledge that, if she consumed any meat at all, this would be a much more terrifying experience, he found himself slapped to the side of the snot-coated lining of her stomach.

Running his gloved hands against the warm, pulsing wrinkles that surrounded him on all sides, he attempted to pound. “Eressa! Please!” His heart had already shattered in hopelessness. He knew this was in vain. “Ere-” He coughed out several over-sized seeds, feeling a sense of pure revulsion, tasting the sour coating of the elf’s vomit leaving a vile film over the inside of his mouth. Spitting out another wad of her hot puke, he felt his skin begin to soften as if he had stayed in a hot spring for too long.

Unable to see in the pitch darkness of Eressa’s gut, he couldn’t tell the physical state of his hands, and didn’t know whether to be concerned or relieved at the health potion’s seeming lack of efficacy. Now dragging his burning fingers across the lining of the elf’s churning stomach, he could sense a fiery agony begin to build its way up from his toes, to his feet, to his ankles.

In spite of the growing pain, the nagging implication of his most recent concoction was still the most stinging aspect of this affair: If his self-renewing health potion truly worked, would that not mean he’d be digesting like this… forever?

No.

His mind sparked into an animalistic panic. Crashing his fists into the warm wall before him, he sensed that the only response Eressa gave was a slimy buildup of mucus along the stomach lining which he now pounded upon. A web of slime now connecting his arms to the rippling wall, he knew he’d have to grab her attention somehow. Not even the worst Hells concocted in the imagination of men could compare with an eternal imprisonment within a quicksand of burning slime. Now dragging his nails, feeling the mucus build up underneath, he grit his teeth in both fear and relief as he felt the nails break away into the churning soup of Eressa’s digestion.

Yes. This torture wouldn’t be eternal. There would be release.

Now laughing, both at his own folly and the absolute ridiculous nature of his demise, he attempted to scratch the wrinkly walls of flesh to break off all ten of his fingernails. Grinning in intense glee as he felt them peel away from the flesh of his fingertips, he understood that the sooner he’d break apart, the sooner he’d die. At least he’d become one with his love.

Now laughing maniacally, each pang of pain, each crack of his skin, each split of his lip felt like a catharsis. In spite of both his youth potion not working and his humiliating fate, he would not suffer an eternity. Never before had he been happy to fail on top of what was already a failure.

Having felt the last of his nails break away, he grit his teeth as his now hyper-sensitive skin began to truly soak in Eressa’s acids. Still laughing, attempting to embrace his demise, he ran his fingers along his cheeks.

He felt eight scratches deeply slit themselves into his softened skin. The self-renewing potion worked. His nails were now back as they were just moments ago. Running his tongue, still tasting the acrid slurry that surrounded him, along his lips, they felt completely flawless, without any cracks.

“No! No! Please! Fuck! No!” He shouted as he felt his muscles give out in a reaction to pure despair.

Sinking deeply into the sea of Eressa’s chunky vomit, he knew he had one last chance for release. Perhaps the potion worked, but in an incomplete way.

Having lost all sense of direction in the darkness, within the center of a mass of liquid, Malethor inhaled as deeply as he could, experiencing a flood of vomit fill his lungs.

This agony was of a different and much more severe flavor than any mere skin damage. The sense of drowning was a special kind of pain. One which lit every cell in his body aflame with the electric grip of mortal terror. Now having lost his sight, he had begun to lose senses he had once taken for granted. Senses that he didn’t know existed. Malethor had no idea where his limbs started and where they ended, he had felt as though he melded with the bubbling fluid around him. Though he knew he was still living in a corporeal body, his mind just recognized his existence as a sphere of pain in its purest form.

Now sinking to the bottom of the dark chamber, Malethor didn’t even know if he was moving or not. The agony overrode any other sensations, the only relevant senses being touch, taste, and hearing, though all his ears gave him was a painful ringing.

Attempting to go limp, he had lost track of time within the soup. Just allowing Eressa’s body to slide him wherever necessary, he experienced the first spark of hope since touching his love’s tongue. The pain appeared to be fading away.

The regenerative effects of the potion appeared to strengthen his constitution, as well, stifling the drowning sensation that lit his nostrils aflame.

Still too in-despair to move, as the agony itself subsided, he could feel the fleshy chamber ripple and ooze him through another one of Eressa’s holes: the stomach exit.

Somewhat learned in elf anatomy, both due to his education and his… experience with Eressa, he slid into the twisting labyrinth of her intestines knowing there was no exit. Elves, being quite literally magical, have no need for a waste disposal system. Their guts coil nearly endlessly through their abdomens, able to break down and absorb even the toughest fibers.

He’d hear Dwarves at the tavern joke about having never seen an elf go to the bathroom. Thinking them to be fools, Malethor knew why that was: It was because they literally did not.

The pain now faded, he found himself in near complete control of his limbs again. Now tortuously trapped in a thick log of partly digested plant matter, the peristaltic motion of Eressa’s intestinal walls forced him forward. Embedded in this mass, he could feel the inside lining of her soft, slithering guts. Pushing against them as hard as he could, he found that they gave no give, instead giving him a strangely gentle caress, similar to her tongue.

Gurgling, bubbling noises echoed from every single direction. He understood he had sunk completely into the fleshy prison of his love. Knowing that the guts would coil possibly infinitely, he felt almost a delirious ecstasy as he attempted to make peace with his situation.

Knowing he had no chance of breaking free, he at least knew that he’d be spending the rest of his days, perhaps the rest of time even, with his love. Though this wasn’t the way he intended upon going about this plan, he figured that this type of eternity wasn’t truly the worst.

As the mass became smaller as he bent through corner after corner of her fleshy tubing, Malethor felt himself to be an ironic success. He had achieved what he had planned: To spend more time with Eressa through concocting his potion. He didn’t care about history or his name being passed down. This, in a round-about way, was what he wanted to begin with. Sinking into the diminishing glop as it magically absorbed into her flesh, he felt himself glided along her intestinal walls.

An infinite loop awaited him in his unique eternity. Twisting through her guts, the more he slid, the more at-peace he became.

---

After a night of frantic searching, Eressa had fallen to her knees within the tree-borne abode. Malethor was gone. Tears falling down her alabaster cheeks, she couldn’t bear the uncertainty of his fate. Whether he ran off in shame or if he were consumed by some forest-beast, she shivered the same.

Covering her face with her palms, she wept. She knew he was on the verge of something truly great. Something that would help bind man and elfkind in a pact of friendship, much as they had been. Now that was possibly gone. Laying down on the bark-lined floor, Eressa continued to sob, clutching her fluttering gut.

As the weeks went on, Eressa felt, at least in a physical sense, greatly renewed and empowered. Always spending at least part of her day seeking her lost love, she was tortured by an anxious sensation, as if she knew he were near.

Whenever she felt this strange sensation, some uncanny internal flutter, her resolve was renewed, as she knew full-well he was close. Possibly right under her very nose.

[supernova]

I'm thinking about getting one of my stories illustrated.

Anyone have any favorites they'd want to see come to life?

[Lupe]

Probably Trapped in a Pill or your new one with transformation! Trapped in a pill has humorous scenarios that would be fun to see drawn.

[supernova]

Probably Trapped in a Pill or your new one with transformation! Trapped in a pill has humorous scenarios that would be fun to see drawn.

I do quite like that one, Lupe! Like the part where the tiny gets snorted up that girl's nose! I need a story with more of that.

[Lupe]

Exactly what I was thinking. That nose part was so unique, wouldn’t mind seeing that in your stories again.

[supernova]

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[supernova]

ALSO a double-post and update!
-Commissions should open again next month! The ones I have now keep me very busy!
-I have plenty of ideas for future stories, as well as an upcoming HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!
-If anyone has any suggestions or really anything, DO NOT HESITATE TO PM ME!
-There are SEVERAL STORIES I have COMPLETE and are yet to be published! MUCH MORE TO SEE SOON!

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[supernova]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPENING THIS WEEK!

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[supernova]

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[supernova]

COMMISSIONS CLOSED! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!

IF YOU MISSED THIS OPPORTUNITY, MESSAGE ME AND I WILL NOTIFY YOU AS SOON AS I AM DONE.

[supernova]

Hi sweeties! I have a NEW STORY for all of you to enjoy!

There's a ton of digestion in it! More than you've ever seen! More than I'VE ever seen!

I mostly update on my gallery now, but I'll post links to them here:

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