You ever just wonder what it would be like, standing there so close? So close to that hot, humid maw. The inviting abyss only an arm’s length away? Of course, you do. You want to reach in, reach in and let your skin slide across the rough, bumpy surface of that extended tongue, arm scraping lightly against ivory teeth. You long for that moment when your nervous hand reaches the back of their mouth, and with your heart beating like a million drums, to plunge your arm just a little further.

The whiskey glass tipped back, splashing her headfirst down between the waiting lips. Her hands brushed against gently parted teeth, and those fleshy doorways to her pearly white prison clamped down on her feet. The alcoholic beverage washed past her, soaking her bare skin, and giving her one last taste of its spicy burn. A loud gulp sounded in the fleshy cavern, and all at once she felt a tight tug, and suddenly all the accompanying fluid was gone.

Once more pr

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he ran through the dark forest, the cursed moon lighting a pale treacherous path forward through brush and leaves. The howls and barks of his pursuer getting louder and louder as the monster caught up. The thudding of those padded claws thundered like hunting drums, only being drowned out by the beating of his own heart.

A branch sprang into view before him, a horrid claw grasping out to catch him in his tracks, but with nowhere to turn

Saliva and cum still clung to my lips as I separated from his shaft and swallowed. The salty fluid slid down my throat, and I looked up at him, hoping to see pleasure in his eyes. To be fair, there was pleasure. But there was also something else, something more… It was hunger. “Are you ready for part two my little cock snack?” He asked me. I sat terrified, yet excited. I nodded, more than ready for this. It had been my dream ever since I met him to melt inside him, and now&hel

Feeling crushed inside the winding paths that mimic my next phase of existence, just feeling myself soften and melt into a new shape, firm hard point wrapped in a musky layer of clay, all that I was, no longer relevant. I would feel myself slowly start to compact and fill a final void, a waiting place for my departure from the warmth of one who had shown me my final and true purpose, who had put me in my place, and now was to remove me from it. Maybe I will find myself pressing against someone e

Oh lord imagine being the lunch, knowing someone already is about finished in there, and knowing someone else is going to be coming in after you....

Just that feeling, know that someone else did not satisfy them, and knowing you won’t either.

Hoping up to that point that you could be a preds meal, and yet knowing only too late what that means.

you are just a meal.

one of 3

She labored away at every strand, pulling and stretching them over every hook and tether, weaving her way through the intricate art of her home. Everywhere around her the silver threads glistened in the pale moonlight that wafted through her landscape, betraying the thin truth that her veiled world blocked out, the cold outside where others dwelled and feared her.

It was not her fault that they would find her form unsettling, or that so few ventured out of her parlor. A

    
Carry woke up feeling warm. So warm that she didn’t even want to open her eyes. She felt like she was engulfed in something squishy, something wet… Smiling, she shifted gently in the heat, “I see we traded places last night.” She foggily remembered the last night, how her boyfriend Glyph had come home with his Reform Serum, and how they had “tested” it out on each other. Well, tested it on him. They both took the serum