Party Animal
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by Squorn

THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE EASILY OFFENDED!

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Hi. I'm about to tell you a true story about the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. It also led to my death. Well, I must be around in some shape or form,
or else I wouldn't be able to relate this, but that's another story. Anyway....

I come from a large town somewhere out in the Mid-West. I'm not going to be any more specific as I don't want to spoil it for those who are going to follow me, but
suffice it to say that if anyone from my home town is reading this, they'll recognise the place. If you drive round town on any day, you will eventually be struck by
one unusual fact. There are far more women than men around. In fact, there are hardly any men at all above about thirty years of age. You see a few in their twenties,
and I suppose there is the normal population of teenagers and male children, but apart from that, no men!

Any outsider would think men would be happy to flock to this place. The women are more than usually attractive and most of them are single. So what's going on? Well,
here's the big secret! Most of the men in this town get eaten by their women folk. That's right, these gorgeous gals that you see wandering around town unmolested
actually eat their husbands, boyfriends or whatever. They don't tear them apart like werewolves, or cook them in a pot like cannibals. No, they swallow them alive in
one gulp!

Perhaps I should explain. We have these special parties, very private affairs, although everyone in town knows about them. It's one of those things that everyone knows,
no-one ever talks about, and if you're one of the people who do know, you can't remember exactly who told you or when. It's a bit like the time early on in your school
life when someone must have told you what the word "fuck" meant. These are "Men Swallowing Parties". Equal numbers of men and women meet in some private residence
somehwere (I don't know who organises these things), the entire evening is spent having sex - it's like some huge orgy - but only the women get to go home at the end.
The entire town seems to conspire to tie up the loose ends afterwards, and the women folk just get on with their lives. Even the boys involved rather look forward to it.
I can vaguely remember whispered conversations I had with my fellow classmates behind the bicycle sheds, and they were really excited by the prospect of disappearing
down some beautiful babe's throat judging by the tents appearing in their pants.

One thing I do know is that each man gets an invitation through the post at some point. You only get one invitation, and if you don't R.S.V.P. immediately accepting,
then that's it - you're never invited again. However, I can't think of anyone off-hand who has ever turned them down. The lucky lad then gets to invite a partner, and,
according to unwritten tradition, the lady concerned never turns him down. It's just not the done thing. You can invite any lady you like, well, anyone who's in on the
secret that is. Most men invite their secretaries, girls they met in the street, sometimes their bosses. It's not uncommon for men with secret incestuous desires to
invite their mothers, or sisters! I can see I've shocked you. Hey, I did warn you, and, let's face it, since going to the party is a man's last bow, he's not going to
worry about what his friends think the next day!

In fact, when I fished a plain brown envelope with my name carefully typed on it out of the mailbox, I invited a close relative to be my partner. I had always fancied
my Aunt Myrna ever since she had come to stay with Mom and me when I was a young child. Myrna had married Mom's younger brother George, and when he suddenly disappeared
one night about five months into their marriage, she found she couldn't keep up the payments on their house. Since Mom was also a single parent, it made sense for her
to move in with us.

I can pinpoint the first time I started developing romantic feelings for my aunt. I can't remember how old I was, but it was a few years ago. I got up one morning and
was heading for the bathroom, when Mom's bedroom door opened. For some reason, I hid, ducking into the linen closet. No sooner had I disappeared when Aunt Myrna walked
out of Mom's bedroom stark naked, and boy, was she a sight for sore eyes! She must have been in her mid thirties then, and she was a fine figure of a woman. I thought I
could hear Mom's voice inside the bedroom saying "For God's sake, Darling, close the door. He'll see you!", but Myrna simply walked past me, without noticing me, and
into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the sound of the shower running, I tiptoed to my room, and spent the next ten or twenty minutes repeatedly jerking myself off.
Since then, I have hardly had a single fantasy in which she hasn't been the main character.

"Oh, congratulations," Mom said when she heard of my invitation. It was breakfast that same morning. "Who are you going to invite to be your partner?"

"Um ... I thought ... Auntie, would you mind. I'd be very flattered ... "

"Of course, I'd love to," Myrna said, chomping on some toast. She turned to Mom, "You don't mind, do you, Darling?"

"No, I'd be delighted. Nothing's too good for my little soldier!"

Mom often called me that, in spite of the fact that I was almost twenty! It was very embarrassing if any of my friends happened to be in earshot.

.......................

The day before the party was quite hectic. I hadn't realised how many last minute arrangements there were to be made, mainly in the form of who was to get my stuff.

"Mom, I wan't my digital TV to go to Mark, my best friend from school. Oh, and I want my racing bike to go to Tim. He's always admired it and wished he could have one
like it. That's OK, isn't it? My clothes ... actually, I don't know who'd want those. I suppose you can give them away to War On Want, or something."

"And what about those magazines under your bed?" Mom replied, "Don't blush. I know all about those pictures of large-breasted women you've been looking at. Who gets those?"

I went a bright red colour. "I ... hadn't really thought about it," I stammered.

"Well," Mom said, "if you don't mind, I think Myrna and I would like to hang on to those. To remember you by!"

"I suppose that's all right."

.......................

That evening a large white limosine with tinted windows drew up outside the house. I felt a tingle all over. It was the first - and last! - time I had ever driven in a
limo, and up to that moment, none of it had seemed real. I was dressed up in a rather ill-fitting tux. Myrna, dressed like a prom queen, met me by the front door. She
looked divine, and I told her so. We walked down the path and I opened the car door for her. She noticed that I hesitated before getting in.

"You're not nervous, are you?" she asked as we settled down and the car purred away. "You needn't be. It won't be painful. In fact, it will the most pleasurable moment
of your entire life."

"You've .. you've done this before?"

"Of course, darling. What do you think happened to your uncle? And, before that to ..." At this point she broke off, "No, never mind. Just sit back and relax. Remember,
this evening we're going to be naked together and fucking like there's no tomorrow." At this point, she stopped. "I'm sorry, I phrased that badly. Anyway, don't think
I don't know the way you feel about me. I would have to be blind not to notice those stares you've been giving me from time to time. You want to get your hands on these,
don't you." At this point, she took my sweaty palms and pressed them to her tits. Then she leaned over and kissed me passionately. I could have come there and then in
my pants, but somehow I controlled myelf. We passed the rest of the journey very enjoyably kissing and groping each other.

The car eventually pulled up at some mansion somewhere. I could hear the noise the tires made on the gravel drive. The chauffeur opened the door for us and we got out
and straightened our clothes. As we approached the door, it opened and we were greeted by an astonishingly pretty woman wearing a butler's outfit.

"Good evening, Sir, Madame. I'm so glad you could make it."

"Er, Good evening," I replied, "My name is ..."

"That's all right, Sir, we know who you are. Besides, out of discretion, we don't use names here. Please would you follow me."

She led us down the hall and opened the door at the end. The sight that greeted us was astonishing. There were at least a dozen beds in the room, and on each one there
was a couple making love. I saw all sorts of positions, some I had only dreamed of. My eyes must have been as wide as saucers as they wandered round the room.

Myrna obviously saw that. "Not quite what you expected, eh?" she chuckled.

The butler said, "I'm afraid you're a little late, and we had to start without you. Please go to the tables at the far end and have a drink before disrobing. I'm sure
that you can find a free bed." Sure enough, I could see that one of the beds at the far end was indeed empty. It was a little embarrassing walking past all those
copulating couples, particularly with a huge erection. We reached the table where there was a rather attractive girl wearing a maid's outfit.

"Please take a drink. Champagne for Madame. Something special for Sir". She handed us each a glass, making sure that we each got the correct one. Mine tasted rather
bitter, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"And, now if you would like to get undressed, you can hang your clothes upon the hangars by the bed."

.......................

Myrna had been right. The next few hours were easily the best I had ever spent. We did everything - I licked her out, while she sucked me off. I pinned her to the bed
and took her roughly. I even fucked her up the ass a couple of times, although I was careful to use a condom on both occasions. After all, I was due to go down her
throat later. Whatever was in that drink meant that I could keep going for hours, and as soon as I had emptied my load into her, I was stiff again and ready to go.

Occasionally I managed a glance at the other guests, and I began to notice something strange. They all seemed to be quite small, and appeared to be going bald. I
couldn't help thinking this was a little strange. After all, they couldn't have been much older than me at the very most. Then it hit me. They were shrinking, and their
body hair was falling out. No-one seemed to notice this, or, if they did, they didn't seem to care. In some ways, it made what they were doing easier. Smaller fists
were easier to squeeze into tight pussies (and other places). Besides, their cocks definitely stayed the same size.

It was only when I took a well-earned breather from sticking my tongue and cock up Myrna's pussy that I realised that the same thing had happened to me. I was now quite
bald and my skin was as smooth as a baby's. Clearly this was intended to make me easier to swallow. I stretched out next to Myrna who was lying on her back. I only came
up as far as her tits.

"I see it's started," she said, "but you don't mind, do you. Let's fuck some more, while we still have the chance."

.......................

However, the fun ended all too soon. Eventually, all the men were simply too small to do anything to their partners. Even their cocks had shrunk to match their reduced
stature, and there wasn't a single man in the room who was more than a foot tall. The room was filled with the sounds of exhausted panting as we all lay back and rested.

A few minutes later, I heard a familiar voice say, "I do believe the moment has come." It was the lady who had let us into the house. I sat up, to find that I was only
about two inches tall now. Myrna looked down at me and smiled. She lifted me up on to her heaving breasts, and I hung on to one of her nipples to avoid falling off. As
I looked around I could see the women lying on the beds, but it was only when I looked carefully that I saw their companions. All the men were the same size as me, some
trying to climb up on their women, some just lying or sitting next to them. There was even one woman who was holding her shrunken companion in her hand and licking his
naked body with the tip of her tongue.

"Ladies," the voice said again, "please pick up your partners and proceed to the front of the room."

Myrna cupped her hands together on her tummy and I stepped into them. Then she slowly got up and carried me to the front. As I looked up, I could see everyone converging
on one end of the room where the butler lady and the maid who had served the drinks were standing. They had shed their clothes too, and were now also completely naked.
The butler looked slowly round the group.

"Well, you know what to do. Send your partners to their rest, and then we can enjoy ourselves without them."

Slowly Myrna lifted her cupped hands to her mouth, which was open. She extended her tongue. God, it was so long and pink, and very inviting too. I could feel myself
developing an enormous boner. Transferring me to her left hand, she carefully took hold of me between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and gently lowered me
face down onto her tongue, with my head facing down her throat. I could see her mouth like a huge cave in front of me. It was such an erotic experience that I came
immediately, splurting my load all over her tongue. Instantly, I was hard again. The white sticky mess acted as a lubricant, and I could feel myself sliding slowly into
her mouth. It was the most erotic experience of my entire life.

Gradually Myrna tilted her tongue and I slid into the warm moist darkness, which smelled slightly of mints. I felt myself come again. I came so hard that I must have shot
twice my own body weight in cum. Slowly I felt myself being covered in warm saliva as my body turned vertical and the walls of Myrna's throat began to constrict. I came
to a halt. Gradually I became aware of a faint thumping noise - Myrna's heartbeat.

And then, she swallowed! God, the feeling was incredible. I was propelled downwards against a tight opening, which suddenly enlarged, and I was through. There was a short
vertical drop, before I landed on something that felt soft and yielded slightly. I must be in her stomach, I thought. Everything was pitch black, and I felt rather dizzy
for a moment, as my aunt shifted her position. I reckoned that she must now be lying on her back, and I could feel some heavy weight pressing down on her. The thumping
sound became louder and louder and speeded up, becoming accompanied by a moaning sound. Whatever was happening out there in the real world, Myrna was certainly enjoying
herself!

I lay back and resigned myself to my fate. How long would I last? It was only a matter of time before the digestive juices, which were even now beginning to ooze out of
Myrna's stomach wall, got to work on me. There was nothing left for me to do, but lie back and enjoy it. One last massive orgasm rippled through me.

I couldn't have been happier!

THE END!