Breaking Up Is Easy To Do(When you're being digested)
By: Sage of Stars
Commissioned By: Nuki Sammich
He was desperate. She�d called him over an hour ago to her house, and he knew why. He�d known this was coming for some time now. It was written on the wall all over the school in fact. Some jock had declared he loved her, and she was, after all, on the cheersquad. Why would she stay with a geek like him when she had a bear of a guy, literally, asking for her hoof.
He wasn�t going down without a fight though. He�d won her years ago back in grade school by being her friend, and then they�d blossomed into something more in junior high. Now, after three years of high school, and five years of serious dating, he wasn�t about to just roll over and let the other guy take her away. He was going to fight for her love, even if he was just going to get beat down in the end.
But he was going to talk with her one last time, maybe show her a trick he thought might win her back. Sure, it was something unique, something that he�d learned he could do a while ago, when he�d had to hide from bullies and stuff, and he�d kept it a secret from everybody. His parents, his friends, even her, but today was his last day to talk to her, to tell her and show her how he felt, and he figured if he opened up this much she would take him back, and they would be part of each other forever.
Opening the door in the way he always had since they�d met, he walked right into the familiar space of her living room, and looked around. All about him was proof that she�d been here over the years, proof of her existence, as pictures dotted the walls of her throughout the edges. And always at the edges of them, almost completely hidden, was him. It wasn�t so surprising, after all, as a fox, he was short, only about four feet in height, and as a deer she was a good deal taller, almost eight. It wasn�t much of a wonder that she had fallen for someone who had a height more than twice his.
�Michel, I�m glad you came,� she said as she walked into the room. As usual she wore that pink baby tee, the one the school had banned her from wearing inside anymore, as they found that it didn�t quite cover the whole of her ample package, which surprised no one when you considered she�d bought the thing for just that purpose, grabbing one that was almost four sizes too small for her so that it looked like it was busting at the seams to contain her chest ornaments.
�That�s not good. You never call me anything but Mike, except when you want to tell me something bad,� he commented, the little fox looking up at her with a worried expression. The last time she�d called him Michel had been when she�d wanted him to wait as she went on a rollercoaster he�d been a foot too short to ride, and had asked him to wait for her.
�Well, you knew this was coming, just like you usually know. I can�t keep two boyfriends, not that I don�t like you anymore, but Brian�s�.well, he�s more my size. I mean, when we had our fun that one time, I almost crushed you, and that�s only going to get worse as I get older,� she told him, and he nodded, knowing it was true, that she had indeed almost smashed him, when they�d had�.fun inside a store room at school once. She was, after all, a lot of woman, and he wasn�t a lot of guy. And whereas he was at his adult size, she was still growing, and would grow for years to come.
�I know that, I know, but I don�t want to lose this, to lose you, to someone like him. And you�re right, you could crush me accidentally during sex, but I can fix that. I can get bigger, or, if you want, smaller,� he said, and then smiled as she got a lopsided grin on her face, obviously imagining him as changing size, and finding the idea itself a bit out there.
�Heh, you know that�s not true. They proved that while ago. Growth hormones only do so much. They can�t make you big enough for us to do it safely. But, what do you mean get smaller?� she asked, intrigued, obviously having gotten the impression that he was proposing he take some kind of drug, something that would accelerate his growth, and then take it even farther than natural.
�That�s not what I mean, about the drugs. Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy Erica, but I can�I don�t know, I can slide into things. I found out when I was running from Ronzo, you know, that Rhino bully from forth grade? I got away from him once by merging with a text book,� he said, and the deer looked down at the fox like he was crazy, cocking one eyebrow, and the fox, staring up at her, merely smiled, and then motioned for her to sit on the couch nearby.
Taking the gesture, she sat down, the soft couch giving under her weight, and sinking her down until Mike was only chest high to her, rather than hip high as he usually was. Mike then began to scramble up the side of the couch, needing a bit of help from the deer, who leaned down and then grabbed his butt, getting a bit of a whoop from him as he was hauled up to her, standing beside her so that they were eye to eye.
�Like I said, I know it sound crazy, but I can show you. I�ve done it a lot lately, when I wanted to hide from the team at school cause of you and Brian,� says the fox, smiling as he looked around.
�Anything you want me to merge with? I can show it to you, but I�ll be stuck merged with it for an hour or so before I slide back out,� he says, and Erica chuckles, thinking this is some kind of trick, especially when his eyes magically find their way to a vibrator she�d left out, as she�d thought he would take a few minutes to arrive. Next to it, however, she had two slices of bread out, and behind that a small tub of stuff for sandwich making, wanting to end her relationship with him in the same way it started in kindergarten, over a turkey and cheese sandwich, that having been Mike�s lunch on the day they met.
�Heh, well, if you can really do what you say, how about this piece of bread?� she said, picking up the piece of white bread and then placing it in front of him on the coffee table. Looking at her a bit disappointedly at first, having been thinking exactly that, he decides to show her just what he can do. After all, you had to build up to things like that, and she probably wanted proof of what he said before she even let him touch something like that.
�Okay, just sit down, and whatever you do, don�t touch me,� he said, getting up and then standing on the other side of the table from her. Placing his hand on the piece of bread, he went back to that feeling of the days when he wanted to hide, when the only thing he wanted to do was not be himself right at that moment, to be something entirely different. Over his �testing� of his power, he�d found that was the emotion he needed in order to do this, a perfect state of needing to be something else.
As always happened, he felt a bit lighter as the process started, and he imagined Erica was looking a bit concerned at him, though he kept his eyes shut tightly. Every time he opened them when he was doing this, something bad happened, and he would end up as a freak of some kind for most of the hour, half merged with whatever he wanted.
Erica, staring at him, at first figured he would open his eyes in a moment and claim they needed to have sex to put him in the proper state of mind for this. Not that she would blame him, and hell, she figured she might even give it to him. She really did still like him, a lot, but they couldn�t be together. He was just�too fragile. She could cup him in his hands right now and squash him like a bug. Hell, he was even melting in the sun, if that wasn�t fragile she didn-wait a sec, MELTING?!
Yes, Mike was melting, his whole body seeming to smear to her vision, the details stretching out, becoming less defined, less real. It was so otherworldly that she gasped at first, wondering if she should do something, and the urge to reach out and poke him came to her, but she resisted it, remembering his warning not to touch him while he was changing, while he was becoming one with the slice of bread.
The feeling was the same as always. He became lighter at first, and then something else began to pull at him. It always made him think of himself as a bit of dust floating in the wind, and the object he was sliding into was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking him up completely, and storing him inside it. The analogy fell apart when he was looking, feeling ,and seeing everything through the object he slid into, but in the end, he wasn�t even sure where the power came from, so describing it was never easy.
Slowly, Erica leaned forward, as the last of Mike fell into the slice of bread, the wheat seeming to throb for a moment as he sort of surrounded it, like a kind of jell-o mold formed into a dome, before the bread just soaked it up completely, and he vanished from sight. Blinking a few times, the doe shook her head, trying to get the images of what she�d just seen to make sense, but every time her mind attempted to wrap around it, she felt another screw coming loose.
Looking down at the slice of bread, she couldn�t tell any different between what it was now, and what it had been before. The thing looked the same. It even smelled the same as she sniffed at it. It was, however, strangely warm, and when she poked it with a finger, she could almost feel it squirm, when a ghostly afterimage of Mike�s face covered the top of it, smiling as the sound of his giggling began to flow forth from the bread.
�Stop it, that tickles,� he laughed, and Erica, in complete disbelief, almost screamed, but settled for hopping back onto the couch, and just staring at the slice of bread from across a divide. Watching Mike become one with a slice of bread was one thing, hearing that same slice start to talk was quite another.
�Mi-mi-mike, is-s, that you?� she said at last, her voice quivering a bit as she drew closer again, her breathing becoming more normal as she stared down into his face, or at least, the after image of it.
�Yeah, it�s me. I told you. I become one wit the object I slide into. At first I couldn�t talk or anything through it, though I could see, but when I started doing this on purpose, I learned to make myself audible, so I could really freak some of those bullies out,� said the fox with a chuckle, as he stared up at her from the odd angle of the table.
�Oh, then, you were the one who made Angelo think he was crazy,� she said, referring to a bull the two of them had known in their classes in junior high, who always wore a pair of earphones. Later he had been taken out of class when he started to claim his headphones were talking to him, calling him a bad boy.
�Heh, yep. That was me. Felt kind of funny though. I imagined myself sliding into the whole headphones, and I did, but they weren�t all one piece, you know, so when he took them apart looking for the source of the voice, I sort of was all of them, and none of them, you know?� he said, remembering the incident well, as it had been the first time he�d used his ability to get revenge on anyone, and it was the only time he�d been taken apart while slid into something.
�So�what you�re part of can be taken into pieces, and you stay as part of it?� she asked, an interesting idea coming into her mind. She really did want Mike, h was sweet, kind, everything her mother had told her to look for in a guy. But he was also just so frail. Too frail for her to be with, at least, she�d thought so, but this form brought into question what she believed about him.
�Well, yeah, the headphones were torn to shreds. He even smashed a few pieces on the floor. It didn�t hurt, exactly, though it didn�t feel good. It just�.well, it was, and then, after a while, I slide out, the various pieces of me coming back together. Why?� he asked, not really sure what she was getting at, except maybe him sliding into some kind of dual purpose sex toy, and then her using both parts.
That didn�t seem to be what her face was telling him, however. Her face was one of someone who was considering things they knew they probably shouldn�t, but couldn�t help. The phrase, �cat that ate the canary,� came to mind as she looked down at him, and then he saw her tongue come out to lick at her lips, leaving the black patches of skin shiny in the light, as her saliva coated them with an extra bit of glossy sheen.
�Well, you say you want to be with me forever, right?� she asked, slowly reaching behind him, just out of where his �eyes� could see.
�Yes, I want to be with you forever, always a part of your life,� he said without thinking, his face nodding a bit, as her own broke out in a smile that would have probably melted a heart made of stone, let alone Mike�s heart, which was already burning with love for her.
�Good, I�m so glad to hear you say that,� she said, and without another word she brought a knife covered in mayo over his face, and before he could say anything else she was spreading it over him, coating his face with the stuff and making him gag. Of course, the mayo never touched his ghostly face, and he wasn�t breathing anyway, but it still felt strange to have her sliding the cool, wet slimy stuff over his shared body like that.
�Erica! What are you doing?!� he demanded, coughing a bit as he tried to focus through the mayo, blinking a few times to clear his eyes, and then finding that he seemed to slide into the mayo too, adding he gooey mess to his slide, like he�d been picturing it and the slice of bread at the same time.
�Well, I thought about it a lot, and the reason we can�t be together is just that, no matter what happens I can�t make you part of me in the way a woman makes a woman a man a part of her. No matter what you �slide� into that�s always going to be true. You won�t be a man, never. But this way, we can be part of each other, forever, even if I am with someone else,� she said, and his eyes went wide as he realized what she was planning on doing.
�But�we don�t know what will happen if you eat me!� he complained as she looked over the rest of the stuff she�d assembled, and grabbed a slice of turkey, gently placing it on top, and then watching as his face kind of bled through it, appearing on the top side facing her. Again, Mike felt the odd sensation of adding the turkey to his slide, and he wondered why this was happening, what was making him do this, and what would happen to him if Erica went through with what she was planning.
�You�re right, we don�t, but I figure, if you really are part of whatever it is you slide into, then if I eat this sandwich, and it becomes part of me, you�ll become part of me with it. Isn�t that what we want? I know I want you to be part of me, something deep inside of me, forever. This is the only way we can do that though,� she said, and Mike, about to object, began to think on her words.
He wanted her, but not her body, not in that way. He wanted to be with her, forever and ever. That was what he�d said, and deep down in his heart, he meant it. But she was right, Brian would never let them be together like that. Honestly, he was a nice guy, but that went beyond being nice, it was sharing one�s mate, and in the end, no one was willing to do that, at least, not on a basis like this.
But he could become one with her doing this, one with her in a way no one else could ever be. This was an opportunity, a choice that presented him with a future he wouldn�t even have imagined if she hadn�t brought it to him. Sitting there, he barely noticed as she laid a slice of cheese on top of the turkey, letting his face bleed through again, and then spreading out the lettuce on top of that, like she were tucking him in for the night, before finally placing the top slice of bread, and then patting it with a hand daintily.
�Well, Mike, I guess this is it. I want you to know, I�m not doing this to be cruel, I just�I don�t want to have to be without you, ever,� she told him, and his face slowly slid out of the bread, staring at her, and to her amazement, he was smiling, and then nodded somehow.
�Okay, make me part of you, I love you,� was all he said, and it brought a small tear to her eye, before she leaned forward and kissed the bread where his lips were, pressing into the softness for a moment, before pulling back and licking them again, as she brought her hand down toward the sandwich, working her fingers under the edge, and then lifting it from the coffee table, smiling at him.
�Over the teeth and past the gums, watch out stomach, here he comes,� she said with a giggle, before opening wide. Her mouth opened wide, the teeth gleaming in the light as her saliva ran between them in column, cords vibrating as she breathed out softly, her warm, humid breath washing over Mike�s new form, getting him damp, and making him moan a little.
Then she moved him forward, and he felt her mouth all around him. The humidity increased a thousand fold in her mouth, and it was like he was being soaked in her spit for a moment, before she bit down, her flat teeth grinding through his soft bread, and then cutting into the meat and lettuce with a crunch, causing his senses to register something that wasn�t quite pain, but wasn�t pleasure either. It just, was.
With a clack of meeting teeth, she was through his body, and he could feel the severed part inside her, but only barely. Like it was part of him, but attached by a small cored, through which only a few sensations could move. Her chewing was loud, as she mmmed and moaned, both at the warmth, which made this so much more than just a sandwich, and then at the taste, which was somehow better than ever, as if he had added his own flavor too it.
Slowing the contents of her mouth were turned to mush as her jaw rose and fell many times, her teeth rendering everything inside into a mixture of her saliva and a few pieces of solid mass, all of which seemed to glow with flavor, as Mike groaned out, the feeling of her tongue against even that separated part of him enough that, had he been himself, he knew would have made him hard, if not forced him to cum all over himself.
Leaning her head forward, Erica gently tossed it back, an then with a gulp, a bulge began to move down her neck, and Mike could feel it, see it, hear it, sense it in so many ways, yet that was only a distant sensation. His spirit hungered for more, for her to devour him, and as he felt the load of himself slip down past her collar bone, into her chest, vanishing to the outside world, he could hear it grumble with hunger, and he knew she wasn�t about to stop with just a taste of him.
This proved correct, as she opened wide again, her teeth with little bits of himself stuck between them, as her tongue lolled out like a carpet, presenting him a gateway to another world, another life. No longer afraid of what would come of this, no longer scared. This was his life now, to be food for his love, to become part of her.
When she bit down this time, the sensation was even stronger, and as her teeth ground through his body, Mike let out a sharp cry. There was just a feeling this time, of being torn in two, which wasn�t wrong, as he was really being halved by her second bite, putting half of his mass inside her, and the other half in her hands, making the feeling of being chewed up even more�.well, of a feeling, even as the parts of him that were inside her belly already were being churned about by the walls. Still feeling everything, he barely heard her swallow again, licking a few stray crumbs from her lips as she smiled at him.
�Mike, I love you,� was all she said, and then opened her mouth wider than he thought possible. It looked now like it really was a hole to some other world, some other place, with her pulsing throat at the back the final passage before he would vanish from the world forever. Smiling, but also, wondering what was about to happen to him in the back of his mind.
She shoved him in without another thought on her part, and then sealed him inside her, reveling in the knowledge that now, she wouldn�t have to say goodbye to Mike. Now he would always be a part of her, and in her heart, that meant everything, so much so that she decided to send him down as whole as she could, her tongue crushing him against the roof of her mouth for a moment or two, mixing him with her saliva and making him soft, before she tilted her head back and swallowed.
This time the feeling of the muscles rippling around him was his whole world, and Mike cried out, half in joy at the sheer sensation of it all, and half in an instinctive fear of what was happening. He was being eaten, his natural side screaming at him to fight, but his other side, the side of him that knew what love was, what it could feel like, more than just a need to mate, told him that this was his only way, the sole road that would have him be with Erica.
So he let it happen, the walls pushing against him, pressing him forward and then down, as they outside world remarked him only as a huge bulge in her throat, almost choking her a time or two, before she was able to swallow again, and force him down, deeper into her, pushing him past her neck, and making him disappear into her body.
The feeling of her all around him was more than he could describe. A cocoon of warmth and love, a second skin softly coating him. In the background of it all was her heartbeat, a framing sound that caused him to lose himself inside her, forgetting after a few moments that there was another world out beyond her skin. She became his world, his only reason for existing. He was her food, and he dropped into her stomach, ready to play the part.
He landed amid the remains of himself with a splash, the stomach greeting him with the same greedy growl it had shouted at him before, and for a moment, he was afraid he was not enough food for her, that she would need more, and he so wanted to be filling, but then, as the walls began to churn and the mush mixed with the solid bits, he felt the growls lessen, until they were just a bit of background noise, like the roaring lungs around him, the gurgling stomach he was trapped in, or that steady drum beat that tied it all together.
Leaning back on her couch, Erica sighed, stroking at her belly and licking her lips. She was satisfied now. She had been so nervous going into today, knowing that she wanted to be with Mike, but knowing that nature daunted them. Then he had presented her with this impossible chance, a chance he himself had missed, and she�d grabbed it.
Inside her belly, the walls were rubbing against the contents hard, slowly churning against the mass within her gut, leaving slime and acids behind that tingled against Mike�s form. Gently he felt himself being tugged apart, like a shirt unraveling one strand of thread at a time, making him mmm with his own pleasure, as the sea of stomach juices began to slosh, Erica, his world, was moving, and wherever she went, he went with her, from now, until forever.
The belly would gurgle and continue churning for several more hours, the mixture of her gut getting less solid, and Mike�s consciousness, his spirit spreading outward, filling her belly, and feeling every contour of the walls, before a valve opened below him, and the liquid began to drain out of her stomach, into her intestine .
What followed was something like a slow motion flume ride. He could feel the walls around him, even if, in the pitch darkness of her body, he couldn�t see them. They rippled and tugged, the flow of liquid drawing him ever onward, ever deeper into her, sucking him completely out of her stomach in only a few minutes, leaving it empty for her next meal.
The walls were also tugging at him in a different way, however, and as he slid past them, he realized that the villa, the little protrusions from the wall, were lapping at his body, drawing bits and pieces of him into her, making him one with her. That, having been his goal, would have made him cry had he eyes, as he was joined with her, becoming one with her, and able to feel her body around him.
Yet the sense was never total. Most of him would not join her, and though he could feel her as if he were indeed her body, he was still centralized within the mass of mush moving through her gut, being taken deeper, farther, and finally being pushed out of the tight tunnels full of liquid, to the more open ones that seemed to be bone dry.
Knowing what he did about anatomy, Mike soon realized that he was now past her small intestines, the place that absorbed solid nourishment from food, and into the large, which would slowly take away the fluids of his form. Not concerned, as he was one with his love now, he simply enjoyed the ride, as the walls would pass him through peristalsis upward and then around her body, before dumping what was left into a sack of flesh.
Erica was at that moment just finishing up a night she would never forget. Knowing that Mike was within her, was part of her, she�d wanted to share her lust, and so had sought out Brain, finding him to be as horny as he ever was, and always ready for a nice throw down. Taking her to his bedroom he had put on a good show for her, and the two of them had been making the whole house shake with their love, as he came inside her again, and again.
But now was the morning hour where Brian fell into a deep sleep, one from which he would not awaken, and Erica, needing to relieve something as primordial as sexual tension, gently moved over him, slipping out of his room, and then going as quietly as she could down the hall, before closing the door to his bathroom, and then turning on the light.
Taking a seat, she pressed against the load inside her, finding it moved easily, as it was oddly warm, making her smile as she realized what it had to be. Mike, inside her colon, would feel the walls press against him, and then push him forward, crushing him with the rest of the gooey contents of her waste, mixing with a bit of fluid that was then sucked down and out, coating the passage out of her so that when the walls finally forced the rest beyond, they moved through easily.
Plummeting out of her anus, he was against exposed to light, though only a small ring of it, as he was dropped into the blow with a splash, the water, cold but in a distant way, rippled about him, feeling good after his journey, and then, looking up, he stared at her ass for a few moments, before she rose, smiling and sighing with the exertion, before wiping herself, and then turning with the toilet paper in her hand to face him.
�Well Mike, this is it, I suppose. I don�t know how much of you is in me now, and how much is what I�m staring at, but I know, somewhere deep inside of me, that you�ll always be part of me, and that just makes me so happy that I want to shout it out. I wish I could eat you again, but, I�m not really into that, so, I�m just gonna press this handle down, and�.well, bye,� she said with coy smile, and then his world was a spinning image of her face, the water washing over him, before he was sucked down a drain.
Oddly, he was not saddened to move on from her, as she was right. He was part of her now, and though the distance was growing greater, he could still feel her movements, her sensations. He�d never experienced sex from the woman�s side before, but now, as part of Erica, he knew he would feel it every night. Idly, he wondered where the rest of him would end up, but realized, that would be another story.
By: Sage of Stars
Commissioned By: Nuki Sammich
He was desperate. She�d called him over an hour ago to her house, and he knew why. He�d known this was coming for some time now. It was written on the wall all over the school in fact. Some jock had declared he loved her, and she was, after all, on the cheersquad. Why would she stay with a geek like him when she had a bear of a guy, literally, asking for her hoof.
He wasn�t going down without a fight though. He�d won her years ago back in grade school by being her friend, and then they�d blossomed into something more in junior high. Now, after three years of high school, and five years of serious dating, he wasn�t about to just roll over and let the other guy take her away. He was going to fight for her love, even if he was just going to get beat down in the end.
But he was going to talk with her one last time, maybe show her a trick he thought might win her back. Sure, it was something unique, something that he�d learned he could do a while ago, when he�d had to hide from bullies and stuff, and he�d kept it a secret from everybody. His parents, his friends, even her, but today was his last day to talk to her, to tell her and show her how he felt, and he figured if he opened up this much she would take him back, and they would be part of each other forever.
Opening the door in the way he always had since they�d met, he walked right into the familiar space of her living room, and looked around. All about him was proof that she�d been here over the years, proof of her existence, as pictures dotted the walls of her throughout the edges. And always at the edges of them, almost completely hidden, was him. It wasn�t so surprising, after all, as a fox, he was short, only about four feet in height, and as a deer she was a good deal taller, almost eight. It wasn�t much of a wonder that she had fallen for someone who had a height more than twice his.
�Michel, I�m glad you came,� she said as she walked into the room. As usual she wore that pink baby tee, the one the school had banned her from wearing inside anymore, as they found that it didn�t quite cover the whole of her ample package, which surprised no one when you considered she�d bought the thing for just that purpose, grabbing one that was almost four sizes too small for her so that it looked like it was busting at the seams to contain her chest ornaments.
�That�s not good. You never call me anything but Mike, except when you want to tell me something bad,� he commented, the little fox looking up at her with a worried expression. The last time she�d called him Michel had been when she�d wanted him to wait as she went on a rollercoaster he�d been a foot too short to ride, and had asked him to wait for her.
�Well, you knew this was coming, just like you usually know. I can�t keep two boyfriends, not that I don�t like you anymore, but Brian�s�.well, he�s more my size. I mean, when we had our fun that one time, I almost crushed you, and that�s only going to get worse as I get older,� she told him, and he nodded, knowing it was true, that she had indeed almost smashed him, when they�d had�.fun inside a store room at school once. She was, after all, a lot of woman, and he wasn�t a lot of guy. And whereas he was at his adult size, she was still growing, and would grow for years to come.
�I know that, I know, but I don�t want to lose this, to lose you, to someone like him. And you�re right, you could crush me accidentally during sex, but I can fix that. I can get bigger, or, if you want, smaller,� he said, and then smiled as she got a lopsided grin on her face, obviously imagining him as changing size, and finding the idea itself a bit out there.
�Heh, you know that�s not true. They proved that while ago. Growth hormones only do so much. They can�t make you big enough for us to do it safely. But, what do you mean get smaller?� she asked, intrigued, obviously having gotten the impression that he was proposing he take some kind of drug, something that would accelerate his growth, and then take it even farther than natural.
�That�s not what I mean, about the drugs. Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy Erica, but I can�I don�t know, I can slide into things. I found out when I was running from Ronzo, you know, that Rhino bully from forth grade? I got away from him once by merging with a text book,� he said, and the deer looked down at the fox like he was crazy, cocking one eyebrow, and the fox, staring up at her, merely smiled, and then motioned for her to sit on the couch nearby.
Taking the gesture, she sat down, the soft couch giving under her weight, and sinking her down until Mike was only chest high to her, rather than hip high as he usually was. Mike then began to scramble up the side of the couch, needing a bit of help from the deer, who leaned down and then grabbed his butt, getting a bit of a whoop from him as he was hauled up to her, standing beside her so that they were eye to eye.
�Like I said, I know it sound crazy, but I can show you. I�ve done it a lot lately, when I wanted to hide from the team at school cause of you and Brian,� says the fox, smiling as he looked around.
�Anything you want me to merge with? I can show it to you, but I�ll be stuck merged with it for an hour or so before I slide back out,� he says, and Erica chuckles, thinking this is some kind of trick, especially when his eyes magically find their way to a vibrator she�d left out, as she�d thought he would take a few minutes to arrive. Next to it, however, she had two slices of bread out, and behind that a small tub of stuff for sandwich making, wanting to end her relationship with him in the same way it started in kindergarten, over a turkey and cheese sandwich, that having been Mike�s lunch on the day they met.
�Heh, well, if you can really do what you say, how about this piece of bread?� she said, picking up the piece of white bread and then placing it in front of him on the coffee table. Looking at her a bit disappointedly at first, having been thinking exactly that, he decides to show her just what he can do. After all, you had to build up to things like that, and she probably wanted proof of what he said before she even let him touch something like that.
�Okay, just sit down, and whatever you do, don�t touch me,� he said, getting up and then standing on the other side of the table from her. Placing his hand on the piece of bread, he went back to that feeling of the days when he wanted to hide, when the only thing he wanted to do was not be himself right at that moment, to be something entirely different. Over his �testing� of his power, he�d found that was the emotion he needed in order to do this, a perfect state of needing to be something else.
As always happened, he felt a bit lighter as the process started, and he imagined Erica was looking a bit concerned at him, though he kept his eyes shut tightly. Every time he opened them when he was doing this, something bad happened, and he would end up as a freak of some kind for most of the hour, half merged with whatever he wanted.
Erica, staring at him, at first figured he would open his eyes in a moment and claim they needed to have sex to put him in the proper state of mind for this. Not that she would blame him, and hell, she figured she might even give it to him. She really did still like him, a lot, but they couldn�t be together. He was just�too fragile. She could cup him in his hands right now and squash him like a bug. Hell, he was even melting in the sun, if that wasn�t fragile she didn-wait a sec, MELTING?!
Yes, Mike was melting, his whole body seeming to smear to her vision, the details stretching out, becoming less defined, less real. It was so otherworldly that she gasped at first, wondering if she should do something, and the urge to reach out and poke him came to her, but she resisted it, remembering his warning not to touch him while he was changing, while he was becoming one with the slice of bread.
The feeling was the same as always. He became lighter at first, and then something else began to pull at him. It always made him think of himself as a bit of dust floating in the wind, and the object he was sliding into was like a vacuum cleaner, sucking him up completely, and storing him inside it. The analogy fell apart when he was looking, feeling ,and seeing everything through the object he slid into, but in the end, he wasn�t even sure where the power came from, so describing it was never easy.
Slowly, Erica leaned forward, as the last of Mike fell into the slice of bread, the wheat seeming to throb for a moment as he sort of surrounded it, like a kind of jell-o mold formed into a dome, before the bread just soaked it up completely, and he vanished from sight. Blinking a few times, the doe shook her head, trying to get the images of what she�d just seen to make sense, but every time her mind attempted to wrap around it, she felt another screw coming loose.
Looking down at the slice of bread, she couldn�t tell any different between what it was now, and what it had been before. The thing looked the same. It even smelled the same as she sniffed at it. It was, however, strangely warm, and when she poked it with a finger, she could almost feel it squirm, when a ghostly afterimage of Mike�s face covered the top of it, smiling as the sound of his giggling began to flow forth from the bread.
�Stop it, that tickles,� he laughed, and Erica, in complete disbelief, almost screamed, but settled for hopping back onto the couch, and just staring at the slice of bread from across a divide. Watching Mike become one with a slice of bread was one thing, hearing that same slice start to talk was quite another.
�Mi-mi-mike, is-s, that you?� she said at last, her voice quivering a bit as she drew closer again, her breathing becoming more normal as she stared down into his face, or at least, the after image of it.
�Yeah, it�s me. I told you. I become one wit the object I slide into. At first I couldn�t talk or anything through it, though I could see, but when I started doing this on purpose, I learned to make myself audible, so I could really freak some of those bullies out,� said the fox with a chuckle, as he stared up at her from the odd angle of the table.
�Oh, then, you were the one who made Angelo think he was crazy,� she said, referring to a bull the two of them had known in their classes in junior high, who always wore a pair of earphones. Later he had been taken out of class when he started to claim his headphones were talking to him, calling him a bad boy.
�Heh, yep. That was me. Felt kind of funny though. I imagined myself sliding into the whole headphones, and I did, but they weren�t all one piece, you know, so when he took them apart looking for the source of the voice, I sort of was all of them, and none of them, you know?� he said, remembering the incident well, as it had been the first time he�d used his ability to get revenge on anyone, and it was the only time he�d been taken apart while slid into something.
�So�what you�re part of can be taken into pieces, and you stay as part of it?� she asked, an interesting idea coming into her mind. She really did want Mike, h was sweet, kind, everything her mother had told her to look for in a guy. But he was also just so frail. Too frail for her to be with, at least, she�d thought so, but this form brought into question what she believed about him.
�Well, yeah, the headphones were torn to shreds. He even smashed a few pieces on the floor. It didn�t hurt, exactly, though it didn�t feel good. It just�.well, it was, and then, after a while, I slide out, the various pieces of me coming back together. Why?� he asked, not really sure what she was getting at, except maybe him sliding into some kind of dual purpose sex toy, and then her using both parts.
That didn�t seem to be what her face was telling him, however. Her face was one of someone who was considering things they knew they probably shouldn�t, but couldn�t help. The phrase, �cat that ate the canary,� came to mind as she looked down at him, and then he saw her tongue come out to lick at her lips, leaving the black patches of skin shiny in the light, as her saliva coated them with an extra bit of glossy sheen.
�Well, you say you want to be with me forever, right?� she asked, slowly reaching behind him, just out of where his �eyes� could see.
�Yes, I want to be with you forever, always a part of your life,� he said without thinking, his face nodding a bit, as her own broke out in a smile that would have probably melted a heart made of stone, let alone Mike�s heart, which was already burning with love for her.
�Good, I�m so glad to hear you say that,� she said, and without another word she brought a knife covered in mayo over his face, and before he could say anything else she was spreading it over him, coating his face with the stuff and making him gag. Of course, the mayo never touched his ghostly face, and he wasn�t breathing anyway, but it still felt strange to have her sliding the cool, wet slimy stuff over his shared body like that.
�Erica! What are you doing?!� he demanded, coughing a bit as he tried to focus through the mayo, blinking a few times to clear his eyes, and then finding that he seemed to slide into the mayo too, adding he gooey mess to his slide, like he�d been picturing it and the slice of bread at the same time.
�Well, I thought about it a lot, and the reason we can�t be together is just that, no matter what happens I can�t make you part of me in the way a woman makes a woman a man a part of her. No matter what you �slide� into that�s always going to be true. You won�t be a man, never. But this way, we can be part of each other, forever, even if I am with someone else,� she said, and his eyes went wide as he realized what she was planning on doing.
�But�we don�t know what will happen if you eat me!� he complained as she looked over the rest of the stuff she�d assembled, and grabbed a slice of turkey, gently placing it on top, and then watching as his face kind of bled through it, appearing on the top side facing her. Again, Mike felt the odd sensation of adding the turkey to his slide, and he wondered why this was happening, what was making him do this, and what would happen to him if Erica went through with what she was planning.
�You�re right, we don�t, but I figure, if you really are part of whatever it is you slide into, then if I eat this sandwich, and it becomes part of me, you�ll become part of me with it. Isn�t that what we want? I know I want you to be part of me, something deep inside of me, forever. This is the only way we can do that though,� she said, and Mike, about to object, began to think on her words.
He wanted her, but not her body, not in that way. He wanted to be with her, forever and ever. That was what he�d said, and deep down in his heart, he meant it. But she was right, Brian would never let them be together like that. Honestly, he was a nice guy, but that went beyond being nice, it was sharing one�s mate, and in the end, no one was willing to do that, at least, not on a basis like this.
But he could become one with her doing this, one with her in a way no one else could ever be. This was an opportunity, a choice that presented him with a future he wouldn�t even have imagined if she hadn�t brought it to him. Sitting there, he barely noticed as she laid a slice of cheese on top of the turkey, letting his face bleed through again, and then spreading out the lettuce on top of that, like she were tucking him in for the night, before finally placing the top slice of bread, and then patting it with a hand daintily.
�Well, Mike, I guess this is it. I want you to know, I�m not doing this to be cruel, I just�I don�t want to have to be without you, ever,� she told him, and his face slowly slid out of the bread, staring at her, and to her amazement, he was smiling, and then nodded somehow.
�Okay, make me part of you, I love you,� was all he said, and it brought a small tear to her eye, before she leaned forward and kissed the bread where his lips were, pressing into the softness for a moment, before pulling back and licking them again, as she brought her hand down toward the sandwich, working her fingers under the edge, and then lifting it from the coffee table, smiling at him.
�Over the teeth and past the gums, watch out stomach, here he comes,� she said with a giggle, before opening wide. Her mouth opened wide, the teeth gleaming in the light as her saliva ran between them in column, cords vibrating as she breathed out softly, her warm, humid breath washing over Mike�s new form, getting him damp, and making him moan a little.
Then she moved him forward, and he felt her mouth all around him. The humidity increased a thousand fold in her mouth, and it was like he was being soaked in her spit for a moment, before she bit down, her flat teeth grinding through his soft bread, and then cutting into the meat and lettuce with a crunch, causing his senses to register something that wasn�t quite pain, but wasn�t pleasure either. It just, was.
With a clack of meeting teeth, she was through his body, and he could feel the severed part inside her, but only barely. Like it was part of him, but attached by a small cored, through which only a few sensations could move. Her chewing was loud, as she mmmed and moaned, both at the warmth, which made this so much more than just a sandwich, and then at the taste, which was somehow better than ever, as if he had added his own flavor too it.
Slowing the contents of her mouth were turned to mush as her jaw rose and fell many times, her teeth rendering everything inside into a mixture of her saliva and a few pieces of solid mass, all of which seemed to glow with flavor, as Mike groaned out, the feeling of her tongue against even that separated part of him enough that, had he been himself, he knew would have made him hard, if not forced him to cum all over himself.
Leaning her head forward, Erica gently tossed it back, an then with a gulp, a bulge began to move down her neck, and Mike could feel it, see it, hear it, sense it in so many ways, yet that was only a distant sensation. His spirit hungered for more, for her to devour him, and as he felt the load of himself slip down past her collar bone, into her chest, vanishing to the outside world, he could hear it grumble with hunger, and he knew she wasn�t about to stop with just a taste of him.
This proved correct, as she opened wide again, her teeth with little bits of himself stuck between them, as her tongue lolled out like a carpet, presenting him a gateway to another world, another life. No longer afraid of what would come of this, no longer scared. This was his life now, to be food for his love, to become part of her.
When she bit down this time, the sensation was even stronger, and as her teeth ground through his body, Mike let out a sharp cry. There was just a feeling this time, of being torn in two, which wasn�t wrong, as he was really being halved by her second bite, putting half of his mass inside her, and the other half in her hands, making the feeling of being chewed up even more�.well, of a feeling, even as the parts of him that were inside her belly already were being churned about by the walls. Still feeling everything, he barely heard her swallow again, licking a few stray crumbs from her lips as she smiled at him.
�Mike, I love you,� was all she said, and then opened her mouth wider than he thought possible. It looked now like it really was a hole to some other world, some other place, with her pulsing throat at the back the final passage before he would vanish from the world forever. Smiling, but also, wondering what was about to happen to him in the back of his mind.
She shoved him in without another thought on her part, and then sealed him inside her, reveling in the knowledge that now, she wouldn�t have to say goodbye to Mike. Now he would always be a part of her, and in her heart, that meant everything, so much so that she decided to send him down as whole as she could, her tongue crushing him against the roof of her mouth for a moment or two, mixing him with her saliva and making him soft, before she tilted her head back and swallowed.
This time the feeling of the muscles rippling around him was his whole world, and Mike cried out, half in joy at the sheer sensation of it all, and half in an instinctive fear of what was happening. He was being eaten, his natural side screaming at him to fight, but his other side, the side of him that knew what love was, what it could feel like, more than just a need to mate, told him that this was his only way, the sole road that would have him be with Erica.
So he let it happen, the walls pushing against him, pressing him forward and then down, as they outside world remarked him only as a huge bulge in her throat, almost choking her a time or two, before she was able to swallow again, and force him down, deeper into her, pushing him past her neck, and making him disappear into her body.
The feeling of her all around him was more than he could describe. A cocoon of warmth and love, a second skin softly coating him. In the background of it all was her heartbeat, a framing sound that caused him to lose himself inside her, forgetting after a few moments that there was another world out beyond her skin. She became his world, his only reason for existing. He was her food, and he dropped into her stomach, ready to play the part.
He landed amid the remains of himself with a splash, the stomach greeting him with the same greedy growl it had shouted at him before, and for a moment, he was afraid he was not enough food for her, that she would need more, and he so wanted to be filling, but then, as the walls began to churn and the mush mixed with the solid bits, he felt the growls lessen, until they were just a bit of background noise, like the roaring lungs around him, the gurgling stomach he was trapped in, or that steady drum beat that tied it all together.
Leaning back on her couch, Erica sighed, stroking at her belly and licking her lips. She was satisfied now. She had been so nervous going into today, knowing that she wanted to be with Mike, but knowing that nature daunted them. Then he had presented her with this impossible chance, a chance he himself had missed, and she�d grabbed it.
Inside her belly, the walls were rubbing against the contents hard, slowly churning against the mass within her gut, leaving slime and acids behind that tingled against Mike�s form. Gently he felt himself being tugged apart, like a shirt unraveling one strand of thread at a time, making him mmm with his own pleasure, as the sea of stomach juices began to slosh, Erica, his world, was moving, and wherever she went, he went with her, from now, until forever.
The belly would gurgle and continue churning for several more hours, the mixture of her gut getting less solid, and Mike�s consciousness, his spirit spreading outward, filling her belly, and feeling every contour of the walls, before a valve opened below him, and the liquid began to drain out of her stomach, into her intestine .
What followed was something like a slow motion flume ride. He could feel the walls around him, even if, in the pitch darkness of her body, he couldn�t see them. They rippled and tugged, the flow of liquid drawing him ever onward, ever deeper into her, sucking him completely out of her stomach in only a few minutes, leaving it empty for her next meal.
The walls were also tugging at him in a different way, however, and as he slid past them, he realized that the villa, the little protrusions from the wall, were lapping at his body, drawing bits and pieces of him into her, making him one with her. That, having been his goal, would have made him cry had he eyes, as he was joined with her, becoming one with her, and able to feel her body around him.
Yet the sense was never total. Most of him would not join her, and though he could feel her as if he were indeed her body, he was still centralized within the mass of mush moving through her gut, being taken deeper, farther, and finally being pushed out of the tight tunnels full of liquid, to the more open ones that seemed to be bone dry.
Knowing what he did about anatomy, Mike soon realized that he was now past her small intestines, the place that absorbed solid nourishment from food, and into the large, which would slowly take away the fluids of his form. Not concerned, as he was one with his love now, he simply enjoyed the ride, as the walls would pass him through peristalsis upward and then around her body, before dumping what was left into a sack of flesh.
Erica was at that moment just finishing up a night she would never forget. Knowing that Mike was within her, was part of her, she�d wanted to share her lust, and so had sought out Brain, finding him to be as horny as he ever was, and always ready for a nice throw down. Taking her to his bedroom he had put on a good show for her, and the two of them had been making the whole house shake with their love, as he came inside her again, and again.
But now was the morning hour where Brian fell into a deep sleep, one from which he would not awaken, and Erica, needing to relieve something as primordial as sexual tension, gently moved over him, slipping out of his room, and then going as quietly as she could down the hall, before closing the door to his bathroom, and then turning on the light.
Taking a seat, she pressed against the load inside her, finding it moved easily, as it was oddly warm, making her smile as she realized what it had to be. Mike, inside her colon, would feel the walls press against him, and then push him forward, crushing him with the rest of the gooey contents of her waste, mixing with a bit of fluid that was then sucked down and out, coating the passage out of her so that when the walls finally forced the rest beyond, they moved through easily.
Plummeting out of her anus, he was against exposed to light, though only a small ring of it, as he was dropped into the blow with a splash, the water, cold but in a distant way, rippled about him, feeling good after his journey, and then, looking up, he stared at her ass for a few moments, before she rose, smiling and sighing with the exertion, before wiping herself, and then turning with the toilet paper in her hand to face him.
�Well Mike, this is it, I suppose. I don�t know how much of you is in me now, and how much is what I�m staring at, but I know, somewhere deep inside of me, that you�ll always be part of me, and that just makes me so happy that I want to shout it out. I wish I could eat you again, but, I�m not really into that, so, I�m just gonna press this handle down, and�.well, bye,� she said with coy smile, and then his world was a spinning image of her face, the water washing over him, before he was sucked down a drain.
Oddly, he was not saddened to move on from her, as she was right. He was part of her now, and though the distance was growing greater, he could still feel her movements, her sensations. He�d never experienced sex from the woman�s side before, but now, as part of Erica, he knew he would feel it every night. Idly, he wondered where the rest of him would end up, but realized, that would be another story.
Please login to post a comment.
No comments yet, make a comment please