Sometimes feet first can be as hot as head first. Let's try with a little story with this one.


She picked him up at the bar. He wasn't into women that much, but there were something special about her. So he finished his drink and followed her out. The bartender gave him a worried look, but he thought it was because of the interspecies thing. (Some humans are against interspecies relationships and intercourse.) "Well, screw him" he thought as he hailed a taxi.
She lived in a small, messy apartment. There were this strange smell in the air, but he couldn't recognize it. The kitchen was all dusty, as if she didn't use it. He started to get this uncomfortable feeling, that something wasn't quite right. But he was the guy that never gave up, not matter how strange the situations were, so he decided to stay and get the best out of it.

There was no bed in the apartment, just a pile of sheats on the floor and a large couch in the corner. The shelves were full of jars and bowls in all sizes. He got a bit curious and looked in one of them. It was full of driver licences. "What an odd hobby" he thought and looked in the rest of the bowls and jars. They all contained personal belongings, like watches, rings, glasses, piercings, and other jewelries. One jar was full of teeths in all sizes. It was then he knew something was terrible wrong and was just about to leave the apartment when he felt it. A strange, heavy feeling in the back of his head. His sight got foggy and he fell slowly to the floor, then it all went dark.

He opened his eyes and saw he was lying on the filthy sheets. He couldn't move his arms or legs. He tried to shout, but his lips wouldn't open. He looked down and noticed he was naked. There were duct tape around his ankles and on his mouth. His arms were on his back and it felt like they too was hold in place with tape. He should never have followed her home, and he just remembered the look on the bartender's face. He cursed himself for his stupidity and started to struggle. The sheats smelled terrible, it seemed like they hadn't been washed in years.

His feet hit something soft yet sturdy. He rolled over on his back and looked down. It was one of her legs. She was sitting in the couch, naked, with the legs spread, and looked down on him with a grin on her face. She almost looked hungry. Then she started to stroke his calves with her foot, up and down, teasing him. He tried to speak, to make her stop, to convince her to let him go. But he couldn't. The only sounds that came from him were grunts. He thought of the jars and bowls with the "souvenirs". Was she going to slaughter him? Rip him apart? But there weren't any blood on the sheats, and the bathroom seemed far too small for her to do any 'slaughtering' in there.

Suddenly she got up and sat down on squat next to him. She started to feel all over his body with her hands. She ran her fingers over his face, grabbed his sides, pinched him, stroked her hands over his chest and down to the stomach. Then she grabbed his crotch and smiled. She could feel how the thing she had in her hand started to grow and get harder. She lowered her head down towards his face until it was an inch from it, and then she began to lick his face. The strong, thick, powerful tongue ran all over it, letting a thin memrane of saliva cover every inch of his skin. Then she continued down his body, licking every part of him except the crotch area. In the end she was down by his feet. He could hear her stomach rumble, and her breath grew heavier.

She quickly rolled him over on his stomach, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him a few feets towards the couch. While firmly holding his ankles she sat down and started to nibble on his toes. He wriggled and grunted, tried to kick her muzzle away, but it was impossible. He wanted to go home. Get away from this nightmare. He wished he never had gone to that bar. But it was too late, now he was bound and naked in a filthy apartment with a God-knows-what maniac. Tears started to run down his cheeks. He knew he never would walk out of this apartment alive, he knew that he never would see his parents again, or his friends. He would never sleep in his own bed. He knew all this, but he wouldn't believe it.

Then he felt it. A slippery warm feeling covering his feet. Strong hands pressed his tights together and the warmness continued past his heels and over his ankles. The slickness moved up his calves, past his knees, and halfway up the tights. Then it stopped. He could hear heavy breathing and he could feel the hot air from her nostrils on his skin. At first he thought she was going to spit him out again, that all this just was a bizarre joke. That thought didn't live long though, suddenly she raised her head back and started to swallow again. He started to fight and twist his body, but to no avail. It was impossible to get out of her grip.

When he was halway down her throat she released her hands and used them to support herself on the couch. The teeth were burrowed deep in his naked skin, but not so hard that it ripped. His balls were hanging just outside her lover jaw, and with a little swallow he was dragged in deeper. An agonizing pain spread through his body as his balls got squeezed over her teeth. Then his penis followed, and soon after they were resting comfortable on her tongue. Even if he tried to fight the feeling, he couldn't help it. The penis started to grow bigger and harder. It was an amazing feeling, but he snapped quickly out of it. "No, not like this. Not alive, not now" he thought. His eyes started to water again, and tears soon dropped down from his cheeks and landed on her stomach. As a last desperate try he tried to grab ahold on something with his fingers, but it was all too wet and slippery.

Only his chest were outside now, and he could see how her stomach started to grow. His feeble attemts at kicking made her stomach wiggle a bit. Loud gurgling sounds could be heard as drool circulated inside her mouth. Then one of her hands grabbed his face and started to push it violently into her mouth, as if she was getting tired of swallowing. He tried to scream, making as much sound as possible so the neighbours would be alerted, but it was no use. He was doomed. Nothing could save him.

Now only his head was in her mouth. Her tongue started to play with his face like she had done earlier. Like she was tasting him again. Or was it just her wicked way of enjoying his misery by licking his tears? Her mouth slowly closed, leaving him in total darkness, and he knew what to come.
Just as his head passed the folders of the back of her throat, he inhaled as much as he could. The smell inside her mouth were sickening, but it was better than nothing. He got squeezed and pressed from all directions, and after a minute his body was almost curled up as a ball in her stomach. The tight ring closed over his head and he was now completely swallowed. The stomach walls pulsated around him and the sound of a beating heart could be heard. But he wasn't sure if it was his or hers. He still had an erection, and he wished his hands were free so he could get one last orgasm.
Something that felt like a strange burning covered his body. The parts of his body that had thin skin, like the head of the penis, the skin just right under his nails and anus got the first taste of things to come. A real painful burning that made him struggle and push all he could. He opened his eyes to try to focus and they were immediately covered my acidic mucus, and instead of a scream, a loud bubbling and snorting noise could be heard. It was all the air he had in his lungs that escaped his nostrils.

When he tried to inhale again, a thick, bitter smell hit him. It was not air, so he quickly exhaled and tried to inhale again. The same unpleasant burning entered his sinuses and lungs. His eyes were bulging out and his body were shaking and twisting like an epileptic. The acid in his eyes made him blink as if they were trying to get rid of the mucus, but it didn't help. The pain he felt as his body started to get numb because of lack of oxygen was a pain he never knew could exist. He just wished it all to be over, because this was not mortal pain, it was Hell.
After something that felt like an eternity his head started to get dizzy, the burning and hotness slowly faded away. The end was near, and he longed for it. The darkness that surrounded him seemed to move. Some seconds later he wasn't moving anymore. Or thinking. Or feeling. He was gone.

She sat in her couch with both of her hands on her stomach. How she loved to feel their struggles. Men really was easy to get a hold on. Almost too easy.
She stroked the pointy bulges where his shoulder and knees were sticking out. Soon they would go away and leave a firmer and rounder stomach. It always did.
With a sigh of satisfation she stretched out and got up. Just as she stood up a long, powerful burp escaped her mouth. She enjoyed those burps, they were the last life giving air her victims had inhaled. And now she exhaled them. It was like she could taste their death.
She walked a few feet over to the sheets and lay down on top of them. The smell of her newest meal on the sheets made her a bit aroused. Maybe she would let the next guy have her first, she thought. She never looked at humans as sex partners, even if some of them had managed to satisfy her, more than once. But in the end they all ended up in the same place. She closed her eyes and drifted away as her stomach was busy working on it's meal.

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