Melt In Her Mouth
 
'Never meet your heroes', some people say, 'cause they'll only end up disappointing you'.
 
Well, you certainly weren't disappointed. Quite the contrary, if the crotch bulge pushing against your new pair of blue jeans was any indication.
 
Pressing the beige clipboard in your hands tightly against your hardening cock, you tried your best to tamp down the arousal welling up deep inside. It wasn't easy, even as you played cool to prevent any unwanted attention being drawn to you. Of course, any pair of prying eyes could tell from your awkward, hunched over position what you were really up to. Silently, you thanked the universe that there was still only a couple of camera men milling about the back stage area, too busy fiddling with their insanely expensive equipment to give you a second glance.
 
Chewing your bottom lip, you sighed with relief when the boner subsided. Straightening your posture and marching forward, you admonished yourself. How could you expect to do your job properly if you got hard just from catching a glimpse of your new boss?
 
Then again, she wasn't just any boss. She was a rising actress, one of the hottest currently in the industry, and, confidentially speaking, your very own celebrity crush. And now, you were her personal assistant.
 
It was the perfect dream job. And you weren't about to let your horniness fuck it up.
 
Thirty feet.
 
Your heart trembled the closer you got to her. Throbbing in your ears, you just hoped she couldn't hear it.
 
Twenty feet.
 
Your throat was drier than the Gobi desert now. Taking a feeble gulp, you persisted.
 
Ten feet.
 
An uncomfortable heat spread across your face. And it wasn't from the unbearably bright stage lights that glared down at you.
 
Five feet.
 
Finally, you managed to get a clear view of your new boss as she casually stood around, making small talk with some other stagehand. The two giggled at something said between them. Jealousy stung you for a brief moment before you swatted it away.
 
Hearing the clicking of your dress shoes against the polished floor, at last she turned her attention in your direction. The most important introduction of your existence loomed over you. It was now or never.
 
Flashing a confident, toothy grin, you told her your name and explained how starting today you'd be her new assistant.
 
Smiling, she spoke. "Well, aren't you a cute one. Most people refer to me as 'Ms. Green', but you can just call me 'Greenie', if you want~"
 
It took all your willpower to not completely lose it right there. Ms. Green M&M -- the Ms. Green M&M -- complimented you. It was the single greatest moment of your life.
 
It didn't matter to you if others considered it abnormal to be attracted to a sentient piece of candy. You made that clear when, as a teen, the only Sports Illustrated posters you hung on your bedroom walls were hers instead of Kim Kardashian's or Kate Upton's or some other 'normal' actress. Sure, your parents were a little weirded out at the start, and then got worried when you breezed past high school without ever bringing home a girlfriend, but they got over it. Eventually.
 
Not that you couldn't because you were fat or ugly or anything like that. Decently good looking, both in your facial and body structure, you did get a couple of offers from female classmates to date before graduating. You simply declined them. None of them had a colorful sugary coating or milk-chocolatey inside to entice you with, after all.
 
Taking your clipboard and running your eyes over the block of tasks that needed to be completed by day's end, you went over the list with Ms. Green, deciding also to use the more formal name option despite her permission otherwise.
 
"Of course, I should've known. First day back from vacation in the Caribbean and the higher ups already want me to star in a commercial." She sighed, before gazing up and giving you a flirtatious look. "Well, at least I'll get to work with you for a change. That's definitely a plus in my book," she said in her typically suggestive tone, ending with a wink for good measure.
 
Embarrassingly, you blushed like a schoolgirl in a crappy romance anime despite being waist deep in your twenties. Adjusting your buttoned up collar shirt and averting your attention back to reading out the rest of her schedule, you heard her giggling. Your mind raced to regain focus. Even if she was just barely two and a half feet tall, it still felt like she towered over you, playing with you like how a cat plays with its rodent meal. On the one hand, you were thrilled at how the long-time crush was taking such an interest in you, even if, as you assured yourself, it was only a means to ease tensions between a seasoned model like her and a newcomer like you. On the other hand, the absolute last thing you needed right now was for that boner to come roaring back right in her face. Literally so, given her stature.
 
It was a razor thin rope you were balancing on right now. And you knew there wasn't a safety net at the bottom.
 
Suddenly, a clap came from behind. Turning your attention, you saw it was the director. You could tell it was him from the worn-out San Francisco Giants baseball cap on his head, and from his well-trimmed beard. Rumors said he always wore it on set to hide his baldness, which were probably true. His beard was graying. Meandering to his designated chair, he cried out that filming would start in less than four hours.
 
"Well, I suppose that's our work bell for the day. Really, I've worked here for over ten years and he's still wearing that ratty cap." Rolling her eyes, Ms. Green strutted her way past you, the clicks of her high-heeled boots emphasizing her casual attitude. "I'm heading over to makeup for now. That always takes at least an hour to get done. Grab me a croissant from catering, will ya? Oh, and get something for yourself, too. We have so much to talk about."
 
Nodding in the affirmative, you briskly walked towards the craft services table. It was gonna be a long day. And you still weren't sure if you loved the fact or not.
 
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Grabbing a nicely warmed up towel from its stack, you handed it to Ms. Green as she walked off the set. "Thanks. I was starting to think I'd never get dry. Honestly, I don't know why we need so many takes." She complained, rubbing the piece of cloth carefully around her face to prevent smearing her makeup.
 
It had been a solid nine hours since the morning. The first half was spent mostly chatting with her, occasionally stepping away to fetch something she needed. Hardly a prima dona, the M&M was actually very easy to talk to, and much of the conversations were about getting to know each other. Overall, it was a very pleasant experience.
 
The real challenge came after the shooting began. Set around a massive above ground swimming pool, the commercial had Ms. Green suggestively lie on a pink rectangular floatie while seductively eating the new line of M&Ms being advertised, before ending with her rising out of the water without her standard green shell and staring straight into the camera.
 
It was an insanely hot ad. Frankly, you were surprised the company could get away with showing an essentially naked character on network T.V. -- even if she technically was living food. Even some of the other crew members seemed to be getting aroused, including the ones you had learned had normal human girlfriends.
 
Of course, none of them were as turned on as you were. The cock you tamed before stiffened in an instant, and there was nothing you could do to press it back down. The multiple reshoots made sure of that. Luckily, you were eventually able to tuck your member up and against your pelvis to minimize the bulge. Uncomfortable though it was, it was necessary.
 
Having 'clothed' herself, Ms. Green dropped the dampened towel into the beige laundry basket nearby. Yelling into his special bull-horn, the director announced filming was finished for the day. He held his cap tight against his head while leaning up from his chair, making doubly sure it wouldn't slip off.
 
Checking the last item off the clipboard, you informed Ms. Green that the rest of the day was free for her, and that you'll meet again in the morning. Swiveling on your heel, the heat was growing again. It was crucial for you to reach the trailer the company prepared for you and 'relieve' yourself in total privacy. Absolutely nothing could stop you now.
 
"Hold on there, new guy!"
 
Anything, that is, except Ms. Green.
 
Tentatively, you turned around. The M&M gave you a suggestive look. "You said the rest of my days free, right?" You responded with a nervous nod. "Well, personally, I'd like to spend it with you~" Turning right, she beckoned you with a wave of a gloved hand. "Come on. We can talk more while in my trailer. Unless," she shifted her gaze back, "you had other plans?"
 
Shaking your head no and saying you always had time for her, you quickly followed, making sure to trail just slightly behind her so that the slight bulge running down your thigh would be out of sight. Maintaining your composure, on the inside you wracked your brain with horrible hypotheticals. What if she saw your arousal and fired you? What if instead she kept you around, but told everyone else about your creepy obsession, just to mock you behind your back? You kicked yourself for not coming up with some excuse, no matter how lame, to not join her. But the question came so fast! And really, isn't this what you wanted all along?
 
Silently, you followed Ms. Green. Scowling, puckered-up faces stared back at you from the polished floor. Clearly, the other crew members were jealous at how fast you cozied up to the rising star. Inside, meanwhile, you just hoped you wouldn't get incinerated from getting too close.
 
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Reaching the celebrity's trailer, it was significantly bigger than the flimsy tin-can you had. Really, it was less of a 'trailer' and more like a fully decked out luxury RV. Like a modern-day fortress, its tall, proud silhouette stood out against the smear of oranges and reds of the evening sky. Sleek and black, its surface glimmered against the artificial lights of the surrounding studio.
 
Walking up to its door, Ms. Green clicked it open with a key she had hidden somewhere. Despite spending an entire day with her, you still weren't sure how she managed to carry certain objects. Stepping in, she tilted her head back. "Sorry if the place seems on the small side. Normally, I'd take you to my mansion, but it's already pretty late and we're both pretty tired. You don't mind, do you?"
 
Choking down a nervous chuckle before it could escape, you shook your head no. Small? Christ, it was bigger than a school bus! Way bigger than the apartment you rented out, a much nicer looking too. How much did it cost? 100 grand? 500 grand? In either case, it was more money than you could ever hope to earn to afford. Of course, it was probably little more than pocket change to a sought after celebrity like her. Guess it did pay to be a spokeswoman for a multi-billion dollar candy company.
 
A sly smirk passed over her face. "Well, in that case, come on in." Flinging open the door, she sashayed her circular bottom up the few stairs inside. Mesmerized by her curves, you followed, absentmindedly shutting the door behind with a soft 'click' of its lock.
 
Climbing your way in, your face locked up in amazement. The nicely polished wooden floor sparkled against the dozens of lights stuck against the ceiling. Plush, gray couches were pushed up against both sides of the RV, while pressed up against the right one further in was a firm, marble counter that was part of the kitchen set. On the left, two chairs and a table formed the dining area, while a 30 inch flatscreen T.V. hung above for entertainment. Cool, refreshing air was pushed through unseen vents. And the overall gray-white color-scheme only added to the sumptuous atmosphere of the place.
 
Not a spot of dirt was seen. Truthfully, you were afraid to step any deeper in, less you taint the pristine interior.
 
With a quirked eyebrow, Ms. Green beckoned you in. "Well, go on. Sit! Personally, I'm not wild about this trailer either, but it was all my agent could find." Stepping behind the counter, the candy woman rummaged through hidden bottles. "Now, which wine do you prefer, dear? Personally, I'm a red girl myself. Don't tell Red, though."
 
Meekly, you told her red was fine. Never much of a drinker, you decided it was best to have what she was having.
 
Glass tinkled as the fine alcohol was poured in. Strolling towards you, she stretched her arm out with the smooth, round glass. Taking it, you delicately held it close to your body. Filled halfway, the rich red liquid bubbled against the rim. Taking a whiff, its intoxicating aroma set your mind at ease. Settling in on the couch cushion next to you, Ms. Green leaned forward. "There, now we can finally have some private talk. Now, I understand that you're new around here, but tell me . . . do you think the director is bald?"
 
Tilting you head, you thought deeply about the matter. Finally, you told her it was probable, but it also could be he just really liked the hat. Much like your uncle Jeffrey, who, though nice, always insisted on wearing a bowler hat for family occasions, as you explained.
 
"That's what Lucy, my wardrobe assistant, says too! But the other day, Jenny, my make-up artist, said she thinks he might have a scar from a motorcycle accident when he was a teen . . ."
 
The clock's minute hand steadily turned, until the hour hand too began to move. Neither of you, however, even noticed. Instead, the conversation went on and on, first turning into one subject before Ms. Green or you mentioned how the topic vaguely resembled another person or situation, then it switched over to an entirely different matter. Like a long snake coiling in on itself, the dialogue took on so many strange twists and turns. The two of you talked about your professional lives, odd people you met, strange coincidences, embarrassing adolescent year tales, and so much more. Lubricated by cups of red wine, the two of you grew closer than you ever dreamed of being. As you talked, the barriers you had set between yourself and her seemed arbitrary and childish, and so they crumbled away. Now, you saw your idol in her true light, and you were even more dazzled than you'd ever been.
 
Hunched over in laughter, the M&M was approaching the end of one story involving her candy colleagues on a yacht for a private party. "And then . . . when Yellow jumped off the balcony . . . he landed on Red's board . . . causing him to fly up and crash into the chocolate fountain!" Chuckling and heaving between every few words, Ms. Green's body shook. Her wine glass quivered in her grasp, the drink just barely stopping from sliding over its edges and onto the ashen couch below.
Laughing too, you had set aside your glass a while back, but was just about as buzzed as she was.
 
"Red was so pissed, he didn't speak to Yellow for at least two months!" Seized with joy, she leaned her body back to cackle at the others misfortunes. "Oh, promise me you'll keep this to yourself," she said, steadying herself, "Red would blow a fuse if he found out I've been gossiping again."
 
Smiling, you allowed her to calm herself down for a bit. Finally, though, you asked what it was like being an actress these days.
 
Ever so slightly, the grin across her face shrank. Becoming wistful, she stared out in front of her. "Oh, it's nice enough, alright. Nice people, nice pay, really I can't complain. I shouldn't complain, honestly, but . . ." She turned her gaze back at you. "It'd be nice to star in a movie. Y'know, a REAL movie, not just a minute-long parody of one."
 
Serious now, you asked what kind of movie she'd like to be in.
 
"Oh, any movie, really." She set her glass down on the counter besides the couch. "Maybe a quiet, dramatic romance. Or a big action blockbuster. Really, I'd take anything at this point in my career."
 
You asked what was stopping her from landing a role.
 
"Well, you know how some agents are. They say you should find your niche and stay in it. And, well, I get it. Most people wouldn't be interested in watching a film with a talking piece of candy in it."
 
Personally, you'd see any movie with her in it a dozen times in theaters. Cupping a hand over your mouth, you realized it wasn't a thought in your head and was blurted out. Blushing, you apologized if that sounded creepy in any way.
 
Giggling, Ms. Green shook her head. "Please, don't apologize. I wish people were half as excited to see me as you are!"
 
Again, you talked without filtering it through your brain. You told her there were probably plenty of people waiting for her to show on the big screen. Just look at actors with cult followings like Nicholas Cage, or Danny Devito. No-one would've thought they'd make it in the industry, but they did. The only way she'd know for sure would be to at least go for it once. Even if the movie did flop, and she was pushed back into commercial work, she'd at least do it with the satisfaction of knowing she tried. Really, there wasn't much to lose, but a whole lot to gain.
 
Ms. Green's cheeks became a darker tint of her signature green. You guessed that was her form of blushing. "Well, thanks. No-one's ever had that much confidence in me, so thanks." Shifting against the pliable cushion, you worried that you had gone too far. Thankfully, though, Ms. Green's mood quickly lifted. Springing up, she strutted around. "Maybe I can start out small, be in one of those cheesy remakes that come out every couple years. Like Tarzan. I'd make for a pretty good Jane, don't you think?" Eagerly, you nodded.
 
"Or maybe," she continued, crouching down in a mock-caveman position, "I could be Tarzan. The first female one in a movie! That whole gender-bending angle's pretty popular these days." Lowering herself even further, she crawled towards you on hands and knees. "I can see a scene from it now. Me, stalking an innocent little pig or deer, chasing it from high above in the trees." Slowly, her already sultry voice became even sexier as she inched her way to you. Taking a dry gulp, it was already too much. You were getting hard again. "Wearing nothing but a tight loincloth and bra, I'd pursue my prey, getting closer and closer with every second." By now, she was mere inches away from your crotch. Placing both hands over it, you prayed she was only teasing you and wouldn't actually go for it. You didn't want to ruin the moment with an awkward boner.
 
"Until finally . . . I'd snatch it!" With both hands raised, she pushed your own hands to the side, revealing at once your twitching crotch bulge.
 
Internally screaming, you averted your gaze to avoid her look of horror. Five tense seconds passed. You'd never be allowed near her again. Hell, you probably wouldn't be allowed on another studio lot again. Your entire career was kicked into the gutter, just because of your lousy penis. Bracing for her scolding, you gritted your teeth and waited . . .
 
Only, there was no scream or embarrassed rebuke. Nothing but silence.
 
Peering your gaze down, you saw Ms. Green staring straight at your cock bulge. Instead of a disgusted sneer, however, a playful grin was etched across her face. "Well, it seems I've found my prey after all~" Pawing at your button and zipper, it took just seconds for both to be undone. Bursting out of its new opening, the only thing left between her and your cock was the thin black fabric of your boxers. With one gloved hand, she started to pull down your undergarment.
 
Breath quickening, your face was steaming now. Anxiously, you asked if she was really about to suck your dick.
 
Licking her lips, her eyes narrowed. "Of course, dear. We're both adults here, after all. You didn't honestly think I brought you to my trailer just to talk, now do you?"
 
Silently, you shook your head. "That's what I thought. Now, hold still and let me do my work." With that, she yanked your boxers down, allowing your cock to flop out into the open at last. Much like the rest of you, it was completely average. Average length, average girth, average everything. Despite this, the candy woman stared at it like it was a glistening gem. Lolling her tongue out, she poked at its pinkish-red head. A shot of sexual electricity bolted up your spine. Clear precum was already sliding out of its slit. Smirking, Ms. Green looked straight into your bulging eyes. "Don't worry, I know when to be a tease and when to get serious. And trust me, we're about to get very, VERY serious." With that, she opened her mouth wide open, and, in one gulp, took your entire penis.
 
Reaching all the way to your hairy base, her wide tongue swaddled your shaft. Her plump, green lips enclosed around it in an almost vacuum tight seal. Bobbing her head up and down, she gripped her hands around both of your knees for extra leverage, enabling her to pump up and down. From how fast she was going, and how easy it was for her, it wasn't her first blowjob.
 
Still, that didn't matter to you. Enraptured by the first sexual experience of your life, your body trembled underneath her care. Leaning your head back, you were astounded by how powerful her mouth was. The smacking and sucking noises coming from your crotch area bounced off the walls of the RV and into your ears, making you even harder. The intensity shot through the roof when Ms. Green, using one of her soft, velvet hands, started to fondle your balls. Her nimble fingers carefully tickled and stroked your soft sack.
 
It was far too much for a virgin like you.
 
Placing both hands against her broad head, you pushed her down even further. Surprised, the M&M certainly didn't protest, considering how she started sucking even faster. Fingers pressed against hard, smooth candy, you teeth grinded against each other. Legs twitching and heart palpitating, you were ready to cum.
 
With one great thrust, you rammed your rod as far into Ms. Green's mouth as it would go. Jizz shot out of your dick and straight down her eager throat. Still holding onto the back of her head, you swore you could feel your nuts shrink a bit from the amount of cum pouring out of them. Blue-balled practically since the beginning of the day, they were more than ready to release their thick, salty load.
 
At last, you plunked back onto the couch behind you, letting both hands fall to the side. With an audible 'schlorp!', Ms. Green pulled herself off your penis. Seed dribbled from the side of her mouth, as she panted to catch her breath. "Wow . . . didn't . . . didn't think you had it in you." She declared, rubbing her mouth clean of spunk and spittle. Weakly, you apologized if you were too rough. "Far from it. It's been ages since I've gotten fucked this hard, and we're not about to stop now. C'mon, newbie, it's time for round 2."
 
Lowering your gaze, you saw her lift her hand to somewhere behind her head.
 
Zzzzzzzp!
 
Using a finger and thumb, she pulled it directly over her face, revealing her dark brown inside. Having seen her do just this earlier, you recognized that she was pulling off her green shell.
 
Rippling down both sides of her circular body, the green, fabric-like coating slipped off her as smoothly as a bathrobe would. Wiggling her arms through their holes, the shell finally fell to the floor, where it was promptly kicked away by her snow-white high-heels.
 
Stretching and posing in front of you, she gave you another seductive grin. "Well? Like what you see, big boy? I can assure you, there's no artificial coloring here. It's all natural~"
 
The sight of seeing your celebrity crush standing naked overwhelmed you. Your lust became an all-consuming flame, as any reason left scrambling in your brain was flung out.
 
Practically ripping your nice shirt and jeans off, it miraculously took you less than five seconds to become functionally undressed. Now, standing perfectly erect (in both meanings of the word) in front of the candy woman, you scooped her into your greedy embrace. Giggling, Ms. Green was enjoying the trance she captured you in. "Glad to see you taking initiative. That's good for a personal assistant. Now, if you would, I think it's best we take this to the bedroom~ It's just down there" she explained, pointing left to the very back of the RV. Like an automaton, you obeyed. Holding her tight to your pale chest, you marched through the trailer.
 
Opening a wooden slide-in door, you entered the bedroom. Just as extravagant as everything else was, the bed was enormous. With cold, gray sheets and cover, it was easily wide enough to fit the two of you, and then some. Gently setting Ms. Green down on the cover, you searched her bottom in vain for her pussy. Instead, you saw nothing but smooth chocolate in between her flesh-colored legs. Only then did it occur to you that she might not have genitals at all.
 
"Don't worry, I do have a vagina." Peeking up, you saw the M&M smile at your frustration. "It's right . . . here." Placing two fingers on her lower side, she splayed the two apart. Spreading before you like an insect's shell, her cunt was revealed. A small, three inch vertical slit, it was a shade darker on the inside than the rest of her naked body. Even in the bright, fluorescent light of the bedroom, you would've never come across it just by looking.
 
Blushing, Ms. Green looked to the side. "I know it's not quite like a normal vagina, but it still feels like one. That's not a -- ah!"
 
Yelping, she was interrupted at the sensation of you jabbing your cock in. Of course it didn't matter to you! All that mattered now was pounding that pussy!
 
Wrapping her arms around your back as far as they'd go, the candy woman's fears were brushed away in an instant. "S-should've figured that'd be your answer. S-silly me. Well, come on, newbie! Put your back into it! And don't worry about hurting me. This shell's been through a lot harder stuff, so go wild!"
 
That was all the reassurement you needed. Your smooth, rhythmic thrusts became shorter, faster, and deeper. Leaning over her bed, you shoved your hips as far as they'd go in between her legs. Unlike her rigid body, her canal was slippery and pliable, just like a normal vagina. Plunging your member in and out, you felt it become even wetter than it already was. Lubricating your shaft, the clear fluids seeping out only encouraged you to go faster.
 
Sweat trickled down your face and body. Combined with your growing heat, this made for a sticky experience, as your chest and thighs were coated in a layer of chocolate that came from your confectionary partner. Feeling it smudge against your skin, you worried for a moment that it might be stinging her. You certainly weren't a doctor in candy anatomy. Peeking an eye open, the pleasured face that greeted it showed it clearly wasn't the case. Eyes rolled into the back of her head, and tongue lolling out, Ms. Green clearly wasn't in any pain.
 
Suddenly, a thought crept into your brain. Licking your lips, you hesitated.
 
"I . . . know what you're thinking . . . and it's fine!" Ms. Green huffed out in between your fierce thrusts.
 
Without a second thought, you leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, letting it slide across the side of her face.
 
"Oh fuck yes!" Shivering, the M&M's face twisted and contorted in erotic delight. "Harder! Lick harder!" Rolling your tongue up and down her sides and top, you obliged. Sweet, milk-chocolate goodness tingled your taste buds. Moaning, your brain nearly short-circuited from how tasty she was. Even without your crush to make your opinion biased, M&Ms were always one of your favorite candies growing up. Now, licking her, you realized how the rest of them were cheap imitations of an untouchable original. She was at least ten times more flavorful than her tiny counterparts, so sweet and satisfying that nothing else could compare!
 
Curving your tongue over her head for a third time, you nutted.
 
Unbelievably, this load felt bigger than the last. Heaving against the candy woman, the two of you screamed as you each orgasmed. Cum flowed into her pussy like a fountain, filling her up to the brim until it spilled out onto the comforter. Hugging her tightly, you felt your ejaculation ending. Before you could pull out, however, a pair of slender legs locked your hips in position.
 
"Hold on there, buster." Ms. Green said with a lustful gaze. "We're not stopping until you stuff me like a Cadbury Creme Egg. And we've got a long way to go, so buckle up!" Aroused by her determination, you responded with a hard pound, your cock making a wet 'schluck' as it was crammed back in. "Unf! Fuck yes!" She celebrated, running her fingers down your back as you went in for another round . . .
 
"Hnngh!" Was all Ms. Green could verbalize at this point. Falling onto the bed beside her, your chest heaved and and trembled as it cooled down. Six orgasms later, you were completely spent. Trails of spunk slid down the candy woman's bottom as her pussy had been filled beyond capacity. Great patches of melted chocolate covered areas of your chest, pelvis, stomach, and arms. Between you and the M&M, you weren't sure who was the bigger mess.
 
Turning to you, a serene smile had passed over your partner's face. "Mmm, gotta hand it to you, new guy. I haven't had sex that good in a long, long time." Glancing at your deflating member, she grinned. "Don't worry, I know you need rest now. That's why we're gonna take things nice and slow~" Crawling to her side of the bed, she fumbled around for a couple seconds. Sneakily, you stared at her wiggling butt as she poked and prodded for whatever it was she was looking for.
 
"Ah, here it is." Adjusting herself to a kneeled position, she showed off her goods to you. Two thin, brown strings hung from her left hand. Blood pumping again, you already knew the gist of what she was planning. Your teenage BDSM fantasies that involved the piece of candy dominating you bubbled back up. Crawling onto the bed, you faced away while getting into a kneeling position. Both hands clasped behind you, you told her you were more than willing and ready. "Hmm, I thought this would at least surprise you. Oh well, glad to see you're prepared. I know I am~" In only a couple of seconds, she had tied the rope she had around your wrists and ankles, effectively immobilizing you. Eagerly, you watched as she scooted around to face you. Your arousal, however, dissipated when you saw the pensive look scrawled across her eyes and mouth. You asked what was wrong.
 
She let out a nervous chuckle. "Honestly, I don't even know how to explain myself, or even if I'll follow through with it, but . . . I tied you up because I was sorta planning on eating you." Blinking, you didn't scream or rage or even struggle to get away from her. Instead, you only asked why. "I've been thinking about what you said earlier. Y'know, about how I could become a real movie star if I gave it a shot." Looking away, her voice became emotional. "I've been mulling over it for years, but you were the first one to ever fully support me. I'm flattered, really, but if I'm gonna do it, I'd like to give myself a little makeover." Tilting her head back, she rubbed one hand against her flat, smooth bottom. "I've always wanted to have a nice butt. Sure, I could probably get implants, but I want it to be natural. All natural." Looking straight at you, she took a deep breath. "I'm sure you've heard of it -- vore's what they call it. They say eating another person can enhance your physique like never before." Indeed, you had heard of it before. Online forums and websites had sprouted up to cater to the fetish. While you yourself never looked into it, you had heard it may be possible in real life.
 
Blushing, she evaded your gaze. "I know it's selfish. You probably have your own dreams, your own life, but . . ."
 
You didn't let her go on for any longer. Whimpering, you told her nothing would be a greater honor, nothing was holding you back. Cock stiffening, you almost begged her to eat you.
 
Startled by your eagerness, Ms. Green's typical flirtatiousness soon put her back in control. "Didn't know you were such a big fan." Low and husky, her voice tickled your ears. Placing a hand on your shoulders, she scanned up and down, appreciating your body. "You humans love eating us by the bag. But I've always wondered what one of you would taste like~" Flicking her tongue out, she gave you a long, passionate lick across your right shoulder. Moaning, she pulled back. "Mmm, nice and meaty." Opening her mouth, she held you by both shoulders. Enough teasing, it was time for the meal.
 
Glompf!
 
Given how wide her mouth was, she engulfed your head fairly easily. Slathered in saliva, you were surrounded in total darkness. Her hot, minty-fresh breath warmed your cheeks, while her tongue guided you down what little of a throat she had. Swallowing you whole like a snake, you wondered how you would possibly fit inside her. But, you supposed, she wouldn't bother attempting something like this without some confidence it'd work, so you relaxed.
 
Her juicy lips made their way down your shoulders. Already, you had reached the end of her throat and were entering her stomach. At least, you reasoned it was her belly. It felt like you passed through an opening, while wet, squelching sounds surrounded you. On the outside, meanwhile, the candy woman wasted no time in gobbling you down. Your average physique certainly helped, considering how by now her teeth were tickling your abdomen. And the great bulge forming against her front was proof enough of her dedication. By now your head pressed against something wet and squishy. It had to have been her stomach lining. Rubbing your face against it, you felt something drip across your skin. Not acid -- if it was, it'd burn. It was something else, something . . . sweeter. Opening your own mouth, you decided to take a taste. Shivering in delight, you realized it was liquid chocolate. Trickling down your face and back, it must've coated her gut this entire time.
 
"Mff . . . mfphgf . . ."
 
Meanwhile, Ms. Green continued to swallow you in giant gulps. Taking you penis in at one go, you jolted at feeling it brush against the back of her throat. Soon, she made it past your midsection and was making steady progress on your legs. As more and more of your body entered her, you felt the chocolate inside pool against you, until you were practically bathing in it. Hot and sticky, you were surely a total mess. Of course, you couldn't care.
 
Moving down your legs, her mouth finally made it to your ankles. In one swallow, your feet were completely inside, while in another they too made the passage down her throat.
 
Smacking her lips, Ms. Green giggled. "Yes! I knew it was possible!" Resting on her stomach, her diminutive figure was still a couple of feet in the air. Really, it looked like she was laying on a yoga ball. Perfectly round and smooth, she patted her hands against her brown sphere of a tummy. Tiny, imperceptible cracks formed along the curve -- but they didn't hurt, and would certainly fade away once your body was processed.
 
Kicking her legs like a schoolgirl, she pressed her face against her own massive belly. "Hope you're enjoying yourself in there, newbie. Looks like it'll take a day or two to get done with you. Don't worry, I made sure there was nothing on the books for the rest of this week, so now it's just you and me~" Yawning, she closed her eyes. "See you in the morning. Or not. We'll just have to see." Falling asleep, you heard her cute snores from within. Compressed into a fetal position, you were covered from head to toe in her thick, creamy chocolate. It'd probably take forever in the shower to wash every nook and cranny it seeped into. Not that you'd find out, considering you were going to be melted soon enough too.
 
You nestled into as comfortable position as possible. Whether you'd survive the night or turn into sweet sludge by dawn, you weren't sure. Either way, you'd be with your beloved Ms. Green, so you were totally content with the two options. Shutting your eyes, it didn't take long for you to join her in a deep sleep, the cramped, gooey walls of her stomach massaging your skin all the while . . .
 
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Your funeral was a nice enough. Unlike in the movies, the sun was out that day, shining with all its might. With only a passing breeze, it did make things uncomfortable for everyone wearing a suit or dress, but they suffered through it. Carrying and lowering your casket was easy enough too, since there wasn't a body weighing it down. Officially, you died in a car accident that plunged your corpse straight into the Pacific, where not even the most scrupulous authorities could find it. Admittedly, it took some bags of money falling into the right people's hands for them to come the conclusion, but if you were still around you'd say it was money well spent.
 
Attended by your parents and a couple of closer relatives, it was a small crowd. Sobbing at first, by the time the priest finished his solemn prayers they had resigned themselves and were stern and quiet. Moving as a unit, they left, and by the time the tanned gravedigger had finished piling the dirt onto your glossy wooden casket it was almost evening.
 
Then, without a soul in sight, a mysterious figure winded its way past other tombstones to yours. No more than a couple feet high, it was completely cloaked in a beige, comfortable-looking trench coat and wide-brimmed hat. Stepping in front of your square grave marker, it kneeled down for a few seconds, before casually walking down the path that led to the cemetary's exit.
 
In its place, it left behind a beautiful bouquet of roses, with a picture attached to the baby-blue paper that wrapped around the flowers. Peering closer, it was an image of Ms. Green resting on her front over a white, sandy beach. Winking towards the camera, the only thing different about her was the two round cheeks that stuck out behind her. A smaller coconut laying nearby revealed how truly enormous the green ass was. Towards the right lower corner, a few words were scrawled in black ink. It read, "Landed a role, just like you said! Thanks for these two beauties behind me~", while an emerald green kiss mark covered part of the sentence.
 
As the night wore on, the wind picked up, rustling the flowers and picture. And yet, despite its strength, they remained close to your grave-marker, even as the leaves in nearby trees blew away into the moonlit night.