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A Vore-Torn World - Page 127 - Slip Out the Back - By PurpSoul - Overview
Your can’t just sit here and wait to be caught. Silently but swiftly you stand and tiptoe to the back door. You turn the knob slowly and pull it open. It gives a little squeak, and you glance fearfully over your shoulder, seeing nothing. You back slowly out of the house, closing the door behind you, quiet as a mouse. As the latch clicks into place, you let out a relieved breath, and turn around.

You find yourself facing a pair of boobs. You gasp in surprise and jerk back as you are seized by two strong hands. A woman in a light blue police uniform glares down at you, her eyes hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. She grips you by the firearms and turns you against the wall, shoving you face first against it. “Sneaking off, are we?” She asks as she handcuffs your wrists behind your back, her voice low and husky. “Didn’t expect to walk up on a burglary.”

“What? No, you’ve got it all wrong!” You protest as she jerks you off the wall and pushes you along in front of her, heading back around the house. “I’m not-ow!- I’m not a thief!”

“Oh no? Then what are you? What were you doing in that house?” she counters, pushing you towards the road.

“I...I live here!” You lie, trying to pull your hands free of the cuffs.

“Nice try, punk. I know the family that lives there, and you are definitely not one of them.” She says menacingly.

“Well, well, whatcha got there, rookie?” an older police woman calls as the two of you approach.

“Caught him sneaking out the back of the Miles place, Captain. I think he’s a burglar.” Officer Brown shoves you by the neck towards the captain, who catches your shirt collar with one hand.

“Burglar, eh? Well what a coincidence. This is your unlucky day, kiddo...” she tells you with a wink.

“N-no, there’s been a mistake!” you cry. With a sudden jolt, you realize you know this police officer. She’s a short woman, with dark brown skin and curly black hair. She has a portly frame, and wears a shirt far too small for her. Her breasts are mashed and nearly popping out of her uniform, and her bulging gut pokes out from underneath. Her hips are wide, with massive thighs and a round, flabby rump straining against the fabric of her pants. Barnes is her name... Edna Barnes. She was friends with your mother.

She must see the flash of recognition in your eyes, because she frowns and gives you an intent searching gaze. “Wait a second... I know you...” she muses, and you shake your head insistently. She can’t figure out who you are, if she links you to the crime scene... “You’re the Mosley boy! Marla’s kid!”

“Wait.... you mean... this is her son?” Officer Brown asks from behind you, jerking her head towards your house.

“Yep, this little boy as lived here all his life, haven’t you... Garret? Gary? Sorry dear, but I can’t seem to remember your name.... Gilbert! That was it, wasn’t it? My, you’ve grown, haven’t you?” Captain Barnes coos, smiling with her fat lips.

“No, th-that’s not me!” You argue, struggling to free yourself. You are a head taller than the fat little woman, but she’s leagues stronger, lazily holding you firm as she studies your face.

“Do you think... he might have done this?” Brown continues in a suspicious tone.

“Who else?” Barnes says with a sly grin. “Well, boy? Did you make that mess in there?” She asks you, nodding her head in the direction of your house.

“M-me??” You gasp. “No!! Sh-she was my mom!”

Barnes shows her teeth in a nasty smile. “Hmm, did we say anything about his mom, rookie?” She asks.

“We didn’t say anything,” she responds in a cold voice. Your heart pounds in your ears as you realize your mistake.

“I-I mean... I j-just...” you stammer, wiggling helplessly.

“If you knew what happened, why didn’t you call us, hm?” Barnes presses. “Why were you sneaking around? Sorry, little Gilbert, but your lies aren’t quite holding up, are they? Now be a good boy, and tell the truth.”

“I didn’t... I didn’t do anything! You have to believe me!” You cry desperately.

“Oh well,” Barnes sighs, feigning sadness. “I guess that means I have to take you in for questioning...” You hear Officer Brown snicker behind you.

“What d-do you mean??” You whimper.

“I have to take you back to the station for questioning, obviously. Only.... well, the suspects I’ve been picking up lately are never in in any condition to answer any questions by the time we get there... curious isn’t it?” Your mouth goes dry and you renew your efforts to break free. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be different!” Barnes says encouragingly, then rips your shirt off.

“No please!” You beg. “I can explain!”

“Don’t worry, big guy,” Barnes says in a jovial voice. “We’ll take your statement at the station,” she giggles as she unbuckles your pants and bares your privates.

“I w-won’t make it to the station though,” you cry. “You’re gonna eat me!”

“Eat you?? Oh don’t be ridiculous,” she protests, and you frown in confusion. She nods at her partner who grips your shoulders from behind. She forces you to your knees, and Captain Barnes turns around, chuckling evilly. “Don’t you know,” she begins, and you hear her undo her belt buckle. “Prisoners always ride in the back,” she finishes, and drops her drawers, revealing her massive black ass.

“Oh g-g-god....no!” you gasp. Barnes grabs her meaty cheeks and pulls the fold of flesh apart, exposing her dark pucker. You can already see bits of shit caking her ass crack, and a second later you smell it.

“Sorry about the smell, kiddo. I was on execution duty this morning, so you’re in for a nasty ride.” As if to prove it, her asshole pulses with a “FHOOBT”, releasing a horrible stench directly into your face. You retch and splutter, and before you can recover, Brown puts a hand on the back of your head and presses you between her flabby rump cheeks. Poop smears against your cheeks, and the stench is already making your eyes water.

“Uagh!! No! Urk- p-please no!” You sob, but Brown gives a little shove, lodging your head halfway inside her rectum. You hear her grunt in disgust and pull back as far away as possible.

“Ugh, that’s nasty...” she grinds, wrinkling her nose. That’s quite an understatement, as you are finding out. Slick excrement coats the tight walls of her asshole. Brown pushes you in up to your neck, getting shit in your hair, eyes, and mouth. The deathly stench makes your head spin, as you are forced to suck in breaths of the rancid, shitty air. Barnes’s poop chute takes over the task of squeezing you deeper, pulsing on and off in peristaltic motions, so tight you think you might pop. That would be a mercy, you realize, as you are mashed into a chunk of solid shit. It squelches around your face, cocooning you in a fashion. You scream in horrified disgust, and immediately regret opening your mouth. Officer Brown lets the Captain take charge of your imprisonment and let’s go if you. You feel her tug off your shoes, socks, pants, and undies, no doubt to make your destruction easier.

“Nnnnngh...” Barnes grunts as your shoulders slip into her pulsing pucker. Your frantic wriggling does nothing to slow her, and she easily slurps you up her stinkhole up to your elbows. Her partner releases your hands from the handcuffs, far too late to aid you in your escape. The Captain puts her hands on each of her ass cheeks and pulls them apart to allow you easier entry. She squats with her feet apart with her pants around her ankles, groaning as she strains her bootie muscles. If you weren’t wedged halfway up her poop chute, it would look like she was trying to take a shit.

Brown stands back with her arms crossed, looking both smugly amused and faintly disgusted. “What a way to go... pathetic,” she murmurs. She grunts in revulsion and wrinkles her nose as a pocket of rancid gas squeezes out around your naked body with a long “Phhhhhwrrt...”

“Damn, that fucking stinks...” she complains, waving a hand in front of her face. You can just barely make out her words, blanketed as you are by filth and surrounded by gross, frightening sounds. You want to give her a piece of your mind, and tell her she was no IDEA what stink even means. The word carries a whole new meaning to you now. Your entire world is stench, and all you can do is cry and squirm like a baby as you wait in misery to become just a little more of the stink claiming you. Your own butt is about to disappear into hers. You can feel the pulsing ring of pink flesh squelching greedily over your rump.

“Ahh- nngh! You’re a bit... nn, bigger than I-ungh- thought!” Barnes pants. She grabs your ass cheeks with both hands, and tugs hard, forcing you deep up her shunt. “Nnnnnnnnnnngggh...” she groans. She leans forward onto her face, ass up in the air, with only your thighs and below still free of her smelly clutches. “Help me out... would ya, rookie?” Brown grunts as she reluctantly takes hold of your feet.

“No,” you sob, squirming and wiggling your toes. “Pull me out, pull me out! Urgh, I’m begging you...” Brown ignores your plea and does the opposite, forcing your legs into her pucker. A slow, long poot squeezes out around you as your body fills her colon, making a sound like air slowly being let out of a baloon. Barnes shoves you in until only your feet protrude from betwixt her cheeks, then curses and steps back, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.

“Fucking fuck, that’s gross!” she spits, eyeing her superior’s posterior with disgust. The Captain moans, back arched. Her asshole is clamped tight around your ankles, pulsing madly. You try to find some purchase on her inner walls to push yourself out, but you can hardly wiggle your arms, and her intestines are slick with the revolting remains of previous prisoners.

“Unh, uhhhn, L-lieutenant... hahhh... do your fucking... duty,” she gasps, eyes shut with exertion. “Get this-ah! Get this loser up my booty... now! Get your hands dirty if... uhhhhhhng.... if you have to... I c-can’t tug him in... any further...”

“Oh, no way, Captain. No way. It’s bad enough to stand here and smell that shit. You’re not gonna get me to stick my hand up your filthy ass. Come on, you didn’t have any trouble with that pickpocket earlier.” Brown steps back and crosses her arms stubbornly.

“H-he was just a kid, idiot! Couldn’t have been- oooh- more than eight...” Barnes growls, straining. You shudder to imagine that you probably have the poopy remnants of some poor little boy smeared all over you, but you’ve got bigger problems. You can feel her intestines trying to pull you deeper within, but you seem to be wedged firmly where you are. “Now.. are you gonna help me? Agh, c-cause if you don’t, you’ll be the-oof- signing bonus for m-my next partner, understand?”

Brown chews her lips, eyeing the doomed pair of feet sticking out of a brown caked pucker. “Fucking fine...” she mutters, and pulls out her nightstick. Standing as far away as possible, she pinches her nose with one hand and presses her nightstick into your feet with the other.

“I didn’t do it,” you’re crying. “Please let me explain! D-don’t do thiiiiis!” You wail, then you gasp as you feel the club against your feet. “No-!” You grunt, before your feet are driven deep up her bum, along with the nightstick. Both you and your killer cry out as you are forced into a painful, twisted position within her bowels. You are completely enveloped in her foul flesh now, and you feel only soft, sticky meat surrounding you.

“Ahhhhhhhg... much better...” Barnes groans as she struggles to an upright position, plopping down on her big black ass. Her already chubby gut is now positively bulging. Several buttons on her police blouse have busted off. She gets to her feet slowly, bouncing and joggling your helpless body inside her. As she bends over to pull up her pants, you are forced to bend into a horribly uncomfortable position, and you scream in discomfort, eliciting only a smug chuckle from your human prison. “You have a right to shut the fuck up, kid, and you have the right to die. I’d say we can do this the easy way, but we’re waaaay past that. I hope you like it rough, boy.” She gives her bloated midsection a pat, then with a massive effort, buckles her pants. “Thanks for the assist, rookie. I can handle him from here.” she says with a smirk.

“No doubt,” Lieutenant Brown grunts, annoyed. Barnes frowns suddenly, and reaches down behind her. With a groan and a disgusting “schlllllrk” she pulls the soiled nightstick from her backside.

“This belongs to you, I think,” she says, offering it to her partner, who closes her eyes and turns away, revolted.

“Keep it, I’m not touching it,” she says.

Things have calmed down inside Barnes’s bowels, but not improved. Your naked body moves agonizingly slowly up her large intestine, looping around her abdomen. You move maybe an inch every minute, tugged deeper by her tight tubes. The chunks of shit have been replaced by more liquid substances, and the smell as only gotten worse. You haven’t stopped struggling since you first started up her shunt, but you can barely wiggle. Your arms are pinned firmly to your sides and your legs are stuck tightly together. The claustrophobia is overwhelming, and your head buzzed with panic.

“Please!” You cry, gasping for what little, rancid air you can breathe. “PLEASE!” You wail, heaving with sobs.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, boy,” the cop responds, patting her belly. She begins clearing up her equipment, assisted by her apartment.

“LET ME OUT!” You screech through a mouthful of filth, thrashing in blind panic.

“I will, I will. I told you didn’t I, I’d let you out at the precinct. Ugh, kids these days, am I right?”

“Noooo!! No let me out now, I’ll be dead then you bitch! You can’t! You can’t do this, I have rights!”

“Yeah, like the right to remain silent,” Brown grumbled.

“Good one!” The captain laughed. “Boy, I just owned you. I made you mine, with my ASS. You’re not even a person. You ain’t nothing but shit. You’re dead, and so are your rights.”

Your horrified protest is cut off by what feels like hot lava rushing over you. Caustic, stinging acids surround you, instantly tearing into your flesh. You don’t understand, you aren’t in her belly yet, how is this possible? You’re in too much agony to care though, as you writhe and twist, sizzling away like melting butter. Your feet twist around and snap, crushed by her tightening intestines as you liquefy with horrifying speed. You feel her bowels clamping over your head, and your eyes widen as you realize this is it, you’ll be dead in seconds. You’re about to have your head smashed by the stinky end of a fat beat cop bitch, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Millie will never see you again, and if she does... well, you don’t want to think about Millie seeing you in the state you’re about to be in. You try to make your final thoughts happy ones, but all you can see is shit, all you can smell is shit, all you can taste is shit, all you can feel is shit, shit, shit...

And then, with a final twist and a positively thunderous fart, you are shit. The bloated policewoman grunts as hot gas blasts out her backside. “One more meal, one more criminal brought to justice,” she says smugly..

“I don’t see why you like doin’ em that way,” her partner complains. “You can’t taste them with your butt.”

“Mm, perhaps not, but there’s more to eating than taste, rookie. Come on, let’s get this place cleaned up. I’ll report that we caught the boy at the scene of the crime. That should be enough to close the case. Dana won’t have to cash that favor after all,” Barnes says. Brown doesn’t respond. She’s squinting across the road, looking at something.

“Hey... who’s that?” she asks, pointing at a young girl knocking on the door across the way. Barnes frowns.

“Dunno... say, that’s where you caught the boy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, the Miles place.... and that’s not a Miles...”

A few minutes later, Brown has dragged the girl back over to Barnes. “What were you doing over there?” she’s demanding. “Why is that house such a popular burglary target today?”

The girl seems to be a high schooler, with red hair and wearing a cheerleader uniform. “I wasn’t robbing! I was looking for my b....,” she whines, then trails off. “W-wait, what do you mean by that?” she says, a sudden tenseness in her voice.

Barnes speaks up, turning to face her. “Well, you’re not the first person we’ve caught trespassing over there...” she says in a grim tone.

“What.... did you do with him...” she asks in a whisper, eyes wide and face pale.

“Hmm, how to put it...” Barnes ponders mockingly, then winks as she allows a slow fart out her backside. The cheerleader whimpers, looking crushed.

“No... oh god... G-Gil...” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Yes, that was his name. You knew him, huh? Does that make you co-conspirators? We’re you in on his little game? Maybe I should take you in for questioning too.... what do you say, carrot top?”

The girl sniffles, taking a moment to compose herself and quell her tears. When she looks up again, the sorrow in her eyes has been replaced with bright rage and hatred.

“My name... is Millie... and no one eats my boyfriend and gets away with it...” she growls. The police officers share a glance, then burst into cruel laughter.

“Oh, sweetie... that’s precious!” Barnes cries, laughing so hard she poots a bit of you out. She mimes wiping a tear from her eye. “But seriously, that was a threat, we simply can’t allow that, can we? So unless you have any more jokes to share, I’m going to have to put you in your place...”



A few hours later, Millie wipes the last smear of the two cops from her ass, letting the soiled toilet paper fall onto the brown pile of bone and crap. She’s gained a considerable amount of weight, and her uniform has been completely shredded by her gains, but she doesn’t care. She can lose the weight and get a new uniform. She can’t get you back. She stares at the smelly mess for a moment. “You’re in there somewhere... some small part of what’s left of you,” she says quietly. “You idiot,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You couldn’t hold out just a little longer? I was almost there... s-so close.” She reaches out to flush the toilet, sobbing as she pushes the handle down. “G-goodbye, Gil.... Gilbert. I love you,” she cries, watching the load swirl and drain away.



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