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tparker48 · 14 days

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"Crap, I'm running behind schedule. I need to find my control stick! Donald, can you help?!"

The little guy on the floor followed behind his steps, the two of them traversing through the slim gap between their beds. "I keep telling you to keep your controller's on the table, Cochi. You're always losing!"

"The set's too big for more stuff to be put on it!” he replied. He crashed his knees next to the bed, digging through the stray T-shirts and underwear tucked beneath the mattress. “Come on, I know it's here somewhere!"

He leaned lower, throwing the contents under the mattress to the air. The pieces of clothing launched from his arms like a pitching machine, hurtling towards Donald weaved through its trajectory. He found himself in a fishnet of one of his Cochi's boxers, casting him against the wall as socks and shirts dog piled him.

"Hey!..cease fire!” He shielded his arms in front of him, holding the weight of the silk and wool.

"Come on buddy, we can't stop the stream's waiting for me!" He said, a chime ringing from his phone. "Crap now's the squad's texting me! Oh where is that blasted thing?!"

Cochi sprawled himself along the floor, moving the chest blocking a portion of the space as he dug toward the cords beyond them. Unamused, Donald emerged from the pile of clothes, plucking the waistband of a pair of boxers from his head. It’s impossible to talk to him when he’s like this, hethought, whether it was late for the gym or late for class he forgets he’s got a roommate. Amidst his sneering he looked at the computer desk above, an old fast food bag from one of their lunches rested along the edge, its bottoms greased as it papered form started to wither. But he noticed an object beneath it, a plastic blue stub with one of his roommate’s streaming logo.

He took to the side of the wheel, hoisting himself along the cold metal of the computer chair as he clinged to a receipt tag hanging off its cushion. He wiggled himself to the center of the cushion, and proceeded to jump. His legs barely left the seat, singing into its soft palate as his finger wagged at the edge of the table..

"Ugh, of all the times he doesn't adjust his seat.." He mumbled to himself. "Hey Cochi! I found your controller, it's on the desk!"

"Really?!" He blurted, bumping his head against the metal railing. He rubbed his head as he approached the computer desk, his body casting over the chair, as he removed the controller from beneath the bag. "Oh thank god, thanks donald."

"Think nothing of it, just know you owe me some large fries when you're finished. Looking at that bag’s making a guy hungry.” he patted his stomach.

He nodded as he adjusted his setup, the screen booting slowly as the game turned on. his phone started to ring as he fetched it from his pocket. "Hello? Yeah I'm setting it up now I-..what? The cycles already changing?! But I thought it..Ah crap!"

He grabbed his headphones before returning to the desk, The chair thrusted from the desk Donald’s feet swept from beneath him. "A little warning next time-!"

He looked up as the seat darkened, his roommate’s rear looming overhead like a moon. Elastic silk covered its hide, strands of hairs managing to seep through its fabric before his thighs crashed along the edge of the seat. Donald ran as the metal springs rang beneath him, a soft wall of mass compressing him. With a heavy thud, he found himself caught in net, the warmth of the bubbled glutes radiating from the silky wares as it stretched deeper into the giant crack.

"I was still in the chair, man!" He shouted, wincing at the rubbery scrunches that invaded his ears.

"I'm logging in now! God I hope we make it for this stage. Let's say we hop to the towers before a squad shows up there."

Of course he's already playing, he thought to himself. The ass shifted as one of the cheeks fattened in size, Its bubbly form spilling under his torso. He pressed against it as the crack narrowed, quickly subdued by both of the mounds they hugged him into their embrace. With a simple flex, he was swallowed into its mouth,the rigid cushion vanishing from his back.

He now found himself in a world of dim lighting, the folds of the fabric nipping at his shirt as they were yanked off. He stamped at the protruding walls, his palms sinking into the form like quicksand. "Way too close for comfort."

The sound of buttons clicked from the outside, the hide surrounding him jolting as he was squeezed closer into the tender surface. "There's one on the left! They got a triple take!" His roommate called out.

The massive rear shifted again, this time the glute sandwich Donald in a wall of earthy musk. He bumped his limbs against the side to get his roommate’s attention, But it only made them shift once more, the left cheek concaving as he rolled against the other.

Donald sighed heavily, skulking at the dimmed lighting from the ridge of the blue underwear. "This is going to take while"

He sat there in the dark abyss as, stared upon into depths of the fabric as if it were a famous painting. For almost an eternity, He listened to the muffled controls high above the surface, Cochi’s call rumbling through his body as he talked to his teammates. He’s been playing that game for hours, he thought, how much longer must he wait before he’s finally finished? "That was a hit? It barely clipped me!" Cochi scowled, buttons clicking through the air. "Ah! they're pushing!"

Pressure shifted onto the edge of the chair, squishing the bulk of the crotch into his legs. He gritted as its weight pinned them down, the round spheres beneath the layer cradling them as if they were a barricade. He wrestled to get himself free, thrashing about to get the towering roommates attention. He stamped in the middle of the frowsty pouch, and felt a snag as folds shriveled at his palm.

His roommate groaned from above, the controller clunking to the side before fingers scooped at the ample flesh, and pulled them apart. "What the hell was that?"

He loomed over the puffy cheek, he and Donald meeting each other's gaze. "About time you got up!"

"Donald? What are you doing under me? and why are you touching my balls?."

"How else am I supposed to get your attention, I'm baking in sweat down here." He pulled his wrist from beneath the orbs, the warmth surrounded it cooling as he pushed between them. "Just hold it for a second, I'm getting out."

"You picked the worst time to be playing hookie, I gotta rotate before.." he paused as he cupped at one the speakers, muffled gunshots ringing from the game. "Crap they're here!"

The fingers released their hold, sending the bubble mound crashing on top of his arm. His shoulder quaked as it held its weight, gravity betraying him as its form wobbled closer.

"Did you forget I’m still down here?!" Donald wheezed.

"Just sit tight for a moment, I won't be long, I just…Seriously! Why do they have so many grenades!"

As Cochi rocked across the seat, Donald rushed to follow his movements. But his arms was taking too much pressure to keep up, crumpling like a futon before it rushed upwards. As the cheek crashed at his side, his elbow aimed itself through the crack, striking at the center of the ass’s pipe hole. Cochi groaned at the sudden contact, the orifice beyond edging closer as it crowned over his elbow. Donald winced as it gummed at his arm, suckling over it like a sucker as it slobbered it sweat down his forearm.

Cochi adjusted his posture, the sac above leaving a gap just rough for him to move his body. Weakly he retreated back into the crack of his roommate, wrestling with the border as it sealed against the cushions. It was like trying to lift a bag of sand, lifting barely as his fingers poked against its hardened ridge.

Cochi soon began to thrash, bouncing along the computer chair as if he were in a hot seat. "I need back up here! I need to heal!"

The dorm room flickered from Donald’s, its sight in a war with the giant backside as squashed and spat him out from the crack. He rebounded from the chair like a tossed patty, squash after squash aligning him against the tender mounds until he was in the trajectory of the rear’s path.

"Will you!..Stop!..bouncing!"

His roomate relented as his body raced toward the chair. With a heavy thud, he was squashed into the crack and was succumbed by the white undergarments once more. The walls were compact compared to his last occupation, the fabric ensnared by the fold as they swirled into the funnel of his ass.

Donald wrestled with the fabric to get himself more room, but it draped over him like a giant blanket, he too joining them in its journey deeper.

"Alright, that's it. I tried being nice" He gritted, inhaling as he stuck his own face into the crevice of the hole.

his roommate's body clenched as the mounds raced to its entry point, swallowing him in a sea of the garments as he launched into the air. He could only stare at the white abyss, his stomach turning as gravity sent them both crashing back to the chair. an earthy scent allured from the ring, it's puffed form gumming at his head as it wrapped around it like a helmet.

Buttons clicked harder. "gotta..concentrate…Just." chimes muffles from the outside, and he launched back to the air. "Fuck yeah! that's what I'm talking about! Victory!"

He pranced around the circumference of his computer set up, clicking the screen to collect his reward. but he paused as he looked back to his rear, Donald squirming as he muffled for his attention.

"Give me a second guys, I gotta tend something." he said in the speaker, a loud clunk ringing from the outside as he moved.

The mounds rippled as he began to walk, the sounds of squelching flesh swirling in his ears. A door opened from the outside, the hum of the ceiling muffling beyond the layer of clothing and flesh before shifting began to stir. The hole tightened as the rest of the ass docked upon a solid surface, the muscular rings pulse as it tenderized his head.

He stirred as the border of the hole reached his ears before gravity dropped him and the underwear to the floor. He was shrouded by the circular damp spot in the center, swatting at it to free himself. "Get this thing off of me!"

A finger lended itself to the side of the fabric, lifting its ends as air rushed inward. flung to the side, Donald shot out from the fabric, gasping at the air like a fish out of water. "Ah..finally."

"Ahem.." his roommate interrupted, a hand resting on his cheek. "So what's your excuse this time for touching my hole?"

"You were on the brink of squishing me!"

"Only a little, it wouldn't have been long before you were out." Cochi replied, scratching the side of his thigh. "And then you went and did that."

"Yeah well..you didn't give me much choice. So what are you mad at me now?"

"Far from it." he admitted, "I'm actually rather excited now."

"Eh?"

His leg's shifted over the toilet bowl, widening as flesh skidded against the marbled rim. His phallus rear its head between his legs, growing as it stood tall upon its throne. Its bulb was massive, waving in the air like a royal casting over its citizens..

Donald blinked as it wagged overhead, blocking half of the ceiling light as he flowed in and out of its shadow. "A..are you seriously getting hard at a time like this?"

"You're the one that got me going, so it's only fair you get a front row of the action." Cochi replied, leaning down on his legs as he scooped Donald into his palm.. "But unfortunately I'm still streaming for another hour or so. So I'm gonna need your help with something."

"What's that?"

"Well, I'll give you two options. You can rub me off to ease its hunger and blow my load," he wagged a finger, another raising soon after. "Or, you can do it another way. Of which, you just have to be nearby, of my choosing of course."

“And how nearby are we talking here?” Donald crossed his arms.

“It wouldn’t be a thrill without a mystery choice now would it?”

He scoffed at the response, caressing his chin. He didn't know what Donald had in mind in regard to the second option, even after tempting him to spill. He'd most likely keep him in one of his socks again, or maybe held behind his ear like a pencil. At least those options he managed to desensitize himself to those parts of his body, the sweat built between them was adequate enough for him to breathe. But he can’t say the same for the rest of Cochi, if his underwear was quick to dampen from the back, he couldn’t imagine how worse with his cock.

He nodded softly, before finally giving his answer. "You'd like nothing more than to get me near your cock. But I'll go with the second option." He shimmied his torso from Cochi’s grasp. “Alright let’s get this over with, might as well fetch the freshener for your socks.”

Cochi shook his head, his thumb easing onto his shoulder. "I figure you’d think I’d put you there. Besides, freshener’s not gonna make it better. Not where I’m putting you.”

“Then..Where are you putting me?”

Cochi’s face beamed, his legs widened more before he lowered Donald into the bowl. The watery cavern sparkled as it danced underneath the dimmed light, his roommates' hairy backside reflecting from the water. but it solidified as the palm tilted upward, fingers prying one of the ample cheeks to reveal the pink star inside the cleft.

Donald’s heart skipped a beat, fanning at the air. "W..wait a second!"

His words fell on deaf ears as the hand flowed into the trench of his roommate's backside. its thumb adjusted to the back of his head, aiming it forward as it dove into the crevice. His arms snagged through a few strand knots before the warmth of the ass flesh returned, growing hotter as it reached the source of its heat. The hole gaped as it spilled over the thumb, crowning at Donald’s head as his blows absorbed into its tender folds.

With a mere clench, the thumb pierced the first ring, jamming him into the gap between the tender orifice before he plugged into the second. He wrestled at its folds to backtrack to the entrance, but fingers ceased his limbs, burrowing him deeper as the ring wolfed more of his form inside. His ankles bobbed between the rings, and the thumb returned as it planted against his feet.

It pushed inside, the hole sealing as his roommate Cohchi stood from the toilet. "I changed my mind, this is way worse than the first option!" Donald shouted, his limbs locking against the muscular crawl way.

"reap what you little roomie, no take backs." Cochi said, a hint of amusing coloring his voice as he walked off.

the sound of creaking plastic muffled from beyond the walls, acting as white noise as it competed against the rhythmic beat of his cochi’s heart. The clanks of the controller returned, Cochi greeting his streams once more. Donald winced as he flowed deeper into the rectum, frowning as he brushed against the walls.

Unbelievable, He thought to himself, his limbs locking against the walls as widened the small fleshy crawl way. He should’ve known that vague option was a decoy.

The space underneath compressed, mucus seeping between his toes like jam as a suction drawing him through the labyrinth of his roommate's rectum. He lurched into a meat pocket, and came face to face with the round prostate guarding the wall. It smothered against him like a pillow, its slimy texture reverberating with cochi’s moans as he was wrapped in a blanket by the rectal walls..

In defeat, he let out a heavy sigh, staring at the dark abyss surrounding him as he listened to the activity above. "He better not have me in here all day.”

several hours had now gone by since Cochi joined his squad for another match. He leaned in his chair, his arm gripping at the mouse as he followed his targets along the screen. periodically he felt a shift inside his lower abdomen, a faint outline of his small roommate bulging along his waist.

It wasn't an ideal spot he'd want to have him, he thought, but it proved desirable to put his squirming to good use. Admittedly, he missed a few shots with the kicking inside hin, but he supposed it was a small price to pay for putting him in there. He rubbed absently at his waist as he healed in a corner of a map, watching as his squad mowed down the final team remaining in the circle.

Another hour had finally passed, the sun fleeting from the sky as the moon rose from his window. He stretched his limbs, setting his controller along the desktop before crashing upon the mattress.

"A whole nine hours of streaming, and finally got my ace rank. A player's labor is never done." He sighed to himself, fetching his laptop from the counter. "But at least it doesn't come without its reward."

He wiggled his fingers over the computer screen, folding it until its surface rested against his thighs. He leaned over to a bottle of lotion, squirting a handful as lavender wisped in the cool air.

He lathered his hands together, and slowly massaged his shaft. "That's it, big boy, you get the special treatment for being so good."

He stroked at the phallus, easing its edges between his palm. It pulsed eagerly, nudging it way into his thumb like a sick puppy. It's got a lot of pent up energy, he thought to himself. He adjusted himself against the headboard, widening his legs as he hastened his pace.

He pumped faster to get his juices going, letting his mind rest upon his body that clenched on itself. But his rear spasmed as a kick erupted from inside him, driving itself through his rectum. He cocked a brow, prying on cheek from the other as his hole pouted on place. He poked at the folds, and it dispersed as a hand latched onto his finger tip.

he yanked it away as he clutched at his finger, feeling the arm strike at his rear before it swatted at his balls. He winced as it pulled at the fuzz covering his sac, hoisting the rest of them out as the hole lifted from his cleft. His anus quivered, a shoulder emerging followed by muffled gasp. The hole widened as Donald hatched from its depths, he was coated in mucus, strands of its substance dressing him like ribbons on a christmas tree.

Cochi peeked over his waist. "Oh..forgot you were still in there."

"Do you..have any idea..how stuffy it was in there?" Donald muttered, stumbling to his feet. "I was stuck in there for hours, you jerk!"

Cochi scratched at his head, sheepishly looking at the sheets of his mattress. "Yeah..hehe, sorry about that."

"Sorry?! I’ve dealt with your grotesque gasses and all you can say is ‘you're sorry?!’ "

"..yeah?"

"Why you..you!.." slime oozed as he rolled the sleeve of his arm, marching toward the hairy backside. He got within arms reach as he gripped at his roommate’s ball, hoisting himself to climb over. His foot barely landed on the testicle before he stumbled backwards, slipping from the meaty orb as he fell face first into the giant crack.

Cochi blinked as he leaned over his waist, prodding at Donald’s side. "Bud?..Are you still with me? You’re in my ass again."

"Ugh…”

#anal vore #musk

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tparker48 · 20 days

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Yo I love your stories, especially the Uncle Ryan ones, and I was thinking about writing my own. How do you come up with the ideas for your stories aside from suggestions?

Much appreciated my friend, I'm happy to hear you enjoy them^^. Making stories of your own huh, let's see what wisdom I can share:

Well, the way I go about it is staring with the first draft. The main way I go about it is outlining the story prior. It doesn't exactly have to be long, just a sentence or two to het the gist of what your going for. It'll act as a guideline as you go along.

When I start the first draft, I put down anything that comes to mind via free writing. I see where my thought take me, or where the characters take me. I go about this stage in intervals (usually 15-30 minutes each out of the day). In this stage, I continue until the timer stops, keeping your fingers moving is helps with keeping focus, and guides you towards new routes.

After the draft is done, I let it sit for a bit, at least for a day before I begin the editing stage. This is where the real magic happens. I already have the gist of what I need, which leaves to carving it into a masterpeice. Here I focus on the errors from the first draft, as well tweaking characters or actions I think might fit. The best way I try and see of it flows, I go the acting route. How would they respond in their words, or how react to others actions.

Looking for inspirations outside the story is also one thing I do to hone the imagination. I always try to thinking outside the box of the possibilities that can fit in the role. One take I picked up a while back, is thinking of an egg. For instance, if you have giant that is impulsive, its easier to just say they are. But to really see it, the way they eat, the way they walk, the way they talk, it brings the story to life in a way the reader can see it.

These are the main one's I focus on. There are other things I bring into my style, though. It crowd the text hehe ^^;. I hope this helps with your stories my friend, I'm sure you'll go far^^

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tparker48 · 23 days

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Uncle Ryan would be visiting as he prepared for the family. Today was a very special day for his nephew Audrie, he was reaching twenty three as he prepared for his journey into being independent. And with that independence, he wanted to share his secrets with his festive antiques. From moments in his early age, he heard his ramblings of gobbling up his fellow peers, a hearty joke to spice his life up when it came to his siblings and elders. However, there was a gray area in between, at least from what Uncle Ryan observed. Bit by bit he drip fed his own secrecies to Audrie, and lit the flame of the possibility to truly consume another.

It was only a month ago that he shared the tale of what happened to his nephew Jerry. He kept that secret under wraps for so long, he expected him to reconcile and shun him for the deed. But it was far from it. Each detail he described of the scene, he could hear the sluggish call of the young man’s gurgling belly, yearning for that it too may have its turn.

What a sight to behold it was, seeing his instincts set ablaze, the drool seeping from Audrie’s lips. It reminded him of himself when he was in his prime. Reckless, arrogant, hungry, all were the best features any predator urged for. It inspired him so, that he promised to give him a gift to pursue his urge.

And that time can quicker than expected, when it came to the evening time,

Commotion came from the door, the door jittering before it was forced open. His nephew Miguel slumped into the door frame, Audrie along his shoulder as he limped inside. His pants were tattered, his shirt stripped into ribbons as they hung by a thread. It was like he was mauled by a bear, his blubbered face swollen as he hugged his nose with a tissue.

Miguel guided him into the kitchen, and Uncle Ryan took to his side. "What happened to him?"

"He was jumped! some hooligans saw him coming out of the bar and they jumped him!"

"Calm down, you have to keep your adrenaline low." Uncle Ryan said, easing him into a chair.

He brought his attention to Audrie, crouching on a knee as he looked at his face. Audrie's eyes shied away from his gaze, locking to the floor. Uncle Ryan followed his gaze to his feet to the soggy socks he wore, muddied by the ruffians no doubt.

"What happened to your shoes?" He asked Audrie.

"They took them, one slipped them off while I was fighting. Then it went dark and..damnit! If I hadn’t blacked out-"

"Hey hey, it's alright, there wasn't much you could've done when your outnumbered, we're just glad your home safe." He grabbed a cold ice pack from a tray brought by Miguel, holding it upon the swollen eye as he guided him. “Miguel, why don’t you go ahead and take over making dinner for a little bit. Audrie and I are gonna get some air real quick."

Miguel puzzled at his uncle’s words, watching as his face twisted in place.. "I know that look. Uncle, don't go getting yourself hurt."

"It's fine, I wouldn't dream of it. We’re just heading out to get some milk." He swirled his keys around his finger before heading outside.

He took Audrie into his arm, escorted the them of them to the garage as the withered boards of the front porch creaked beneath them. They took to the Malibu parked outside from the open panel, opening the car door as they sat in the seats. Silence filled the space between them, Uncle Ryan letting out a stressful sigh.

“What bar is it?” he broke the silence, looking at Audrie.

“What?”

“What bar did this happen at?”

“I..” he stopped himself as he looked out the window, releasing a heavy sigh. “The one down the road.”

Uncle Ryan’s gaze furrowed, nodding silently. He turned on the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. His eyes never left the road, feeling his nephew’s soft gaze as did his best to ignore it. He gripped at the wheel and turned onto the main road, his body bubbling as he imagined the douches that caused him so much strife.

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The moon slowly rose into the night sky,casting the rocky road into darkness as moon beams steak across the grovel. Uncle Ryan made his way through the outbacks to another dirt road. A small building would be down the road, basking in the cold shade of a tree as restaurant sign shining overhead. The old sharkhome parlor, place many went to get their rocks off, if not get themselves kicked out.

He pulled into the driveway, parking the car near the distant slots. “This is the bar right?”

“Yes” Audrie replied. “But-”

“Good, then this makes the next part simple.” he scanned through the windows of the building to people inside. “Which of them did it?”

He rolled down the windows as a breeze blew inside, Audrie sighing as he peeked from the passenger’s side. Music played from beyond the translucent glass, filling the vibrant space as it muffled into the night sky. Many who traversed through the entrance came in groups, dispersing into the far parts of the building as others drank their fill of beer from the counter.

Audrie’s gaze shifted to the corner of the building, two men sitting in one of the high tables. They were scrawny compared to the rest of the men in the bar, laughing heartily as they bumped and shoved each other’s shoulders.

Audrie lifted a finger to the window. “Those two.”

“Those two in the corner, huh?” Uncle Ryan eyed at the two men, watching as they got up from the table.

He adjusted the driver’s seat, leaning into a compartment just beneath the cushion. He pulled out a small vial from inside, blue liquid swirled within the see-through glass, splashing its walls like a tide before it lowered to the rest of its body.

“What’s that?” Audrie asked, eying the vile that swirled between his Uncle’s fingers.

“Just a little pick me up for the occasion.”

“A pick me up? I don’t think a drink is gonna help in this situation.”

“Oh trust me,” He twisted the cork of the vile, “It’ll help.”

He tilted the vial as the end touched his lips, his tongue coiling as sour fluid traversed down his throat. He released a belch into the air, resealing the bottle before he stepped out.

“Come along, It’s time for a little heart to heart.” He closed the car, marching toward the building.

Audrie looked at his uncle, before looking at the bar. “Wait, Uncle Ryan, we can’t..ah, dammit.”

Audrie groaned as he got out the car, following behind his uncle as he strolled closer to the bar. His eyed locked on the two men as they moved around the corner. Their grunt’s and chuckles scoured through the clear air, competing with the howling wind that brushed through the trees bordering the straightway. He followed them to a circular opening, as one of the men against one of the trees. Bingo, he thought to himself, sticking to the shadows of one of the logs.

Rustling came from behind, Audrie stepping into the pathway. “Good you’re here.”

“Uncle Ryan,” Audrie he tried to whisper beneath his stressed breath. “What are we doing?”

“Settling business.” He stepped out from behind the tree.

Audrie collapsed at one of his arms, holding it against his chest. “But we can’t fight, I’m in no shape to do so.”

“Oh you're not fighting, I brought you along to show you how Uncle deals with hotshots.” He placed a palm atop of Audrie’s head, scraping his arm free of his grasp. “You wait right there, I’m gonna teach these chickenshits a lesson.”

He departed from the tree-line and into the crimson glow cast by the bonfire. The two men remained along one of the logs, the first one had a bottle in hang, guzzling at its opening, whereas as the other sat alongside him, palming himself in disgrace at his drunk friend.

"Man, what a night that was." the first man said, drinking the bottle in their hand. "To think so many women gave me all this to party with."

"They only did that to get you to pay, and to share, dumbass." The second man snatched the bottle from his hand.

"Wha?..like hell it is. That drink is mine and you know it.."

The two men clutched at the bottle, yanking at its narrow length like hounds fighting over a bone. Uncle Ryan approached with a slow stride, crossing his arms..

He cleared his throat. "Evening gentlemen."

The two stopped upon his approach, but not before the first man snatched the bottle from the other’s hand. "Who the hell are you?" The second man asked grudgingly, scoffing as the other siphoned more fluid.

"Just a simple man with some business to attend to."

"Oh yeah? And just what kind of business may I presume?"

He adjusted his strapons, taking a step closer before aiming a finger to the blue sneakers the drunk man was wearing. "Those shoes, they belong to a loved one of mine. From what he claims, hooligans took them by force. And judging how Mr. Sailor here's wearing them, I see you two fit the bill.

The first man inhaled the last drop of liquid. "Sailor?..The fuck you just call me?"

"What these old handy downs?” The second man shoved the other to a log. “They were given to us from the bottom of their heart. We can't just give them away all willy nilly. Not without compensation that is."

"How's this for compensation,” Uncle Ryan’s voice deepened. “You give me those shoes, and you don't become the next dump I shit out."

The first man cocked a brow. "Hah! Check this guy out, think he's some type of macho man."

"You're telling me,” the second man chimed. “Being your next dump? Is that a threat?"

"Oh trust me, it's not a threat.." Uncle Ryan unlatched the straps from his buttons, slipping them off into his boxers. "It's a promise."

"You know.. You're starting to piss me off, old geezer!" the first man said, hurtling a bottle at him.

It nearly grazed his shoulder before it shattered against the tree. Seeing it missed, the man growled as he hurled a punch. It was sluggish as Uncle Ryan moved to the side, watching as the drunk man stumbled onto belly.

"Why you lousy!" He slurred through his mouth, Hurling more blows toward Uncle Ryan.

Uncle Ryan moved backwards to keep from his reach, fist after fist wisping at the air between them. They came to one of the trees, and Uncle Ryan struck the man’s stomach, forcing him to falter as he crumpled to his knees like an unused mannequin.

He wrapped his arms around their shoulders’ and the man began to thrash. "Hey!..get off me fatso!"

"Poor choice of words." Uncle Ryan replied, straightening his stance.

He held the man in a vice-like grip, heaving the bulk of his gorilla arms into their chest as they were forced to their knees. He opened his mouth, and lodged their head inside. The man muffled as his words vibrated his tongue, closing his lips around their shoulders. He wrestled their frail body into the air, and slowly devoured them. He held his mouth open, hulking their form into his through like a bear swallowing a fish. A tangy aroma radiated from their leathered jacket, the sour taste of alcohol and cigarettes dosing his tongue.

His stomach bulged with the squirming twink, when the blue sneakers wagged beneath nose, he unlaced them as they scraped off his lips, his jaws snapped like a bear trap over their tainted sock. With the last of the man now inside, he squeezed at himself as their form rushed down his esophagus, curling into his belly.

The second man was as pale as a ghost, watching as their friend was reduced to nothing more than a softened imprint on his stomach. "Y..you?"

"Ugh, a bit crusty for such a scrawny fellow." Uncle Ryan belched, his stomach tightening around its new occupant. "Now there's you."

The man was shook upon Uncle Ryan's statement, wailing as he turned toward the path back to the bar. Uncle Ryan frowned at the man’s running, following in a slow stride behind them.

“You sick bastard!” the second man cursed, “Just wait until I-”

A leg extended from behind a tree, locking with their own as they stumbled into the dirt. They groaned as they wiped the dirt from their mouth, as a familiar face before him, Audrie’s.

Uncle Ryan approached from behind the fallen man, chuckling to himself. “Ah, Audrie, glad you could join us. How are you enjoying the show?”

“It’s..incredible uncle.” He replied, staring at the contours of the first man along his belly. “I’ve never seen someone vanish into another’s stomach like that.”

Uncle Ryan smirked, jostling his stomach between his palms. “You should’ve seen the first prey I tried it on. Paid a sword swallower twenty bucks to show me that trick.”

His stomach thrashed as the first man's scowls echoed through his belly, the walls lurching as it curled at the contours of their body. A loud yelped erupted from inside, before his stomach squeezed tight, the once protruding lump assimilating as crackling echoed inside.

"Huh, they digested quickly, must’ve used too much of the elixir." Uncle Ryan scratched at his belly, looking toward the man between them. “Ah well, we still got one more trash to deal with.”

The man tried to crawl away, before hands yanked at his legs, drawing him between Uncle Ryan’s as hoisted them to their feet. They flailed in his grasp, his blows absorbing into the massive forearm. It was an adorable attempt to Uncle Ryan’s standard, it wouldn’t stop him from going inside, but at least he’ll add some flavor to his body.

“Bottoms up.” He gripped at the man’s head, glomping it into his mouth.

“Wait Uncle!” Audrie called out.

Uncle Ryan paused as he held the twink in hand, his voice inaudible from his throat as they flailed to get free. “Hmph? Wat?”

“As much as I would like for that man to be digested, wouldn’t it be good to punish him another way?”

Uncle Ryan paused as he contemplated the request. He focused on his stomach that yearned for its new meal that teased high above, drip feeding the sweat suckled off the twink as it roared with anticipation. But as much as he’d like to stuff them inside his belly, he decided against it. He already got the first one, so it was only fair his nephew decided the next. Afterall, he was the birthday boy.

He siphoned the last of the sweat from the twink, unclogging them from his mouth as they toppled to the tree line. “Alright, what did you have in mind?”

Audrie pondered at the question, smirking to himself. “I’ve got just the place.”

***************

Hours passed by since he found the hooligans that hurt his nephew. but now justice had been served as they spent time at the bar, before heading back home. Entering the driveway, the two of them made their way inside, Miguel greeting them from the kitchen.

“There you are,” Miguel said, “where the hell did you two go? The food about cold!”

“Sorry my boy,” Uncle Ryan said, tossing a jug of milk on the counter. “The store was being picky about the milk they sold. Ain’t that right Audrie.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” he replied.

Miguel stared silently, eyeing the two as they smiled at each other. “Alright. And was there anything else I missed that’s got you two smiling like children?”

“Nothing but the nightly drive, perfect weather for fresh air after all.” Uncle Ryan Replied. “Anywho, I’m gonna get some shut eye. It’s getting late.”

“What?! But I’ve been cooking my ass off all day!”

“And I appreciate it, I’ll get some in the morning.”

He winked at his nephew as he waddled into the house, the wooden floor creaking beneath his weight. The two of them moved around the corner of the hallway, listening to Miguel’s grunts and groans as he did the dishes.

“Are we sure we can’t tell him?” Audrie asked in a soft whisper.

“Trust me, it’s for the best. He’ll sleep better that way.” He replied, his stomach tightening. “In the meantime, why don’t you get some food, unc’s got an appointment with Dr. Flush.”

He patted along Audrie’s shoulder, before moving into the bathroom. He closed the door as the hum of the ceiling fan filled the silence, lifting the stool as he crashed onto the rim. His ampled ass grumbled as its contents swelled inside his rectum, forcing the tubes apart as he widened his legs. He pulled a cheek apart as his excrements spewed into the bowl. Plop after plop, he grunted as it eased itself his body, but he strained as a blockage stopped at his hole, as if he were laying an ostrich egg.

“Knew I should have used the laxative..” he reached inside the small gap between his legs, wincing at the doughy texture of his excrement as he fished himself out.

pull after pull, he heaved at the blockage, feeling it slide a few inches before his hole chomped over it. He yanked at the foreign object, and managed to unclog himself, the contents pouring out of him at once as a trumpet of flatulence welcomed its arrival.

"Shit that felt good." he sighed.

he got up from the toilet and gazed at his own mess. logs of many length and sizes rested in the bowl, spiraling like a python as it coiled the borders of the bowl. in the center of it, a leathered jacket rested there, tainted by his feces as white patches marked its fabric.

"So that's what was clogging me, shit, for a twink they sure know how to cram space." he wiped himself, tossing the used tissue like flowers upon a gravestone.

He reached for the handle to flush it down, but movement stirred inside him, wiggling towards the hole. He moved toward the mirror and spread his cheeks, exposing the shit tainted hole in the middle of his cleft. It quivered before fingers widened its lips, pulling the way as a face peered out from the small hole.

Uncle Ryan let out a surprised chuckle. "You're still alive, huh? I thought you'd kick the bucket by now."

"Please! I beg you, just digest me, anything's better than this!"

"Bitching already, you barely lasted an hour." Uncle Ryan bellowed, his hole gyrating the border of the man's face. "Where’d all that bravado go from the bar?"

"I can't stay in here with this shit!"

"Well that's too bad, the birthday boy says he wants you to bake nice and slow. And I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.” He pulled his glutes apart, his asshole crowning the twink’s peripheral. “So consider yourself cooked."

The twink's blubbering grew desperate, his fingers prying at the hole as it slowly encircled them. The hole sealed with messy squelches, bits of slime drooling from it folds as they plunged into his colon. The twink thrashed like a caught fish inside his lower section, managing to shift his paunch by an inch before a squeeze subdued.

"God I thought they'd never shut up." Uncle Ryan said. pulling up his strapons.

#anal vore #oral vore #digestion #scat

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"Let's see..add a few fine tuning on the stitches, tighten up the bells…" Merkeo muttered as he faced his computer desk, threading a needle through his jester suit. "Just a little bit of tugging and..There!”

He took a step back to admire his handy work. The black and red spandex glistened beneath his lamp, slumping from the miniature desk to the wooden board of the one beneath. It took him weeks to find a suit customizable, he could hardly count the shops he visited that sold suits for people his size. He took the suit from the desk, reminiscing its silky texture as it glided between his fingertips.

"Wait until the the peeps get a load of this, I can already tell this DnD session will be-"

A beep rang from the magnet on the front door, a hard thud striking the panel as a spiked cleat forced it to the wall. "Hey nerd! Guess who's home!" A voice boomed as the rest of their body lowered into the frame, the metal borders of the door screaming as they made their way passed. "I swear this damn door needs an adjustment. Hey nerd! Nerd!"

"I'm right here, Fervin!" Merkeo shouted, rubbing his ears from the vibrations in his ear drums. "Must you shout so loud? We're in a dormitory."

"What can I say? when I make an entrance, I make an entrance."

He slumped his duffel bag from his shoulder, tossing it against the wall as its weight sent a pulse through the floor. Merkel watched as his form strolled closer, like a looming storm cloud about to pour upon a landscape. The computer chair rushed back, Fervin's hide forcing the cushion down as it raced eagerly to support him.

He crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh it feels good to be out of that lecture room. The professor really cracked down on that essay, even double checked to ensure it was mine. Guess some pencil necks can’t handle such great genius."

"You mean my work. My whole sleep schedule’s out of whack because of your pestering."

the desk shook as spikes prodded upon the table. Merkel nearly yelped at its prickling touch, his hands casting to the air. "And it worked like a charm." He kicked his other foot upon the table. But he paused as he gazed at the slim ware hanging from his foot. “Huh, what are those? pajamas?”

The footwear wagged as Merkeo raced to retrieve his suit, cautiously eying the coned steel as they swiped from side to side. “If you must know, It’s my jester suit. And I would very much like it without holes for DnD.”

"That nerd shit? Pfft, lame. You can’t expect to get babes with a thing like that. Now that spring break party tonight, that’s where it’s really at. And guess who’s cohost? This guy!”

Merkeo managed to grab ahold of his suit, sliding it from the cold pedestal as he tumbled back to the desk. "You? Cohost? I don’t think they chose wisely on that."

“Cute, can’t be surprised to hear that from a bookworm. But If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to party.” He said. “The drinks, the babes, I can already imagine it now. And by the end of the night, I’m gonna bang me a cheerleader."

He raised his palms to the air, his fingers swaying to trace an hourglass shape. His hips slowly began to thrust, his junk pushing through from its pouch as it slithered to the leg hole of his shorts. Merkeo caught a glimpse as the phallus peeked out, shielding his eyes as his face flushed red.

"Ay Ay! TMI man, I don't want to see all that!"

"Aww is the nerd getting flustered?" His legs stretching over the desk, the hefty package between his legs gyrating against the wooden furniture. "I bet you wish you could be all over this."

"I’d rather do quizzes than be that close to you." he replied, "Will you put that away already?!"

"Hah, that's what I like about you nerds, always so squeamish." he slid his waist back to the chair, groping at the bulky outline. "Luckily for you, this bad boy has its eyes set on the ladies tonight. It can't waste time on small fries like you. Though it might give that thin noodle of yours some pointers."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Peh, suit yourself."

He grabbed a few beer bottles, hoisting them over his broad shoulders as he walked out of the room. Merkeo sighed, taking back to his suit as he checked for punctured points. Aside from dust particles, the fabric was unscaved. Thank goodness, he didn't know what he’d do if it became damaged.

He returned to his desk to tend to the rest of his props, organizing the board and creatures he was ready to unleash upon his members. Another hour ticked by in a flash, his notes piling over one another from his practice sessions. He yawned as he checked the clock on the wall, a quarter past 7:00 PM.

“Time for a break.” he leaned into his chair.

He took to his computer as he looked into his group chat for the group. Many online were already talking about the upcoming session, sharing new lores while roleplaying in their own channels. What a treat it was to indulge in fantasy, he thought, may he could give them a taste of the jester magic. He reached for his cards to select to share, but paused as he eyed his costume. He eyed the group chat as many shared their costumes, it sent an urge through his body, his fingers wiggling at the temptation of trying it on. He didn’t want to spoil the magic with a picture, but to send a picture of their grad DM, it may just make them excited, if not himself.

“Oh.. why not, I still have to make sure it fits anyway.”

He picked up the costume as he held it on his shoulder, stripping himself as the cool conditioning washed over him like a wave. He slipped his limbs inside, his hairs standing on end as they brushed against the elastic spandex. He soon put on his Cap n Bells as they dangled from the sides of his head, its little chimes sending a giggle from inside as he tapped at the round spheres.

“I think a quick selfie might do the trick. ‘The crowned jester and his future pawns’. Oo, that kinda has a ring to it.

He hovered his phone to get a better angle for himself, shifting the filter as sparkles boarded the frame. But the ground shook beneath as he caught himself, the water bottle on the desk rippling. An earthquake? It can’t be, the tectonic plate wasn’t near the university. Heavy thumps slowly overwhelmed the silent rumbles, traveling through the walls before it stopped at the front door.

The magnet chimed, but the handle didn’t turn as grumbling lingered behind it. The magnet reactivated, and pounds struck the door, as if a wild beast was trying to force its way in. Merkeo eyed the door as its pounds became aggressive, the green lighting of the magnet flickering before another strike snuffed out its light. The door slammed open, and wallowing filled the room.

Fervin loomed inside as he entered. One of his shoes were missing, and his "Damn it all..who do they think I am?! I'm a fuckin'.. Football player!"

His weight leaned as his feet stomped forward, like a drunk T-rex trying to run as he staggered to couch. He tripped over his own feet as he hurled toward the cushion, knocking the couch from its sliders as his head wedged into the soft gaps.

Merkeo used the railing in the room to make it over to the couch, standing upon the armchair. "The hell happened to you?"

"It's horrible..I go all that way to seek her out..An.. the hag blue balled me. Me!" He groaned into the cushions, scraping from its soft crevice. “You know how many want to..to.. Fuck me?!"

Fervin turned his head, his roaring breath flowing out like a dragon. Merkeo fanned the air as the smell of alcohol polluted the once clean air, holding the collar of his suit over his mouth to deter himself from passing out.

“You went and got yourself again! Didn’t you learn from the last party you went to.”

“Screw you!.. I don’t take orders from you! Why I..I” tears slowly sleeping through his eyes, a whimper escaping. “Damn it all..why do they have to make it so hard?”

Merkeo palmed himself. He must’ve drank too much if he’s already at his wallowing state. He sighed before hopping to the side of the lughead's face, caressing his cheek as its warmth filled his palm. "Hey now..you. There's no need to fuss about one girl." He said to him, wincing at the drool wetting his pants. "There's many out there in the sea, and I'm sure there's some out there waiting for him."

"Yeah right!" He blurted, knocking Merkeo onto his butt. " That's not gonna solve my aching cock right now!"

Fervin dug a finger through his waistband, the jock’s musk mixing with the tainted air as flesh squeaked against the sofa’s rubbery surface. The forearm above Steamrolled Merkeo as it traversed toward the bulging phallus, answering its wet call as his stubby fingers pampered its side. It throbbed it wedged itself between the crevice of the cushions, the jock’s hips flexing as he shuttered.

“Oh Yeah..that’s the stuff.” He muttered, his hips pumping into the couch.

"Dude! Not in the living room! Do that somewhere else."

"Sue me..I'm too pissed and horny to move."

His strokes increased as his hips moved like a wave, the wet slap of flesh overwhelming the silence in the room. Merkeo raced to comfort his ears as he moved to a cubard, searching through his supplies. He flipped over towels stashed in the corner, and found a plastic bottle of water sticking out from its packet. He wrapped his arms around the slender bottle and dragged it out, heaving it toward his drunken roommate on the couch.

“Alright, let’s get you sober so you don’t break the wall again?” Merkeo said.

Fervin grumbled as his knees slumped beneath him, thrusting him upward as his wait trailed backwards. Merkeo eyed cautiously at his blundering, backtracking as the stumbling feet trailed closer.

“I didn’t say move!” he yelped, rolling the bottle the opposite way.

But he wasn’t fast enough to outrun Fervin, his feet kicking in front of the other as he tilted like a chopped tree. The floor darkened before a wall of mass crashed at his back, burly arms planting the ground with a thunderous thump.

“That lady’s cheeks were cold… I’m barely s..satisfied.” He pawed the ground. “I need more!”

“Well you’re not getting one when you're on top of me! Now get off!”

His glassy eyes opened as he glared at him. "Piss off, man! I don’t need your..” he paused as he stared at the small roommate, his eyes blinking before they widened.

Merkeo met his gaze, looking at the marbled floor before looking back. "What?"

"Hey..where’d this toy come? Ho..How long have you been there?"

“Toy?" He blinked, tugging at his suit. "No, this is my suit, remember?"

"And it talks!..oh man..This must be my lucky day.”

"I have no idea what you're talking about. All that booze has gotten to your head. Why don't you go lay down and-" A palm wrapped around his body, plucking him from underneath. "Hey!"

His hand gripped like a vice, Fervin hauling him away as he returned to the couch with a drunken waltz. He was hurled into the closed fist as his back met with the soft cushion. He strung themselves to to the floor, a signal that rushed to the titanic cock as it pointed from his body. Merkeo pounded a hand at the sides of the jock’s fingers, the other covering his nose as the smell of rubber and jizz invaded his nostrils.

The phallus loomed closer, stamping at the gap between the middle fingers as it struck his chest. "A perfect fit..awesome." He slurred beneath his breath, his palms lifting as Merkeo plunged into the cavern of the couch, the bulbous head stamping his chin as it ensnared between his walls.

As the cock reached the bottom of the gap, it was a catalyst for Fervin’s arousal as hips began to pump. Flesh skidded against the silky suit, the phallus ramming into a pocket above Merkeo as the little bells were swallowed by the slit. Its warmth was overwhelming, his nostrils filling with a sour aroma as it stuck to his suit like cologne..

Merkeo raised his arms to shield himself. "Wait!…I'm not!.."

"Just a little more..a little more."

Fervin doubled his efforts as his hips twisted in place. The sweat that once dried between the cushions humidified as it loosened its restraints upon the tender skin, joined by the drizzling pre as it lathered into his roommate’s skin like lotion. The phallus scooped higher as it smashed Merkeo’s defense, the puffed edges moving like a wave as it stamped at his face.

He was stamped firmly as seed dressed his head, but unsatisfied puffs echoed above, a palm dragging him from underneath the bulging member. "Nrgh..that's not enough!" Fervin slurred from his lips. "How are you going to be a toy if you can't even get me off?"

"That's because I'm not a toy you lughead!"

His eyes squinted, eying the little roommates as strands of his own pre dripped to the couch. "Wha?..sure you are..I'm looking right at you." His fingers stamped across his body, the lonely bell on his right tuft jangling at his prods. "You look like a toy..feel like a toy. You are one…I'm just not using it right."

Gravity shifted as the palm tilted on its side, hovering over the hairy crotch. His other pinched eagerly at the drooling slit, pinching it open as its seed flowed down its underbelly like lava.

"What..what are you doing? No, hell no! You're not putting' me in there!"

"You better make this work..toy!"

"I told you I'm not a-!" his stomach dropped as the palm rushed toward the cock, a wet belch erupting from the cream filled phallus as it opened wide. Murky white fluid filled his vision as the orifice encircled his head. His shouts muffled from the bulging head, his palms slipping from the sides of phallus

Fervin's cock throbbed as it suckled at its meal. "Yeah…yeah that's the stuff. Get..right in there."

The palm loosed as fingers climbed over his feet, feeding more of Merkeo inside as its underbelly bulged with his body. With a giddish chuckle, he corkscrewed the rest of his feet inside as the slit closed. Wads of pre rushed into his body as it blinded him of the trip ahead, the muscular tube getting thickening as a suction pulled at his body.

A mere lump cast itself upon the jock's shaft, pulse after pulse dragging him down as it squeezed into the base of the shaft and into his prostate. More seed flooded the tender bean as the valve closed behind him, leaving him at the mercy of the muscular waves as it tenderized his body. He struggled to hold them back, his limbs sinking into their surface as he tried to find a way out. Pressure tugged at his feet, yanking him into the source of the musky fluid as he was dragged through the labyrinth swirling in the Jock's waist.

He held his breath as he was dragged through its loops, before he found him at its ridge as he slid through a long tube. He was deposited inside an enclosed sac, the walls forcing him to lay straight as if he were in an airtight compartment.

"Damn it Fervin, this has gotten way too far!!" he scowled, Worming himself toward the valve that winked out of reach, taunting at his predicament before it vanished behind a fold of seed coated flesh.

His calls were left unanswered, drowned out by the jock's beastly grunts as it reverberated through the walls.

wet slaps came from outside, jostling the testicle as if it were a fish bag. "That's the job..right there!" Fervin huffed louder.

The jock roared as the walls shrank around Merkeo’s body, the valve above him slurping the pool from the chamber as climbed through the tubes. The ceiling spasmed as spurts muffled the walls, Merkeo took the chance to breathe, but shriveled as his lungs filled with the ripe aroma of salt and bodily fluids. He squirmed along the walls to follow the fluid out, but his fingers wouldn't register as the stiff folds pucker in place.

Droplets of the lukewarm substance dripped at his back, and he groaned. "There, you had your little release. Now get me out of this thing!" He paused to hear the outside, the heavy wet thumps shaking the chamber as he swayed in place. "Hey! Are you listening?"

"Oh man..you are a good toy." He muttered, his voice distorted as if he were a broken speaker. "Ah really…good one."

"Yeah yeah, great, now get me out!"

Fervin’s words slowed as they traveled through his body. Gravity flicked as a heavy mass compressed the ceiling. The layer of flesh surrounding the testicle squashed at his torso.. The jock's breath grew heavy, rattling the muscles like rusted gears. He's kidding, he thought to himself, he sends him down his cock and now he's taking a snooze?

"You’re not sleeping with me in here!." He shouted. "Wake your ass up!"

He rattled the sac like an ape in a cage, thrashing himself in the compressed space to disrupt Fervin’s sound slumber. It was only when his knees cushioned into the round testicle did he get a reaction, the jock's body springing to life as a moan howled through the environment. Gravity shifted again, and the flesh barricading the orb pinned him down as the round lump cushioned his face.

He groaned as it tucked him against the corner wall, singing its whale songs of gurgles and churns to its captive audience. "Damn it.."

The hours ticked by since the events of that evening. Fervin tossed in his slumber, snarling from his nostrils as he rocked over the arms of the sofa. He stretched his limbs to scratch himself, but fell backwards as gravity pulled him to the floor. Sunlight erupted from the winder, burning into his eyes like a flashbang as he groggily got up.

He picked himself up from the floor, his balance tumbling to the cushion as he caught himself.. "Fuck what a night, all that partying really tired me out.." He scratched absently at his crotch, warm skin sticking to his fingers as he cocked it back, His barreled cock resting between his legs. “Where the fuck did my shorts go?..”

He stretched before getting up from the couch, giving one last yawn as he fetched a protein shake from the fridge. He looked at his roommates' things, his props scattered along the tabletop as his cotton bed was toppled from the windowsill. The nerd’s already gone, he thought, guess he decided to leave early for spring break. That’s good, he didn’t have to worry about underwear then. He drank at his shake and moved onto his side of the room, kicking his suitcase between his legs. He crumpled his clothes, tossing them inside as a hill slowly formed.

He scratched at himself once more, reminiscing at his fingers touch as his nut flexed over them. But he squinted as he gazed at the round sphere. Something was different about them, his right testicle sagged lower than the other. He fondled beneath its weight as his cock throbbed. It might just be his imagination, he did hold a lot of his seed in there last evening.

"I’m sorry big boy, I got too drunk to enjoy you properly.” He massaged his shaft. “But I bet you got plenty of rest after you had your fun."

"Absolutely not?"

He blinked at the sudden voice, looking at his Cock. He poked at its pudgy surface for a response, but it only throbbed. "Heh..hehe, I must have had way too many shots last night. Thought I just heard my cock talking."

"Not the cock you idiot!" The voice echoed again.

He cocked a brow as he stared at his member, movement rising beneath the sagging right testicle. He scooped his sac into his palm, pinching at the active orb as he rotated it. A squirming lump curled along its edge, a soft imprint appearing before a flex pulled it down.

His palm flung from his ball, letting them swing between his legs as his heart pounded. "What the hell did I drink last night?! My ball's coming alive!"

"No, It's me! Merkeo!"

"Merkeo?" He paused, looking back at the wiggling lump. He poked at its side, a pathetic whimper escaping from it. "It is you, nerd! The hell are you doing in my balls!"

"Take a guess! You shoved me in here on another one of your drunk sprees."

"Drunk spree? I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He said. “As far as I can remember I was alone..then again, there was this talking toy. Don’t remember much but it kept squawking about not being a..toy. Huh, well that explains all the whining.”

“You fucked me into the couch.”

He groaned upon the nerd’s response "Yeah well..you should’ve been more careful. It’s not my fault you’re in there.”

“It literally is!"

"Potato, Potato."

He moved toward the glass mirror along the wall, reaching , putting on his underwear as he got dressed. He pulled the back as the thin fabric saddled his glutes, letting his cock spill over the pouch as he took to his suitcase.

His nuts jangled together like wind chimes, crashing into his thighs. "What are you doing now?"

"What do you think I’m doing? I’m packing for the weekend. I’ve got shit to do back at home, and since you're stuck with me, you'll just have to tag along until we get back."

"What?! I'm not staying in here! DnD is this weekend!" Merkel said, pressure climbed through his epididymis to the valve connecting to the rest of the cock. The right nut sway passively, flexing as the sensation of fingers prodded at the tight folds. "Gotta get..out of this thing!"

The jock snorted at the attempt. "Oh boy, aren't you nerds supposed to be smart or something? My cock doesn't take orders from nerds, it listens to one that has the oomph to shake it. And that's yours truly."

"Then get on with it already."

"You’d love that wouldn’t you? To see yourself ejected from a real cock." he fondled his nuts between his fingers. "Unfortunately I’m still spent. It's gonna be a long while before these babies are ready for another round."

“And how long would that take.”

“Hell if I know, 3 hours or so.” “Three hours?!”

“Yup, so might as well get comfy until I fetch for you.”

He raised his cock over the flap, sealing it inside the pouch as he tied his shorts. He reeled his luggage into the hallway, following the narrow passageway toward the elevator in the crossway. Movement shifted as Merke tried to adjust in the compact space, the bulk of Fervin’s nuts dog piling his lump as it jostled in the pouch of his jockstrap. That nerd really knows how to get under his skin. Literally. Though he'll give him one thing, it felt good to have his balls stimulated, like a hot girl playing with his balls. The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside. As they closed, he groped at his crotch, humping at the air.

He picked up a soft whimper from beneath the fabric, pressure building at his testicle as soft kneads rested upon it. He still didn’t know how to feel above having the nerd in there,but at least he’ll help filling him up back home..

The ride with Fervin was a long and bumpy trip. Every passing moment was filled with flesh jumbling Merkeo around, marinating him in the little puddle that climbed at his ankles as the testicular wall shriveled and compressed. He didn't know how far they traveled, the outside was too muffled to depth the surrounding environment except for the purrs of jock’s vehicle. After another eternity of stewing in the jock's balls, inertia pulled ahead as his face was wrapped in a sheet of muscle.

His steps boomed as a door creaked open, the sound of a zipper being undone as the sac rolled on its side. "Ah, it's good to be back home." Fervin’s voice distorted through the walls..

Merkeo padded at the soft tissue to get the jock's attention, the testicle spooning into his torso. His palms were pinned by the protruding bulge, only managing to use his ankles as he bucked weakly as the ridge of the testicle.

A heavy thud struck the balls, the soft curvature of fingers pressing at his back. "Eh? oh yeah, forgot you were in there."

Not a surprise. "It's been hours since I've been here. Can you get me out now?"

“I told you that’s not how my nuts work, nerd. They need the energy to get them started.”

“You said you needed three hours!”

Fervin laughed heartily. “I said It’d take me three hours to fill them, I never said I’d be ready to release it.”

The sac shook as its contents plonked around, the seed secreting from the wall spreading out as they washed over Merkeo’s body. His stomach dropped as the fingers let go, the nuts beginning to sway as steps boomed outside. A soft pressure cushion at the walls, tight leather scrunching beneath him.

“Been a while since I checked on the game” Fervin said. “I wonder if my K/D is still intact.”

The jock’s weight shifted as the sac tilted, forcing Merkeo to spoon beneath the rough lump as seed polled at his shoulders. Fervin's voice could be heard beyond the walls, blurting comments as a controller clunked high above. His obnoxious bantering went on for another hour, his balls rocking periodically as a finger scratched at the testicular layer. Merkeo tried again to get him to answer, splashing at the pool of seed that splashed beneath his chin. But he only received a brush from one of the thighs, followed by cursing as he shouted at someone in the game.

Outside the sun loomed past the hill in the window, the crimson sky slowly turning blue as the moon rose from the horizon. Merkeo tilted his neck as he faced the quivering sphincter above, counting its flexes as seed drooled from its lips. It’s all he could do, with his limbs bathed into the milky pool as the muscle flexed in place.

“Fuck yeah!” Fervin’s voice blurted,the testicles thrusting forward before snagged. “Hope you like that grenade yas wuss! That’ll teach ya to steal my kill!”

“Fervin!” Merkeo called out, thrashing against the tender wall. “Fervin!”

The chamber shifted, pressure applying to his back. “What now nerd?”

“Are you ready yet? It’s getting kind of full in here.”

“Hmm..They are kinda heavy…” the pressure behind him pushed at his body, a thrust sending a wave over the little roommate. “And I’m already pumped as it is, why not.”

“Yes! Finally!”

A rumble boomed above, a bubbling torrent shaking the walls as pressure melted behind him. “Shit, I forgot all about dinner. Can’t wank one out on an empty stomach.”

Merkeo swayed as Fervin traversed the household, his steps hardening as it traveled through his body. Wrappers muffled from above as the jock giggled to himself, followed by a meaty crunch as he chewed on his food. He listened to symphony of crumpled wrappers and munching for moments, and still he had yet finished his feast. The fluid climbed higher, dosing his ears as if they dipping sauce.

The walls flexed, and he raced to force them back. “It's getting a little cramped in here, are you ready to release yet?” “Eh? Release what?”

“Your seed!”

“Oh yeah yeah, I’ll get right on it. Just..” an announcer muffled from outside, followed by bells as cheer muttered in the background. “Oo, the playoffs! I forgot that aired today.” He walked over as the sounds came closer, springs creaking beneath him.

“Wait a second, get me out first.”

“Don’t sweat it, it won’t be long. I’ll have you out by halftime, jock’s promise.”

Merkeo groaned at the response, working his limbs close to deter the walls from overtaking the pocket. He didn’t know if he could bear the salty aroma, each whiff was like intaking smelling salt, forcing him to buck at the round testicle that threatened to submerge him without hesitation. Buzzing rang from beneath him as a bubbled climbed into the pocket, his phone emerging from the pool as a notification was plastered upon it.

It was from one of the members, sending a message about the meet for tomorrow. He fiddled a finger toward its direction, its angled edge taping at his fingertips, before a fold greedily dragged it out of sight. He sighed as he faced the wall, thrashing it about to get Fervin’s attention. This time there was no response, all except his goofish giggling as he mocked the game. He couldn’t do anything but wait, tugging into the soggy fold as he closed his eyes.

A few minutes passed as he opened his eyes, once chaotic background softening as snores followed behind it. He was still in his balls, and he was fast asleep. In rage, he thrashed about the chamber to cause discomfort, swiping at the lump at his torso despite how weakly his limbs slipped off.

A roaring ocean filled his ears, as the side of his hear were submerged in milky pool. In shriveled defeat, he closed his eyes, awaiting for the jock to wake up once more. DnD was tomorrow, and he couldn’t stand being trapped in his nuts for a moment more. —-------------------------------------- Throughout the next day, he slept to conserve his energy, listening to Fervin’s wandering as carried out his activities. When waved of seed flowed into his nostrils, he shot awake, kicking the testicle as a jolt shook the walls. A groan escaped from the jock as fingers took to his balls, forcing him to adjust as the chamber tilted it’s side.

“Watch where you’re kicking in there will ya?” Ferman demanded. “These babies are to be treated with care!”

“These babies are a nightmare, I’ve been stewing in here for god now’s how long!”

“Oh please, you barely move in there, it can’t be that bad.” “You’re not the one neck deep in side!” He bent his knees to open more space, driving his feet into the sides of the testicular wall.

Its flesh raced to subdue, contracting its muscle around him like a snake. But he refused to let himself cave under its pressures, prying at the opposite wall.

Fervin’s body twisted. “What are you doing?”

“DnD is tonight, I can’t stay in your balls any longer. And if I have to cause a ruckus, then so be it!”

His body lit ablaze as he took to the lump, kneading into the tender walls as the testicle throbbed beneath its layer. Fervin’s fingers raced to subdue his efforts, but the sac was too full to add enough pressure, Merkeo using it as a shield as battered the walls with his own body.

After moments of struggling, a roar of defeat erupted from Fervin." Fuck it! Fine I’ll get you out.” he announced. “Was getting tired of hauling you around anyway."

The testicles swayed as he wandered outside. It wasn't long before pressure built beneath, the opposite testicle shifting before it dropped off a ledge. The sound of wet slaps returned from above, sending ripples in the chamber as the testicular sac compressed Merkeo's face.

"Ugh, my suit is so ruined, can't you pump faster?"

"Don't get your tidy widdies in bunch ya nerd, I'm almost there."

The walls flexed harder, compressing his feet as he squeezed along the hump like paste in a canister. The valve slowly began to quiver, widening slowly a seed rushed through its mouth. It flowed into its tubes like a pipeline, gulping periodically at the substance as he himself was pulled close to its lips.

Strands of his own hair were plucked between the soggy lips, crowning his head as seed piled his shoulder. But flex ceased as the narrow tube dried up, clamping at his head as seed disappeared into the abyss above. "What the? What's the hold up?"

A muffled ring vibrated the walls, the pounds halting as the jock shifted slowly. "Got a call." Fervin said, answering the device. "Bandi, my boy, what's up? Yeah I’ve been in town, just letting out some steam."

"Hey! Don't stop, keep going!"

"Give me a fucking minute, I'll get there…no no, just talking to a nerd is all I-…wait seriously?! Oh shit, count me in!"

The sac rattled from the jock’s excitement. "What are you doing out there?"

"The boys found a goldmine for some chicks from the cheerleading squad at the university. Looks we're heading to the bar."

"What?! What about me?! You still have to take me out!"

"I'll fetcha ya later, Right now I gotta fetch old faithful from the drawers. I'm gonna catch me a big one tonight"

The chamber thrashed as he braced himself for another tide, the thick goop dragging down his body like syrup. He stretched his limbs to pierce the tender muscle, but pouted at the meat pocket. Unbelievable, he was about to be free from this hellhole before that phone call. He couldn’t bear more of Fervin’s antiques for god knows how, but it appears he didn’t have much choice.. Before he knew it, the chamber moved as steps trailed outside, a door muffling open as the purrs of the truck returned.

And so began the trip to the bar. Voices muffled from the walls as Fervin greeted his friends, softer tones following them as he assumed they were women. His hips gyrating was the confirmation he needed, if not rhythmic throbbing from the shaft.

The minutes felt like an eternity as jazz played from the bar, glasses clanging together as the jock’s obnoxious chattering filled the void. His ears submerged in seed was a mercy compared to listening to the awful pick up lines he spewed from his mouth.

"This is so humiliating." he groaned.

"Hey baby, there's no need to take a seat on these raggedy old chairs, come take a gander at this one" Fervin said, heavy thumps causing the sac to dip.

Pressure ensued as the testicle rolled at his back. His torso sunk like an island landscape, dipping beneath the murky fluid as it climbed to his chin. He struggled beneath the titanic weight above, the thigh outside bouncing as it jostled the chamber..

"Oh my, you make a pretty good seat." A woman's voice said above.

"Oh ho baby, I can do more than just cushion."

"Oh for fuck sake." Merkeo covered his ears, hoping to drown out the conversation.

Another hour drew by as he listened to the oaf's bantering. At one point, chattering dwindled before the nutsack spilled forward, and the crushing weight was relieved. Fervin was on the move, the sounds of the bar growing distant until it became white noise in the background.

He scraped the wall before placing his ear against it, curiosity overwhelming him as he listened to the jock’s steps. The zipper of the pants were undone, and he spilled forward as flesh caught his fall.

"Here they are my dear, my pride and enjoy in all its glory."

"You weren't lying, it certainly is thick."

“He’s with a girl, of course he is.” his side cramp as a lump fondled his back, He squirmed to ease its protrusion, elbowing the testicle as the jock released a grunt.

"Is everything all alright?" The woman asked.

"Oh yeah sure, everything is just fine. Just a little..excited is all." Fervin replied. "Afterall, how can a guy not melt for a hot doll like yourself."

The chamber shook as the lump flattened, seed rushing from the other end like a dam as it splashed into Merkeo. Slow wet pounds filled the void, the testicle compressing before it squashed into his body. A disgruntled moan pierced the air as the sac swayed forward, a dulled edge separating the balls as softer moans echoed ahead..

God, She's sucking him off, as if his problem weren't already wacky enough. He fought the testicle to plug his ears, but its ridge forced them away, allowing the demented display to continuing as it intensified. The pressure returned as digits cupped behind him, thinner than the ones before as their pointy ends prodded his back.

The pool increased as it climbed over his head, a current seeping into the valve as it widened closer. Muscle contraptions echoed beyond the thick walls, glurking as the women's moan grew fierce. The sac pulse, and the valve widened as it guzzled seed to the surface..

"Hope you're thirsty, cause I'm gonna unleash my load inside."

"Like hell you are!" Merkeo blurted, thrashing from the chamber.

The lump prodding at his back vanished beneath murky waves, the balls dropping as they bashed against the jock’s thigh. "Did your balls just talk?!" The woman squealed.

"N..no? Did you hear them talking? I..I didn't hear them talking."

"Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting."

The sound of boots muffled from the outside, growing softer as the chamber thrashed about. "No! Come on babe, Come back!" Fervin called desperately for her, the door slamming shut. A vice grip wrapped the testicle, and Merkeo was smothered into the walls. "Damn it you nerd, you scared her off!"

"I scared her off?! I was nearly protein for her! I'm trying to get out from inside you, not end up in another."

"Well congratulations cause now I'm fucking limp, thanks for that." A bang sounded from outside as the jock began to walk. "Can't believe I got cock blocked by a nerd."

The sac rocked between his legs as the creaking door lingered from overhead, trailing off somewhere behind them as the sound of the roaring crowd returned. Merkeo tucked himself against the corner pocket of the chamber, it was the only place he could manage to breath without intaking the salty seed. He heard the jock's friend talking, reminiscing over the cheerleader storming out of the bar. His response wasn't pleasant, a squeeze smother the eager testicle against his head as if to point the blame upon him. but it relented as he relaxed, his balls drooping at the thigh.

He curled against the opposite wall, before a buzz rumbled from above, his phone squeezing from the compressed fold as it slid in front of him.

a photo appeared from beneath the milky substance, a group photo with his friends dressed in their fictional costumes. Speak of the devil, he thought, here comes the fruits of his labor reminding him of his failed attempt. What he would give to be there right now. He focused on the group photo, admiring the designs each of them chose to wear. but his eyes furrowed as he caught a glimpse of one of the members, his eyes widening.

"No way.."

That late night dragged into Sunday morning, as Fervin drove back into the dorm room as he tossed his backpack. Merkeo eyed the quivering sphincter above as its lips expanded, the walls compress as he catapulted into the tight tube. The ride up was rigid and slow, but fast enough to wipe seed clean from his skin before he squeezed back into the embrace of the jock's prostate. In a firm push he climbed up the urethral tube, skyrocketing into a tupperware container as he collided against the plastic wall.

The jock scorned above, the milky stream pouring faster as he shielded his face. "Alright that's enough!"

"Not yet it's not." Fervin said grumpily.

the stream pushed at his palms, piercing their way through as he slid into the smooth corner, it was only until his palm remained uncovered did it finally stop, and the slit sealed shut.

"Now it's finished” Fervin sneered at his handy work, shaking the drizzle from his cock before turning toward his stuff.

"Hold it!" Merkeo muttered, rising from the gunk. "We're.. we're not done."

"oh we're not huh? and what makes you say that?"

"You cost me the whole weekend! you have to make up for it!"

"Wha?.." the jock burst from laughter. "What are you on about, you're the nerd who got stuck in there in the first place."

"Only because you put me there. and nearly got me swallowed."

He rolled his eyes, fanning at the remark as Merkeo climbed out of the container. In a slippery leap, the little roommate lunged as he clung to the tufts of his jersey. It was like holding onto a moving vehicle, seed soaking his suit fanned to the luggage on the floor. Fervin drew closer to the computer desk, and jumped as he followed him to the tissue box, stomping at its opening as the giant palmed reached for it..

the jock's face soured. " You're really starting to get on my nerves."

"Likewise, but I'm not letting you off the hook. you’re going to pay up, right here, right now."

"Oh you gotta be shitting me." he chuckled. "Fuck it, I'll bite. What? What could a little nerd like you do to force me to pay you back."

He dug into the soggy pouch of his pocket of his suit, taking out his phone. He clicked at the photo, holding it to the air as Fervin's face loomed closer. "This is how!"

"Hah! What more nerds? Get over yourself."

"They may look like mere nerds to you. But one of them I'm sure you know quite well." he zoomed the photo closer, focusing on a woman dressed as a witch. "That lady right there is Cindy, the lead cheerleader of our university. I wonder what she might think if she finds out about our little mishap. I'm sure she'd love to share the adventure with the football captain."

The jock’s eyes widened before narrowing. "You don't have the balls to go through with that."

"Oh yeah? One already think's you have talking balls, I'm sure they can puzzle the rest if I speak up."

The jock growled, reaching a palm as the thick digits twitched in rage. it lunged forward, yanking a tissue from beneath Merkeo’s feet as it crumpled into a withered mess. "What do you have in mind?.."

"Heh."

"It's so good to see you again, Merkeo” Cindy greeted him, lowering a finger as he shook her hand. We missed you last night’s session. You’re wearing your night costume again?”

He scratched at his head, adjusting his cape. "Yeah, the other suit kinda got stuck in a rut. Fashion crisis am I right? But hey, we at least got time to catch up on a session. I even brought a plus one."

Heavy thuds came from the hallway, sharp squeaks lingering as a silhouette peered through the frame. An inflated dragon loomed in, Fervin’s soured face tucked beneath its chin as the rest of the rubbery suit hauled inside, he grumbled as he wrestled his tail inside, bumping it against the door.

"I'm sure you two know each other."

"We sure do.” Cindy said, “I didn't think he took part in DnD."

"You could say he had a change of heart." He replied, sharing glances with Fervin as his fiery gaze overshadowed the derpy expression of the inflatable.

They prepared the table as they all encircled it, Merkeo taking out the dice as many took their roles. scattered the props along the props behind the bordered sheet, he cleared his throat. "Alright ladies and gents, let’s begin. The adventurers set out upon the request of the king, a dragon has been spotted in a cave near the kingdom. You find the entrance and travel through its catacombs. There, surrounded by shimmering gold and diamonds, lay the beast. Sprawled upon its haunches as it snarled at your intrusion.”

Merkeo paused as he scooped the dice in hand, lending them to one of the members dressed as a wizard. “Care to start us off.”

"Oh Oh! I roll to ride the ride dragon"

"Try it and I'll flatten you like a crumpcake, pinhead!" Fervin snarled.

"Ah ah, not without a roll you're not." Merkeo assorted, nodding toward the little wizard.

The wizard squeed as they shook their hands in place, the dice jumbling like ice cubes as they rolled them to the thin sheet crossing the table. both dices toppled themselves, number nine marking the both of them.

"ooo, Nat 18. the wizard casts a construct to cast himself atop the dragon."

The wizard let out a high pitched squeal as They climbed aboard the inflatable forearm. Fervin eyed in disgust as the little one stood atop of him. the googly eyes of the dragon jangled as they clung to one of the ears, pulling it from one side of his body to the other.

the dragon squeaked as it smothered Fervin’s face, his neck jerking from side to side. "Hey! what the-?!"

“Wow, you really are pulling your weight." Merkeo said. I figured you'd make a good dragon.”

"Get them the fuck off me!"

"mm, not how it works. you gotta announce it, then roll."

"Oh for the-" he reached for the dice at the end of the table, fingers denting the barrier as they rattled. "The dragon attempts to throw the nuisance off."

He flung the dice forward, their forms streaking across the table like cannons as they pushed the barrier back. The dice came to a standstill, number one marking them both.

"Ooo two, the dragon failed to throw the wizard off. bummer."

"The hell?! what kind of bullshit is that I-"

"Our rodeo isn't over yet, dragon!" the wizard yelled, heaving at the inflated ears like reins. "Your hide will be a fine reward for my potions!"

"Crushing you is still on the table you damn pest!"

Merkeo watched as the two of them bicker, admiring the jock's flailing as he walked sluggishly against the walls. but he turned his head as Cindy whispered for his attention, lending an ear toward her.

"He seems pretty aggressive for a DnD player, Are you sure he's here to play?" She asked.

He looked toward the two once more, the wizard yanking backward as Fervin pivoted like a horse on a hill. He smiled as he placed a hand on his cheek. "Oh yeah, I'm sure."

#cock vore #giant

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tparker48 · 1 month

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Hi! I hope you remember me. I was the user that asked you to create a story where a tiny as an infant got left on the doorstep of a giant, and the giant adopts him and becomes his protective father. I believe I sent you an anonymous ask a couple of months ago you might have missed it. I was wondering if you could make another story with this duo? the plot I was thinking of was that one day the son was exploring on the floor when he gets jumped by 3 tiny's who think he is a prisoner, and before he can tell them hes not they knock him out, and take him away. he wakes up in an alley with the tinies surrounding him saying hes safe, and he tries to explain he is the son of the giant when suddenly a huge stomp is heard behind him, and his dad is standing behind him with an angry face. The dad then starts to torture the 3 tinies for stealing his son as he is very possessive, and protective of him. He eat one, crushes another, and stick one up his butt, while his son tries to stop him but is held down by his foot. He doesn't see the other tinies as people he only sees his son as a person. finally at the end he cock vores his son, and returns home. Thank you if you can take my request!

Heya alternate^^! its good to hear from ya again, I hope all is well. I wanted to let you know that I have received your request, It's a little higher above the list in the inbox, but not far off to go. Rest assured, I do intend to do it, but it may take a little while longer than anticipated.

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tparker48 · 1 month

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Do you prefer cruel, careless, or kind preds?

A good question, I'd say a pred with a playful side is one that I like. But then again, the others types hold a spot in my interest as well. For a little light fun, kind preds take the cake. When I want to up the stakes, a cruel pred fits those needs well to spice things up. But often times it depends on the mood^^

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tparker48 · 1 month

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Speaking of uncle Ryan, here's a fun question: which celebrity or famous person do you think uncle Ryan looks like the most?

Hmm, I would say Josh brolin. The man has a good build, and he's closest to what I imagine^^

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tparker48 · 1 month

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A request

If you are taking requests, could you write a story where the younger brother loses a videogame bet with his older one and now is being used as fart muffler, then make another bet, loses again and is used as butt plug

That can be fun! sure, I’ll see what I can whip up^^

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tparker48 · 1 month

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HI!!! I know you currently have request on pause but if you ever do see this do you think you can make a story about a tiny and giant roommates, and the giant is a streamer who sits on the tinay accidentally but decides not to move right away. when he finally does move he takes his tiny roommate with him into the bathroom and ends up AV him.

That could be a fun one. I always wanted to do some more streamer scenarios, what perfect time than now^^

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tparker48 · 1 month

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Any chance for another Uncle Ryan story? He's one hot uncle pred I want to be vored by. I want to see him go to town on a bunch of arrogant twinks by gobbling them up and shoving them up his ass, then dispose of them afterwards.

Ah Uncle Ryan, I'm sure I can whip up something for ya^^

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tparker48 · 1 month

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hi!! if it's not to much trouble do you think you can do a story of a tiny who gets used by their giant horny roommate and ends up in their balls. and when the giant wakes up the next morning finds out but decides he likes the feeling so he keeps the tiny in his balls for the day or week.

You got it, my friend. I shall see what I can come up with^^

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Request for anonymous

The time has come at last, the eventful day Sitti looked forward to. A wedding was being hosted at a church off the side of downtown. The love of his life was waiting for him, his own heart yearning to unite with them to celebrate the occasion. He rushed from the dressing room and into his bedroom, fetching his bow tie from the drawer. He gathered the rest of his suit from the closet, and stacked them upon the mattress.

“Okay, Suite? Check! Cologne? Check! Hair?..” he brushed a comb through the tufts of his hair. “Stylish! Everything should be prepared for the evening.”

He stumbled around the room, wrestling his dress sock over the hairs of his leg as he crashed onto the mattress. If he judged his time correctly, he should be able to get to the wedding before the guests fill the lobby. He wrestled his tuxedo upon his shoulders, tucking it into his pants before he fastened with the belt. His phone began to ring as it buzzed inside his pocket. His heart fluttered at the name on the screen, Pumo was calling

"Hey, love bug." He hummed into the phone.

"Hey hubby, did you find the suite?”

“Yup, just where you said it would.” he replied, straightening his buttons. “How are the decorators holding up?."

“They just finished them now, and the guests are arriving as we speak.”

“Good, good. I should be there within the hour.” Sitti peeked at his phone, flipping through his messages for the other task members. “If only that escort were here already. Melting into and reforming is a very strict process.”

“Are you still on that idea? I thought you scrapped that idea.”

“Hun, you’re the one who said you wanted it special. One of the escorts mentioned this melting ceremony, so I thought I’d test.” He grabbed a green vile from the counter, watching its fluid dance around the translucent flask.” when I’m done the great sploogini shall make his grand entrance and swoon his lovely husband Pumo with a kiss.”

A soft scoff came from the speaker. “Sploogini, seriously?”

“What? It’s a good name. Every great magician has one. Get ready for a splashy entrance, because it’s be mess..mess..Messtastic!”

Pumo laughed softly, taking a deep breath. “Honestly you and your puns are the one thing that’ll be the end of me. Just be sure to wipe the cream from your face, I don’t want them hiding that adorable face of yours.”

”You got it hun, see you soon.” Sitti replied, hanging up the phone. “ as soon as this damn escort arrives.”

He spent the next few minutes preparing himself for the upcoming ceremony. He passed his phone as he peeked at the screen, Still no message. The wedding was starting in 30 minutes, If he shows up late Pumo would never let him hear the end of it. He paced around the room, seeing a ray of sunlight on the floor as it raised toward the wall. Screw it, he thought, he’ll give them a call to give them a piece of his mind. He flipped the screen toward his contact, placing a thumb at his number.

A knock came from the front door, Sitti looking through its crescent shaped frame. A man in a blue suit glared in the window, wearing a tiki mask as its sunken eyes followed Sitti to the door’s handle. The knob squeaked as it jerked horizontally, yanked away as Sitti fiery gazed laid eyes upon the man.

"Finally you're here! What the hell is wrong with you? I told you to be on time!”

"Apologies sir,” They said. Their voice was smooth as honey, and yet filled with static as they spoke.. "I assure you I hold your ceremony to the utmost regard."

"I'll believe it when I see. Stand next to the sofa.” He pointed near the wall, the masked man obliging as he strolled next to the leathery arm.

As they settled, Sitti pulled at the translucent vile in hand, untwisting the cork from the opening as he whiffed at the air above it. Its aroma was as alluring as a green apple, and yet, sour like medicine. He flared his nose before placing a thumb at its open end, directing himself to the masked man.

“Did you bring the vile like I told you?” he asked them. They armed lowered into their dress pocket, lifting a small vile from the pound and into their fingers. Blue fluid resided inside it, drenching the flask as if it were a wave. “Good. you can proceed with the next step then.”

The masked man nodded. They raised their fingers toward their dress pants, unfastening the belt before the smooth fabric flowed toward their ankles. They slithered their fingers into the checkered boxer, lowering them as well as cologne wafted through its gust. Sitti approached, gazed upon the beer can shaped cock that extended from a bush of pubic. A marking appeared along their inner thigh, a curving from the darker skin like a crescent moon.

Something about that marking, he’s seen it from someone, but who?. His eyes funneled toward the dark spot, its skin rippling along their waist like boat on water.

The masked man asked. “Is everything good?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” He replied. “Right then, let’s get a move on.”

The masked man nodded. They twisted the cork from their vile, raising it to the air as they proceeded to drink the fluid. At the same time, he drank his as the green fluid spilled into his mouth. Its taste attacked his tongue, a soured flavor stinging his taste buds as if it were a jelly. His mouth quivered as he guzzled it down his throat, even his stomach feeling attacked as it twisted inside him. When the last drop left the vile, he gasped in air.

“More sour than it looks.” he muttered, his body starting to tingle.

His body warmed, Tightness wrapping around his body. It was like he was in a compactor as his body started to pulse. In a flash, the living stretched to the sky, growing in as the floor rushed toward him. His height lowered to the wooden floor, and dust particles flowed through his vision. He watched as it’s strand twirled in the air, wisped away by a soft breeze as it latched onto the leathery hide of the sofa. Of all the times he sweeped this floor, filth always remained it seemed.

Kneecaps creaked along the wooden floor, the man looming overhead as their mask blocked the ceiling light like an eclipse. He was no bigger than a barbie doll, dwarfed by the heel of their dress shoes as it climbed to the rest of the mountainous mass. Strolling beneath the masked man, his knuckles anchoring along the floor.

Lukewarm fluid spilled from the side of his face, the cold air thickening its substance as it stuck to him like goo. "Hey! Leak later! I'm not paying you just to jack off!"

The masked man said nothing, but instead lowered himself further as the cock laid on the floor. His thick digits pinched at the puffed shroom of its length, pre drooling as made puddle at Sitti’s feet. He winced as they soaked the sides of the dress socks. Of all the escorts they could have sent, they gave him one that leaks like a faucet. The quicker he gets in that shaft, the easier it’ll be to keep his clothes from being tainted.

He clasped the soggy lips, stretching it wider as strings of seed parted its lips. “Remember, the second you enter the altar, you are to deposit me there. Not at the ramp, not at the doorway, but there.”

"Of course."

“Good.”

He stumbled along the edge of the shroomed head. Getting to his knees he eased arms into the chamber, plunging them into the man’s urethral tube as its clammy muscle slipped over them like a glove. He brought his face closer, and winced at its pungent scent. It wreaked of old piss its tube belching as bubbles of salty seed flowed between him arms. It’s like he hadn’t touch a bar soap in weeks, and here he was, climbing inside to the belly of his stench. Just his luck.

Inhaling the air behind him, plunged his face inside.

He stumbled into the crawl way of the urethra, the ample flesh inside drooping as they gyrated against each other. He kicked his knees to ease his waist through the slit,the ceiling soaking his back as he waddled down its path. The muscles boomed beneath as veins filled with blood, sending waves through the urethral tube as they pushed as he climbed higher.

Gravity shifted as it climbed to his head. He began to slide, rushing through folds of the as if he were a battering ram. “Who.. told him to move!” he tried to speak, globs of white substance spilling into his mouth.

Pulse after pulse he was dragged through the tube, approaching the shriveled guarding the rest of the man’s insides. It yawned open and bathed Sitti in a wad of cum, marinating his body before a flex tucked him into their prostate.

"We're at the halfway mark.." He wrestled the walls of the tight bean, compressed and shoved into the holes as seed poured out like a hose. He pushed at a sphincter in front of him, widening its folds to himself through. Yellow liquid warmed his hands, and he backed off as the sphincter slammed shut. “Nope! One fluid enough to deal with.”

He patted the doughy wall for the other holes, meeting the prostate baggy flesh as he twisted and turned for better access. Pressing at corner, the flesh caved as seed spilled his hand, a suction suckling his fingertips. "There it is."

He took to the valve with both hands, seed oozing from its chamber like a filled donut as he wormed himself into the tight tube. It closed over his feet, Peristalsis guiding him through the thin tube as twisted over a hill of flesh before he squished over a hill. Gravity forced him over the edge, inertia building as slid down a long slope. He squished into a sphincter that drooled with pre. It oozed its salty substance over him, before thrusting him inside as he was deposited into a baggy sack.

“Ghrgh..so this is what it’s like being a sardine...” he tried to swipe at his face. His arms barely move as they were blocked by the sack’s soft folds, the testicle beneath the layer spooning at his back.

He tapped at the chamber, and motion responded as muffled steps reverberated from the walls. The acoustics of the space wasn't ideal, but it's what he wanted to make Pumo’s dream wedding come true. And if it meant being stuck like this, then so be it.

"Alright, You can get the melting process. And don’t hold back, I want to make my wedding entrance look like pompeii." He crossed his arms, eying the small bubbles in the pool as he awaited for their warmth to overwhelm him.

Silence was all he received, the gurgling chamber answering his calls. He opened an eye to the valve above “hey! What’s the hold up out there? I should be melting by now!"

Laughter filled the chamber, the testicle squishing at his back. "I'm sorry sir, But I’m afraid you won;t be melting anytime soon."

“Not melting? What are blabbering about?"

Vibrations rumble from beneath his submerged foot, wiggling from between the soft testicular wall as it climbed up his leg. A plastic container, shimmying the walls as it wobbled into a meat pocket.

“A video call?" Sitti swiped at the screen, holding hand hand above it to keep it dry as he swiped the phone. The loading screen spiraled, before the masked man peered into frame.

"What is the meaning of this! You drank the serum, I should be melted!"

"That’d be true, If I did drink the serum.” they lowered the camera toward their pocket, crinkling coming from the phone as their fist rose outward. Packets resting in his palm, their crumpled plastic stretching to the fingertips. “You’d be surprised what you can do with kool aid nowadays. ”

"Juice?! You drank Juice?!” he took toward the valve, his fingers slipping from its shriveled state. “Let me out of here! The love of my life is waiting for me!"

"Oh you never knew love if it bit you in the ass. I should know.." A hand reached for their mask, unlatching the wooden figurine as it lifted like a curtain. Sitti focused on the screen, his eyes widening as a familiar face filled the frame. "We were always together before you came along, Sissy."

Sitti's heart sank from his chest, his mind racing as he looked upon his chiseled face. "Quibble?!"

"In the flesh."

The camera lowered as it pointed toward his fuzzy crotch. The crescent mark peeked from side of the frame, taunting him through the thin pubic hairs. That’s where he remembered that marking, it was Quibble’s birthmark.

A palm swirled along the left testicle, the sac wobbling as its tip flicked at the round spheres in the frame. It tilted as fingers prodded at the lump in its side, the wall behind him caving as he smothered against the coated wall. "You really know how to make a guy feel full. Almost feels like I got blue balls down there."

"We left you in seattle. How are you even here? Why are you here?!"

"Please, you sent fliers all over Facemeet. Surely it doesn't take rocket science to know you fucked up on that, Ay sissy."

"It's Sitti, jerk wad."

Fingers scooped beneath the orbs upon the screen. They flipped like giant patties, stacking upon each other as Sitti groaned beneath their weight. "Is that right? Man I can never tell the difference. but Sissy really fits you so much better. How Pumo Fell in love with a name like that is beyond me."

"Beat's sound like a pet dish."

"Hmph, Cute. As for your why, that's going to be a real trip.” He strolled the living room, tossing his nutsack between his legs. You see, you took my Pumie from me, and that's one thing I won't forget. Not only did you two high tail it, you decided to forget about me, as if I never existed.Well, I think it's time that you never existed."

The walls of the sac concaved as fingers pushed at Sitti's head, squeezing him toward the puddle as he was submerged. He wrestled with the lump to get from beneath its pressure, inhaling a mouth full of semen as salted gunk filled his throat and stomach. He squirmed harder, kicking at the walls that slipped from beneath him.

Quibble’s chuckles rumbled the sac, the pressure at his head relieving as he gasped at the tainted air. "Don’t think I’m gonna let you kick the bucket just yet. I’m just getting started. I'm gonna make you regret laying eyes on my Pumie"

He coughed the pool of seed from his stomach, wincing at the fire in his throat. "If that's all you came for you can just melt me you bastard!"

"Oh but that would be too easy, I want to ensure your suffering is much, much more intimate." He fondled the orb. "It's such a beautiful day. Two lovely mates getting wed. I wonder what may happen when someone takes the groom's place. Like mmm..me."

"If you go anywhere near Pumo i'll-"

He was sandwiched between two folds, gritting his teeth as they gyrated over his body. "It’s so adorable when you put up that macho act. Too bad it won’t be seen outside my hefty nuts. Let’s go for a ride.”

The walls decompressed as the fingers moved away, suspending him in the air as the testicle above stamped at his body. Sitti squirmed beneath its jostling form, pinned beneath its weight as jostled from leg to leg. The sound of a door muffled open outside the tender flesh, the roars of an engine following as the muscle beneath him compressed against a harder surface. He was getting in a car, the sound of gear clunking together as the chamber shook in place. Sitti bearcrawled toward the entrance that quivered above, pinching the folds as they slipped from his grasp. But the testicles' weight shifted as the car pulled away, its egg-shaped mass squashing into his wrist as Quibble began to drive.

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It felt like hours had passed since he was inserted inside the balls of the psychotic ex, the purrs from the car’s engine his only sign of the outside world beyond the shriveled sac. He pinched at the folds beyond the ridge pinning at his wrist, his arms squashed beneath testicles’ lumpy flesh. He twisted himself as meaty flesh smothered his face and pushed at the hardened organ beyond the testicular wall, hoping to free his body from its protrusion. But it was to no avail, the walls compressing in efforts to subdue him.

Squeaking wheels muffled from the outside, keys jangling as the chamber started to move. The sack swayed as Quibble began to walk, sloshing its fluid through the chamber as it splashed consistently across Sitti’s body. It was like being in a mixer as the balls swayed, wave after wave controlled by a single flex as he was marinated from head to toe.

Vibrations rumbled from beneath his leg, the small phone resurfacing as he swiped again at the call sign. "How's my little ball holder doing?" Quibble announced, standing at the doors of the church.

"Do you think this is funny?! You have no right interrupting Pumo’s big day."

"No sissy, I think you don't have the right. We Were doing just fine before you stuck your nose into his life. The memories he could have had, what we could have had. It's all because of you hanging around." He pinched at a flower, pinching a petal before he snuffed it with his fingers. "But now with you out of the way, It's just going to me and him now."

The camera panned forward, wiggling fingers reaching from the door as the sound of a piano rushed from its opening. Quibble sung to the tune that played from the instrumentalist, plucking a rose from its water pot as he waltzed through the hallway.

He passed the Chapel to the backdoors, approaching one with a bouquet of roses as Pumo's picture mounted a frame. "Let's say we give your..heh, my, husband a little check up shall we?"

"Quibble don't you-" the screen was shot as darkness filled it, his attention returned to the dark pit of the sack, and began to punch at. "Damnit!"

Muffled knocks came from the surface, its sound rivaling thunder as it rippled the semen. The door opened, and a soft voice followed. "Quibble?!"

Sitti halted, listening to the conversation. "Baby, It's so good to see you. And in your best suit too."

That sniveling bastard. Sitti thrashed against the chamber, clutching at the wall that melted between his palms. The chamber jerked swayed as Quibble walked, the door muffling shut.

"If Sitti Sees you here, he'll have your ass."

"I'm not worried about him. What I'm worried about is you."

The testicular wall compressed, squeezing Sitti’s body like a snake’s stomach as veins bulged from the walls. It gyrated against his cheek,muscles squeaking as the chamber stiffened harder. The gull of this man, Sitti thought, he’s getting hard from making a move on Pumo.

"You need to go,”Pumo said, his voice now louder. “ the wedding is in schedule and-!"

"And what? far as I'm concerned Sitti can kick rocks." The walls squeezed closer. "Come on, I know someone else who’s been dying to see you on your special day. And it's right here waiting for you to unwrap it."

Like hell he was. Sitti turned to the fold bulging the side of his face, placing it between his molars as he bit down. It was as hard as an overcooked steak, barely flinching as seed oozed onto his tongue. A moan erupted from Quibble, the chamber swaying backwards.

"S..see?" He stammered. "Even my body knows it was destined for us to be wedded."

Sitti's eye twitched at the statement, pushing more force into his bite to cause discomfort. A fold caved from above, smearing into his face as it scraped him from the fold. I borrowed him to the bottom of the sack, submerging him in seed as a lump caved from the wall.

"Listen, what you and I had is gone. I love Sitti now. So you have to go, the wedding's commenced and he'll be here any time soon."

Sitti fought against the increasing walls weight, seed filling his ears as the body surrounding him roared with its gurgles and churns. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, his lungs setting fire as he searched the doughy ceiling for an air pocket. He squirmed harder, and managed to find a crease as he squeezed through its narrow angle, his head popping into a tiny space as he took in the tainted air.

"I hate to ruin your wedding Pumo, but..I don't think Sitti’s coming."

Sitti paused his movement. “What did he just say?”

"W..what are you talking?"

"It's nothing really my business, but I thought It would be best to tell you. There was an accident with the escort. They followed the instructions but, the serum backfired."

"He's lying!" Sitti pounded against the testicular walls. His blows absorbed into its soft flesh, its surface to stiff and too thick to reach his love on the other side.

"You lie, that can't be true. He was just-"

"But it is, dearest. I know it's not the best news. Especially on your wedding day. But.." he paused, the phone in the chamber to ring. The pressure relieved as Sitti fetched it, the screen flickered as seed seeped into its ports."

Upon the screen, Pumo’s distraught face stared back. “Pumo? Pumo?! You have to get me out here he-!" the sound of the device quickly silenced, an icon posted on the side. Muted.

“It’s too gruesome to hear, but this was his last moments before he melted.” Quibble boomed around him. “All that remains of him now is this.”

A shift came from one of the legs, a plastic object held between his fingers as its end filled with salty seed. Handing it to Pumo, tears shedded down his face, his knees caving as he gazed at the soupy mess. His sobbing display was focused to the video’s lens, striking Sitti’s heart like thunder. No, he can’t do that to Pumo, not like this.

“Pumo! Don’t listen to anything that snake says! You hear” Sitti shouted, stretching the tender walls as his limbs began to strain.

An arm reached to Pumo’s shoulder, the camera zooming out as Quibble’s smug face peered into view. “you two loved each other very much. My heart cries out for your loss” he said. “But dearest, you still have a wedding to attend.”

"The wedding! Oh god, what am I going to tell guests? I can't tell them the wedding is cancelled. I can't-"

"Hey hey, there's no need to cancel the wedding. You can still marry someone."

"Who?! The love of my life is melted into cream!"

Sitti watched as a hand lifted to Pumo's chin, tilting his gaze to Quibble. "I think you know who."

Sitti’s blood began to boil, thrashing against the testicular wall, if not to get free, then to hurt Quibble to make him regret his words. But that reality vanished as he fought against the sack. Each blow struck against the tender wall. They barely flinched as they absorbed his blows, retaliating with a powerful clench as they nestled the phone in had between the rising hill of the testicle.

"But I can't. Marry someone else. Sitti's name is on the pamflett, the poster, even the cake."

"Well.." Quibble soothed through his lips. "Im sure they'll understand the sudden change. It’s your special day afterall."

He shared a kiss with Pumo, his nostrils flaring as if to siphon his breath from his lungs. In that moment of pleasure, Sitti turned into an ape, throwing fists against the walls as the testicle bounced from their spot inside his pants. He shoved at the wall, kicking into the rippling lump as he cursed at the backstabbing man that dared to construct this.

Their lips parted with a soft smack, Pumo Caught in its trance. "Were you always a good kisser?

"More than you know."

The announcer spoke through the speaker as the two of them peaked out from the curtain. The remaining guests in the hallway took their seats, facing the altar where the pastor awaited for the destined soul mates.

"Looks like you better get to your position , I'll be sure to show just how much of a kisser I can be."

He tapped his lips before loosening his grip. As he departed toward the altar, he looked down to his waist, his cock throbbing once more as he looked into the frame.

He unmuted the device, and Sitti yelled like a banshee. “Yeesh, you’re awfully pissy.”

“You sniveling bastard! When I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass!”

“Correction, If you get out of this. From where I’m standing I’m about to marry Pumo.” he rubbed over his lips. “Of all the lips to have, Sissy, you're sure as hell missing out. But don't worry, I'll be sure to tell you all about it." He patted the front of his pants, squeezing at his cock.

“You no good lousy-!” He was cut off as a receptionist shouted in the hallway, the piano’s playing louder as guest funneled into the chapel.

“Welp I better get out there. Good talk Sissy.”

“No! Wait-!”

The muted once more, the camera lowering as it swayed along his thigh. Sitti looked around the compact space, taking to the valve as he pushed at it all his might. There has to be a way to get this open, he thought, there has to be. The sac jostled as the testicle laid at his back. He placed a hand against its side, shoving it against its side to relieve himself. It was there that the sphincter quivered, widening before it squished together. Sitti paused as he looked to the ring, turning toward the lumpy ridge. He rubbed at its side, and watched as the ring widened once more, seed spilling into its mouth as it slurped past its lips. “Of course, Stimulate it.”

“All rise.” a priest said, the camera swaying as they stood above the alter. “We are gathered here today to celebrate this joyous day.”

He’s running out time, he has to get out there. He placed his palms along the hill. He rubbed into its smooth lump like a scrubber, Quibble’s moan booming through the air as the chamber shifted. The man muttered something beneath his breath, but he didn’t care as he stared at the sphincter, its pouting lips shrinking before it expanded. He caught a glimpse of the outer tube, and latched onto its rims as he forced himself inside. The tube was airtight, hugging the corner of his shoulder as seed soaked his body.

It lubricated his legs as they slipped at the sack behind him, but he felt the sack shift, as lump pressed at his rear. “Revenge wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t have a fighting chance, so I’ll give you this freebie.” it shoved him into the tight tube, the ring closing over his feet. “Best get to climbing, you have about 30 seconds before it’s my turn to walk.”

Sitti puzzled upon the gesture, but perished the thought as he wormed through the tube. It was like swimming through tar, flesh skidding against flesh as they siphoned at his body. The piano’s tune leered from the outside, drawing closer as Quibbles steps boomed. He wormed faster, managing to make it through the twisting tubes as he crawled over the ridge.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to wed these married couple.." the pastor said.

As the pastor commenced the procedure, Sitti climbed the rest of tube as it dipped inward. His palm pierced through the shriveled flesh ahead, and he was squeezed into the prostate. It was bathed in a pool of semen, coating the wall with its goop as it shrouded the sphincter. He caught a glimpse of the giant sphincter, prying at its walls to bypass it, but it refused to budge. The prostate gyrated against his body, smother him into the meatpocket as its holes suckled his ears. When they relaxed, he stretched the walls apart, but his eyes widened as he observed the chamber.

The semen that filled the tube now painted the walls with its fluid, blending the surrounding holes in the mixture of white and pink. Only one of the holes lead to the outside, but where was it?

"Do you ,Pumo, take this man as you lawfully wedded husband?" the pastor said

"I..I do."

Sitti’s heart started to pound, stamping into the crevices for the right hole. He squashed into one, and urine rushed into the chamber. He wiped the warm fluid as the sphincter closed, splashing around the other holes as he pawed at them. He stamped his hands into the hole above, a suction pulling them as seed spilled from their entrance like running water. Only one remained, his gaze darting to the shriveled fold as he gripped at them.

"And you, um..."

"Quibble" he responded, a smug tone mixed in his voice.

"Yes. Do you take Pumo As your lawfully wedded husband."

He smiled. "I do."

"Excellent.” the pastor said. “Then, if there is anyone who objects to the marriage of these two. Please speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Me! Me damn it!” Sitti pounded against the tender bean, prying at the lips to the urethra. He shifted his stance to get an angle on the sphincter. He stretched himself like an arrow, thrusting his limbs into a corner as he pushed at the entrance.

His feet slurped from beneath him, his force halting as he looked behind him. One of the holes clamped at his ankles, seed drooling as the ring chewed them. He tried to kick his way out, thrashing to get his limbs free. But they sunk like quicksand as a suction took control. Reeling back to the entrance, he panicked as he pawed toward the urethra, its folds inching away from his grasp as another wrapped his waist.

The walls caved as it sent waves into his face, feeding him to the gummy ring as climbed to shoulders. He yelled as its force yanked him into its maw, returned him back to depth of Quibble as the ring swallowed the rest of his limbs with a messy belch.

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"Then by the power vested in me. I here pronounce you, Husband and husband." The Statement was the final nail in the coffin. Time, was up.

Quibble cock flexed as it dragged its meal back to its waist, a soft whimper escaping it slide down its long slide. His right testicle now plonked with the new prisoner, brushing against his inner thigh as he smiled wider. "You may now, kiss."

He shimmied closer to Pumo and brought him in for a kiss. A mixture of cheers and groans flowing through the crowd as music played through the building. The hour was gone in a flash, the two of them returning home to seal their marriage. Pumo was getting ready in the shower, meanwhile Quibble would be in the bedroom, Spread eagled across the mattress as he fondled at his balls.

"This is the life. I get to marry the love of my life, I get a beatiful house, and I get my little nut pet too." He flicked a finger against the side of his testicle. "You haven't spoken a word since we got back, Sissy. You still bummed I struck it big and you didn't."

He paused as he stared at the struggling lump, a faint imprint protruding from the clammed skin before a clench subdued it. He felt giddish as he traced along the faint outline groping his sac as he rolled them around like marbles. In that very moment, he relished at the reality of the two of them. He was out here, enjoying the fruits of his own efforts. And he was in there, reduced to only a small lump behind the girth of his balls.

He slouched into the pillow, just as the sound of running water ceased from the bathroom. The knob jiggled before mist flowed into the room, Pumo stepping out as a towel wrapped around him.

"Took you long before you finally finished in there. Don't go getting wrinkly on me."

"Oh please, you already know how much I like showers. You could use one yourself musty."

"Pfft, and become Mr. Clean like you. Pass." He stretched his limbs to ease its tension, but noticed Pumo’s face lowering to the floor. "Something wrong?"

"I'm..still thinking about Sitti."

"Oh..yeah. I can tell that’s still fresh."

"Yeah, it's hard not to think about how far we've come. Even though he’s melted, I can still sense that he still lingers inside my heart."

That's not the only thing he's lingering in. He groped at his squirming testicle, shuffling it beneath the cover. "Okay, I'll give you that. But you and I both know it isn't healthy to dwell on the past. It’s true he may be gone, but it’s just as you said, he’ll always live in your heart. So cherish it, Pookie bear, and don’t let his memories be tainted."

Silence dwelled between the two, Pumo Looking toward the window. "Yeah..I guess you're right." He said, before looking up to Quibble. “ Pookie bear? What are we kids?"

"What, It's a good name. My wittle Pookie bear."

He rolled his eyes. "God you sound just like him."

He crawled upon the mattress, stumbling toward Quibble as he spooned against his torso. His damp skin stuck to his back, the warm water steaming into his chest as he nuzzled into his neck.

"Mm, feeling you this close brings back memories." He reached beneath the towel. "Wonder if those glutes are as soft as I remember."

"Hey, it hasn't been that long. I bet you lost a few inches without me around"

A palm reached to Quibbles waist. He watched as the slender palm fiddled at the barrel of his length, his fingers dancing around the curvatures as they spooned beneath the cock's warm underbelly. It ventured further as it scooped beneath his testicles, squeezing at the soft lump as he Quibble moaned.

"Huh, I stand corrected. Your balls are starting to get chunky."

"You could say that. Must be clogged or something." He said, a half hearted truth to his secret within.

He suckled upon his neck and leaned his body to Pumo’s back. He sliced his fingers along the towel, a single flick slipping them from their hold as they drooped around his toned body. Pumo's mounds were exposed, fingers scooping them into his palms. They were like giant marshmallows, giggling at the slightest flex as droplets soaked his fingers. He pulled the two mounds apart. Its surface was still damp, stirring the finger at his shriveled ring as he eased his shaft close.

A giggle escaped from Pumo, the tender folds nipping at the slit. "Just as sensitive as always" Quibble soothed, reaching for a bottle along the counter as he dozed his length in lube.

He eased his cock inside, feeling it sink past the two rings as it slid up the rest of the length. Pumo Moaned upon the intrusion, his hips swaying along the cock as it slowly began to pump into the rear.

Quibble batted an eye to his balls as his testicles as they slapped at the back of Pumo’s thigh. The skin stretched as an imprint bulges, deteriorating as the folds softened its features. That’s outline was more visible than the last one, Quibble thought, Sitti must be pissed off at him fucking Pumo. He bet he could hear every inch of his cock taking in his meat, knowing he was just inches from being known. He chuckled at the thought, leaning into Pumo's ear.

"Still think it's chunky?" He asked.

"No..far from it. It's..so filling"

"You think so huh? Well it's about to get even more filling." He rocked his hips, plunging his member deeper into the hole. As the motion's began, he looked down to his nuts, sneering at the struggling lump in his testicles before he tucked his head over the shoulder.

The night of their wedding was a trademark in Quibble's eyes. He fucked Pumo across the mattress as the two took turns spooning one another. He merely caved as his cock gyrated through his anal canal, making him leak more than he ever did before. But he stilled himself to blow his load, less he risked letting Sitti out of his cage. As much of a waste it was to hold in such great seed, he had to ensure that he was out of sight, and out of mind.

Weeks passed as the two continued their nightly fun. From the duration he insisted on getting used to Sitti’s squirming, conditioning his balls to respond to onlyhim. The little brat put up a fight for a few days, managing to wiggle to his prostate to escape. That was as far as he would allow, a flex sending him back to balls, just as Pumo walked from the shower. He still talked about Sitti, most of their fun focused on coping as he snuggled him to sleep.

By the end of the month, Pumo showed reluctance of thinking about Sitti, deciding to honor him by moving on. At least from what he told him, it was better that way than him reminiscing on end, Quibble thought. He seen a bit of progress himself when it came to it, eying his testicles as they quivered and squeezed. Sitti did not move, not even an inch as his faint imprints danced at his testicle. His body was now immune to his efforts, desensitized to keep the sniveling oaf in his place.

He smiled as he jostled his nutsack, a soft whimper escaping now and then before they hanged back between his legs. Finally he didn't have to hold back his juices, now that the pest was secured in his balls. He was free to squirm and yell all he wants to now, no one was going to hear him, or even know him from now on.

It was just him and Pumo Now. Together, forever.

#cock vore #Aware #unaware #shrink

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Request for Winnylose

It’s been almost a month since Myko discovered his spider powers. From the day he got back from his college field trip, the world he knew had turned upside down. To think helping the doctors with their project would result in him having power like these. It could have been anymore it could have been bestowed upon, it must be luck. Or a curse, the doctors required a tiny to fetch the samples, and he was unfortunately around to fit the bill.

Over the span of weeks, he honed his skills to tame the chaotic mess from unraveling, using a few soda cans in his rooms as target practice. The fluid began to manifest faster. Grow more thicker as his wrists swelled. It was only by accident that he discovered the fruits of his training, along with a bowling ball sized hole in the wall of his room.

He searched the web for other heroes just like him, and found a forum dedicated to potential heroes in the making. Sidekicks from around the city gather to share their talented gifts with well known heroes in their field. He searched through their posts and found they hosted mentor sessions to hone their skills, His mind frothing as he relished at what mentor he’d get. Train in the magic arts by Doctor Strange? Learn to harness his hearing by daredevil? His mind raced to the moon and back with possibilities of his adventures.

So he decided to have a crack at it, it couldn’t hurt after all. He sent in a few of his web ball shots, showing the magnitude he could at least disperse at the time. views slowly poured in during the first hour of posting, but it died down quicker than he could eat his bagel. All pointed toward a common theme, he was too small according to pros. Too much of a liability to have out in the field.

It nearly crushed him, looking at the feedback from the heroes. If they would let him have a chance, who else would? He dragged his mouse over the delete button of his profile, assessing it was the best course of action to relieve him of shame. but he paused when a soft chime rang from his computer. A notification shined over his logo like a beacon, sparking his dream once more. He clicked on his profile, and his eyes bulged.

“A mentor proposal from spiderman?!” He gasped.

His eyes glued to the letter attached in his DMs, scanning over his comments about his web videos. His heart fluttered, He liked them, he really liked them. He scanned the letter to the bottom of the page, and his heart skipped a beat. “He wants to test out my stuff in person? In Person?! Yes!!” he raised his wrist to the air, a webbed cannonball breaking from his palm and into the ceiling. “Oops..”

—--------------- The following day had begun as Myko raced from his apartment, taking to the streets of New york. Spiderman organized a meeting at a place called Feast. He heard of the place from one of his volunteering sessions from his class course, but he didn’t have the chance to visit there himself. What better opportunity than now he supposed.

Rigid along the side of an inbound bus, he hopped onto a trash bag along the sidewalk, looking to a structured building that filled a portion of the city street.

"This must be the place." Myko said, approach the steps as people traveled to and from the metal doors. His hands started to shake, his heart on the brink of jumping from his chest. “Alright Myko, you are about to meet the world’s famous webslinger. But!..but, no need to panic. Just keep it cool, you got this.”

He took a deep breath, approached the cemented stairs as it grinded at his torso like sandpaper. A bystander soon approached from his flank, tying their shoes at the staircase behind him. How convenient. He snuck to the side of the stairs, their hands fastening the laces of their sneakers as their feet began to move.

It loomed to the step above him, and he clinged to the flap of their jeans, his own feet leaving the ground as they advanced into the building. The leg jerked around, his lower half swaying to and from the leg as they traversed through the lobby. “And here I thought the bus was rough.” he muttered.

The motion continued as the bystander walked through the main hallway, cutting a corner as more people brushed into another pair of sliding doors. He found himself in the gym of the building, locals from the streets scattered to their own portions of the building as they traveled to and from corridors further ahead. Like a colony of worker ants, they huddled together as most bumped shoulders while others moved toward their beds.

“Man, this place sure has a lot of people.” Myko said, his phone chiming in his hand. “And this is where I get off.”

He scared the floor for a place to land, spotting an inflated mattress next to the bystander. He jumped from the bystander’s leg and onto the mattress. Its spongy surface cushioned his falls as he slid from its side, taking to the wooden floor as he scanned the herd of other new yorkers. He looked through his phone, following the spiderman icon plastered along his gps.

"Let’s see, if the gps is correct, the meetup should be right around..: He cast his phone to the air, watching the pointer of the gps turn as it followed the logo. The signal grew stronger as he turned to his left, a few tables standing in the distance. “There!”

He followed the path ahead, approaching a gap in the gym where other beds resided. Citizens from either side of the building moved in packs, blocking his path with a river of boots and sneakers as the tables rested beyond. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be easy, not in this time of day. but, despite the obstacle ahead of him, it revealed the opportunity to test his acrobatic skills. If spiderman was going to be his mentor, he might as well fit the role, he thought to himself.

He took a step back, grazing his heels into the side of the rubbery mattress. Eying the tables through the pillars of legs, he launched himself from the mattress like a track star, bolting toward the flowing traffic.

He looked to his left as boots flowed overhead, rolled under the other as he ran.. “Let’s see, from the videos I saw online Spiderman is quick to flip and spin. Okay..seems easy enough.." He muttered to himself, spiraling beneath another set of shoes. "Flip.. kick…, roll." He chanted to himself, maneuvering through the crowd like a monkey upon a series of trees.

One after the other, he hopped through the crowd as he flowed by, swinging upon the laces of a sneaker as he used its forced to gain ground. This was easier than he thought it would be, no wonder spiderman enjoyed it so much. But he doubted he’d be impressed with jump leaping around, he had to add a flare, something to really turn his head. His eyes laid upon another new yorker, top heavy compared to the others as their jeans sagged over the heels. There was just enough room to get a running start, he thought to himself. A spin move would be just the thing he might need.

He returned to the flow of passing people behind him, the wind rushing him as it were from a speeding train. Taking a deep breath, he was off.

He kicked from the grant in fierce stride, eying the burly new yorker as he waddled closer. “Just enough speed, now to get the legs moving and-”

A loud splashed came from the left of him, a foamed cupped tilting from a woman’s tray as a tide of soda raced his way. It cold fluid tackled his left side, sweeping him away i it’s fizz as it flowed to a mattress distant from him. The taste of pepsi seeped into his mouth, his lungs o fire as he got to his feet.

“Ah come on man, do you know how long this is going to take to..” A darker surface came from the left of him, a flatfoot in dress shoes stomping at the ground. Myko struggled beneath the banana peel, its silky surface slipping from his grasp. The person came closer, a gust carrying the dust particles away before they were sucked into the updraft of their steps. “Out?..”

Dandruff trickled at his nose, hurtling toward him like a speeding bullet.

He shields his eyes. "This is it! I'm getting pancaked!"

A wisping sound struck the air, a force pulling his back as the shoe stomped at the solid ground. dust prickled at his back, a sturdy substance pushing at his hair as he came to a slow stop. His arms trembled. His hands lifting from his eyes as the smooth sheet of tablecloth waved overhead like a tapestry.

He patted himself down, and a bubbly sensation overcame him. "Hehe, I'm alive. Oh I'm alive."

"That was a close one, thought I missed ya." A voice said from above. He jerked once more as he was dragged through the air, a pair of shoes resting below him as he lifted into the arms of a lea man.. "Name's Peter Parker."

"You did that? Oh thank.." He paused, looking toward the wirey cord coiling his legs. Its stuck to his clothes, almost as if they were..webs.. He followed the line of the string to Peter’s wrist, silky thread seething from his sleeve.. "Y..you're-!"

A finger placed along his lip, a palm raising to Peter's mouth. "Not here, secret identity."

He opened his shirt pocket, and deposited Myko inside. it snugged against him like a swift blanket, the chest beneath securing him as Peter turned into the corridors of Feast. The chattering crowd slowly dwindled as he turned into another hallway. Heading into a storage room as he closed the door.

He placed him along a box of magazines. "Sorry about the accommodations, Miles needed some help around the facility, and I can't exactly say no to his mom." he scratched his head. "so, you're the new rookie, right? name's Peter, but many call me pete."

"Myko." he replied, doing his best to hide his sense of glee. "I'm a webster just like you. Or well..hope to be like you."

"A webster, huh? well you certainly look the part. Though I’d say the jumping needs a bit of practice.”

His cheeks glew red. “Yeah..not much of a jumper. I saw you doing it in your videos, and thought I’d give it a try. It’s a lot harder than it looks.”

A finger brushed along his head, Peter’s soft smile lowering into view. “Hey, you at least tried, that’s what counts.”

Myko raised his head, sharing a smile in response. "Through my entire dream, I've always wanted to take part in heroing. Seeing footage of my peers saving the city, it lit a spark in me more than anything else in my life." Myko said, but sighed as he clinged to his arm.. "I just wish my size could make up for it."

"Ay, it's the heart that counts, remember that." Peter said, Myko’s smile returning. a buzz rang from his pocket, his hand digging through his pant’s pocket for his phone. "Ah great,"

"What?"

"Rhino's making a mess downtown again, the police are in pursuit near the dam." He readied his suit from beneath his clothes, read and blue leather shedding from his shirt as the black spider logo wrapped at his chest. "I’ll let miles know I'm stepping out. He'll fill you in on-"

"Wait!" Myko hopped aboard a box closer to Peter. "Let me help out."

"Sorry little buddy, but rhino isn't one to play nice. I can't risk you getting hurt."

"Please, this could be my shot to see what I can do. Or at least give me a true experience in the field." he said. "I'll stay out of sight, just..take me with you.”

Peter’s gaze furrowed, contemplating on the decision. He let out a heavy sigh, lowering a palm to the corner of the box Myko stood upon. "You know, you and miles may just get along,you remind me of his time when he was a rookie." he said. " Very well, you can come, but let me handle the fighting, understand?"

Myko let out a squee, hopping upon the palm as it lifted to Peter. "You got it! I swear to you, you won't regret."

"Where have I heard that before." Peter laughed. "Let's see since this thing doesn't exactly have pockets. Its only safe to go for the next best thing."

Traffic collected through city square, red and blue lights sparkled through the other cars as officers rushed to the crisis ahead. Overhead Spiderman would be following them, casting strings of web along the city buildings as he swung forward. Beneath his chin, a little lump bulged from the flap, Myko peeking out from the opening like a small kangaroo.

He tugged at the collar of his shirt as he fanned it out, warm heat rushing into his face."Do you think you could slow down a bit? my clothes are getting a little sweaty."

"You're sweaty? Try being in my shoes. This suit’s sweatin' like a wet wipe. Not a good feeling." Peter said. "We should be closing in on the site. Remember what we said back at Feast?"

"Keep out of sight and watch the pro handle it."

"Exactly. By the time we're done, you'll know what it truly means to be a webslinger."

A chopper flowed from a higher structured building, soaring further down the street as smoke rose into the air chopper. Louds zips filled the street as officers fired their weapons into the fiery chaos, a car parting its smoke like a curtain as it crashed into the police cars. A metal stubby foot crumbled the hood of a burning car as Rhino approached, his snarls overshadowing the officers’ ammunition as hulking mass charged into their cars.

"Looks like it's showtime. You got your seatbelt buckled buddy?"

Myko snugged against the bulging flesh of Spiderman’s neck , giving a soft thumbs up. His stomach turned as the webslinger flipped into action, swinging low to the ground towards the chaos. A car rose as it hurtled toward the officer, the hero’s palms extending as a net of webbing snagged at its tires like a fish net.

"Ay Aleskie, didn't anyone tell you this watering hole isn't for free. You gotta pay the toll like the rest of New York."

Rhino flicked his head a chunk of oiled metal from his horn, turning towards them. "Pauk, I was wondering when you arrived. Makes it easier to crush you."

“Crush, I’ve had a lot of crushes. Though If you’re asking Aleski, you’re going to have to get in line.”

“Pesky spider! You bore me with bantering!”

"You're right. But here’s an idea. How’s about we talk about it. Me, you, and a nice cell at Rikers."

Rhino smiled. "I got better Idea."

He marched over to a topoled truck, jamming his horn into its side as he threw it at Spiderman. The webslinger hopped away. Landing on a pole as sparks skidded from the truck as it crashed into a staircase..

"I don't think that worked." Myko peeked from the sleeve.

"Yeah it never does, but it's worth a shot."

Beastly snarls erupted from ahead, cars thrown to the side as Rhino bulldozed toward them. Spiderman Jumped as his horn skewered the passenger side of a car, watching rip from its hinges like tin foil as he jumped upon his bouldered shoulder. He bombarded the metal husk surrounding his head, hoping to dish enough blows to subdue him.

“Get off, Pauk!” he snarled, thrashed to shake the webslinger as webs latched upon his shoulder.

"Woah there! This horse gots a kick" Spiderman said.

"Annoying spider, relieve yourself from me!"

"And let you try and kebab me, I'll pass."

He shot a web into his face, jumping as an armed palm grasped the empty air he once stood. Rhino scowled in rage, pawing at the sticky substance as Spiderman from a cement block. Curious of the commotion, Myko eased the flap of the suit and peeked from beneath the hero’s adam’s apple, he and spiderman sharing glances.

"So, Whatcha you think so far bud? You got the best seat in the house."

"It’s amazing sir, I never thought flipping around like that would be so fun! to think I'd be this close to the action." Myko said, eying the scowling villain. "But is it a good idea to make him enraged?."

"What Rhino? If there’s one thing Aleskie’s known for is his temper. But no worries, your profound mentor spiderman will-"

"Truck."

"What?"

"Truck!"

sirens screamed as a firetruck wisped through the air, spiderman flipping as he and Myko saw their reflection across the dark glass window. It crashed into another building, a titanic foot plowing at the webslinger’s back as the pavement cracked beneath him.

"Got you now, Pauk!" Rhino soothed through his grunts, four toed foot grinding at his lower back.

Spiderman groaned as weight applied at his body, rubble uprooting from the cracked street as it seeped into the gap of his collar. Myko was in no better shape than webslinger, compressing both of their weight as grovel tenderized his body. It was like being steam pressed by a giant ship, its weight see-sawing as his bones popped from discomfort.. "Pet-..Spiderman, it’s getting too tight in here!"

"Not to worry.. I'll have us-"

The foot pressed deeper. Cracks in the pavement carved through the street. “Who are you talking to, Pauk? I see no one but your weak flesh.” Rhino said, amusement stringing through his voice as spiderman wheezed underfoot.

Myko tried to speak, clambering his lips to muster words. But it was to no avail. The bulging neck squeezed overhead, squeezing his body beneath its weight. The collar loosened as he was lodged deeper into the suit, warm plump muscle cushioning him like a sponge. He crawled in efforts to reach the surface, pawing at the bottom as it sealed the way out.

“Come on, I gotta get through.” he muttered, digging at the skin. But it refused to budge.

The area grew smaller. The tender walls looming closer. With little choice he decided to venture deeper into the suit, hoping to at least fined the sleeves of the leathery ware. It wasn’t his ideal choice, that much he was certain, but what other choice did he have? Gritting his teeth, he pushed over the hill of the flattened pectorals, his body skidding against spiderman’s as his heart drummed deeper within. He poked his head from the bottom of them, the leathery suit funneling to the webslinger’s arms.

“There’s the sleeve. Now just to get there and-”

"What's wrong Pauk? Your body feels flat like dry cleaning. but don't worry, I’ll flatten the wrinkle."

The pressure beneath Myko loosened as the world hurled backwards, spiderman and Rhino’s grunts lingering beyond the suit. Gravity pulling Myko from the pecs, bulldozing across the tender abs as the navel acted as a speed bump. He slid deeper, and Wired thin rose over the horizon, buncheched together by round muscle as a smaller hill pulsed.

“Oh no. No no-”

Ripe sweat overlapped the air, hairs entangling his limbs as he collided against the small lump. Its surface was as hard as a mattress, warm flesh skiiding across his cheek. It glided against him at a snail’s pace, sweat soon secreting his clothes as he rose to the bell of the webslinger's shaft.

It swatted against his face, radiating its body heat with his. "ah come man, why here?"

He winced as the fabric at his head caved closer, arching his face into the puffed corner as he loomed across the tip. Its soggy lips smacked as his nostrils overtook its pungent odor. It was as if it were bathed in smelling salt, his nose scooped a portion of its fluid as a souvenir.

"Enjoy your flight, spider!" Rhino roared, gravity yanking Myko past the head as he plunged into the round spheres between spiderman’s legs. He battered against the baggy skin, fighting its sags as the flailing legs kneaded him over the taint.

A crashed boomed from outside, a loud squelch signifying its landing as a car alarm screamed through the air. "Okay, definitely gonna put a word to your supervisor." Spdierman groaned. He looked into his sleeve, but found no sign of Myko. "Myko, buddy? where'd you go?"

"Down here." his distorted voice came from below, spiderma puzzled as he leaned over the dented car. A swift motion struck the depeths of his glutes, poking into their bubbled surface like tweezers..

"What in the world are you doing down there?!"

"I went the wrong direction." he wiggled harder as the soft flesh rebounded, a flex subduing him. "Give me a second, I'll try to climb out."

"what? no, that's not..mm..necessary. I'll get you out as soon as I can. but first I-" He paused as his body jolted, the hard surface decompressing as the sound of screeching metal boomed through the air.. "Another truck, Aleskei? Seriously!”

Rhino's laughter carried in the wind, destruction ensuing as webs cast through the air.

The suit compressed and squeezed. jumbling Myko around the steamy orbs as their skin wrapped around him like a blanket. A shower of sweat oozed from the depths of the skin, lubricating the slippery walls as he was dislodged from his stationary position. He moved between the mounds like a windshield wiper, pawing weakening as his mouth was splashed by its salty substance.

"Gah, it's so sweaty in here!"

"Told you!" Spiderman said, webs spinning from the outside.

The sound of destruction muffled outside, the cheeks gyrating over the other in efforts to smother Myko in between. Their soft surface hardened as they dragged him to the musty hole in the funnel of the meat pocket, Its heat rivaling a sauna, as his feet were suckled by its folds.

He jerked his feet from his hold. "N..nope, I'd rather not see the rest of the space."

He looked up and toward the seam of the crack, the lining of muscle rubbing in efforts to overwhelm the other. He managed to reach an arm from his side, pawing at the tender surface as they flowed back into place. He corkscrewed his body, and muscle swirled around his waist. He squirmed to undie its rubbery hold, his legs battering against the hole below to dislodge them, but to no avail.

“Come you lousy legs, you have to pull your weight if we’re gonna a-”

A tear roared from the fabric, A gray pillar cutting through the clothing like a knife as it tore a hole to the outside world. Sunlight shined as the mounds separated, but quickly darkened as Rhino’s ugly mug peered into the space, His gaze laying eyes on Myko. He froze at the sight of the villain’s eyes, waving sheepishly in response.

"What's this? A spider baby?" Rhino bursted into laughter. "Has spider become too chicken he lays offspring?"

"Low blow rhino, low bro." Spiderman muttered in shame.

Myko stammered to get free from his muscled restraints, just as armored fingers pinched him between its digits. The weight of a titanic ship squished at his arms and legs, slowly beginning to quake as he was forced into a crouching stance. Myko strained to keep them apart, his back burning to relieve himself of the mountainous appendage.

He saw the struggling foot of webslinger shifting in Rhino’s other had, jerking in efforts to free himself. But its struggling was seized by a clench, rhino beaming face filling the space as the fingers squeezing harder. "Little spider like eggs, yes? Then allow Rhino to scramble your puny body."

The titanic finger magnetic closer to one another, his fingers slipping as the weight from the digit planted his back. "Not exactly..appetizing.."

Rhino released a soft glee within his laughter, holding Myko higher as if to show those around the terrible predicament. Spiderman was among the few to take notice, kicking at the fist locking his arms. But the attempt barely rippled the hide of the palm, a soft chuckle escaping from the villain.

The palm squeezed harder, and Spiderman strained." Myko.. I think.. now may be a good time to show him your cannon balls.”

“Cannon balls?” he muttered, his knees caving into his chest.

“Hah! Cannonballs? Your putrid jokes makes me soar, Pauk.” Rhino bellowed, his gaze turning toward Myko. he loomed his face closer, his nostrils flaring as droplets sputtered into his hair. “But now has me curious. Go on puny one, show us these ‘cannon balls’ he speaks of.”

Myko strained as he tilted his head, looking to the webslinger, who gave a slight nod. He held his hands forward, his wrist concaving as they aimed at Rhino. The brute laughed as they pointed weakly toward him, the fingers squeezing closer as his aim lowered. “Alright..you.. asked for it!”

He placed the remainder of his strength into his legs, flicking his wrists as fluid rushed toward his palms. Webs strings in the gap between his arms, swelling in size before it erupted from his wrist, and spiraled toward Rhino’s face.

The villain scowled in pain, their headplate smothered with webbed goo as he and spiderman were dropped from his grasp. Myko stammered to his feet, dodging the stomping from Rhino before a web yanked him toward the feet of the webslinger.

"Good work on the Cannon balls" he said. "Thing really packs a punch."

"Told ya. But I don't think we're out of the woods yet." Myko looked ahead, Rhino prying his webs to reveal his fiery gaze. "We still got a villain to take care of."

The two of the readied their stance, facing Rhino head on. In a stare down with the massive villain, his gaze looked up to a crane resting on the side of the dam, a magnet attached to the end of it. “Think we can use that crane over there?”

spiderman followed his gaze. “Yeah?.”

“Let’s try and get him into its path.”

“I can do that. But you suppose we get him to take the bait now. But can’t do that and leave you exposed..”

Myko puzzled to himself, caressing his chin before looking at the incisor between spiderman's legs. With a heavy sigh, he hopped upon the hero's legs, burrowing himself back between the mounds.

The glutes squeezed together, sandwiching his body. "H..hey!" Spiderman looked behind him. "That's a sensitive spot you just hopped in."

"Sorry, it's the best I can think of. And I don't exactly have mobility like you do. Keep him busy at the front, and I'll wail him down with some web bombs."

"That's not how..you know what, that actually might work." Spiderman said, lowering to the ground. "Alright, we'll follow your plan Myko."

Rhino roared from the front the end of the street, charging as his mass toppled cars to the side. He rammed his horn forward, Spiderman jumping as its spiky end pierced the rear of a car behind.

"Olay! You can do better than that Aleskei!"

"Save your tongue, spider!" He retorted, yanking the trunk from its hinges thrusted it toward him.

Spiderman jumped again as it stuck to the cemented wall of a building, hopping to another vehicle. "Oo so close. I know rhinos have poor vision, but I didn’t think they were that bad."

""You dare mock me!" He charged forward, throwing a fist rising its crashed as it caved the wall.

Spiderman played keep with Rhino as he flipped from car to building, keep ahead of the destruction that followed as boulders from crumbled buildings were flung in his direction. He continued his bantering, loud grunts from the villain responding as he charged mindless after him. The plan was working just as planned. Now that he had his undivided attention, it was time to put the next step to action.

“Will.you.stand.still?!”

He hopped onto a pipeline, extending his arms to his side. “What’s wrong Aleskei? Tired of chasing a moving target. You must really be getting out of shape.”

“I’ll end you!”

He dragged his foot upon the ground, side arming a boulder as he rushed forward. His grunts became monstrous as he charged forward, his fiery gaze not leaving spiderman as he raised his fist to the air.

Spiderman looked to the giant magnet dangling from the crane overhead, jumping just as gorilla-like forearms slammed into the pipeline. “Hopa!” he flipped through the air. “He's all yours Myko."

Spider pulled cheeks apart, Myko’s damped arms pointing at Rhino. His wrists swelled as pressure rocketed from his sleeves, spindling into a wad of web as it tackled onto his clasped fist.. More wads erupted from his wrists, sending a barrage of large balls as they decorated Rhino like a painted canvas.

His arms stuck to the pipeline, and his legs now stuck to the grovel. "Why you-"

Myko shot a web at his face, smothering his enraged scowls. "That should hold him, you’re up Spiderman!"

He shot a web upon the magnet, yanking it from its restraint as chains ripped from their stems. He thrusted it forward, and watched as it plummet toward Rhino. It crashed into his back, his body caving into the side of a metal pipe as he was locked beneath its weight.

Spiderman hopped from the crane, plucking Myko from his rear. "Tsk, really should watch where you’re going Aleskei."

“I don’t know, always wondered what a pancaked rhino would look like.” Myko chimed.

"You think this over! I am merely subdued for now. Just you..wait!"

The bulk of his shoulder grinded against the magnet like gears, the soft sound of webs tearing as the deteriorated.

Webs shot from Spiderman’s wrists, patching the torn gaps. "Sorry, Rhiny. But I don't think new york can handle another one of your temper tantrums."

Sparkling lights shined within the distance, a crowd of people gathering like a herd of sheep as cameras flashed. Spiderman turned to greet them, but froze as he looked at his weakened suit, its snared flap flying through the warm air like white flag.

"We'll let the officers handle the clean up, I gotta get a wardrobe change stat" He pointed his shooters to his flank, spraying the top of the tear with a sheet of webbing, before swinging off to the rooftops.

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The ride back to Feast was like a slow ride in a taxi, Spiderman’s weight tossed around as he swung through the streets of new york. The motion of Spiderman’s swings were a different kind of sensation than the first time he swung. The soft flow of the wind flowing into his body, almost comparable to a breeze than the gust that whipped his face. It almost put him to his, but solid ground planted beneath them, shaking him from his dazed state as Spiderman entered the stair exit of the building.

He peeked at the live stream of the scene on his phone, the heavy lifter from Riker’s personnel hauling the rhinoceros villain in a giant cubicle. Watching the cage shake as he entered, his spine screamed in the reminiscents of being held by him. How spiderman was able to handle that countless times was beyond him..

Firm thumps shook the collar, the slender flap inhaling as fingers scooped him from inside.

"I really gotta work on getting these things enforced. That's the fifth suit in a row that has been scarred." Spiderman said. "How are you holding up bud?"

"Aside from an aching back, I'd say I'm good."

"Good. You know, you really surprised me out there. Not many are able to keep up in the battle. Guess you really are like miles."

"Yeah well, I couldn't have done that without your help out there, I'd be pancaked by now."

"Ay, least you're in one piece." A finger brushed at his head, the scenery shifting toward a bench as a mirror stared at him. "I'd say you'd passed the test of being an honorary web slinger, could learn a thing or two from ya that's for sure."

"You mean it?"

"Sure I mean, you earned it little buddy." He lowered a fist behind him, arching toward Myko.

A symbol of honor rose before him, the fist of his mentor raising before him. A smile crept upon his face, pounding his own fist against the middle knuckle. An honorary webslinger,Heh, guess fighting a villain and wrestling with a butt managed to pay off.

“Speaking of earn, I think your rear could use a bit of stitching.” Myko point out, watching the slim webbing deteriorate to the ground.

Spiderman aimed his wrist toward the flap, sputters the only thing coming out as it simmered like a dried spray bottle. “Ah, out of webs. Think you can uh..give me a hand?”

“Sure.” Myko said, hopping onto Spiderman’s hand. It lowered toward his rear, the smooth mouth breath peeking from the side of the withered webbing.

The sound of the door chimed as a figure entered the frame, Miles stepping inside as he mumbles lyrics from his headphones. He turned his gaze to face the room, and froze as he saw the two upon the bench. Myko sticking out from his backside. "Am I..interrupting something?"

Myko and Spiderman looked at each other, the webslinger clearing his throat. "I can explain?"

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