The New Recruit
By: Pi-Zero
Co-Conceived in RP By: Wolfe

You’re the newest recruit to the force, just moved from Podunk nowhere. You, Grant Thatcher, prodigy of your backwater berg. You’re more than a little nervous, heading for the Captain’s office to meet your first partner. Cap grins as you open the door timidly and waves you in, "Kurt, this is Grant, your new partner"

You look over to see me slumped in a chair. It's clear, even slumped, that I'm huge, in every way. Tall, built, large bulge, tousled dirty blond hair, and piercing blue-green eyes. I do NOT look happy to see you, "Cap, WHY do you keep saddling me with these guys? You know they just end up food for the back alleys, I've got the back road beat, remember?" I growl.

You stand timidly by the door, looking uneasy enough even before this Kurt guy started talking you down, "Look, I got a lot of experience doin' the streets a'ight? You don't need to worrt 'bout me slowin' ya down..." You know you’ve spoken out of turn, and probably interrupted whatever the Captain was about to say.

I look you over appraisingly, you certainly appear to be a ballsy man. Surprisingly, perhaps, only five-foot-six, muscular but certainly not anything to impress me. Your face is youthful, your chin and cheeks dirty with black stubble. Your dark green eyes try to remain focused, but shook more and more as this nightmarish situation drew on. I watch you as you run your hands over your shaven head, a small trickle of sweat running down your forehead, caught by one of your bushy, black eyebrows.

"Calm down, Kid. Kurt doesn't bite." The captain laughs. I smile broadly, showing quite a set of glimmering white teeth, almost as if to prove him wrong, "Of course not, I'll just show him the way things work. I'm sure we'll make a great team, working together like one well oiled machine, eh Grant?"

You looked at me, your new giant of a partner, imagining me to be quite a tough guy if it ever got messy on the beat, “Yes'sir…” You, nod obidiently. What else could you do? You’ve already tried your luck today and didn't want to be out of the job before it began. “I wont let you's down!”

"You'd better not. The last four guys I've sent out with Kurt haven't been able to hack it. It's a dangerous beat, Grant, don't fuck up or it'll fuck you"

You nod to the Captain with a determined look across your bushy brow, “I'm a good officier sir, I wont fail ya..." Again your gaze falls to me... something strange about me, although you can’t quite picture what it is.

I stand up, grunting, "Well we should get moving, crime doesn't wait little man." I brush past you as if you weren't there, bumping you hard as I head out the door. It's like being hit by a brick wall.

My broad shoulder almost dents your arm. You stumble to the side, shocked at how solid my muscle felt. You compose yourself, rubbing your arm before glancing to the Captain. He has his nose in some paper work... You turn and follow, like a lost puppy, “...So... Kurt, how comes ya partners all wind up missin in action?” You’re not good with subtle humour... not very good at all::

I grunt, "Because they can't take the heat."

You jerk your head back, a confused look springing across your face, “What the fuck does that mean? The Cap'n said they vanished... how'd you know they couldn't take the heat???” You pace a little behind me, both thumbs behind your belt buckles.

"Well you think they went on fucking VACATION? You dumb in there?" I flick your head "If they could have, they would BE here now WOULDN'T they GENIUS?" I roll my eyes at your stupidity and wheel on my heel to head for the locker rooms.

You clench your eyes, a tiny speckle welling up at the hard flick and mocking, “...yeah ok, nuff said...” You follow me to the locker rooms, hissing under your breath as I pass through the door, “No wonder he keeps loosing partners... what a prick...”

If I hear you, I ignore you, not that that's surprising. I head over to my locker and pull out my uniform, dragging it on quickly. If you're looking you might notice that I'm appraising your body as you change

You start pulling off your casual's, trying to keep pace with me... your wandering eyes catching sight of my almost godly physique. You turn your head sharply back to your locker, cursing under your breath. It wasn't uncommon for two guys to compare their shoe sizes... but there was a real hint of anger as you realize I am your superior... save, perhaps for one thing? “Someone as angry as Kurt has to have a dick the size of a peanut,” you think to yourself, finally getting the opportunity as I pull up my uniform bottoms. Your jaw drops... I am monumentally hung. You quickly turn back, trying even harder to swap trousers without me catching a glimpse at your meager package. Soon enough you’re uniformed up and ready to go.

"You ready?" I grunt, looking you over again, as if sizing you up. For the street? Something else? Without waiting for your reply I head out the back door towards our cruisers. I don't hold the door for you and you'll have to be careful not to get it in the face, it appears I'm parked at the far far end of the lot.

Your swift hand smacks the door just in time... you thrust your arms out, causing the door to smash against the wall outside, the hinges creaking in metallic pain. You watch me walking to the car... scowling. You spit to your side before jogging to the car, “Who does this guy think he is... mister fuckin' big shot...”

I head out to the car and get in, waiting for you. By the time you arrive (I’ve got long legs) I'm tapping my fingers on the wheel, "You coming, small fry?"

You jog to the passenger side, gripping the door handle... already severly pissed. As you pull up it catches... locked, “Ok wise guy enough of the pranks a'ight!? Open the fuckin' door...” If I’m trying to wind you up I’m succeeding quite well. You thump the window, shouting again for me to open the door, “We got a Job to do!!!”

I unlock the door, "Forgot to get the keys from the Cap, didn't you? Rule one, be prepared, you don't want to be locked out of your car when some gang with mk47's is coming after you. Buckle up, it's time to roll"

You bite your lip... was you just angry because I was top dog and you are just a runt? You had forgotten the keys... Maybe you were too slow? You didn't know but you felt a complete ass for losing it, “Look Kurt ... I'm sorry k? Didn' mean to go off on one like I did... just a lil' stressed, being the first day n'all...” You buckle up, taking a deep breath.

"I grunt, Lighten up kid or you'll explode before dinner. I strap in and start the car "Looks like we're working on South St. Today. You ever fired that gun kid? Killed anyone?" I pull out of the parkin lot into traffic

You look down at the gun strapped snuggly in your holster. Slowly you look back up, “I fired a gun b'fore... Never killed nobody though...” You wonder, maybe you would end up like the rest of my partners after all... because right now you weren’t sure if you could hack it at all, “Don't worry... I won't freeze up or nothin'...”

"How about without that gun? You ever had to handle yourself with just... yourself? 'Cause you could lose it, drop it, it could jam, get stolen, run out of ammo, or you could just want to not kill a man... well? Martial arts kid?" I don't look over, watching the road but I don't appear to be angry or anything… yet.

You blink at what I’m saying, which is all fair enough and true, “Yeah, I do boxin'... professional like.. I can handle myself in a fist fight… and I got prepped on all the body locks, and how to incapacitate your opponent.. I can handle myself chief, don't worry bout' me.” You grin, rather smugly.

"Boxing?" I raise my eyebrow "So if someone kicked you in the hamstring... what would you do?" I turn down a street, then another, "Here's South... looks pretty empty this morning." I slow the car down and turn to look at you, my eyes piercing, and appraising again.

You begin to stutter, trying to find an answer that won't make me think less of you... unfortunately you can’t find one, “I...dunno...” You look away scowling, “I know you don't want me slowin ya down... and you wan't me to back you up... and I will, I wont let ya down!” You look out of the windows as the car slows::

"Kid, the answer is you don't get hit or you block. If you don't, then you'd better have one hell of a muscle or you're going down. Don't worry, the street seems quiet this morning" You look out, there's almost no one on the street right now. "So kid, tell me about yourself?"

You lean back, sighing a little, “Well I moved to the city to become a cop... I was gonna do the whole boxin' thing full time but... well my dad always wanted me to be in the force... I worked my small town for a stretch and got shipped out here... what about you?” You turn to face me.

“I grew up in the city. It's my home, my mother of sorts. I learned to fend for myself as a kid and became a cop to clean up the mess and get rid of the people who didn't deserve to be here, sounds like you had an easy life.”

Was that an insult? What did *I* know about your life? “It wasn' that easy... but we got by ok...” You look ahead, staring at the seemingly empty streets. “It is always this quiet? This shift must do your head in...”

"This is the quiet shift. It gets crazy in the afternoon. By the end, we'll be fucking hungry. We'll likely end up chasing some asshole idiot through the streets or somethign for breaking and entering" I grin at you, "It's kinda fun"

You smile, just for seeing a smile on my face... not one that is linked to trying to wind you up in any way, “Well roll on afternoon then, I can't stand sittin’ on my ass for too long... I gotta be out there, doin' it... Know what I mean?”

"Oh yeah, a fan of 'doin it' myself!" I smile strangely. "And it feels so good to take those fuckers down, give 'em what they deserve, and then, a well earned dinner!"

You look a little strangely at me, smiling nervously and rubbing your hand over your shaven head, “Yeah... you… urr... give those bastards a bit of a beatin' then?” You ask cautiously, not wanting to get an angered reaction from me.

"Yes. And then we take them in. Fuckers mess with my town, they don't get away with it. I grew up here, and any kid after me better have a safer place to do it. You with me kid?"

If you can't beat them... “You bet chief... all the fuckin' way!” You nod your head, smiling as convincingly as you can pull off. Admittedly you’re a little shocked at my answer, “We're gonna make a good team Kurt, I can feel it.”

"One well oiled machine" I smile then turn back to the street, turning down another road.

You suddenly imagine me, well oiled... and blink it out of your head. “What was I thinking???” You question yourself. You bite your lip, turning away again. I have a strange effect on me. You aren’t sure if it’s envy or fear... something about me wasn't the ticket. You take a deep breath.

The rest of the morning goes without a hitch. Very, very boring. One domestic disturbance that's just an argument between a wife and husband, nothing serious. We deal with the day as it comes, as slow as it does and finally reach the latter part of our shift. “YAAWWNN, Aww man... I’m about ready to kick my feet up” you mumble.

"No kid, now the crazies come out." Sure enough not five minutes more go by and you see a guy sprinting off down the block with a purse clutched in his hand, an old woman running after him as best she can, "See?" I grin

I know my stuff alright. “Whoa!!!” You gasp. You watch the man race past, the old biddy in tow, “Shit man, lets get it on!!!” You throw open your car door, kicking it shut and sprinting after the thief, “Hey buddy Freeze!!!”

I shake my head and pull the car into a faster gear, racing up and pulling a 90 degree turn in front of the guy. He runs into the door just as you come sprinting up, "Now get out of the car and book him, kid"

You nearly tumble to the ground as the car wizzes past, gasping as I skid to make a blockade. You dive onto the punk, thumping him across the face and rolling him onto his belly, sitting firmly on his back as you roughly apply the cuffs, “You have the right to remain silent...” You get him up, slamming him against the car. You look to me, “Whew... some fancy drivin’...”

"Every day for this shift, save your strength kid, you'll need it" Again that strange look, "Drop him in back and we'll take him back to the precinct quick, you can write the report on the way. And give the lady back her purse."

You spin around to the old lady, waiting patiently. “Yeah... right sorry ma'am.” You bundle the guy into the back, getting into the front again, panting a little bit. “Right...” You mumble, grabbing a pad and pen, scribbling the details, “You sure know the beat don't ya... like clockwork.”

"Yep, you'd be amazed how stupid these guys are." We drive quickly back to the station and drop the guy off, heading back out. There's another disturbance, this one violent. Then another purse grab. A kid breaking into a TV store (or trying, the windows are barred behind the glass)

Your head spins as the radio buzzes in, time after time, “Whoa, Kurt hard to keep up with it! You were right about all the weirdo's comin’ out now.” The day wears you thin, it's long and it's arduous and you seem to do a BUTTLOAD of running

By the end, you're fucking toasted. I grunt, "Ready to call it a day, kid?"

You sign the last report form, stuffing the clipboard on the dashboard, “Oh man am I ready... I thought this was gonna be a breeze... fuck me was this a tough afternoon... I guess big city, lotta crimes…” You lean back in my seat, giving your crotch a scratch before yawning loudly.

"Ready for some dinner, little guy?" I lean back as well, and belch loudly, then I scratch my crotch, in all it's largeness.

“Dinner??? What... us?” You suddenly feel very stupid. Surely I just mean dinner... not the two of us, “Ooohh... whoa sorry, a bit of a no brainer moment there... Yeah I’m starved!” You pat your firm stomach, making it growl loudly. You turn to me, laughing.

"Let’s head to a place nearby. It's got a fond place in my heart. It's the place I first knew I was going to be a cop. Up for it?" My stomach growls in response to yours, even that sound larger and more imposing.

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea.” You pat me belly firmly, “Fill this noisy guy up, right?” Grinning You finally feel like I have accepted you as my partner.

I smile broadly, "Exactly." I head through a ridiculously complicated maze of streets.

You have no idea where you are besides that it's not in the greatest part of town, though there's no one who looks shady right now. You stick to my side as we seem to walk forever trying to find this special place of mine, “Hey.. I thought you said it was nearby…” You unconsciously began to whine again, and quickly shut up.

"Near in this city is far. Relax kid we're almost there" I lead you down three more turns and then to a painted green metal door.

“Near is far? So is Far Near!?” You grumble under your breath, your legs beginning to ache a little. Finally we reach a curious green door, “This is… it?” You tap the door… the loud clank of metal sounding off and resounding down the alley.

"Yep" I lead the way in, then close the door behind us. It shuts with a soft click. It appears to be a completely abandoned building. There's a black concrete floor and green painted metal supports.

You step slowly into the bleak looking building, spinning around to question me, “Um... look Kurt I don't think this place is servin' food no more... why are we here?”

"Because this is where I knew I'd be a cop. This is where we'll find out for sure if you can hack it in this city... There is more in heaven and earth Horatio than are dreamt of in your philosophy"”

You stare at me, puzzled... perplexed, “W… what the fuck? I don't understand... what happened here that made you... know you'd be a cop?... Why did you bring me here... what were you planning? Some kind of one on one? Man to man???”

"There's one door here, Grant. And it's locked. I have the only key. You have to get the key from me, that's it. If you can do that, you can cut it here on the street and I take you out to eat at a nice place, if not... I have dinner alone. Frankly I give you a few seconds at best."

“You have dinner ... Alone? So fuckin' what!? You go have dinner on ya own! just when you were turnin' out to be a decent guy you go pull this shit on me????” You clench your teeth, punching the air in frustration. Slowly you turn back to face me. “Fine... I'll play your games...”

"It's not a game, runt. It's serious. If you can't cut it here, you can't cut it out there, and you'll be more than baggage, you'll get me killed. So come on and show me you aren't a burden. It's right here" I pat a pocket of my shirt (buttoned) and then shift into a balanced aikido stance.

You can't believe what’s happening here, but you can see I’m serious and raise up your fists defensively, “Ok Kurt... you play a dirty game mate...” You slide your feet towards me slowly, making sure to keep your eye on me always. You suddenly thrust a straight punch for my face, lunging forward, “Hyaaa!!”

I rock easily back, not bothering to block, "You're going to have to do better than yelling like a girl, runt"

Growling like a dog, you clumsily attempt a right hook, bending your body around to try and get an advantageous angle. I shake my head and grab your arm, twisting my whole body, sliding my foot and causing you to go into a stumbling run or fall on your face. "Strike two. Come now, you have to have better than THIS, Grant. Come on, float like a butterfly! Flit flit!"

You manage a few steps and then fall face first, flat on the hard floor, grazing yourself badly. You get up, spitting some dirt and God knows what else to one side and stomp towards me... like a bull to a red sheet... unfocused, clumsy and full of rage. You leap forward, trying to get my head in a lock under your armpit, a poor choice given our size differential.

I shift my weight back and bring my knee up *hard* into your stomach and chest as I pull my torso back from your reach, "Oddly better, but you've obviously failed, runt."

You gasp... but are harshly winded. You drop to your knee's, eyes watering, clutching your stomach, “E… E-Enough... already... you... win ok?... fuck me...” You gasp and wheeze, hoping your words will stop this insanity.

"You wanted to know what happened here? Well... a scene something like this. Except I was a kid who had just robbed a car. Broke the window like an idiot. There was a cop, like you, who cornered me. I put up a fight and we were better matched than you and I."

I move over to you and pull out your gun, "I was winning, but just barely, and I got scared, really scared. And then... well this ring I'm wearing? You probably thought it was a class ring... It’s not. My mother gave it to me, said it would protect me. It did protect me then, it glowed... a light in the darkness if you will..."

"And that's when I knew I was going to be a cop. This guy hadn't been enough to stop me, one punk kid. But I had more. I had the ring, and the fight, and the spunk. So that was when I had my first meal here. That day, the day I went straight and started training for the force. If you can't match me when I was that age, you're not needed here."

You pant like an old dog, spitting wads of saliva to the cold hard floor. You listen to me speak, watching through squinted eyes. My words are like a nightmare, making no sense, just filling a space in your head. “W… what do you mean!? I’m a good cop... I work hard!!! I get the fuckin' job done… you're bigger than me... of course you could whoop my ass... that don't mean I can't cut it on the streets... look.. jus... jus lemme go home alright? I had enough of ya for one day... just lemme go now and the cap'n don't need to hear about this... ok?” You look hopefully at me, wondering what the deal was with that ring... also feeling a strange kind of nakedness now my gun had been taken.

"The captain won't hear about this. Grant, you're a small town cop at best, you work hard, yes, but you suck. You waste energy, in everything from paperwork to this fight. You CAN'T cut it on the streets. I didn't beat you because I'm bigger, I beat you because you’re SHIT. The first kid you met who wasn't busy running would off you." You feel a tingling along your spine.

You slowly get to your feet, clutching your belly still, “Wh… who are you?? What are… you saying?? What are you gonna do with me???” Your panic struck eyes dart to your gun, “No! You wouldn't... its just... It’s not RIGHT!!! Please, just think about this... you're gonna kill me for not bein’ up to the job??? Think mate Please!! You'll loose ya badge... they'll lock you up!!!”

"I'm not gonna shoot you, dumbshit. You didn't catch the Shakespeare reference, did you? Yeah, the big rough guy knows fucking Shakespeare. There is more in heaven and earth, Horatio than are dreamt of in your philosophy." I raise my hand and you can see a pinprick of green light from my ring "You're going to vanish, Grant, we're going to be one, well oiled machine... working together, just like the rest of my would be 'partners.'"

The tingling grows, covering your back and creeping up your neck. You are almost crying, whimpering, “I... didn't do Shakespeare… Maybe you... could teach me bud? Partner???” Desperate, I try to step back, suddenly freezing at the sight of the ring and the tiny speck of light, “You killed them... all you're partners... and now me!!??” Your legs tremble. You want to run, but the key is with me... there is no escape... Your heart thunders in my chest, sweat pouring down my face, “I.. beg you.. please!”

“I shake my head:: "Fucking pathetic. And you wonder why I don't want you for a partner." I step closer to you, standing tall, "Can you feel it, you pathetic shit? Can you?"

The tingling is spreading around your chest and down your legs now. “What are you doing to me!!!?” You scream, falling back on your ass, “Get away from me!!!” It truly is pathetic, you cover your eyes, feeling the spreading sensation taking hold of your body.

"I am making you a part of the solution instead of the problem, you little shit."

The tingle covers your whole body. Your clothes feel loose and your whole body feels like it's burning up. You grip your clothes, the heat making them sticky and irritable. You try to unbutton your police shirt, fumbling the buttons... but find that it appears to be slacking on your shoulders... stretching... Growing!!! The same with my pants and shoes you rub your brow, soaked with sweat, “Ughhh!!! whats.. Whats goin on!!! I... so fuckin' hot... burnin’...up!!!”

"You're shrinking, stupid.” I grab your pants leg as your shoes fall off and pull sharply, dragging you along the floor and simultaneously pulling your pants off your ass. "You really are dense, aren't you?" As I pull you your head and arms slide through the ever growing holes of your clothing, and after I pull off your pants you’re left butt naked.

Your clothes and equipment lay scattered on the dirty floor... just relics of who you were… THIS was what you were to become. You lie on the ground, squirming… on fire! Shrinking. The roof above you swirls and I loom like a sky scraper, my voice like a hammer to the side of your head, “This... can’t be happening!!” You yell out, but of course, it is!

"Why does EVERYONE always say that?!" I watch you shrink, rapidly growing rock hard at the sight of your beautiful diminishing body, knowing you're mine to do with as I please. "It's happening, runt, and I'm going to enjoy it. We're just getting started" My words echo like a great rumbling thunder from above.

After much torment the burning seems to slowly die. You rub your naked, sweat soaked body.. groaning in discomfort. You try to lean up, but you’re too weak. You roll onto your side, panting... seeing me… *up* there. You gasp and scream, curling into a ball. Your now 15 inch tall form quivers in the filth of the floor.

I stand over you, straddling your pathetic little body. I poke you with my huge boot, "Get up." When you don't respond I roll you a few feet by pushing you hard, "I said GET UP. You're fucking pathetic, little man, ridiculous. You're not even close to worthy of being a beggar here, much less a cop!"

My shiny, ebony boot cracks against your chest and stomach, sending you tumbling across the cold concrete, “Yaaahhkk... Ahhh, ohhh... stop... pl..please…” You struggle to sit, let alone stand, seeing my towering form before you. You see those boots... now more menacing than you could ever have imagined boots to be. You stagger to your feet, slumped slightly, shimmering from sweat, “No more... leave me... be... turn me... back...”

"No. Get up, the burning will fade and you'll feel better... at least for a little while." I begin to take off my boots, and then my socks. I unbutton my shirt, pulling it open to reveal my huge broad chest before I unbutton my pants, pulling them off slowly to add to the pile of my clothes, leaving me in only in my dark blue boxer shorts. This entire time I've been ignoring you completely as I stripped, now I turn back to you in full glory, my tan skin glistening in the thin light, my boxer briefs barely containing my huge erection

Now, more than ever am you are convinced of my godly heritage. I loom over you, vast, humungous!!! Muscles perfectly crafted, rolling like great, bronze hills. You stand up straight, whimpering as you see me in my near naked glory... so unsure of what was to become of you. You dare not speak... especially when your eyes found that my dark boxers were tented like nothing you had seen.

I strip my boxers roughly, revealing my massive member. I toss the briefs contemptuously at you, aiming them so they land over your head, wrapping you in the dark and incredibly strong scent of my sweaty crotch, 'cause I've been sweating all day, like you. My balls are pendulous and my dick actually pulses as I watch you.

My aim is perfect. The warm and wet fabric drapes over you, knocking you from your feet. You try to swim out of the boxers, only smearing the crotch-sweat all over your body. The smell is intoxicating... a scent only a man could appreciate... but this was different. This was almost primal. You are surrounded by my superior scent, bathing it in, knowing that I *am* your god now... and you are just a pawn in whatever fate deciding game I play. You finally break the surface, escaping through a leg hole of my boxers. You gasp for fresh air... but don’t close your mouth as you see my incredible form... naked, erect.

"Before dinner, you will please me, I think." I step over you, so you are standing between my legs, less than the lower pat of my leg. You look up and realize my dick is bigger than your leg! I look down at you, my hands on my hips. "The only question is, what first?"

You look up, gasping and nearly falling backwards. You stumble a little, falling into my firm leg. My skin is so warm and tender.. yet so strong and powerful. You can smell the strong cheesy musk from my feet… my sweat now all around you. You cannot help but gaze up at the giant orbs above and the bouncing shaft. Suddenly your stomach turns, how would I force you to pleasure me?

I start to sit down. Straight down. You'd better move or things might get less than pleasant. Your heart thunders in panic and you wobble from side to side, frozen with fear!!! My bulbous ass cheeks spread as I near the floor, my pucker exposed. You finally squeal and dive... but have you left it too late?

You make it... most of the way out of the way. Your legs are pinned under my butt between my massive muscular cheeks "Slow, little man. You really are crappy. You freeze way too easily" My balls now rest heavily on your own thighs, covering them and your entire crotch.

You try to pull yourself free, my asscrack soaking your legs in ass scented sweat, “Ahhh… you… Achh… You’re... *on* me! You were slow… You should have run when you had the chance... You wiggle a little, displacing my massive ball sack. You try to push the heavy orbs off of you, slowly sliding them over your side.

I laugh, balls bouncing directly back onto your chest, "Can't even get out from my BALLS! Pathetic! And you call yourself a man!?" A huge drop of precum drips glistening off the end of my dick and hits you in the chest. It's clear I'm totally getting off on all this I laugh, vibrating you, and moving myself enough that you can drag your legs out from between my cheeks

You pull your legs back quickly, turning onto your hands and knees. You crawl a short distance away from me. The Precum slowly runs down your stomach and crotch, sending a shudder down your spine. “This is wrong… VERY WRONG!!!” You yell, throwing your tiny arms about.

I ignore your protest and reach out, grabbing for you leg to drag you back towards me, lifting you up, dangling upside down in the air. "Wrong? I think it's perfectly right!" I set your body down on mine, upside down and head towards my drooling dick.

You squeal like a mouse as you are lifted up effortlessly. You dangle in the air, peering down at the oozing cock below, “No… anything but that please!” You try to struggle free, smelling the musky cockhead.

"Shut up" I grab the back of your head and push it roughly at my cockhead "This is only the beginning, runt" I easily control you, my huge hand wrapping around your head with ease. You can feel my tense hand cover the back of your head, squeezing.

I push, forcing you against the spongy cockhead. As your head presses against its moist surface, more clear, sticky fluid runs from the tip, “Mmmphhh!!!” You try to protest... pointless. Opening your mouth only fills it with the overwhelming taste of cock... and strong tasting cock at that.

I push your head down, trying to get as much of the huge tip in your mouth as possible, which obviously isn't much. Meanwhile you feel my hadn on your rear, my finger pushing at your rear opening. "Mmmm LICK it little man"

Your lips feel like they will split, the soft cockhead already filling your mouth, and you didn't even have half of it in. Suddenly you feel my hand up against your ass, your vunerable ass! My finger presses between your cheeks, spreading you! It presses against your puckering anus, which tries vainly to stay sealed. “MMHHHPPHH!!!” You can forsee great pain if the finger is pushed further so you lick the cockhead, the piss slit… anything your damned tongue can reach. I moan, "Mm yeah, that's it runt! Get that tongue in there! Mmm so warm inside… you fit like a glove!" I push your Head down onto my dick harder, and despite your cooperation I force the tip of my finger into your tight little ass, "Use your hands too, runt"

My finger pushes forward, spreading your ass with the same strength and size as an elephant cock might. You feel muscles stretch too quickly in your rear, followed by searing pain! Your eyes water furiously as you maul my dickhead, sliding your hands on the large, purple mushroom. You dip your fingers into my slit, spreading the oozing liquids... making the head smoother, easier to caress with your hands.

"Mmm good work, boy... AAAAHHHH" I work my finger a little further into your rear, spreading your ass ever wider. My hips buck a little rubbing my cockhead against your face and pushing it at your mouth, "Nnng gettin' close runt!" Your ass feels so tight and hot around my finger, I wish I could have fucked it while you were full sized, but I’m always in too much of a hurry to get you guys small, and forget about that part.

Your asshole has become an open doorway, stretched beyond its limits... broken, conquered. It would never reshape. It would always gape like it did now, full of my relentless finger. Your mouth distorts as you cry out in pain, sliding over the very tip of my cock, smearing pre into your eyes, nose and mouth. You know what is cumming soon... me, and it would hit you like a ton of bricks. You tried to move my head from the slit but I force me to remain. Remain chomping on the cheesy, soft cockhead... waiting for the top to blow.

I push your head down as I continue to hump your face, and my finger slides in to the second knuckle in your ass. I groan louder, and more urgently until suddenly I groan, "Uuuunnnnnnngh" I thrust my hips up, holding your head down so your mouth is sealed over the piss slit, holding you with my hand on your head and finger like a puppet up your ass. Your very bowels are forced to change as my finger sinks deeper than anything was ever naturally meant to go. The slick muscle grips my finger tightly… never having had a chance of stopping me sticking it in.

You shake your head… or try to but find your firmly plugged to my slit... knowing what was about to happen. You cry out against the warm flesh of my cockhead, but no one would hear. You can feel my dick buck under you and suddenly it hits you like a raging hot flood. The cum's forces its way in, deepthroating you. It rockets out of my dick, and with no where else to go, floods straight down your throat and into your stomach. You can feel it hot and churning through your guts, feel it trying to bulge out your tight stomach. It spews into your stomach, stretching the sack like organ... bulging your once flat stomach to a fat, rounded belly. You think it would come squirting out your ass if it weren't for my finger plugging it.

Just as you feel you must surely choke or explode, I let your head free and I continue to shoot, all over your head and tight body. The cum keeps… coming. Smashing into your face, clogging your nose and eyes... huge wads being coughed out from your mouth, jut as more is shot towards your head. You can feel the hot liquid splash against your back and chest, running down to cover most of your sweaty, abused form. You try to rub the cum from your eyes, but no luck. The white mess just spreads and spreads, “Nnngghhh!!!” You try to speak, your mouth bunged with cum.

Finally my cock comes to a sputtering stop, still mostly hard, but no longer spweing all over you. Finger still lodged in your ass, I lift you up like a popsicle and lick off your lower parts, "MMm I always taste best licked off a shrunken partner. You ready for the next part, runt? If you liked the last part, you'll LOVE this!"

You moan like a whore, lifted by my finger in your ass.. powerless. Your belly jiggles wetly, full to bursting with semen. You try to imagine who could possible be next... but you cannot. Your mind is a blur, all you can think of is CUM, its taste, smell, and slimy texture. Your whole existence has become my sperm. You groan deeply, burping up a waft of my seed, your stomach bubbling the mixture trying to digest it slowly, “No… more…”

"No more, Grant? No more? You continue to amaze me with your inability to take what the world can... dish out. Now that we've got you stuffed and marinated, I think it's time for some basting, don't you?"

You feel bloated and sluggish, more so than you have ever felt in your entire life. You cannot help but stare in amazement at your huge belly, full of my warm semen, as well as the massive ropes of the stuff still covering you from the outside, “Basting? *urrp* Ughh… n... no... please... look at me... look what you've done... enough… ENOUGH!!!”

"Yes, look at you... almost perfect. Stuffed full, that tight little belly all full of my warm essence... and well soaked in my seed, but no we are not done yet, little toy... no we have plenty more to do before the night is over...” I lean back against a pillar, rotating my hips back

“S..sick.. you're sick!! All... this because I couldn't… beat you... in a fight…? I’m.. smaller dammit... please think about... what you're doing here... my... my ass is fucking torn open!!! My stomach feels... like it will burst… this isn't… a game no more...” Your head begins to spin, the heady scent of my musky, cheesy cock all that you can taste and smell.

"A game? You think this is a fucking *game*? This isn't a game. This is about getting rid of the problem of shit cops that make the punks out there think they OWN this fucking city. You could have been twice my size and I still would have downed you. Now, time for more fun." To your surprise, and horror, I'm growing hard again as I rub you down my stomach, finger still lodged ridiculously far up your stretched ass.

You desperately grab for something to hold onto as you see yourself descending back to my stiffening rod. “NOOO!!!” You squeal, finding nothing to grip onto on my smooth, taught body... save some fine hairs the further south I travel, “Please not again!!! I'll leave this city, go work in my town!!! PLEASE!!!”

"No, not again. And too late." You continue your descent, past my shaft, rubbing over and then under my huge pendulous balls, slick with sweat. They are all over you, covering you, smothering you. They smell very strongly, my cock coated in the sticky load from my orgasm, sliding over your naked form again, only adding to the sex mess already covering you. You find yourself slipping to the root of my dick and under my sweaty balls. You scream in disgust, the leathery sacks covering you no matter how hard you push my balls away! The orbs rolls over you, spreading the sweat, teasing your pathetic tiny form even more, “Get me away from these!!! AHH!!!”

I shrug, "Ok."

My words fill you with a relief you thought you'd never feel! I was listening to you, realizing your pain and humiliation! But no... I only planned to extend it to far deeper regions. Instead of lifting you up, I push you *down!* You're sliding up and down my ass crack now, even slicker with heavy musky sweat. Oh god, it's all over you. And I'm moaning above you, obviously getting off... again, on this.

You squirm in horror through my legs and slide partly between my huge, hard ass! The valley is covered in a thick manly hair that drags over your body as you are used to scrub my ass crack! You cannot scream. You are pushed face first against my strong smelling ass crack, being coated in a sweat that has built up over the course of the day. You struggle only to be pushed deeper and deeper between my muscular mounds, rubbing over my brown and pink pucker. Your struggles indicate your disgust, but you are too weak to escape!

"Say hello to my ass, Grant. You and it are going to be getting very intimate... in more ways than one." There is indeed, no escape, what with my finger still lodged firmly inside you. I lean further back, giving myself better access to my ass as I rub you up and down, cleaning myself and dirtying you, "You're a pretty big fellow for a little man... but I still think you'll fit..."

You almost don't hear me, but the last few words ring loud and clear. You squirm against my ass, covered in reeking sweat. You can feel my puckering asshole. You know I plan to push you in, but how? You may be smaller, but still, at 15 inches tall you’re still bigger than most vibrators... I can’t be serious! If you ever needed a miracle, it was now! With a burst of strength you push you head from my crack, “I'll die in there!!! OH GOD NO PLEAMMPPHHH!!!”

Tired of your complaing, I shove you back down agains my stinky ass again, your own hole burning from my finger still lodged within. You realize that at 15 inches tall, your own head is just a little larger than the head of my own dick... though you also realize my dick is so huge, even to a normal size man that the head approaches the size of a small fist. But that means, if I'm at all experienced, I can almost definitely fit your head in... and maybe more. Indeed, now that your entire body is slick with my sweat and cum, I press your face up against my rear entrance, apparently intent on your entrance.

You feel my grip tighten, my directionless rubbing now stopping... a destination chosen for your sweat covered form. You face slides between my crack, suddenly falling forward against my shithole!!! Before you can thrust your arms forward your head slides through the puckered ring, a terrible grip encircling my neck! The haircut which you thought made you look so macho only aiding your progress. It’s almost like being plunged head first into a hot bath. You hold your breath, just feeling the intense heat all around you.

The folds of brownish pink flesh slither against your head like velvet. So smooth and pleasant to the touch, but as you are forced to gasp for air the putrid diabolical fumes of my bowels fill your lungs. You clench your eyes shut, forced to breath as you would normally, filling your body countlessly with my murky, shitty gases. You try to cry out, but feel a spongy bump of flesh enter your mouth. The slippery fold tastes of ass, unsurprisingly... and I feel my body slowly being forced inwards!!! Your legs flail in horror, your arms moving as much as they can!::

I groan above you, moaning with pleasure as I push your head deep inside my tight ass. In and out, just a little... then harder. I'm moaning louder now, and pressing harder, pushing my finger a little deeper inside you and squeezing your legs together for leverage... oh god... your shoulders are being forced past my tight ass ring. You didn't think it was possible; you're as big as a large fist! And I'm not loose, either, no; it's incredibly tight, making breathing difficult, as if breathing in my ass was easy as it was!

You can feel the utmost humiliation as I begin to pump your head and shoulders into my ass like a dildo. The slimy innards hug your head tightly with every entry, a disgusting wet slapping noise filling your ears as you are forced to sink into my ass. The muscles within my rump are obviously strong enough to crush me, and so you are filled with dread. Your stuggling seems to achieve nothing! Only stimulation to me, most likely, you lament. Your head begins to feel light, the amount of actual oxygen within my butt incredibly low! You feel the heat pass down your shoulders as you are pushed deeper and deeper... surely I wouldn't fit you all in? You hope and pray... but know I will try.

Try I will. Deeper and deeper you slide, and more and more I groan. You can feel your arms getting pinned more and more to your sides with each push, and then suddenly they are thrust completely inside. You realize your head HAS to be approaching the upper entrance to my rectum by now, your body completely filling my ass, but I seem intent on going further... but you wonder how far.

The soaking, slimy muscle grips you like you were a turd, trying to crush you! But still I push you further in!!! You squirm within, probably just pleasuring you... You’re convinced I will leave you up there to die, and squeeze you out later... no one would ever know. You try again to struggle, but imagine that the tight grip must be what its like to be constricted by a giant snake. The heat within is like an oven, feeling as if you are being cooked alive inside me. Your face is the first to meet and greet any surprises up the organic tunnel, the stench getting worse... if that is possible! You are being pushed over all manner of objects that in the dark sent quivers down your spine.

You are among shit in there, and that is just what I think of you. No one would ever know of your fate, and no one will, you’re right at least, about that. I continue to push from the outside, rhythmically gripping you with my steel-like internal muscles and pulling you deeper. Your head has passed out of my rectum now and into the bottom of my intestines as your own ass slips into mine, my finger still buried inside you. I am effectively fingering myself... with your entire body. Here I seem to stop, though you're not sure if it's because I have chosen to or simply because I can't get you in any further, not that this wouldn’t' be more than enough to waste your pathetic life if I chose

You are so near to passing out. The heat, the stench... the lack of air is all taking its toll. You pray to god I will let you go before you fall unconscious... not wanting to perish within my butthole... You try to move your arms forward, but they are firmly pressed to your sides, caressed by the ribbed walls. You wriggle less and less, now buried inside my body, pitch black... the stench of ass all around you, unescapable... and merely the sounds of my rumbling bowels and your own squelching body to keep you company.

Suddenly you feel an incredible crushing around you and then spasming in the walls as you are forced quickly back out the way you came. You feel a vacuum like sensation crush you, push me... squeeze you backwards. The rush is instense, and you feel the slick flesh rub across your body quickly before you are squelched noisomely back into the light. You are gasping for air, even if it is the reeking air surrounding my ass and balls, it cannot be worse than the air inside... or lack thereof. You are gasping as if you’d been swimming, covered in translucent sweat.

I'm cumming again, and it drips down on your head, covering you in yet another layer of slime as I gasp and groan, further covering you. You twist your head in agony but only serve to spread the cum all over you again. Your feeble arms slide over your body, trying vainly to scrub the mess off of you.

"Unnnnngh... very good, Grant, you are mildly useful for something after all. Definitely a tight fit, but hardly impossible, was it now? I have to admit it was pretty tempting to leave you in there. I did finish off Jackson that way, but he wasn't worthy of anything better. So... did you get well acquainted in there? Like your roommates?"

You would have been too preoccupied with breathing in fresh, clean air... but the spicy taste of my ass coupled with cum prevented such luxuries. At least you knew you were breathing oxygen now though, “Ughh… you fuck... you sick... fuck! Don't... even speak to… me… how could you do that to a human being... *Coughs* …They’re gonna find out... the cap'n I mean... then you're gonna be fried!!! For sure!!!”

"No he won't find out about this. How would he? It was too much for you on the first day and you left the shift early, on foot. It's a dangerous town and you never made it back to your apartment. There are plenty of cop haters in this city, Grant, the captain won't question the loss of a random rookie from West Bumfuck... heh... bumfuck."

You shake your head, knowing suddenly that I have done this before, and you would probably end up like the rest for sure. You were still as defiant as you could be without begging for mercy again. You shake a little, a tingle running down your spine... wondering how I 'Offed' the other rookies. "You're not as clever as you think... they'll find out... I know it…” You close your eyes tightly, shaking more and more::

"No. They won't. I could carry you around in my glove box and they'd never know. But I think it's time for the final stage of our fun. Now that you're acquainted with your new home and you're well stuffed, marinated, and basted, I think my meal is prepared. It's time for the dinner. You and I could have been having sushi together, instead I'll be dining alone tonight..."

These words are loud enough, clear enough also to hear perfectly... but you couldn't believe them at all. I am speaking as if you are food. Surely I wouldn't... Couldn't! But you had thought this of being stuffed into my ass... oh god, this was how I had gotten away with it so many times before! “Oh god… you cannot possibly mean...”

I lift you up to my face again, "Mmm, you look positively delectible, Grant! See, now you won't be a part of the problem any more, you'll be a part of the big, gorgeous solution... *me*! I lick my tongue across your stomach, tasting your layers of flavors and fear, "Mmmmm excellent. I think your nicely toned body will be an excellent addition to mine, don't you? And I’m sure you'll feel right at home in my ass once you get there again."

“No! You can't be serious!!! How can you do it! How... how can you stomach it! You're not human, how can you be!?!?! Monsters like you on the force?!!? You can't!!! PLEASE I’m beggin’ you!!! Ughhh...” You shudder as my tongue spreads across your bulging belly, cleaning you a little but most of all giving you one of the first pleasurable sensations you have had all day, “Nnngh... please... why do this... why resort to this...” You hang your head, tears welling.

"Because I *can.* Because it makes me stronger, because it clears out the dregs who don't belong on the force. Because I like feeling a little shit like you squirming inside my gut. And as to how can I stomach it? Well... a more appropriate question is how can I stomach *you?* And the answer is, quite easily! I've got a big stomach and a fast metabolism!" I lick my lips, savoring your flavor on my tongue.

You watch me lick my lips. It suddenly becomes more real than ever, knowing that I have done this before and are going to do it now, to you!!! You squirm for a bit... realizing that this is what you have done through this entire ordeal and it has done nothing but tire you out. You stare at my mouth again, wondering how it will feel to be chewed up, or even cooked!!! (asuming this would be the way you would eat me, not even considering any other methods.) “Please...” You beg again, eyes closed and head hung low. You now realize I would never release you... you are mine to do as you please.

I can see the realization on your face and gloat, "Yes, you are. And as I please is in my belly. Now." I lift you up, still impaled on my finger, slipping one of your feet into my mouth, "Mmmmm!" I look up at you, smiling and my tongue pulls in the other one, "Mm mm MM! Dewicious"

“Ughh.. Nnnghh.. no..no!” Your defeatism melts, and you wiggle, your ass exploding in heat again as movement resurrects the harsh pain. Your foot sinks into the warmth of my mouth. The hot saliva coats your feet in moments. You wiggle them a little but suddenly become aware of the gigantic gnashing jaws I possess... You look down to see my smug grin and immediately have to look up, tears running down your cheeks, “M… m-monster...”

"Mmm" I slide your legs further into my mouth, licking the delicious msuky flavor off of them. My fingers slip under your back and finally, my finger is pulled forcefully from your backside. My tongue laps up your legs to taste the cum that slowly runs down them as I push you in past your knees to your meaty thighs. You can feel your tiny feet slipping downward into the tighter embrace of my hot throat

You try to get a grip with your feet, only to find the slickness to be a difficulty. My probing tongue reaches and rubs against our, making you quiver in disgust. Perhaps this could be erotic... such a huge, warm mass caressing you like this... but all you can see is me, and all you can think is what I mean you to become. You suddenly feel the throat approaching your feet, making you squeal, “Please don’t! Please reconsider... I... I don't want to... to die like this...”

You realize my other hand is jerking me towards yet another orgasm. I'm getting off on this like I've gotten off on everything else. I push you into my mouth further, Your thick muscular thighs pressing against my lips a little. The tip of my tongue slips up between your legs and probes at your stretched and abused ass, the tip easily working it's way in, to lick out the "filling" I've deposited inside you, "Mmmm" You can feel your feet now solidly in the velvety soft, but iron strong grip of my throat. It's clear I mean to make you my meal, suck you down and turn you to shit, and it seems so far like I don't even plan to have the decency to kill you first!

“Ohhh... UGHHH!!!” You throw your head back as my tongue enters the torn open void that is your abused asshole. My cum is milked from you and you feel the weight shift, the painful memory that squirms within me. Your hands reach for something to rest on, finding nothing that you consider safe so you flop from side to side, groaning all the louder as I drain you slowly. The deadly grip around your feet jolts me to life, “Gah... ohhh... no please... still time... to reconsider... oh god I beg of you!”

I swallow and push you down with my hand, pulling and pushing your feet down and into my throat, and your abused ass in between my lips. My tongue presses further into you, drawing another anguished moan from your lips and the underside o fmy tongue removes the various other substances from your lower body only to replace them with ym own saliva. You can feel the hot breath blasting from my nose and onto your chest

You cry out as you are jerked into my mouth suddenly, your rounded butt slipping neatly between my juicy lips. My huge tongue pushes further in, making you feel like you’re being impaled slowly. My saliva serves to send a warmth spreading throughout your lower regions, but ultimately also a sense of being dirty... my little finger puppet, suck toy. Your hands slam onto my slippery lips now, sliding from side to side as you try to get a firm grip... to push, pull... pinch? Anything. Suddenly you realize your shaft is rigid... You gasp in shame, hoping I wont notice. How could you be aroused at a time like this!? You groan some more as I probe you further... the dull pain serving to distract you somewhat as you are worked further inwards.

I work you lightly further in and sure enough feel your dick against the inside of my lips. I lock eyes with you and chuckle. Seeing that this illicits a reaction, I begin to hum, vibrating you entire lower body and groin area. Even as I swallow again, simultaneously pulling you in to your waist and jamming my tongue up your ass even farther. You are mine, completely.

Your back arches, you cry out silently... your mouth trembling as I fill you once again, perhaps with a less brutal instrument this time. You jerk downwards again, the slick grip around your legs spreading. The vibrations send quakes of pleasure through your cock! You try to put your mind off this, you are *not* enjoying this so why are you hard!? You knew I get satisfaction from this... and yet you can’t do a thing about it.

I do indeed enjoy this, enjoy my power over you. I continue to hum, working my tongue in and out of your ass as I swallow a little bit more of you. I watch you, my eyes twinkling and hard. The broad part of my tongue, the part not inside you rubs back and forth across the underside of our cock and balls.

“Uuggggnnnnghh!!!” You groan and spill a speckle in comparison to my load of sperm into my vast mouth. It is like sinking sand, my mouth. Or what you imagined it to be. You become weak from your orgasm, just groaning as my tongue services you in more than one area. Bending forward you gasp, dripping tiny droplets of sweat over my upper lip.

Satisfied that I have taken yet another shred of self respect from you, I swallow again, pulling your lower legs into my throat to the knees. My lips wrap around your torso, just below your chest, "Mmm."" I suck, taking your left arm in by surprise, tucking it in against your body.

Your left arm remains free to flail and grab pointlessly for something to stop this horror! Your feet are compressed in flesh, gripped, pulled. Your lower body is trapped in slimy warmth... that it will not escape you fear! My hot breath blows up into your face, smelling mostly of what I extracted from your ass. You squirm some more now, with renewed energy… if only for a few moments, “Help! Help Me Somebody!!!” You cry out in your tiny voice, sinking into my huge body slowly.

I chuckle, vibrating you again as I swallow, pulling your thick thighs into my hot tight throat, almost eliminating your leg movement. Your arm is trapped, your other arm flailing, beating against my lips as I continue to lick your whole body, obviously enjoying every blasted minute of this. My eyes say "yell, please, no one will hear you"

You try not to resort to blubbering, but the fear of this horrific situation has you in its grip. You are going to die in a most gruesome fashion, and no one is here to save you... no one to stop me from doing this to you. You cry out again, sure no one will hear... but thinking you owe it to yourself to try until you can try no more, “HELP MEEEE!!!”

I gulp hard, pulling your butt into the top of my throat. There is no one to hear you but me... and I'm just enjoying your cries and complaint. My tongue wraps up under the back of your shoulders, running along your flexing trapezius muscles as your hard nipples slip under the heat of my thick red lips.

You can feel my tight flesh stretching around your flexing, squirming ass. Your chest slips into the heat, your nipples erect, your entire body quivering. You squirm slowly, keeping you one free arm out. You lean up against my lip to try and stop me finishing this job I seem all too eager to complete. As my throat claims your butt you can only groan loudly, trying to kick your legs, only to find them wrapped in rippling flesh... useless to you now. Your head and shoulders bob up and down, barely kept outside. You take long, drawn gasps... your eyes waterlogged with tears... You know you will pass into somewhere even more undesirable than my ass soon!!! And you won’t enter as Grant, the human being... just a slab of squirming meat for my pleasure!

And I am intent on making that happen as soon as possible! As my throat constricts around your butt you feel a resistance and then a slow slipping as I force your butt deeper in my unyielding throat. Your broad chest and shoulders are wedging my lips open wide now and you experience a brief surge of hope that maybe I won't be able to complete this horrible task. Or maybe, even if I do you could somehow choke me, end my reign of terror.

You wriggle a little, realizing that you are quite the mouthful... after discovering how much room there ISNT in my mouth. You of course hope and pray that I cannot manage it, that I am forced to reconsider this sick plan. Of course this could lead to even worse fates... For now you lay in wait, soaking in the intense heat from all around you. You don't dare say a word, not wanting to gloat or even SUGGEST that I couldn't take you whole! You are sure I would prove I could... however I wanted.

I pause for a moment, apparently considering what to do. I swallow and you don't move very much, not to be deterred from my meal, however, I don't stop. I swallow again, and again you don't move very much. I growl around your body, and for a second you think I might be planning on biting you or something. But I don’t, instead I sift my grip to your shoulders and as I gulp the next time, I push, HARD, forcing you past my stretched lips.

It is tight enough that you can feel a distinctive POP when your shoulders slip past my lips and into my mouth, only your head and arm remaining outside now Your heart pumps faster, sweat building and leaking from your entire body. The salty taste flows forth as you picture me chomping you into a messy, manageable two halves. You didn’t dare speak... but your whimpers spoke for themselves. But now the nightmare situation is averted, only to be replaced by another... the original nightmare. Your chin bounces softly up against my lips, your head squirming uncomfortably. “Mmpphh...” you mumble, feeling your body crushed in my throat, making it hard to breath. “Not long now” you think to yourself, eyes still pouring tears.

I smile around your body, knowing I've essentially won this battle, not that I hadn't won it before. But now you know there is no escape, no hope that I will repent and let you free, change you back. No this nightmare is reality.

I gulp and you arch your head to keep your face out of that dark and stinking place. Your hand scrabbles around, searching for purchase but finds only the rough stubble of my chin. You can see the dim lights of the abandoned warehouse, but also the insides of my teeth... my pallet. A chill thunders down your spine. This is your last glimpse of light. Your hand claws at my rough chin, finding friction from the short hairs but no suitable grip to save your skin. The tongue behind you quivers, the same tongue to have violated you and tasted you as if you were food... well, now you really *are* food. You reach up as far as you can, your lone hand reaching out between my lips… a soft whimper following, “Please...” You look down your body, seeing where you are plugging the back of my mouth... You scream out as you know any second you will be sliding through that very opening.

And as that thought crosses your mind, I swallow again, leaving only your wrist and clutching hand in the dim light of the warehouse. Your head vanishes silently between the soft cushions of my lips and rests on that terrible tongue as your torso tips further and further into my throat. You can feel your feet and ankles pressing through a rubbery ring into a more open space... my stomach.

You flex your toes, rolling your feet after their cramped trip through my throat. This new and open environment serves to be no less harsh in temperature... and after all, you know where it is... and knowing this gives no comfort what so ever! You grip for my lips but your aching arm is slowly pulled into my mouth by gravity and exhaustion. You squirm from side to side on my tongue, grunting in frustrated fear… knowing you are powerless to me.

I swallow again and again, now less intent on torturing you and enjoying tasting you as I am on moving you to my stomach. Your legs follow your feet into the incredible heat of my stomach and then you can feel your toes squishing in something as your ass squeezes its way out as well. Your shoulders are entering my throat now and you wonder if you're going to make it through being swallowed it's so tight around your chest

You breathe out, not knowing that the crushing weight would stop me inhaling!!! Your eyes bulge as my chest squeezes into your throat. You try to squirm but it’s too tight! Your face is contorted, your feet kicking in my stomach. You can feel a great strain on your ribs, the bones almost creaking in their strain. Your eyes water... the need to breathe growing more and more desperate. You appear to be being swallowed at a speedy pace though... swallowed... it hits you once again. This was your final journey! Your life would end in the boiling sack that waited for you at the bottom of this tube, the place your lower body was already! Your feet sink into a thick slurry of digestive soup, sticky and lumpy... and yet pleasant on my feet... for now.

My throat works and slowly, slowly you are forced downward until you run out of space and your legs are forced to bend under your legs. You can feel that while you will definitely fit in my stomach, there's not going to be a lot of extra space. Your legs slip and bend in the sludge as your body is pressed down upon them, the hairs on those limbs already melted away before the juices had even started. You can feel your stomach slipping into my stomach and soon your head will follow. My head slithers down the tight throat, my chest slurping into the stomach… allowing for a desperate breath. The air is none too pleasant in the gullet but it is better than death. Briefly you wonder what's actually in that mush... Then you realize shortly that mush will be you.

You begin to wriggle, feeling the hot mush covering most of you already. Your ass splashes into the juices, followed by your back. Eventually your whimpering head is spat into my stomach. You are forced to crouch, knees arched, head between your legs... cramped in my stomach. You feel around, your heart speeding up... sweat pouring from the heat and realization that you are even now, being digested alive by my partner... “Oh God... I’m... gonna die... this is it... NO!! NOOO!!! IT’S NOT FAIR!!!!” You pound your arms against the slick walls, juices splashing over you as you do.

You can hear my voice outside, "Yeah, that's it, Grant, squirm for me! Just like I told the Cap... one well oiled machine! *Me!*" your body is stretching out my stomach slightly and I poke at it from the outside, "Oh yeah... jackin' off feeling you in there, little man. Gonna break you down and turn you to shit. Hope you're a man of substance and don't give me gas or nothing!"

You become hysterical, the rancid air burning your lungs... the juices numbing your legs and ass. You push at the roof and sides with all your might, screaming and splashing in horror, “LET ME OUT!!! YOU FUCKING MONSTER LET ME OUT!!!” You hardly notice more digestive soup oozing through the lining of the walls, filling my stomach slowly but, ready to digest this lively meal alive. You reach for the pucker that you were spat through, clawing it, punching at it. You slip up countless times into the sludge... only resulting in spreading the acids over yourself and also exhausting yourself.

And fueling my pleasure. You feel the walls around you contract... not deadly, but noticeable as I orgasm, yet again. "MMmmm, you were one of my most delicious partners, little Grant. Thank you for a wonderful meal... Mm I feel full... BRRRAAAAAAP Aaaah less so now!" I belch hugely, removing much of what little air there is, though not enough to asphyxiate you... yet.

The stomach shrinks dramatically, forcing you to submerge to your chest in acids. You strain to keep your head from going under, your chin bouncing the thick surface of the slurry. Your breaths suddenly are cut short, just to gasps. You can feel your body changing... your heart slowing... the shock of being digested probably... your submerged skin and muscle already breaking down and adding to the mixture you are forced to bathe in. You reach up, trying so desperately to push the descending roof away from you, “Oh god please, not like this!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!”

But there is no fighting the inevitability of this. I belch again, removing what little air there is left and feel you begin to struggle more fiercely, nowhere to go now.

You feel a firm thud to the back of your head. The roof has caved in. Your head is submerged... not an inch of you now that isn't within the mixture. You squirm and flail in the thick juices, your legs slowly losing all feeling... your arms following soon after. You make struggling squirms for as long as you can hold your breath... although your muscle soon loses feeling and you aren’t sure when it dissolves away, exposing your delicate organs... Soon enough your body, inside and out is being digested by mine. You take a last breath, breathing in the vile juices into your body... You float lifelessly as the stomach churns around your melting remains... just another rookie who couldn't cut it... never to be seen again.

"Never can cut it... but at least they do add to the solution... me."

The End