The Snowman
By: ShrinkMe
Martin was feeling like he needed to stretch his legs. He had been at his computer for six hours
now doing different projects, trying to get some done before the Christmas holiday struck and
sucked all his time away.
He lived in northern New York state and there was snow galore on the ground, had been now
since just after Thanksgiving. He had to admit to himself how much he liked this time of year, a
little childishly, because of the good food around Thanksgiving, and then the holiday cheer
leading up to Christmas that ended with the BANG of the New Year entering into existence.
So Martin shut down his computer and got bundled up against the crisp cold outside. He thought
to himself as he was dressing warmly, 'Yeah, the air will do my brain some good. Clear it out
some. And the walk will stretch my legs. I can come back make some cocoa and hit those
projects again and then hit the sack.'
He glanced at the clock before he headed out the door- 9 PM. 'Great- I'll walk for about 30/45
minutes and I'll be as good as new.' Martin opened the door and turned the lock and then shut it
and headed down the front walk to the sidewalk at the the other end of his front yard.He liked the
way the cold, crisp air made his breath mist out in front of him. Felt like it was in the mid to upper
20's, just right for a brisk walk.
The area that Martin lived in wasn't well traveled. Especially at this time of night. Mostly families
in the area, not many single folk like himself. So he wasn't surprised when not one car had
passed him in the last 20 minutes.
Now Martin was getting ready to pass his favorite house in the area. This house sat on a high hill
that overlooked the pastures and wooded areas. A big three story house in dark wood and red
brick. It was one of the oldest houses in this part of the state. The people that lived there had the
BEST decorations for Christmas. They really went ALL out every year. Plus you could see the
Christmas tree inside the house from the street. Martin would always walk here and just stare at
the beautiful lights and the warm inviting tree in the window. It really helped to put Martin in the
'spirit'.
As Martin approached the bottom of the hill on the sidewalk he was on, he noticed that this year
the people had built a huge snowman at street level. This snowman was at least 7 feet tall. He
had the black top hat on his head. Two eyes made of coal. His nose rather than being the whole
carrot was just the rounded nub end. His mouth was made of two rows of stones in an even
smile. He wore a huge black dinner jacket that still didn't meet in front, so the snowman's big
middle rounded out through the front of the jacket. The shoulders of the jacket gave the illusion of
shoulders to the snowman as well. Martin guessed that the woman of the house had sewn or
pinned man's gloves to the bottoms of the sleeves of the jacket. So this gave the snowman
hands. Of course no snowman wears pants so this one was no exception. He sported a huge
bottom section to support all that upper weight. All in all it was the BEST snowman Martin had
ever seen.
Martin had stepped off the sidewalk to examine this snowman, front and back. He had made
snowmen in his day but none had looked this good and he had to smile in spite of himself at how
great this one looked and the joy he felt at how this snowman brought the child up from inside
him. He even stepped up to the snowman and shook his hand and introduced himself and
welcomed him into the neighborhood as if he was talking to a real person.
Martin smiled and stepped around the snowman so he could look up the hill and check out the
lights and decorations on the house. He wasn't disappointed this year. They had gone all out as
usual. Every level, every window, every corner, every peak, everything was decorated in lights
and color. It really was magical without being garish. You had to see it to believe it.
While Martin was engrossed in the house lights, out of the corner of his perception he thought he
had heard someone clear their throat. As if to get his attention. But not having seen anyone he
ignored that thought and continued admiring the lights.
"Ahem..."
Martin heard that one loud and clear and turned in the direction from which he thought it had
come from. But that is where the snowman stood. Martin tilted back to peer around the snowman
in case someone was on the other side of the snowman. But no one was there.
"Is someone there?" Martin said out loud.
Silence...
Well, Martin was thinking that hot cocoa sounded good and turned to go back to the sidewalk and
then back to his house. As he was passing the right arm of the snowman something grabbed
Martin's left arm and held fast. Scared the shit out of Martin, he yelped slightly in surprise and
tried to jump backwards from the grasp a bit. But the grasp held fast and wouldn't let go of his
arm; in fact it clenched tighter and drew Martin closer- to the snowman!
Many things were passing through Martin's head real fast. Mostly he expected someone to break
through the snow of the snowman and reveal that this was some kind of joke or something. But
slowly Martin was realizing that wasn't happening. Martin looked up at the snowman's
head and saw that the head with the top hat and coal eyes and stone mouth was turned in his
direction looking down at him, and was that smile more of an evil grin than a meaningless smile?!
The hand that had hold of Martin's arm pulled him roughly to in front of the snowman and then
Martin's other arm was grasped firmly by the other hand. Martin hadn't taken his eyes off the face
of the snowman while he was being roughly handled. What he saw made Martin want to
scream out loud in terror, but his mouth wouldn't open - yet.
The snowman's mouth was still grinning but now sounds were coming from the snowman.
Sounds of heavy breathing for one thing, and the other sound was the sound a starving person
makes when something delicious is in front of them about to be devoured. That and now ropes of
drool were starting to stream from the mouth of the snowman. 'How could this be happening?'
Martin was thinking, among other things.
Then Martin heard something starting to rip. It took Martin several minutes to realize that sound
was coming from the layers of clothes on his body being torn from it. Soon Martin was standing in
front of the snowman in just his pants and long underwear and boots. The snowman was still
making his grunting, groaning noises and then Martin saw the face of the snowman come down
to his own face.
Martin was shocked to find out that this snowman had a tongue and was now using it to soak
Martin's hair and face and shoulders and chest with thick mucousy saliva. When Martin opened
his mouth to scream his mouth was clamped on by the mouth of the snowman. His mouth was
filled with the tongue and saliva of the snowman's. Then Martin felt his whole head was in the
mouth of the snowman. He tried to struggle, but it was no use, the strong snowman had a firm
grip with his hands and mouth.
Soon Martin was being drawn into the throat of the snowman headfirst. The snowman grabbed
the pants and jerked until the belt snapped and then tore the pants and underwear from the lower
torso of Martin. The snowman was moaning and groaning in pleasure at the meal it was feasting
on. This man was DELICIOUS! He savored every inch, every limb, and every pore. The snowman
couldn't get enough of the taste of this man. He ran his tongue into the savory crack of the man's
ass, such a rich taste. And the manhood was erect and leaking and adding flavor to the flesh -
intoxicating. Then Martin's cock exploded cum into the mouth of the snowman as he passed
down to inside the middle section of the snowman. Such a rich creamy gravy this man has inside
him. Soon the feet passed into the mouth of the snowman and then down to join the rest of Martin
inside the middle section. The snowman had managed to yank off the boots and socks before
swallowing the feet of Martin.
Now Martin was naked and all inside the middle section, belly, of the snowman. It was warm in
there, although very cramped. Martin tried everything he could to get out but it was all to no avail.
He heard the snowman chuckling to himself at the struggles Martin was making to get out. From
the outside you would never know that someone was inside the snowman's middle section, let
alone a full-grown man.
Soon Martin grew very woozy and sleepy. He would just take a little nap and then try to get out
when he woke up. Martin curled up into a tight fetus like shape and fell asleep. But he never woke
up from that nap.
Martin was digested by the snowman and added another foot in height to him. He now stood at 8
feet high and was even more imposing than before. The snowman was able to move his body to
gather the torn clothes of Martin's and shove them under himself. There was a secretion from
under there that dissolved the clothing so no one was the wiser.
That is except for The SnowMan.......;)