succulentsnak asked:
I sank my fingers into your plushy chub and playfully shook your belly, happily jiggling the soft dome of fat as it gurgles impatiently. "Sorry dear, it's too cold to get out of bed today! I'm sorry that I didn't get ya' a bite to eat, but I'd rather stay nice and warm in bed with you" I leaned forwards to kiss you once more, planting my lips against yours and letting out a soft moan of passion. "You're not upset at me, are you?" I asked in concern, my brow wrinkling uneasily as your gut growls
thesoutherndruid answered:
“Upset? Noooo..nonono…but I am quite hungry babe…so I’d appreciate you figure out a way to fix that for your favorite kitty~” I plan an affectionate kiss on your lips, followed by a threatening lick across your face. “pleeeaaasse?~”
“Yesss...see? You’re destined for this fate. Aren’t you proud to feed me? To be my future shit?~”
I pleasantly groped my gut, chuckling softly as it rumbled and groaned, glad to let it melt you down.
The loud, bassy rumble of your gastrointestinal eruption shook my fleshy prison, sending tremulous vibrations rippling across your stomach walls. As the last, lingering traces of your foul fart fades away, the thick, acrid stench of your gut suddenly takes on a new meaning for me. Despite my fear of the inevitability of my upcoming fate, I can't help but get excited at the thought of my smooth, toned body being broken down, melted and pulverized and reduced to such a hot, bubbling mess of steaming, vile gas. Against my better judgement, I give in to my growing arousal, softly grinding my hips against your flabby stomach wall as pictures of your waste filled bowels flood my head
I blush a bit as I feel your sexual movements inside me, I begin to grow erect and reach an arm around to please myself.
“Damn babe, you’re kinkier than I thought, maybe I should let you go~”
“Let’s be honest here dear, the only way that you’re gonna be letting me go is outta that cute little ass of yours~”
The vulgarity of my own words shock me. I can’t believe that I’m getting excited about my own disgusting demise, that I’m actually encouraging it! My mind cries out, pathetically begging for me to plead for mercy, to negotiate, to beg for my life in exchange for eternal servitude and submission. My sexual instincts are far stronger though, and override any sense of self preservation
“C'mon, neither of us can wait until I’m nothing more than a thick, lumpy log festering away in your bowels and a nice layer of jiggling pudge sagging from your soft belly. Why pretend that we don’t want it, that we don’t need it?”
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