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I'm not that. kind of person. Really, I'm not, but as soon as I saw Hector, my reservations turned perfunctory, crushed under unrestrained lust. His arms that looked like an anatomy diagram shrink wrapped with a layer of cellophane. One could be forgiven for assuming he took steroids, though his bowling laugh and 'would you believe I get that a lot' were effective counter arguments. Impressive as he was from the waste up, he'd obviously never so much as attempted a single leg day. Not because his lower section was any less impressive, but because being a 45 foot long naga, he was precluded from doing squats at all. Physically, at least, he was the definition of an apex predator. Just like I was the consummate prey. I'm pretty effeminate, even by little brown bunny standards: 5"2', 115 lbs, and legitimately child bearing hips. That I'm not being constantly hit on, mistaken for a bonnie lass by macho alpha douchebags, is testament to my powers of self isolation.

Hector and I met on Munchr ("Have someone for lunch today!"), the hookup focused vore app and counterpart to the relationship finder, Nibblr ("There's no spice like love!" Bleh.). Serpentes888 was the first profile I'd dared to like after an unfortunate catfishing bot encounter condemned the app to collecting virtual dust for 6 months. Over our 15 minutes of introductions, it sounded like we had similar anxieties, just coming from opposite ends of the spectrum. Yes, I would love to struggle and scream while being digested into my constituent nutrients, but god damn, hypothetical ultra masculine pickup artists who have so far only existed in my head, just give me a couple hours to get to know you first? Hector's account was popular, inundated daily with messages from people who thought that just because he could enwrap, tease, and swallow anyone up to elephant size, he would want to do so indiscriminately.

Reviewing our string of bumbling texts, it was ambiguous how he'd been invited to my place, but an implicit promise to see where the evening took us permeated the electronic conversation. No pressure, of course, just a couple voraphiles, hanging out, casting furtive glances at Hector's open overnight bag and the visible bottle of Tums within. I was anxious that my living space hindered my ability to play a good host. Hector's gargantuan body didn't fit into my apartment so much as around it, ringing the perimeter with a double stack of mottled juniper green coils. Even when he hunched over, the only way to comfortably accommodate his 9 feet of vertical height would have been to remove the ceiling, something I was pretty sure was forbidden by my lease agreement. His tail resting over every piece of furniture left them all inaccessible, so I had no option other than to sit on his lap and lean against one of his thoughtfully draped segments.

In the half hour since he had slithered through my door, an action that took some figuring out given his shoulders were wider than the frame was tall, I had torn through my entire 'getting to know you' checklist: Where do you work? (Men's Warehouse) What do you like to do? (Work out, think about buying cars) What's your favorite food? (Bunnies! Kidding, kidding, peanut pad thai.) I was paying attention, honest. A guy can't focus just because he's sitting on multiple yards of potential gastrointestinal lewdness, rising along with each breath like I'm already part of his body, smooth scales probably spelling out in braille how he could crush me with his brawny mass and not even notice?

"So, should we maybe set up some ground rules, in case we do... ya know?" Hector spoke in a voice like a contrabass, octaves lower than what my reedy vocal cords were capable of. The conversation had stalled, the ulterior purpose of our meet up now a greater presence in the room than even Hector.

"Yeah, yeah, no pressure, just in case we do... yeah. Is there... like, how do you normally do it?"

"I..." Those who believe cuteness to be a function of size have never seen a 1,200 lb maneater blush. "I've... never done it before... How do you... like to go down?"

"I don't have the practical experience to answer that either." Assertiveness never came easy to me. A lascivious engagement would go easier if we just said what we wanted, but we were both trying to balance the line between expressing our desires and confirming the behaviors the other feared we'd possess. "If you're asking what I think I'd like... I wouldn't want to ask you to do anything that made you uncomfortable."

"No, go ahead!" I was bumped a few inches into the air as he jolted to attention. "Won't know if you don't ask, right? Communication is important!"

"Well... I always liked to imagine... being, kinda, toyed with? Ya know? Like, 'oh ho ho, you pathetic little morsel, be grateful you get to be a part of something so much more glorious than yourself'... kind of thing." I managed to drop my voice into the tenor range for my impression.

"Yeah, I totally get that..." I may have been projecting, but he sounded resigned.

"But you said people open with asking you to be like that all the time. Really, you had to slither all the way here, and I'm just glad you came over, we don't even have to do anything. Like you said, we're just communicating." I felt like my stomach was the full one with how far I'd just put my foot in my mouth.

"That's not what I mean at all! I just really like the idea of a dom-ey prey. So, maybe we could reverse roles next time?" All the tension in my body moved to my chest as a slit a few feet below his... pelvis?... started opening, revealing two burgeoning pink dots. I'm no expert on snake physiology, but my pants were getting uncomfortably tight for, I suspected, the same reason.

"Oh... oh shit, are we doing this?" The weight of his body beneath me suddenly seemed much heavier.

"I-I'm down if you're down!" Two hemipenes erupted from his slit, inflating with the force of an airbag. My breath caught in my lungs; Those dicks were all I wanted in my mouth at this moment.

"Can... can I...?" Every nerve in my body fired every signal it knew how to fire at once, the physical sensation of each possible emotion imposed over my psyche like a mental lasagna. Were it not for Hector's take charge attitude, I would have stared ahead at his dual rods all night.

"Would you... please... um... lick 'em?" Very take charge.

I dove forward, like I'd seen in plenty of pornos, and my jaw nearly dislocated as I bounced off the head of the dick on the right. Each one was the size of my arm, so I may have been overzealous. Panic still mounted at the thought of being unable to be a considerate lover.

"Oh shit, are you OK? You don't have to take the whole thing at once, those things are the size of your arms!" Yeah, I noticed, but desperation has a way of breeding ingenuity.

"Hold on a second!" I scrambled over him and landed hard on the faux hardwood floor like a sack of increasingly horny bricks. "I saw on the internet you can use things that aren't lube as lube! Do you want any ketchup while I'm in here? Honey? Do I require condiments?!"

"What are you even getting?" The concerned excitement in his voice only made me search faster.

"I am getting... this!" He had to open a little space for me to crawl between his coils, my hands made slippery by the coconut oil on the bottle that spilled when I last made carrot cake. Yes. Really. When you spend $16 on an ingredient you only intend to use once, you can use it to make whatever you want. "Coconut oil! I think it might degrade condoms, but... are we going to need one?" 'Are there any in the world that will even fit' was my original question, but this sounded more pragmatic.

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean, I'm totally clean! I've gotten tests and everything!" He blurted, holding his hands up like he was preparing to touch a stove he knew to be hot.

"That's good..." It took a couple tries for my trembling hands to open the bottle, and I poured a shaky stream over the penis that had made this a personal challenge. "I wouldn't want to miss out on any of this."

I worked the greasy dandelion colored liquid over the little spines up and down the length of his shaft. They bent and sprung back like teeth on a comb. Each stroke was met with a hiss and an occasional twitch somewhere in the room. It was fascinating, like I was holding his entire body in my hands, with all the responsibility that implied. It took some time, and a few more coats, but he was soon slicked enough that I dared to try blowing him again.

"Seriously, you don't-" He couldn't get the whole sentence out but I still paused.

"Do you want me to stop?" I was sustained entirely by desire and adrenaline. If my emotions had been through this much whiplash under any other circumstances, I would have been rendered comatose.

"What you're doing is great, but I don't want you to hurt yourself." This massive beast was totally at my mercy. The room heaved with each heavy breath he took. He had 45 feet of body to feel pleasure course through, and he was still concerned about my well being? I had been afraid of being coerced into something before I was ready, this kind of consideration deserved a reward.

"I won't force anything. If my mouth won't work, I'll figure something out, you just let me know how you're doing, OK?" An enthusiastic nod. OK, time to turn it up. "Besides," I said and licked his tip, "I'm sure you'd prefer your little chocolate bunny to be cream filled." Fuck. That was lame. Are all lines in porn that cheesy and I was too turned on to notice? "If it makes you feel any better, I'll make sure you're extra lubed up." I took off my shirt and poured a hearty surge of the slippery substance onto my chest. His quizzical look adjusted to shocked appreciation as I hugged my body against the cock, smearing his underside with more of the fragrant oil. Those little spines tickled and worked just as much of the impromptu lube into my fur as it did on to him. I kissed the head like a lover I had been missing my entire life, all my repression sublimating into loving this now leaking expression of his want.

The head of his cock came to just below my chin when I scooted right next to it. I was thinking it through a little more this time: My lips conformed perfectly to the contour of his glans, and stretched as I slowly bent my bodyweight into the effort. A few seconds to warm up between each push allowed me to gradually coax his entire head into my mouth. After that, the rest was surprisingly easy. Angling myself in line with the opening of his slit, my throat readily accepted the rest of his shaft. I had to do a pushup every time I stroked myself along his meaty member, but if exercise was always this fun, I'd probably have muscles like Hector's by now. His heartbeat pulsed through his cock, and so through my entire body, like a thank you that throbbed in my skull.

Hector was fighting a losing battle for control of his body. Clearly aware of the effects his size could have on his surroundings, so far he managed to limit his expressions to appreciative vocalizations. His fists were shaking as they grasped at the bottom of his shirt, his mouth agape at an obtuse angle. I was elated at the sight of him enjoying himself, and how hard he had to work to hold back reacting to what I was making him feel. The pain I felt removing myself from around his sensitive bits was entirely emotional, a longing to have him inside me again, but I wasn't done trying to be aggressive.

"Aww, is that the best you can do?" His horrified look asked 'what the hell do you mean?' "You get yourself a living fleshlite and the best you can manage is a few anemic hisses? If that's all you've got, I'll just march myself on up there and jump down your throat right now." That felt mean. I had no idea if I looked coy or like I was having a stroke. An actually aggressive prey wouldn't stop to ask how they were supposed to act, but I wasn't quite-

Oh. There went his shirt. What did that pointing motion mean?

"Pants." The frantic wavering in his voice communicated everything. I leaned back and unbuttoned my jeans, giving him a nice view of my ass as I shimmied my way to nudity. The bottle of coconut oil looked like a Barbie accessory in his hand, it must have been that sexy time ingenuity that allowed him to get the top off. Before I could ask what he was doing, he drizzled me with most of the contents. "How does banana sound for a safe word?"

"Cliche, but acceptable?" I responded, drippy and oily.

There were many things I wouldn't have assumed Hector to be, based on his appearance. Considerate. Cute. Submissive. As I found myself encircled by multiple sections of snake, I mentally added 'fast' to the list. His coiling muscles radiated with intoxicating power, plunging me into worshipful awe as I was massaged by the undulating confines.

"Nice try, bunny. Did you really think you could get out of this if you just sucked enough cock?" His rumbling voice knocked loose an instinctual terror, and I was distinctly aware of just how physically outmatched I was. The urge to shout 'banana' was moot as he tightened his grip to just below bone shattering pressure. The air was crushed out of my lungs, my thoughts crushed out of my head, every aspect of my personality crushed effortlessly by his awesome might. A combination of creeping corkscrewing motions and pina colada scented lube pulled me deeper into the embrace, until I was completely enveloped in a disorienting vortex of slick, corrugated, omnipresent force. I lost all sense of time, only aware of the steely surface playing with me at its leisure.

"Doesn't it just feel so natural, how easily you fit into my coils? You belong in there. You belong in me. You. Are. Food." I wanted to thrash, to grind and writhe against his shifting scales, but his weight alone would have been sufficient restraint. Cool air assaulted my face and the living room lights seared my eyes as I was squeezed partway out like a glob of obstinate toothpaste, face to glans with the dick I had been working over only minutes before. "Unfortunately for you, I really enjoy playing with my food." I could see him flexing at the edges of my cock obscured vision, biceps bulging and laced with throbbing veins. "Fortunately for you, tomorrow is arm day. Jussssssst look how big and ssssssexy and you're going to be."

Those drawn out s's would have sent shivers down my spine if my movement weren't so limited, but they were enough to convince my tongue to emerge and lap at the pre dripping out of him. Coconut and spunk made for a sweet and tangy flavor sensation. A flavor sensation I was treated to in copious amounts as his coils rotated and pushed me forward, and that firm rod once again took up residence in my throat. I caught him looking to make sure he wasn't going too fast. It would have been more torturous to go slower, I so badly wanted those little spines tickling my insides again. Satisfied that I was right where I wanted to be, he resumed his exhibisionist flexing.

"I would prefer my chocolate bunny cream filled. But you know what's even better?" His second cock penetrated the private cocoon he made around me, sliding smoothly against my cheek as his coils pumped me back and forth. "Cream filled and glazed." He lounged, languidly displaying his chiseled form as I was made to live up to my 'living fleshlite' comment, taunted by the promise of becoming glistening muscle. His breaths were coming faster, his controlled squeezing now a rigid grasp. He reached over, pulled the bottle of Tums from his bag, and downed the entire thing. "I wouldn't want you to think this was going to be fast."

"Mngmuh ee meh." The all encompassing pressure instantly dissipated, and he gently eased me off of his dick.

"Sorry!" His eyes were wide, slitted pupils nearly 2 dimensional. "Are you ok? Was that too much?"

"Pull... my ears please..."

The status quo was restored in less than two seconds. He yanked on my ears, pulling them out of the way so he could once again completely entomb me in his coils. My entire world was rich, musky filling and rock hardness in every direction. Rippling undulations increased in intensity and frequency, and I eagerly awaited his release. He was not a screamer. That would have less frightening. The sound that came out of his mouth was more like a roar with the volume turned down, harmonizing into a silent symphony with the sound of my personal items being knocked over or smashed. I must have been filled with gallons of savory seed if the amount pouring over my back was any indication. He stayed inside me for another minute, popping mints as he caught his breath. I sucked greedily, trying to eke out every drop he had to give. His grip loosened, but did not release me. With exhausted care, he raised me to his face.

"If you wanted to struggle, this would be your last chance." I wiggled a little bit. Was his face just flushed, or did he blush again? "Uhh... would it be weird if I asked you to, like, ask to not be eaten?" I shook my head with the shit eatingest grin that ever shat ate. Feelings of frantic resistance were not all that difficult to imagine.

"Please, no, let me go!" My girly voice nailed the panic, but I was smiling too much for the illusion to be complete. It was good enough for Hector though.

"Mmmmm... I don't think so." His mouth opened to nearly 180 degrees, jaw swinging like the lid to a treasure chest.

"I don't want this!" I wanted this so bad. "Please, I'll do anything!" I'd do anything to get down that throat. "I'll suck your dick, I'll bring you someone else, I'll do anything, please don't eat me!"

I would have continued to plead, had I not been struck speechless by his cavernous throat stretching into infinity. Shimmering strands of saliva dripped from teeth like a hundred glinting fish hooks, and that tongue... dear god, that tongue. Even as he dangled me with marinating stillness, it seemed to beckon like it was as excited as I was to make contact. Some inexplicably cognizant part of me noted a cool peppermint aroma. Those breath mints were really effective. My head reached the back of his mouth before his jaws sealed around me with an air of finality, leaving me with only enough room to futilely squirm.

"Please, I won't even make a good meal, you'll still be hungry!" I protested as I humped wildly against his body still holding me. He sucked on me like a jawbreaker, his throat opening and closing, offering tantalizing glimpses into my destination. Desires conflicted within me; I leaned forward to finally descend into those gurgling depths while wanting this moment to never end. And that was when his tongue wrapped around my cock like his body in miniature, expertly encouraging me to levels of bliss I'd never imagined.

"Please, can I just finish inside you?" My body was moving on its own, jerking at random on the precipice of orgasm, but I wasn't going to let myself finish before I had been well and truly vored.

His tongue didn't relent in the least, but those teasing gulps became legitimate swallows. He had me enveloped up to my waist before his tongue unfurled, leaving me seconds away from painting his chin with semen. I couldn't tell if he was swallowing me faster because that's what I wanted, or if he was simply so big that I was too small to consume slowly. The way the inside of his throat wrapped around me like a second skin, malleable flesh bulging and adapting to my presence, I suspected the former. Once I was too far to accidentally free myself, I legitimately struggled, hands grasping uselessly at the corners of his mouth. My energetic resistance was restrained as more of me slipped into him, arms pinned to my sides, legs forced together. The echo of his final swallow as my feet disappeared beyond his epiglottis was absolutely deafening.

I fell for what felt like several minutes of uninterrupted fantasy. The slime coating his insides made enchanting squelching noises as they were disturbed by my passing. My hands were free enough now to stroke myself on the journey, but I couldn't get a good enough grip to finish the job until my orientation changed to horizontal and I entered his stomach. Forget what you've seen in the videos: The inside of someone is dark as fuck. I had to revel in my other senses to fully appreciate my situation.

Admittedly, if not for his generous helping of breath mints, the acrid smell of his guts might have been enough to turn me off the whole endeavor. But how often do sexual organs smell like fresh cut spring flowers anyway? The Tums mitigated his stomach acids so that they were no more than a gentle tingling, like being poked by thousands of tiny needles, though the air was hot and stiflingly damp. Distant gurgles sounded like a lumbering dragon, the only thing I could hear over the constant sloshing and squelching. My favorite part though was the lubricious epithelial tissue that was proof of my fetish fulfilled. Movement was impossible beyond the minimal space needed for bending my elbow to grab my cock. 'I bet I don't even make a bulge', I thought, 'I could scream until I was hoarse and no one could even hear me.' Emboldened, I moaned, When no questions came, I stroked myself faster and harder, moans escalating to screams of ecstasy. When I came, my jizz was immediately dissolved by the weakened caustic liquids. Hector's stomach was so warm and comfortable, it took effort to remain awake and enjoy the afterglow.

"You OK in there? Want me to get you out? I'm a big guy, those antacids won't work forever." Hector's voice emanated from the walls of his stomach.

"Ooooh yeah, doing great. Can I stay here for just a little longer?"

"I suppose I can let you stay for a few minutes." His chuckle rocked me back and forth. "You were amazing. Thank you very much for inviting me over."

"Thank you for coming. I'm sorry my place is so small, but I'm sure we can work out a place for you to sleep."

"You want me to spend the night?"

"Well, yeah, we gotta discuss what we're going to do next time."