Immortality Now
Immortality NOW!
A story By Talonsaurn, Staring Gallows
(This was an old story I did for a few of my freinds a couple of Xmass's ago, its a bit rough around the edges still)
Vincent Rodriguez had gotten almost everything he ever wanted in life. He was young, just nearing thirty. He was health, having worked out thrice a week. He was rich, having been a cunning investor to archive that sweet 7 figure income and amass nearly 8 figures in his bank accounts already. He had more money than he could ever use. Physically he stood 5'8 and weighed about a hundred and fifty pounds. Dressing in a fine suit most people remembered the suit rather than the person inside. There was one thing Vincent wanted though, and something he couldn't have. Immortality. Today though something had caught his eye, a small add in the local paper 'Immortality Now" He was curious enough to call the number.
It wasn't cryogenic nonsense, it wasn't going to just put his name in a book somewhere and call it imortality. How it worked, well that was a trade secret. Something Vincent knew all to well, and thought it was a good sign. He had made an appointment that very evening.
Vincent found out much more that evening, he was lead into a small but very well furnished room. A young woman smiled coyly at him and offered him a very standard looking contract that spelled out the costs that were, he would abandon everything he had, his name, his job, his face, he would be taking on a whole new persona. One of the undying. He would be allowed to keep 1/10th of his wealth.
Thinking on these rules got him worried, but what was his stuff now compared to what limitless time would allow, he made a fortune once and would be quite able to make it again. A gentle carress of his face by his own hand made him wonder a moment Giving up who he was for immortality. Well he wouldn't look like this in ten years anyway, enough cosmetic surgery could probably let him get to what he wanted without a doubt.
In the end what did sell him was the promise at the very bottom of the page, satisfaction gaurentted, if you are ever unhappy with Immortality Now you can come right to this desk, sign in and recover what you get, minus a modest fee for the service. He gave a curt nod and attached his signiture. Handing it back to the secretary he took his seat, wondering about what was going to happen. She pressed a small button on her desk, opening a door and showing him the way in.
The room behind the door was sterile, white and cold. He looked around and found out that he was not alone. Two other men were here. One looking in his mid fifties, the other about his age. Each looking about the same level of confusion he had.
"So you two are here too?" Vincent said.
"Yeah, said the old man, your both so young, wouldn't think death was a concern, whats your name, I'm Luke"
"Vinci net"
"Randolf" said the other young man, ebony skin glimmering a bit in the chilly room
"What are we supposed to do" Vincent said.
The others looked confused as a voice came from somewhere in the empty room, at the same time a small pillar rose in the middle. Four small openings in the pillar revealed little of its purpose, the voice did that.
"Welcome to Immortality Now, The very finest in life preservation. We are happy to welcome you to a whole new world without worry and fear of the grim reaper, you three here today are about to enjoy an experiance like no other. Through our processes we will turn you from mortal flesh to something far more suitable for long life. However the procedure does require that you remove your clothing before hand."
A rather long pause followed, each of the men stared open eyed, certainly not having thought so far ahead but eventually, one by one they followed through, it would be a shame for the bodies to end up ageing while the faces wouldn't. At least thats the explanation they gave eachother.
"Thank you for your prompt disrobing, now we will be flooding this room with our patented age retarding gas, followed by repeated emmissions of high wavelength light. For your own protection please coat every inch of your body with the provided gell. It will protect you through this needed procedures dangerous side effects."
Vincent found the gell to be rather thick, it stuck well and smelled slightly of fish, it took alot to cover his body, it helped keep in his own body heat and was a welcome addition, keeping him from looking at the other naked men. After getting good and gooy he felt the room warm, the smell of the ocean starting to slip into the room, he felt
While the three humans were experiencing the joys of getting naked and putting a nice fishy gell on there body the head "researcher" waited in the next room. He too was in the buff. It wouldn't do to put people in an uncomfortable position. However he was used to it. Pants seldom fitted a full day and though stylish out on the town he found clothing chafed his body, it was never tailored just right. He stretched one paw out on his chair and looked at the brown fur. He wasn't human, never had been, what he was was excited. This whole scheme had seemed like a disaster until today. Who'd give up all they had for immortality? What was the fun in that. People lived and died, it was what made life worth living. He knew eventually he too would die, but he didn't care, it might be a thousand years from now the way he felt today.
He wasn't thrilled by the quality of the soon to be immortals, none really lived up to his view of what makes a body good, toned perhaps but really wouldn't even make the olympic roster. He putt his arms behind his head and stretched, splaying his legs slightly and chuckling to himself. He thought about the room, it was like the one before, empty ecxcept for the researcher. His impeccable form glimmering in the artifical light. Poolwater still glistening. Even for an "animal" he looked impressive, of course some people would find him monsterous still, but impressions were everything. He knew the speach he had planned by heart, even if the whole thing was a lie, even saying it to these humans made his stomach lurch"
"Congratulations, you are about to become one of the immortals" Gallows started, standing and looming over the three naked men "I know you have many questions, let me first explain myself. I am here in this shape because after so many years the mind craves change, i recently decided to undergo one of the most elective procedures we offer, this is the result, it isn't to all tastes, but just a taste at what is possible at Immortalty now." The otter slid his fingers over his body, showing it off "You have each payed all you could for the chance to achive similar grandure, each of you right now no longer exists, you had accidents on the way here should anyone investigate. Why is this done? It is quite simple, if you didn't age in your own skin people would be suspicious, that would be bad for all of us. None of you are striking, each of you is probably easily replaced. "Gallows waited for the gasp to fade "Honestly genelmen, rich doesn't mean special, you are about to become special. And that my freinds, is you are going to become me"
Gallows moved like a snake turning and swiging his tail around to catch luke around the butt and drag him up and close, hips to hips with the big otter, feet off the ground, legs forced together by the curling tail's low grip. The sudden turn, both literal and figuritive caught t he two young men offgaurd, Gallows left paw grabbed Randolfs head, yanking his neck for whiplash and lifting him off the ground like he was no wait at all. The fingers pressing into his mouth like a bowling ball, holding him there as the body thrashed. His final paw Slaped around vincints hips, grabbing his but with one hand, squeezing him almost like a snowcone, lifting him up to face the otters whiskery jaws at eye level. His own upper body flailing around comically. Gallows licked him from groin to face, straigtening him up in terror, the beasts breath rolling over him as he felt the three sets of struggles against him.
The massive otter grunted, feeling the struggles of vicitms made him feel trully alive, something about the sealing of people back into his body was impossible to explain. He savored it while he let his Eyes rove down to attack his meals. Gallows held the men in his grip he made eye contact with each one, staring into there eyes, his soul seemingly to rend and devour there own fighting a battle inside there very head, exuding the natural dominance. Feeling there pulses rise in terror with just the look, each set of eyes fought difrently, the old man's will was cagey, the younger black man was furious and strong but like all brawlers gallows gaze slipped in behind him and devoured the resolve with hardly an effort, leaving Ranfolfs body in pure dumbfaced shock. Vincints mind was flabby, his eyes were mezmorized by the otter, his will swallowed up without more than a token gesture, leaving his unwilling body to stare and marvel
Gallows voice now spoke deeper affecting that same soul his eyes had devoured, forcing through the brains defenses... "You will be immortal, you will each be a part of my body, recycling endlessly through my flesh, and when I die your protine will feed others i am sure"
Gallows snickered evily as Vincint managed to talk "but.. but..thats "
"Yes, That's immortality, everyone is immortal, there is no trick, but long life, that you'll get through me, your body, your essence will fuel this form, like thosands before you" Gallows snarled. Bringing both paws together, flipping Randolf over in the process, hanging him upside down next to Vincent, letting there bodies bounce against eachother "And the delicious gell you put on will only make this easier, fresh off an orca that was, very fine stuff, irresistable "Gallows let his tonge rub between the two men before he pressed them together, the sticky gell helping them to be held belly to belly, though certainly not face to face, each dealing with the others kicking legs.
Staring through eachothers legs had an admirable distractive nature for what gallows planed to do, and Randolf noticed first, eyes swirling down as the heat lifted up, he was staring into the drooling jaws of the otter, flat teeth dribbling saliva, red tongue a horrible carpet, he thrashed his head, bounding and getting battered by the own kicking of Vincent, but unable to get out the words until he found his face pressed and muffled by the tongue, Vincent own feet crushed against his ears at the same time, squirming and kicking desperately. The otters tongue rubbing his face, the thick organ rubbing its tasting organs over his lubed body, helping him slide down, his shoulders soon pressing in along with Vincent's butt. Each struggle and squirm he had would be secondary now, the bottom of the otters meal, the lube in his sandwich, of human meat. Randolf kicked despertly just the same, his face might be plunging into the tight otter gullet, making a nice bulge, but human nature wouldn't let him give up the ghost.. human nature digestes just like human meat though, and becomes ghosts... He bucked and thrashed hopelessly...
Vincent was screaming, his butt and hips were being drooled on, feeling those flat teeth against his naked buttox. He didn't care about the mans head nearby, the legs were kicking his face so much that he tried to knee back inside the crushing gullet, his own hands grappling with the otters wet face, the goo soaking into his flesh made it impossible to grab, each punch was a glancing blow. Each punch got a grunt, a tightening of the whiskery maw, a twsit of the head, and more pain down his body, staring through the kicking legs made him almost lose bowel control, it was happening, the wording of the contract was all to much ringing in his ears "How would he sign out of this if a monster was eating him whole, each swallow of gallows sent a shiver down his spine he bucked and moaned, the heat off the mouth gave him mixed feelings. He planted both hands on Gallows head, arched his back and pushed "Nooooo.." he screamed..
Gallows chuckled, sitting back down, holding the man with his tail as though it was a serpant one hand sliding behind Vincent's head pushing it foward and down, his face looking over the blacksweaty behind and into the jaws, his struggles muffled, his violent resistance just moving down now. Letting each terrifing moment ad to the flavor, each kick of both men doubled his satisfaction drawing them in with each slow gulp, his furry lops soon up to the men's chest and buttox, letting Vincent staring into his lips much closer while his feet were almost ready to be stewed up in the otters hot bath. The smell of the flesh soon t o be his just causes more and more drool to help down the prepared meal "mmmmm.. i so love this flavoring" he mumbles a s the bulge sinks deeper and deeper. The terrored panic rising in each
Soon Vincent had regressed into begging and pleading, the paws on the monsters head had stayed but the fine otter was still pressing, the brutall truth was that shoulders would take his arms down with him, and the messy hands couldn't hold on long, he cried and started to plead "I'll give you anything" He started, but was quickly silenced when the wet maw pressed over him, the tongue laping his hair, those jaws closing down, sealing away the light of the world, leaving his hands and Randolf's legs kicking from the hungry maw. The tongue scraping along his ears, splashing drool everywhere, he kicked and squirmed, half the time hitting flesh, the rest hitting the smooth stomach, splashing acids that only made him kick more. Feeling the otters own hands push his bulge in as he sunk in deeper and deepe, kneeling a round the head of his fellow meal, his own head sliding finally into the gullet.
Staring down at the middle aged man in his paws, staring in sheer awe at what was happening, not even rememebering to scream. Looking up at the closed jaws, the calfs and forearms of his first two meals twitching and still struggling he managed to get his senses and pushed away with both slimy hands. Gallows paws didn't take long to move to his hips, curling around and lifting him, letting him watch the last moments of the men's bodies in the outside world, being left alone with the monster otter and his large struggling gut. "And you are" He says "Desert"
Luke shivered. He stared at the monster and tried to speak his hands balled up and he started to punch the stomach, his knees likewise tried to hit weak areas. His naked body felt the soft fur rubbing sensuously around his back, controlling his fight like a sadistic monster, staring down at him, talking, the smell of the men still so fresh on his breath. Panting, the hairs on his back buckled up against the fishy goo, and then he seemed to have to respond "life'
"Is mine alone" Gallows replied. Luke didn't get a word out before he was being kissed, pushed against a wall, pinned tight by the ravenous otter swollen belly against his body he gulped, his eyes staring at the pitiless ones of the otter, the cagey will was caged and the beast took his meal with hardly an effort. Luke had long since realized he wouldn't stand a chance. Both predator and prey realzied this. The unspoken bond of food and eater was long since formed the otters body engulfed the mans, the smooth unresisting gell helping him along in slow hungry gulps, dragging him up from the wall. For all the savagry Luke couldn't resist finding something alluring, maybe it was his mind shutting off, trying to delude his body his fate wouldn't be so dire, he arched his back, closed his eyes and slid down, feeling the soft caress of that same gullet that just chugged down two similar meals at once. The studly otters shere dominance making him feel something was right, something was proper about immortality like this. All the while his brain screamed to stop, to resist. It was to late though, even when the brain finally snapped out, Luke's shoulders were embraced in the gullet head sagging down, his chubby legs kicking randomly, hitting nothing but air. One otter finger between the buttcheaks to push him the rest of the way and gallows was basking in a messy afterglow even as the meal continued it's inexorable slide. The big otter, sitting down in the throne he started the day at, moaning deeply around his meal. The pleasure never got weaker in eating humans
Luke gasped having forgotten to take a final breath of air, he was suffocating even as his head plowed into the two already digesting men, still kicking but inside the toters tight belly there was no room to even talk, it was just existing while his head plowed a path for the rest of him to follow down into the depths of the acid seeping otter gut. He screamed, but it didn't help, his head pressing deeper and deepe pushing aside the others to get a closer position at the pit of gallows stomach. The otters digestion took mercy on no one, the consummate consumer of all. Each of the three men would end up very much the same. Quickly dissolved into his own flesh. That being said they each moved for some time, struggling against the lack of air desperately. Fate closing in quick enough just the same. Three big meatbags for the otters broiler.. that is all the wealthy came too
Gallows stroked his stomach, savoring the struggle the twitch here, the kick there, there was something all together satisfy about eating the rich. They were such alot of things you got from a meat afterall. When you got down to it though, humans were all the same, just a matter of luck who had more things. Right now he had what mattered. With that Gallows took a bit of time to enjoy his fullness, holding back a deadening belch to give his pleasure more time to rise. The stew of otter nutrients rose as did other things and finally gallows closed his eyes and savored the predatory pleaures while his meals perished..
Gallows make a wet belch, scratched himself a bit and sighed, they would give him gas, and maybe a bit of a stomach ache, hardly quality food, but an otter with expensive tastes had to take in those with expensive bodies. He knew well his cronies would take there rolls, using a similar story to the one he used, having underwent the procedure to become an "animal" because life was boring. It had worked before, it would work again. The tendrils of his power would grow more and more, the ultimate nourishment of the ego. His men were loyal, they knew the fate of those who failed him. Immortality. They knew immortality was the last thing they'd want to wish for. He idly traced a figure on his stretched stomach, feeling the motion stop, his stomach turning the struggles into pleasing golops. Primordial ooze for his own body.
Gallows slid out of the door and leaned on the fine wood meeting room again, looking over the receptionist with a mixture of a friendly smile and something far more sinister, his stomach still bulged obscenely, and the fact of the mater was she was disposable, you had to clean up loose ends, people who might have seen him, remembered him coming in. It was a shame, she was attractive, and willing. She had been paid good all week afterall, this was only fair, he smiled down at her and spoke deeply "Hello, Maria, you want to see how the equipment works?"