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Room 43 (contains snuff)

A couple stood at a table, arguing back and forth from either side of it about what was going to be had for dinner. The man wanted pasta, but the woman just wanted some salad. Already plates had been thrown and shattered on walls, along with a favourite mug or two. The discussion was undoubtedly heated...

"For the last fucking time, I'm tired of fucking spaghetti!!!"

"And I'm tired of you trying to push this diet bullshit on me! I'm not fucking FAT!!!"

He wasn't, really. She was just the type who cared all too much about her and her significant other's images. But, they had had spaghetti for the past two weeks straight. It was the man's preffered supper dish.

"I don't give a shit if you don't think you're fat, I do, and it's embarrassing being seen with you in public! We're like the fucking number ten walking down the sidewalk!"

"Oh is that so??? Well guess what, little miss beanstalk; I happen to ENJOY my size very much thank you! I am completely comfortable with my weight, and there ain't a GOD, DAMN, THING you're gonna do about it!!! In fact, I'm cooking myself some fucking pasta!!!"

He angrily stomped over to the stove and grabbed a big pot out of the drawer on the bottom. He flicked it into the sink loudly and twisted the tap knob on so it would spew forth the needed water. He mumbled obscenities to himself, thinking the woman had possibly left to cry in their bedroom.

But she hadn't. In fact, she'd quietly grabbed a cast iron frying pan and was readying it to be swung at her loathsome room mate. It connected with a heavy thunking sound, and the man fell hard. The woman screamed and landed on his body, straddling it. He was completely unconscious and possibly dead, so there was no worries of him fighting back. None the less, the woman was not finished with him. She turned the frying pan ninety degrees so its side was facing down. She proceeded to bring it down on the man's head repeatedly, shattering his skull and killing him outright. Blood was everywhere, on her, the floor, and the cupboards. The man's head slightly resembled a deflated basketball.

The woman stood up, breathing heavily. She continued to stare at the dead man for a second before looking at the frying pan. She screamed at it this time and threw it at the TV set, which shattered inward on contact. She threw herself in a nearby chair and cried to herself. She cried for many obvious reasons, but it seemed to help little. Why had she killed him over a simple meal? Why?

As she cried, a pair of hands began to massage her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down. The woman's crying began to die down until she finally sniffled and looked up at the person who was massaging her.

"I'm sorry honey." The man said. "You know how I feel about spaghetti."

The woman blinked twice and looked over to where the man's body had been. There was nothing there. It had all been cleaned up. The blood, the body, everything. Even the broken dishes were mended and back in their places. The frying pan was no longer in the TV, and instead in its own rightful spot. The woman looked up at the man and sniffled again.

"It... it worked?" Se almost started to smile.

"Apparently so." The man said, looking into the TV screen as he continued the massage. "I was quite worried there for a while. I thought it was going to hurt, but... it didn't. There was no pain at all. It actually felt pretty good. I was awake for the whole thing, and I must say, it was quite an experience."

The woman promptly hugged her husband and a tear fell from her eye.

"I'm so glad you're not really gone. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Well, there's no reason to worry now." The man said, hugging her back and kissing her on the top of her head. "I'm here, and apparently... I'll never leave your side."

The woman looked up at him and smiled a bit. The man wiped a tear from her cheek. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke.

"So, you said it actually felt... good?"

"Yeah... it was an exhilarating experience, being killed." he looked down at his wife with a half smile. "Wanna try it?"

She smiled up at him and they shared a kiss.

"I'll grab the leather restraints." She said.

"I'll grab a knife."

~

Room 209 (contains cooking and implied vore)

A man sits in a large bath full of piping hot water. The steam can be seen coming off of it as he soaks in it up to his neck. His body tingles everywhere the water touches.

His wife of many a year comes in with a large pot of vegetables. One can see carrots, beans, potatoes and various other things in it. She pulls out a carrot and hands it to her husband.

"Is it good?" She asks.

"Very." he responds, finishing off a bite. He then hands it back to his wife who produces a knife from her apron and begins slicing the carrot into the tub. She continues like this until all of the vegetables are gone from the pot and are sliced up in the bathtub with her husband. He grins and wiggles down a bit, moving in up to his chin.

"Enjoying yourself?" The wife asks.

"Oh of course. After yesterday's little cook out, I just had to try this." He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "You know, I've always wanted to be boiled alive."

His wife smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "And I've always wanted to boil you." The husband chuckled and called his wife naughty. She giggled and took the pot out of the bathroom.

The man laid there in the tub, thinking of how he'd taste with all these vegetables. Would the broth be good for soup, or gravy? Or even a stew, perhaps? He was never much for cooking, but watching his wife do the roasts and such and seeing how much careful attention she gave to them really got him jealous of those chunks of meat. He missed the days when his wife would do the same for him. Then one day, he decided to experiment. He'd put a pot of water on the stove and boiled it, telling his wife he was making Kraft Dinner or something. When the water had come to a boil and his wife had left the room, he dunked his arm into the pot up to the elbow. He expected to be greatly punished for such an act, but there came no pain. In fact, it had been quite soothing. He could feel his skin cooking in the pot, but that somehow didn't bother him. He just stood there with his arm boiling in the pot.

His wife had then come in and screamed, running at him in an attempt to take his arm out. He looked shocked at first, but quickly protested, saying it actually felt rather nice. His wife screamed at him and tried desperately to take his arm out of the pot. When she did, the man accidentally spilled the whole pot of boiling water on her, covering most of her front. She had immediately taken in a gigantic breath, readying herself for a horrendous scream at the pain she would no doubt feel... but it never came. Instead, the breath was exhaled slowly in a very pleased manner. Her husband was right. It did feel good.

The man opened his eyes when he heard his wife returning with a gigantic pot lid. She'd found it and an odd dial on the wall of the bathroom closet. Apparently the lid fit the tub exactly, and the dial turned the floor beneath the tub into a large stove top like surface. It was prime for cooking large meals such as her husband. She put the lid on the tub and went into the closet, turning the dial to the appropriate setting. In another hour or so, she was going to have herself a very satisfying meal.

~

Room 187 (contains painless body mutilation, multi-breast, multi-arm, nipple penetration, head removal, and insertion of head into genitalia)

A woman sat down in front of a full body mirror, showing her nude form. It was quite attractive, and she quite enjoying playing with it. She started simply by sucking on a finger. She then promptly bit into it, severing it completely. But there was no blood. There was no crunch, and no bone for that matter. Just a small stub of what she'd left on her hand. It looked like shed lost the finger years ago and the wound had healed over both completely and perfectly. It in fact looked like there'd never been more than said stub on her hand. She swallowed the finger and the stub she'd been left with soon grew back into its former form of a full finger.

She moved on to her breasts, massaging them gently at first, and then gradually harder. She then moved her hands downward and started making tow small circles with her fingers just above her stomach area. This caused two new nipples to grow from those spots which in turn became a new pair of breasts. Looking at these new additions in the mirror, she found herself fondling them lovingly. But she had but two hands with which to play. She could never truly please herself with so few resources. She stuck both of her index fingers in her mouth and bit them off, producing the same result as earlier. She then placed these fingers against her sides, just under her armpits. The fingers fused to her body where they touched and were soon growing outwards into a brand new set of arms. Her missing fingers were quickly replaced as her new arms became complete. She quickly put them and her original set to work on her four sizable breasts. She squeezed, tweaked, rubbed and pinched, enjoying every little feeling. She soon found herself pressing down on one of her nipples, squishing it into her breast. She released the pressure and did it again, but this time a bit harder. She continued this until she felt a slight pop. When she pulled back on her hand, she found her finger stuck inside her nipple up to the first knuckle. She licked her lips at the thought of such an intrusion. She decided to press forward with that finger and see how far she could indeed get it to go. Within seconds of prodding, her entire finger was left wiggling around inside her tit. She smiled at this and pulled it out slightly. She noticed that her nipple stayed open slightly before closing softly against the remaining length inside it. The woman then decided she'd try another finger. She put her middle finger against her index finger and pushed inwards, finding little resistance now. Once both fingers were suitably buried, she got an idea. She spread her fingers a bit and looked at the mirror in front of her, enjoying the wonderful (if limited) view inside her breast. She then leaned her head forward and pushed her breast upwards with one of her arms, bringing her tongue to the gaping teat. She found she was easily able to insert it and move it around, exploring her own flavours. She even found that by flexing properly she could make the nipple "suck" on her tongue. As such, the woman spent a few good minutes french kissing her own breast.

Once finished with that, she figure it was time to really have some fun with herself. Her lower arms began to quickly work away at her now dripping pussy as her other arms reached up to her head. While she slowly fondled her mound, she pressed her hands against her head and pulled upwards. Her neck stretched a bit at first but soon relinquished its prize. She held her head in her hands, a half a foot above both neck and shoulders. Again, her neck now looked like it had always been headless and perfectly rounded off while her head showed no evidence of ever being part of her body. She turned her head to look at herself and chuckled a bit. She then lowered her head to her own crotch and put her own tongue to work there. It lashed at her labia as her lower hands switched from pussy duty to tit fondling. It went on like this for a few minutes and couple of orgasms before she figured she'd had enough.

The hands holding her head pulled her away from her own crotch for a second as her second set of hands came back down to her honey hole. They both took hold of a side and pulled it wide open. She could easily see deep within herself and could clearly view her own cervix. Her hands moved her head in for insertion and positioned it so it would go in top first. It met absolutely no resistance once she got past her forehead. At this point she let her own rippling vaginal walls pull her head in as her ever wondering hands each found their own respective breast. They massaged lovingly as her head moaned, being drawn in slowly by her own sex. It wasn't long before her head was resting soundly in her womb.

She stood up and used her arms to feel around for her bed. She then laid down upon it and waited for sleep to take her. She would technically suffocate, having no way of breathing in her own womb, but she would wake the next morning as if none of it had happened. She'd be back to her regular self again.

~

Room 14 (contains vore, scat, and watersports)

A man slept in a bed with his wife. They'd both just enjoyed a rousing session of hot, sweaty sex. The man had spent himself completely after the full hour and a half, but the woman was still awake. In fact, she found herself to be quite hungry. She looked over at her husband and figured he'd do quite nicely.

She crawled around to the end of the bed and grabbed her husband's feet, easily placing them in her own mouth. She then went from there, gulping him down gradually. He slept soundly as she worked her way up his body, enjoying his wonderful flavour. Soon enough she'd worked him into her belly completely and she stood there, stomach grossly bloated out in front of her. She admired it for a second before burping loudly and patting it a bit.

She then proceeded to grunt a bit and her stomach contracted around her husband, crushing him. Her enzymes and such made quick work of her husband, digesting him completely.

Her stomach gurgled a bit, warning her of what was to come. She waddled out of the room, swaying her now smaller belly from side to side. She pressed on it lightly as she walked, eliciting small poots from her backside when she did. She soon found the bathroom and turned on the light.

Her toilet did not in fact have a lid or seat as she prefered to squat while relieving herself. She walked over to the porcelain bowl and straddled it, her anus above the bowl by about a foot. She then loosened her bowels and let loose with her load. It was easily as big around as her head and as brown as mud. The fixture below her stood no chance of holding the whole thing and was promptly overflowed with the feces. It had a sweet yet somewhat pungant smell to it, since the woman never had taken a liking to the smell of actual shit. She found it repulsed her and always enjoyed a good "go" more when it smelled better. She was also urinating with the intensity of a small garden hose, splattering the floor with her golden fluids. Every time she did this, she always entertained the idea of getting a larger, more accommidating toilet. She laughed lightly as her bowels reached the end of their expulsion.

She waited a moment after all was done and turned to see her handy work. Her feet were in a few centimeters of urine which smelled strikingly similar to apple juice. But the toilet was almost completely buried in her fecal matter. She looked at it for a bit more before reaching a pair of finger behind her and rubbing them along the walls of her still gaping colon. She pulled them out, suitably gooped up with here own poo. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet smelled and sucked her fingers clean. She swallowed and thought for a second, admiring the taste.

"Hunh... Tastes like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. That's new."

She then left the bathroom and went back to sleep.

~

Room 70 (contains painless removal of genitalia, masturbation using removed genitalia as dildo, reattachment of genitalia, inflation, watersports, and the consuming of male genitalia)

Yet again we find a couple in bed with only the man asleep. This time, the man had not been up for the sex his wife requested. He'd promptly fallen asleep, claiming to have had a headache. The woman pouted beside him for a while before she decided she'd just have to do it herself, with or without him. But she'd still use him for the pleasure making.

She reached around her husband and began rubbing his stomach lightly. She then brought her hand down and found his limp member. She started jerking him off, trying to get him hard without him noticing. Luckily, the man was a deep sleeper. Once he was suitably erect, the woman pulled on his dick, stretching it slightly. It then popped off, leaving no mark upon the man's body. The woman now held what could have been the perfect dildo. It was was in fact the penis of the man she loved, hard and fully erect at 8 inches long. It throbbed lightly, as if still attached to its owner.

The woman quickly went to work, thrusting her husbands penis into her sex repeatedly, getting herself off. Her husband stirred slightly, but not much. As far as he was concerned, this was all just some great dream. The wife continued her play until she'd orgasmed a few times and started to come down from the high of having stolen her husband's cock. As she sat there breathing deeply, the slick dick in her hand, she got an idea. She'd teach him to get a "headache" when she was in the mood!

She got out of bed and looked at the penis in her hand. She looked down at her own crotch and brought the member to it. She held the base of it against her mound and was soon rewarded with the sensation of suddenly having her own cock. It was currently flaccid, but that mattered little. She ventured into the kitchen and opened the fridge, finding a full pitcher of grape juice sitting there. She quickly grabbed it and closed the fridge. She put the pouring tip thing in her mouth and began to chug the entire 4 litres or juice. Her belly bulged slightly from this, but not much. Once finished she looked down a murmured in dissappointment. She then figured she'd just use the tap. It didn't matter what she drank, as long as she drank lots of it.

She walked over to the sink and quickly put her mouth around the head of the tap. Then figuring "hey, why not?" She deep throated the whole thing, forcing the faucet, well... deep into her throat. She turned on the cold water and just let t run into her stomach. Quickly she felt herself inflating grossly beyond normal proportions. She was getting to the point where she looked like she could have been holding a whole person in her stomach. She slid her mouth off of the tap and looked down, finally satisfied with her size. The woman then walked back to the bedroom and went over to her husband's side of the bed. He was sleeping on his side, facing where she now stood. She knew what she wanted to do, but her gut was in the way a bit. She reached down and wrapped one hand around the end of her borrowed penis and held the base of of it with the other. She then pulled the member, causing it to stretch to the desired length. She opened her husband's mouth and inserted the head of the dick. She then fed it further into his throat until she was sure it was near his stomach region.

At this point she just stood there and let loose her entire belly of liquid, urinating directly into the gut of her husband. As her stomach shrank, his grew, holding an impossible amount of piss which was being donated to him by his wife. When she was finished, she looked down at her flat stomach and her snake like dick. She then decided on how to properly finish this punishment. She disconnected the cock from her own crotch and put it in her mouth. She then slurped it up like a fat, long spaghetti noodle. It curled up in her stomach and she patted her belly when she was finished. Just for the fun of it, she knelt down and took her husbands testicles in one hand, removing them (painlessly of course). She promptly swallowed them along with his dick. She then stood up and burped lightly, surveying her punishment.

Her husband was now gravidly huge in the belly area, and would have to pee badly when he awoke. But he would find that he had no way of doing so. She would then offer him his man hood back, only if he promised to please her when she asked.

She laughed inwardly to herself as she crawled back into bed.

~

Room 179 (contains implied cooking, implied semi-hard vore, a catgirl, a woman with a little surprise [which I can't for the life of me think of a proper classification for outside of outright spoiling it, which would be no fun], implied scat, and eating of said scat)

On a dining room table was a man's body from the neck down. It laid there, cooked to perfection and garnished almost professionally. Its head sat beside a woman at the end of a table who grinned at the guests sitting down to enjoy the gift her husband had given. She was completely sure that her girl friends would enjoy what she'd made for them.

The woman on her left was tall, but built. She had no defining features beyond her height. She wore a simple turtleneck and jeans. The woman to the wife's right had strange lips which appeared to be pursed at all times. She wore only a shirt and no pants or panties. She had a habit of standing up whenever she talked. The woman at the opposite end of the table was covered in black fur and had the over all appearance of a cross between a human and a cat. She had a particular taste for human flesh, and had a habit of showing up whenever she smelled it cooking. The wife herself was of moderate height and wore nothing, since this was in fact her domain.

"So girls," the wife said, "How does my husband look this evening?"

The girls all gave praise at the presentation of the meal. The husband's head grinned and thanked them all.

"I hadn't really planned on this," he said, "My little honey buns just has a tendency to surprise me with the meals she makes. One minute I'm masturbating to Animal Planet, the next my head's on the couch beside me and my body's in the stove!"

They all had a good laugh, the cat woman looking shy at the Animal Planet comment. She'd been here before and new personally that the husband had a thing for her. Luckily for them the wife was very open to that sort of thing.

"So, who wants what?" the wife asked, brandishing a serving knife. Everyone held out a platter in hopes of having it filled with a limb. The tall woman and the woman with the pursed lips each received an arm while the wife and cat lady got legs. The wife cut the foot off of her leg and put it within reach of its original owner's head, letting him chew on it.

As was with most willing meals, there were no bones in the food at all. Just meat through and through. This made things much easier for cutting and such. It also removed the frustration of having to cut around the bone and gristle to get at the good stuff.

As the others enjoyed their limbs, the lady with the pursed lips took her plate and placed it on her chair. She then sat upon the arm and moved little for a while.

When the wife noticed this, she swallowed her mouthful of thigh and spoke to the woman.

"So, I see you took my advice, eh?"

The woman waited a second and stood up a bit to respond.

"Oh yes, it was a wonderful idea. Not only was it simple and easy, but it's also quite fun. I've always wanted a legitimate reason to walk around with little clothing.

"But you know this place is very lenient on that sort of thing. Hell, it's not uncommon to see folks having sex in the hallways!"

"Yes, but I've always been rather embarrassed about my appearance. I always found some excuse to put clothes on in the morning. Switching my anus and mouth around kind of requires you to not wear pants so you can be easily understood when you're talking."

"And I'll bet it makes eating at a table less bothersome, wearing no pants and all." The tall woman suggested. The woman whose lips were in fact located on her bottom attempted a smile, but it looked a bit odd with her current facial arrangement. The others giggled a bit at this.

"You know honey, you're really good at this cooking people thing. My foot tastes fabulous!"

She blushed and thanked him for the compliment.

"He's right, you know," said the cat woman, "I don't think I've ever had a better leg of man. Is this really your first time doing this?"

"Yes it is, but I do admit to borrowing a recipe from a friend down the hall. She's been baiting new folk into her apartment for years now, cooking them up and enjoying their shocked reactions. She says virgin meals taste the best, but with the proper seasoning, even a veteran of the oven can taste like new."

They all nodded in agreement to that statement. The the anus-mouthed woman stood up and put her empty plate back onto the table. Seeing that everyone else had finished as well, the wife of the cooked man took everyone's dishes and deposited them in her sink. She then took the uneaten torso and wrapped it in a sizable amount of plastic wrap, placing it in their large fridge for left overs tomorrow. She opened up the freezer compartment and saw that she was out of ice cream. She slumped a bit, having planned to serve that as dessert.

"Well girls, I'm out of frozen treats. Looks like we'll have to do without dessert tonight."

Everyone awwed and the cat woman's ears drooped a bit.

"Oh poo," the tall woman said, "I was looking forward to ice cream."

It was then that the wife was struck with an idea. She sat back down at the table and looked at the woman with the pursed "lips" who looked back at her.

"You wouldn't mind sharing a little of your own chocolate pudding, would you? That last April Fools was wonderful, and it was a great joke to play. None of us even realized what we were eating until you'd told us. It did honestly taste like pudding!"

The anus-mouthed lady blushed deeply at the thought of her big joke from this year. She'd defecated in a few bowls and served them at the annual April 1st get together everyone on their floor attended. Not wanting anyone to be outwardly disgusted or get really angry, she'd made sure it would indeed taste delicious. The result was a wonderful fudge pudding that surprised her greatly. She'd had no idea she could make something so good in such a manner.

"Oh, I couldn't..." she said, holding a careful hand in front of her face. She was both embarrassed and trying to hide her misplaced orifice.

"But you must! It would make the perfect replacement for my planned ice cream dessert! It wouldn't be cold, but it would be quick to prepare and well worth the small wait."

"No, no really... I, I don't want to muck up your good dishes." She was really blushing now. The other women and even the severed head of the husband were pretty much pleading her to do it.

"Oh... oh fine... okay fine I'll do it." She looked away, smiling shyly and blushing deeply. The others thanked her generously. "But I'm not doing it in front of so many people. I'm still not that comfortable with my bodily functions."

"That's okay dear," the wife said as she got a few dessert bowls from a cupboard. "Just go on into the bathroom and bring us out what you can make, okay?"

"Okay..." the woman with the anus-mouth took the bowls and quickly scooted off to the bathroom. The other people waited and conversed, discussing that April Fools Day celebration with the surprise pudding and agreed that it would indeed be better than ice cream. No one who'd tried the treat had gotten angry at the surprise at all. Most had been living in the apartments long enough to have experimented with their own flavours and had thus been okay with the whole idea. All in all, it was a very beneficial trick for all involved.

Soon, the woman with the pursed "lips returned with a few bowls of neatly swirled "pudding". She sat them down in front of each of the people and they all grabbed the sppons the wife had gotten for them and ate their desserts. Many pleased reactions swept the table, complimenting the anus-mouthed lady who was wiping her mouth and "mouth". She herself had finished off her dessert in the bathroom, not wanting to dirty too many dishes. She blushed as she was complimented, but she took the compliments well enough. The women and severed head of the man all hoped she'd get over these little hurdles so she'd be more open about it all. She had a nice body, and they said they'd all like to enjoy it properly some day. She thanked them all and coughed/tooted politely into her elbow, so as not to disturb the others -though they wouldn't have minded anyway. She just prefered to be polite about things like that.

Once everyone was finished, the wife took the dishes and put them in the sink with the others. The women all got up and slowly made their way to the door as they chatted. Somewhere along the line the cat girl mentioned possibly borrowing the husband's head for the night. She promised to bring him back the next day sometime, so the wife agreed and grabbed the man. She took him over and handed him to the cat woman who stashed the head under her arm and waved good bye as she followed the others out of the door.

~

Room 415 (contains plenty of painless body modding, scat eating, awkward sex, oral/genital vore, and well... you'll see... it's vore, but it's weird)

A couple stood in a an almost completely cleared out room with nothing more than a bed behind them. They were naked, of course, as they planned quite a fun time for themselves. They began facing each other, smiling. They embraced in a kiss which lasted a few seconds.

Then the wife reached down to her crotch and pinched the top of her vagina between her thumb and index finger. She pulled forward, and in a way that could only be compared to peeling a sticker off a page, she took off her own genitalia. It looked flat and skin toned on the back side, but the front stayed the same. The space between her legs became a featureless hill of flesh, no hole in sight. The husband reached up and did the same with his mouth, peeling it off and holding it as his wife firmly pressed the back of her now detached woman hole against his face. It immediately attached itself in a way that somehow looked quite natural. The man took his mouth and pulled the lips apart. This caused it to split, becoming two separate but identical mouths. The first he placed on his wife's crotch, replacing her genitals. As it stuck to her, she puckered the lips together and stuck out its tongue, testing it. Pleased with its proper function, she helped her husband place the other mouth a bit above his own crotch region. While his hands were in the area, he also pinched at and pulled a bit of skin between the mouth and his penis. As he pulled, it grew into a second dick above the first.

The two pressed into each other, the wife kissing the cunny on her husband's face, and the two mouths down bellow engaging in some french kissing as well. When they broke the embrace, the wife turned around. As she did, the husband held her head in place. This turned her head completely around with nary a sound nor a fracture. When it did turn, her head stayed where it was put, and she was able to keep looking at her husband. She stuck out her own tongue (not the one in her lower mouth) and wiggled it a bit. As she did, it changed. It grew veins and quite literally became erect. It in fact turned into a cock. She slipped it back into her mouth and smiled at her husband. The final bit of set up was done as the husband reached down to his wife's ass. He inserted a finger and pulled up, causing what one night call "anal mitosis". Simply put, her ass hole split in two, one above the other. The wife then bent forward.

Now that they were indeed like some fleshy, abstract puzzle, they began to put themselves together, so to speak. The wife's crotch-mouth opened to accept the husband's first dick, sucking on it eagerly. The second dick was swallowed by the wife's original anus, while the second was kissed by the man's relocated mouth. As it kissed the hole, the hole returned the favour by depositing sweet, milk chocolate flavoured feces into it. The husband made a sound of approval and bent forward to lock in the last bits. The wife stuck out her cock tongue and the husband slid his borrowed vagina over it. The tongue slid int and out, in and out, creating the most intense french kiss ever. As the husband's cocks grew and shrank to simulate the rhythmic pumping of regular, mundane sex (to better increase the fecal intake of his eager mouth) the wife's tongue did the same, creating a sort of counter beat to the one given by the husband. Periodically the speeds would increase and fall as orgasms racked them both.

After an hour or so, they detached. The mouths licked their lips, the cock tongue accidentally smearing a bit of mixed cum on the wife's face. She giggled at that, and the husband made an awkward grin. As they stared into each other's loving eyes, they both got an idea. The husband took his wife and "kissed" her with the vagina on his face. She played her tongue inside of him lightly. After a second or two, the wife bit her conk tongue off, releasing it into the folds of the borrowed genitals placed on the man's face. It was taken eagerly, but it was not sated.

The husband pressed his wife's face further into his own, the female hole on it swallowing her head. She moaned as the slick opening began to engulf her. The husband pressed his face downwards to take in her shoulders and upper body. The wife was of course extremely turned on by this, but when she tried to finger herself, she found no appropriate hole for such activities. Only a mouth and two ass holes occupied the space between her legs. She soon solved this problem by pressing her hands into her stomach area, creating two holes which soon became vaginas. She fingered them eagerly as her husband used her original genitals to swallow her whole. He was soon over her breasts and was quickly making his way lower on her body. He used his hands to hold her legs and stood straight up, looking to the ceiling. Gravity helped a lot, along with the quickly lubricating hole. It wasn't long before nothing but his wife's feet were all that was left outside of his cunny/mouth. He exited the room and found a mirror in the bathroom in which he admired his huge stomach and the pair of wiggling feet in front of his face. He tickled them lightly before pressing them forward. As his hand slid inside, he longed for the feeling his wife was having... he wanted badly to be in the womb.

Then inspiration struck.

He waddled into the room with the bed and peeled the vagina off of his face. As if his wife's existence inside of him was directly dependant on said orifice, the bulge in his stomach disappeared when the vagina was removed. He put it on the floor "face" up and pressed it down firmly. Surprisingly the floor accepted it, and the hole found a home on the floor. Not too far away from the vagina, a monumental lump grew in the carpet. Immediately the husband figured that must be his wife in its womb. He regrew a mouth and grinned with it as he sank a foot into the floor's cunny. His second foot followed suit and found almost no resistance. Then, like someone sliding into a pool, he dipped his lower half in and found himself standing there, up to his waist in floor pussy. He hopped a bit, seeing if he might fall in, but he soon realized that it did in fact go to the left, in the direction of the big bulge. Considering this, he knelt down inside the opening, bringing himself in up to the shoulders. He then put his arms straight up and slid the rest of the way in. When he had nothing but his hands outside of it, he grabbed the clit and pulled. This caused it to release from the floor, and he (in all technical purposes) pulled the vagina inside itself.

There was a small "pop" as it disappeared in a puff of logic.