Commission for Chapdav
Commission for Chapdav
Features Latex, Many forms of Vore, and Macro
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A young colt wandered down an alley. The homeless equine shivered, licking over his cracked lips with a dry tongue. He needed water, he was so thirsty. It seemed like forever since he last had water.
Then he saw it. A jug filled with a clear fluid, just sitting out behind a door. He hefted up the plastic jug by its handle and shakily opened the cap with a weak hoof hand. With it off, he opened his muzzle, and started to pour the clear fluid in. Instantly he was rewarded with a rich, cool smooth sensation running down his throat, the ache in his lips gone, the pain in his sinuses fading, his tongue becoming smooth and slick again. He didn't notice that what spilt out of his muzzle before he could swallow was making his fur lay down where it touched, slickening out, even as his belly started to stretch with the sheer volume of fluid he was taking in.
The colt ran out of liquid from the jug to drink, and flopped down on his rump, panting and holding his belly, which was so taut and round that it looked... shiny? His stomach rumbled, and he groaned as the cool sensation spread from his belly outward, and as it did so, the glistening look to his body spread as well. He watched in fascination and horror, knowing it wasn't water that he filled himself with.
His belly slowly shrank down to flat as the changes persisted, his whole body stretching out in all directions as the volume was added to his own. Finally it was done. The young equine found himself as tall as a full grown shire, sleek and slick all over, his matted, dirty mane and tail turned to almost liquid tresses of shimmering black, his scruffy brown fur turned to exquisite chocolate, glinting in the light.
He felt over himself, panting, "Oh... I... I guess I didn't drink a poison after all..." He perked as his hoof made a squeaking noise against his chest. He seemed to be made out of some kind of rubber, now.
His belly rumbled in protest. Now that he didn't feel thirsty, he remembered how long it had been since he ate something, and something smelled delicious on the air. Following the scent, the glistening colt found... a recycling bin.
He didn't care, opening the bin and grabbing anything he could. He was stuffing plastic bottles and containers into his muzzle, feeling them melt as they slid into his body. Slowly he grew as each bit of plastic added to his material and the mass redistributed...
Before long he was ten feet tall, and the bin was empty. His belly rumbled. That was all tasty, but he was still hungry, and for some reason his rump ached. He sniffed at the bin itself, then tentatively took a bite, the plastic melting into his maw at contact with his broad teeth. He licked his lips, then started stuffing the rest of the bin into his muzzle.
A loud swallow filled the alley as the bin stretched and filled out the rubbery stud. He felt over his belly as it burbled and flattened, his whole body growing once more.
The young stallion looked around. He just noticed that everything seemed smaller than before. He didn't dwell on this for long though, because soon his nose told him there was more delicious plastic and rubber in the alley. He licked his lips with a squeak and swished his tail. There was a pile of used bike tires that looked delectable. Clomping over, he crouched down and started stuffing the deflated rings into his muzzle, moaning and swallowing more and more, feeling them fill his belly, though his form would melt them away too fast for too many to gather inside him at a time. And when he finished, his belly flattened out soon after.
Standing up again, the equine found himself about 30 feet tall. Now he dwelled on the fact that everything seemed smaller than before, panting squeakily. He moved to sit down at one of the raised doorways in the alley.
As he sat, a door opened and a wolf stepped out, right into the path of the lowering shiney posterior. The lupine stared upward, dumbstruck by the giant horse rump bearing down on him from above, not even thinking about how it glistened.
There was a squeaky squelch, and the equine moaned out, his rump meeting cement as his tailhole was spread around something long and wriggly. He instinctually flexed, panting, and felt the wriggling thing slip up and into his sleek form, his belly soon deforming, his sheath spreading to reveal his arousal with a wet squeak. Unlike the other bulges, this one stayed around longer, and kept moving, "Ooooh..." The equine ground his rump against the ground, flicking his fluid tail about in pleasure, not realizing it was sliding into the building behind him, growing longer...
A hyena looked up as a long, slick series of cords whipped into the room, and around him. He kicked and struggled, unable to call out as three had gagged his muzzle, and they were now dragging him out of the room. He panted weakly, squirming as he found himself dragged to the alley and something he never thought he'd see. The other end of the slick tendrils was a giant rump, of which he was apparently caught in the tail. He had little time to think otherwise before the tail nonchalantly stuffed his head and shoulders into the suddenly exposed shiny tailstar.
The big horse moaned out, his shaft pushing out into the open as something else long and wiggly started to work up into his rump, "Uhnn... Wish I had tried this sooner..." he muttered, one hoof reaching to start grinding against his swelling arousal as his belly gained another squirming occupant, and his tail went on the search for more squirmy bodies to please his ass.
A skunk looked around, unable to find his coworkers, a wolf and hyena. They were needed up front right now. He took a step back into the next back room, and yelped as something lashed around his ankles. He toppled to the ground, hard. Dazed, the mephit looked down at his feet, eyes widening to the sight of long shimmering tendrils wrapped around his ankles and lower legs, starting to drag him out and towards the alley. He clawed at the floor, but the tendrils undulated and wrapped around his arms and torso before they resumed their task in stealing him away. He shuddered as the cold outside air hit him, and cried out as his world was plunged into tight, rubber scented darkness.
Bellowing, the equine leaned forward, pressing his rump against the doorway as his tail worked to feed his ravenous backside, stroking his shaft harder as it lengthened. His bulbous head leaked pre against the stoop across the alley as he pressed his forehead at the opposing building, closing his eyes to enjoy the feelings of little wiggly things getting caught, dragged to him, and stuffed up and in. He didn't realize he was growing again, as the first of the little meals melted into his rubberyness.
A fox yawned, opening his back door to find himself staring at a massive cock, at least twelve feet long, and a couple feet thick. He tried to take a step back, but he had stepped into something slick yet sticky, and he yelped, unable to keep himself from slipping. Oddly each time it was slippery, he slid towards the leaking slit of the flared head, and each time he stuck it was when he was trying to get away. He whimpered as his foot found the protruded slit, and the shaft clamped down, tugging hard, most of his leg sliding out of sight as the other bent up against his body. He didn't have time to think about the fact that he had gained a lot of flexibility before with a sluck he was slurped all the way into the massive arousal, sliding down the long tunnel at its underside before he fell into a small egg-shaped chamber.
The horse huffed, bucking his hips a bit and leaking even more preseed, the puddle spreading into the building before him as his sac distended with its first meal, his tail still working to feed his rump. He panted and whinnied, face grinding to harsh bricks with no harm to his slick form, though he felt something shatter, and heard a scream. He opened his eyes to see a broken window, and inside, a raccoon. He went on instinct, and his fat tongue stuffed through the window frame, and tugged the procarynid out of the building and swiftly into his muzzle. He suckled for a few moments, as his rump and shaft each gained themselves another meal, before he tilted his head back and swallowed, "Oooh... I wonder where all these little delicious people came from..."
That didn't seem to matter. He stayed in that spot, his rump wedged against one doorway, his shaft starting to push into the other, as his orifices fed on little people, adding delightfully squirming shapes to his insides, which would slowly melt away as they struggled. He panted, and stuffed his tongue into other windows, delighting in the squirms and screams of the people he caught, amazed at each being so surprised. Surely he had been noticed by now? Or was he eating everyone as they noticed? That was possible at the rate he was devouring. He shuddered and pushed against the brick wall with his hooves and back in a stretch, and there was a rumbling. He perked, and then grunted, sprawling out suddenly as the buildings on either side of the alley buckled under his force, leaving a fifty foot equine laying in a pile of rubble, rubbing his twenty foot erection with a dumb grin, "Oooh... guess I ran out of squirmies in these places..."
Slowly he stood up, stretching out as his shaft leaked thick latex pre down onto the ground, and sniffed the air. He perked, seeing a city bus stuck in the traffic caused by a building falling over. He licked his lips and grabbed the occupied vehicle, turning around as he set it upright on its rear bumper, flagging his long, slick tail out of the way.
The driver got quite the eyeful of the tunnel he found himself driving into, against all his passengers' will.
The massive horse moaned and pushed down over the bus, the stretching feeling of the vehicle so nice after such small wiggling things. It wasn't long before his rump met the pavement and the bus was driving its way towards his gut. Standing up, the equine rubbed the new weight in his belly as he smelled something very attractive on the air. He saw a factory a half mile away, and grinned, his massive hooves coming down with a thud and crunch of metal or bodies each time he took a step. The formerly pathetic, homeless equine felt so incredibly powerful, and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way. The wonderful scent lead him to the back of the factory. He leaned down and in, looking around. There was a giant metal tank, labeled "LIQUID LATEX".
Grinning, one hoof hand shoved through the broad windows of the factory, and grasped the tank, yanking it out of its riveted supports and the building entirely as he stood upright, accidentally caving in the wall and part of the roof with the arch of his swinging equine rod. He licked his lips and bit into the tank, swallowing as he began to drink, closing his eyes as sirens started to sound all around him. He finshed the tank full of latex and tossed the giant twisted metal drum over his shoulder, perking as he looked down, finding the world quite a bit smaller again, and his hindhooves were surrounded by police cars. He grinned down and kicked one of them, leaving the corresponding officer exposed as his cock leaked a long drooling drop of latex right on him. He watched, licking his lips as the drop wrapped around the canine, engulfing him, before his cock contracted, reeling the catch right back up and into his massive arousal.
After a stunned moment, the cops opened fire. The horse blinked. He felt an odd tickling in his legs, but nothing worse as round after round buried itself into his synthetic form. He grinned again as he heard cop after cop run out of their loaded magazines, and took the moment to lash out his tail, the individual strands of slick horsehair each spreading out, snagging a different cop, and then curling up on itself to stuff the whole responding police force up and into his ravenous ass one at a time, squirming all the way up and in after the long melted bus.
Whinnying, the horse felt himself growing again, and grinned at the smoke stack of the factory. It was just the right size now for him. He walked over, stretched his legs out a bit, and sat down onto the towering chimney. He moaned out and jacked hard at his shaft as he felt the long smooth protrusion spreading out his insides, squishing past the melting cops and up into his chest. He ground his rump against the roof of the factory when he settled there, feeling the heat of the furnaces against his cheeks and inner walls, before there was a crumbling sound, and the whole shaft broke off inside him. He cried out, his cock lancing out long cords of latex out across the parking lot, entwining hundreds of employee's vehicles in a net of horse seed, every line leading back to the equine shaft.
The massive equine groaned, slowly absorbing the smokestack as his cock went to work dragging the cars it had in its clutches back to re-fill his testes, each now as big as the tank of latex he drank. As his shaft fed, he reached around, and grinned as he found a tanker truck, shoving it up under his tail, grinding against it as car after car descended to its new home, many occupied with the employees who had thought to escape before the roof collapsed.
He kept growing and growing, a whole parking lot of cars giving him quite some mass, and helping re-enforce his internal structure with strong, lightweight materials. The still mainly latex equine stood as his balls burbled the last sedan away into seed and mass for his body, turning to look around. Downtown called to him. So many slick looking buildings, all of them looking like something he'd love to shove under his tail, and indeed, he thought, he would love to. He started to clomp his way towards the skyscrapers he now rivaled, his hooves nearly the width of two lanes on the road, each.
He perked when he arrived at an elevated train track, and grinned darkly, seeing trains coming from both directions. He straddled the tracks, and pushed his cock down level with the rails as he raised his tail. He panted heavily in anticipation. He cried out in bliss as the trains collided and forced themselves into his body with their momentum, his cock and rump flexing and pulling at the same rate, trying to fill themselves with the populated train cars. His gut and sac got heavy and bumpy as car after car sank in, before the back car of each slid out of sight. He rested there, rubbing his shaft for a few more moments, his body swelling as his belly and sac smoothed out, "Oooh... gotta try that again sometime..."
He stood up again, definitely taller than the nearest skyscraper now, walking nonchalantly over to its slick, pointed architecture. The building had been shaped to have no flat roof, but a sleek, curved point, which got narrower at the middle before widening out at the base. It looked like the perfect toy. He grabbed the building in his hooves and pulled, grinning as the weak part, the collaring in at around the fifth story, broke, while he turned around, aiming the top spire at his ravenous puckered anus.
The shining stud backed up and moaned with bliss as he was penetrated with the huge artistic building, shoving his hips back and flexing to take more of it in, not caring that the next wave of opposition was arriving. He paused a moment, reaching out to grab a helicopter in his hand, and stuffing it down his throat whole. He hummed to himself, resuming his stuffing of his rump, keeping the broken point against itself like a hinge as he backed up, the building getting more upright with every step he took back, before he could feel the top of the building in his chest and his hooves were on either side of the base. Though his body was already working on melting it down when the tanks trained their weapons on him.
He pondered, and grinned, stroking his cock hard as he began to sit down over the rest of the building, licking his lips as the top of the building became a part of him before it could push out of his throat and muzzle. He sat down fully, rump stretched wide over the base of the building and cried out, aiming his shaft carefully. The tanks each got a shot of hot, gooey latex across them, sealing the barrels and the hatch to escape. When he ran out of tanks to shoot, he aimed upward, and caught a helicopter with his last shot.
The flying vehicle couldn't take that kind of weight, and got dragged right into the hungry cock, the first tank soon to follow on it's path. He hummed idly to himself as his body dragged in his opposition, as well as claimed everything in the building in his colon. Or rather, the building that was in his colon, but was now a part of him. He stood up, walking to the next building, dragging tanks by their latex cum leashes as he raised his tail, a simple jump allowing him to get his hips over this next one, groaning as they spread out over it, and his hooves began to sink back to the ground, even as dangling tanks were pulled one at a time towards his churning globes of seed.
As his rump met the foundation, the equine panted. There were a hell of a lot of buildings left. He had his work cut out for him.
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