{"sf1_id":166219,"sf2_id":"zeRLbxKn","title":"Atligili","author":"kohath","words":737,"posted_at":"2010-08-01T14:13:00.000Z","tags":["Alligator","Body Control","Costume","Human","Mind Control","NC","inflatable","vore"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/166219-atligili","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRLbxKn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e4/82/e482a71a-51f5-44cb-ae8d-d3221ba2d87c","description":"#1 of Monsters and their Victims","content":"I looked at the costume in its box and tried to hold out against the temptation to wear it again. I didn't want to wear it--_it_ wanted me to wear it. It compelled me. But I didn't want to wear it. I had only worn it three times since I'd gotten it, and each time....\n\nThe fear was exciting--addictive. I didn't want it to be. I didn't want to think about it.\n\nI knew if I thought about it, it would get into my mind again.\n\nAnd if it got into my mind, I would wear the costume again.\n\nAnd if I wore the costume, the monster that it was would get hungry again.\n\nAnd I was already running out of stuff.\n\nBut I couldn't stop looking. The fear was exciting--addictive. It _compelled_ me.\n\nIt was a gorgeous alligator suit, the kind that inflates around you and makes you look like a big shiny pool toy when you're wearing it. Just then, though, I thought it looked kind of sad, stuffed in its box all rumpled like it was. I never did put it away properly... after the last time, when the thing's hunger had faded and I was in control again, I hadn't taken any chances: I'd hid it away as quickly as I could.\n\nIt was a shame to mistreat something so valuable. I figured I ought to at least fold it up properly.\n\nWhen I picked it up, though, I knew I was trapped again.\n\nIt was the _smell_ of it that grabbed me, that pure smell of vinyl, or whatever it was that it--that _he_ was really made of... it entered my nose, bypassed my brain, and took hold somewhere deep in my gut.\n\nBefore I had realized what was happening I had already torn my clothes off--and I mean I literally ripped them from my body. I didn't know I had that kind of strength in me. The smell was so powerful! He shouldn't have smelled so clean--I'd left him covered in the remains of what he'd eaten--crumbs and spills of food and drink and worse... the paint, I couldn't convince him paint wasn't for drinking, and he'd gone through five cans and it was so sour in my stomach--and the blood, I'd forgotten... how the cat had struggled... but _he_ was clean now, somehow, and...\n\n...and those memories were fading away again now, now that he was controlling me again. I climbed into him through the opening in his chest. I closed up the airtight seal and pulled up the oversized costume zipper that covered it. And I turned on the built-in pump under his tail that would give him his shape.\n\nHe never spoke, but I could feel his satisfaction: I was his dependable slave, even though I was unwilling. I felt his hunger, too. I watched his reflection in my bedroom mirror as the air filled him fat and round--_so beautiful, so majestic_, were the thoughts in my head, but whether they were his or mine I wasn't sure--and as soon as he was full he stretched out, hopped on his big feet experimentally, and barreled purposefully out the door.\n\nMy house, as I mentioned, was already mostly empty. The beast sniffed at the air and, though I didn't smell anything, he must have gotten wind of something. He bounded into the kitchen, the wobble of his body pushing hard against my skin. The kitchen cupboards were still empty; I hadn't dared to refill them since last time and I'd been eating out.\n\nHe grabbed the trash can.\n\n_Please, no_, I pleaded.\n\nHe opened his jaws wide, forcing mine open as well, much wider than should have been comfortable for me. He poured in the contents of the trash can, and I tasted Styrofoam, greasy fast-food wrappers, and a few day-old French fries.\n\nI felt like I was going to be sick as the monster forced me to chew and swallow. But _he_ wouldn't get sick, so neither would I, no matter how much I wished it.\n\nThe gator moved a big paw down over his belly. I knew what he was thinking: _Still empty..._\n\nHe sniffed around again, but I could tell nothing left in my house interested him. He barged out my door and stepped into the street, and I trembled inwardly at the beast's thoughts... a very clear picture of the meat we would have today.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Monsters and their Victims","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/526262-changes.json"}}