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This story contains Vore, Sexual Situations, and Bowser. If one or more of these things makes you wanna vomit. Please turn around now. then turn back, and click away, because really, turning won't do a whole lot to get this off your screen.

***WARNING***

It was the chance of a lifetime. All the dreams you've had, the fantasies you've played, they're finally about to come true; Bowser, his bulk of evil looking down on you. His snide red eyes glazing over your body like a prize waiting to be claimed. You look back, analyzing his own ribbed torso that outlined his chest and rotund gut. His big beefy arms, clad in spiky metal gauntlets, were capable of crushing you without a second thought. You wished to stroke your fingers through his mane of red fiery hair and feel the smooth surface of his polished white horns.

"Come with me." He demands in his gruff growl of a voice, it makes you melt inside every time. Bowser Gives you a final look over and turned towards his castle. Bowser didn't wait for you; he knows you're going to follow, he's king Bowser and he's seen you eying him whenever you get the chance. You watch as his heavy tail, lifted just slightly from the ground, sway to the footsteps of the thunderous beast. Nervously you follow the huge draconic turtle into his castle.

The wooden drawbridge raises itself as you enter the huge stone castle. At first the goomba's and koopa's seem to ignore your existence, like this was normal. But then you notice some of them catching glances when they think you're not looking. Some look worried, some grimace and turn away, some even look sad. You shake your head, paying close attention to the mountain of royalty before you.

It was a long walk through the castle along the red carpet leading you both to the throne, then past it, to a door behind the gigantic golden seat. You look ahead at Bowser, not shying from a look at his toned behind underneath the huge spiked shell, the chubby round cheeks beneath his tail. You grope your own growing shaft beneath your tented trousers, barely able to wait.

Bowser takes a ring of keys out from under his shell, and selects one to open the door, taking his time in going through each key. You swear you could see him looking back at you and smirking as you groped yourself, and stop. Bowser swings the door open with an eerie creek and his massive bulk turns to invite you in, still not saying a word. He glares down at you, knowing. Dark read eyes combined with a lustful smile made him even more attractive as you pass by.

Once inside, Bowser follows and closes the door behind him with a slam of the door and a click of the lock. The room was pitch black until Bowser took a deep breath and lit a torch beside the door. Then, like magic, every torch circling the room lit up at once and filled the place with light.

"This is my room." He grumbled. Bowser's voice was filled with a cocky superiority. The room was fairly bare, the walls and floor made of the same rounded cobblestone as the rest of the castle, red banners hung between each set of torches. A chest with a few fire flowers and coins sat in one corner, a cage hanging by a chain in the other. Against the far wall was a huge four poster bed with red sheets and drapes flowing from the top with spikes at the top and bottom of each pillar.

"Only me, and whoever I choose can enter this room." Bowser continued, crossing his arms. You turn to look at him and nod nervously. "And tonight," he raises a finger and points, "I choose you." You swallow nervously and give a weak, shaky smile as the thundering koopa walked around you and approached the bed.

Quickly, you follow him as he lumbers onto the massive mattress and rolls onto his shell, giving you a good look at his gut and the package underneath. You hastily try to scramble onto the bed, but Bowser stops you with a clawed hand.

"Uh-uh!" he says with a smirk. "Take off your clothes first, kings orders." He demanded. Your heart is pounding as you begin to remove every annoying article of clothing, your shirt, your pants, socks and shoes, and especially your underwear. You let your hot throbbing erection bob in the air, free of its elastic bonds and you hear Bowser give a rumble of pleasure, or was that his stomach?

"Very nice, no match to me of course." The king said, using a clawed hand to fondle his hefty balls. He was right, you were no match for him, but that didn't dissuade you.

"Alright." Bowser said, relaxing his shoulders, "Get onto the bed, and get to work. You don't have much time." Bowser gave a cocky smirk.

Without a second thought you scramble onto Bowser's bed. The towering lug was already several feet taller than you and his girth made him even bigger. You start at the obvious point, Bowser's huge fleshy cock; half as big as your own body, and just as thick. It was so soft to the touch with a round metal piercing at the base of the head.

You grab Bowser's dick in your hands, only able to get your arms around the girth of the beast. You pull yourself towards his cock with a grin, nuzzling and rubbing your face against he soft silky smooth warmth of the length, smelling the king's powerful musk. You reach a hand beneath his sac, caressing the basketball sized balls delicately within the soft yellow scales.

A grumble of appreciation rose from the king's chest as you began to knead and rub over Bowser's massive boner, now using your tongue to please him.

"Oh yeah, that's great." You hear him growl, shifting his legs before you as you sat on his stomach. His cock tastes meaty, the slight splash of salt in the aftertaste. The musk from his silky shaft was fogging up your head and you hug it close. You want more; you want to taste it, to feel it all over you, to remain eternally with the hot member, consumed by Bowser's hot sexy musk. You know you couldn't fit his second head into your mouth, but you try anyway; the slick, metallic taste of his shaft filling your senses.

You hug the hot, pulsing slab of meat to your body, rubbing a hand over the head as slide your legs between his own and underneath his heavy balls. The warmth you feel from those genitals was astounding, like you could curl up next to them in a snowstorm, perfectly naked, and sleep through the whole thing.

Bowser's mammoth hand comes around and curls around you from behind, rubbing your back in a soft movement as you held his cock in your arms. You wiggle your butt against one of his huge finger and moan. You can hear Bowser's own breathing becoming ragged and forced as you rubbed your body against his massive hot shaft. Gobs of sweet, sticky pre-cum was sliding down the meat in crystalline drops. You extend your tongue and lick up the under side of the king's mighty cock, catching the huge droplet's into your mouth, tasting it over. Bowser groans at your intimate attention. He presses his hand against you, squeezing you to his cock and stroking his tip with a clawed thumb. You moan in ecstasy as your nostrils fill with the hot musky air, Bowser beginning to rub himself with you harder and harder, faster and faster. Leg's tensing and growls sounding. The pre stopped flowing and you could feel Bowser's mighty shaft pulse under your arms. Finally; great gobs of volcanic white seed spurts out, covering you and a good portion of King Koopa's round stomach in the musky fluid.

You smile, covered in Bowser's hot spooge as you let his heavy, spent shaft lay to rest against his thick, scaled thigh, turning around and crawling up his belly to rest your head against his chest, the warmth of the koopa king's ribbed underside making you drowsy after your endeavour. Then you hear his belly rumble. The loud, hungering sound vibrates through your hips as you look up at the dragon king. He smiles back at you.

"Mmmm, looks like your time is up." Bowser grumbled with a smile. His strong arms wrapping around your body in a gentle, yet firm hug. You weren't just Bowser's pleasure for the night; you were Bowser's dinner as well. "Ready to be part of something greater, stronger, and better looking?" the smug king said, his face contorted in an evil smirk. "Ready to become king?"

You stare at the face of your predator, watching him run his heavy pink tongue over his lips as he looks down at you, hungrily. You know no matter what answer you give, King Koopa will get what he desires. You gulp down some building saliva, Bowser placing a large scaled claw over your shoulder with a grin. He knows the decision you're going to make and you know you have no choice.

Slowly you nod your head, always looking up at that huge mountain of a beast. A warm, rumbling sensation rose up from his empty belly underneath your rump as you coyly stroked his ribbed chest, tracing his scales under a finger. Yawning his maw wide, Bowser began to drag you closer, giving you a clear view of his throat and tongue, that pink muscle sliding over his lower jaw like a carpet, greeting you as you were forced to approach.

You whimper as the hot wet tongue lathered you in slimy drool as Bowser's hot, putrid breath fills your nostrils. You try to climb into Bowser's waiting gullet as the rippling muscles of his throat expand, a loud belch deafening your ears; Bowser's belly vibrating with a hungry rumble.

Impatiently Bowser reaches his claws around your back end silently telling you to hurry up. You hesitate, your hand sinking into his flesh as you put it on his fat, wet tongue. You want stop and feel his powerful grip on your rump, and his control over your actions, but another impatient push from Bowser forces you further into his jaws, his massive pink tongue pressing against you and covering you in a thick layer of hot, sticky spit. A moan of pleasure escapes into the hot cavern. Teeth surrounding you like moving bars of a cell. You feel about the fleshy insides, pressing your hands into his squishy cheeks and throat as the excitement of being devoured sinks into you.

Another push of Bowser's hand and your waist slides into his lips, which close around you. You wrap your arms around the back of the behemoth's soft tongue as best as you can, nuzzling your face into it's wet surface and looking down the huge rippling gullet. Your naked cock feels so good against his hot tongue and you begin to hump your hips against it. Up and down, up and down, the repetitive motion rubs over your shaft, pushing you close to the edge of climax.

Your motions begin to get faster and faster, drool slipping between Bowser's lips and down your legs. You hear a hearty chuckle come from the throat before you, reverberating around the fleshy walls. Before you could finish your own sexual relations with Bowser's huge tongue, you feel your surroundings shift and gravity begins to pull you towards his rippling throat.

Your head gets lodged in the tight ribbed tube, drool sliding into the darkness before you. You can hear Bowser's heartbeat pumping away somewhere close by as the behemoth's tongue curls up between your legs. You continue humping your crotch against the moist red carpet with anticipation. Your head begins to feel light with the combination of heat, lack of air, and energy rushing to your hips. Your shoulder's slip into Bowser's wet gullet next. The pulses and ripples making loud 'glucks' and 'glorps' as the throat muscles constantly tighten and loosen around you to pull you down.

A rumble rises up from Bowser's chest, a groan of pleasure, telling you that you taste absolutely delicious, and there's no way you're turning back now. Another lewd gulp around you and his greedy throat pulls your chest down along the soft flesh of Bowser's tongue, gulping you down. Bowser's fat lips tighten around your calves and with a sudden intake of breath, he sucks in your legs. Quickly they're covered in hot, slimy saliva with his needy, greedy tongue as it tastes over your flesh.

Another strong gulp, your belly and hips slide into his throat next. The constant smells of the putrid tank below filling your nostrils as you continually grind your shaft into the walls of Bowser's ravenous gullet, feeling the soft yet firm muscles caress your body like a massage. Finally you feel everything coming to a climax; your legs slip into Bowser's bulky throat joined by an extra coating of hot, sticky drool, your shaft pulses and balls slide up to your body as you begin to spurt hot seed along the wet tunnel that now held you.

You take a deep breath of putrid air. The constant undulations of Bowser's throat don't even slow as you slide downwards. And they shouldn't. You're his food now, and you know this fact. Your fate is now little more than a joyful waterslide to fill up the King's hungry tank. Soon your face presses up against a tighter knot in Bowser's throat, the flesh feeling firmer than the rest of the throat has been so far. Soon it opens up and lets your head and shoulders slide in. You're finally entering Bowser's rotund belly. You slide slowly into the fleshy gut, the gurgles and grumbles you heard on the outside now sound like earthquakes in comparison as it hungers for your body. Even the smells were magnified to the hundredth degree, a mixture of gastric juices and the remains of previous meals completed a cocktail of absolutely horrid smells. But it didn't matter to you much. As you flopped into the hungry belly walls, you could feel and hear Bowser patting his stomach with a hefty claw. You curl up against the soft stomach walls, the air growing thin around you. A loud groan vibrated the belly walls around you and suddenly the air within the belly disappeared, you being hugged from all sides by a warm blanket of flesh as you fall asleep.

*****

Bowser gave a hearty belch after his meal slid into his belly, giving the big tank a few pats and rubs as his prey got comfortable in his new home. He grabs the discarded clothes from the floor and uses them to wipe up the sticky mess on his distended gut. He tossed the clothes aside to be picked up by his koopa servants later and rolled onto his bulging belly, rubbing the firm midsection lovingly before pulling his sheets over his bulk and falling asleep, quite contented.