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[i]Ba-doot-dunk.[/i]

I heard the sound echo out of my jeans pocket. It was an unfamiliar one, nothing I had ever programmed to my phone for any kind of notification. The thing buzzed in my pocket, and yet there I was looking around the living room to see if anyone had left their phone at my place, an unlikely possibility given that I hadn't had a visitor in ages. There wasn't one on the coffee table or the couch cushions, so with a frown I reached into my pocket and pulled the phone out to see what was up. A click on the power button lit up the screen and revealed who and what had triggered the alien jingle:

[center]CVAnon1380 wants to talk to you!

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Accompanying it was the logo of an app I hadn't seen in a very long time: the red-painted lips of a woman open around a heart shape, teeth sunken into the organ ever so slightly. It rang a thousand bells in my head, though the name of the app escaped me at that moment. It wasn't printed next to the notification. What the hell was it? Heart starting to race a little, I tapped the notification and unlocked my phone. Immediately I was brought to the front page of an app I hadn't opened in months: Chomp, the anonymous dating app for freaky folk looking for freaky lovers.

It all came rushing back to me. I'd run into the app on a binge of creating several dating profiles, each one an attempt at finding someone to either settle down with long term or live out my sexual fantasies with, perhaps both. Chomp was definitely the seedier of the bunch, offering totally anonymous messaging and no limits to what could be listed on someone's bio. Raunchy desires were not only allowed by encouraged. A brief glance at some other people's accounts revealed some rather jarring interests, even for me. I wasn't one to judge. My hopes of running into a well-hung woman who would have her way with me, a hunger I made blatant on my profile, meant I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a vanilla sex life.

Against my better judgment I made a profile under the name JasonWantsIt. It felt a bit cringeworthy at first, but at least it got the point across. I posted a headshot of myself, a description of who I was looking for, what I was into, and an invitation to message me if any gal happened to meet those parameters. Results were mixed, at best. If there were any cannon-packing women out there ready to fuck my brains out, they either didn't see my profile or didn't think me cute enough. I messaged a few handsome, panty-stretching specimens that I found but got no responses. There were some takers who found my profile, but not of the type I was willing to submit to. You may accuse me of being a choosing beggar, but I figured that if I was going to get what I wanted, why settle for a sample when I wanted the whole meal?

After a while I stayed off the app. I didn't message anyone and soon enough I wasn't getting any messages either. That was until now, when a certain CVAnon1380 was knocking on my door, wanting to chat. The three line menu button in the top right of my screen had the number 1 in a bright red circle, beckoning me to click it. Curious and a tad excited, I did. At the top of my messages was that of CVAnon's. In bold, unread letters it read: [b]Hey~[/b] The profile picture, in a circle next to the message that was too small for me to get a good look at, was of a woman's midriff. Her dark fur-coated skin was studded with thick, rigid abs. I could see the top sliver of tight, navy blue gym shorts and her matching sports bra. The one arm not holding the camera was brawny and bold, bulging at the bicep and riddled with veins down her forearm. From what I could see I could tell she was a horse.

She had my attention. Without another thought I tapped the message. There was the chat menu. Above the message bar it said “CVAnon1380 would like to chat. Do you accept?" I all but slammed “YES" and the message bar became available to me. I was compelled to say “Hey!" back to her, but held myself back. [i]I should check her profile first.[/i] I clicked her image and her page popped up a second later.

It more than met my expectations. The portion of her profile picture cut off by the circular preview were now on full display on my screen, leaving precious little to the imagination. I could see her from mid-thigh up to her neck, a disciplined array of taut athleticism. Falling onto her shoulders in a razzled cascade was her black mane.

Most important, however, was the fat cock bulge that erupted against her gym shorts. Horrendously swollen, it stretched the velveteen fabric to her skin like shrink wrap, running the shorts up her legs until not even the bottom cusp of her glutes were hidden. I could see the bulbous contours of her scrotum, no doubt bigger than my combined fists. Slung over that fat purse was her cock, the specific curves and details of which were impressed on the fabric like a mold.

It could've easily been fake. Maybe she'd glued some gag prosthetic to herself or, more likely, was a pro at Photoshop. None of that occurred to me. That beautiful array of feminine masculinity had me enthralled. After I was done inebriating myself on her physique I read her bio:

Hey there~ I'm looking for someone cute to snack on. Think you can handle me? Feel free to send a message~

Whether or not I could actually handle such a leviathan monument to fecundity, again, did not cross my mind. I was already rushing back to the chat, rapidly tapping away my response:

Hey! How are you? I saw your profile! You're gorgeous! Is that real?

I hit send. A moment later I realized that my heart was in a frenzy and that I was smiling from ear to ear like an idiot. I had to put the phone down and take a few breaths. For God's sakes, this is probably a fake account, or a bot one. Don't get too excited. I drew my hand away from the phone and grabbed the TV remote to distract myself. Though I vowed not to look at my phone as it sat right next to my thigh I could not stop but brace for the next jingle.

I didn't have to wait long.

Ba-doot-dunk.

I snatched the phone up. The notification bar told me that CVAnon replied to my message. I tapped it and unlocked my phone. I was back in the chat and read her message.

Hey! I'm glad you responded so fast. I saw your profile and thought you were super cute~ I'm happy you like what you saw. You asked if something was real. I'm assuming you're talking about my cock. You wanna find out?

That got my heart going. Heat rose to my cheeks. I rubbed my nose and cautiously responded.

I would love to find out

I hit send. The phone stayed in my hand, the chat remaining still for a minute before three dots bounced on the screen with the message CVAnon1380 is typing. After that an image popped up in the chat. It was her in front of a bathroom mirror. The top of the image cut off most of her face, though I could just see a smirk. She had on a white tank top and some jeans. The latter had its fly open with the beltline pulled well down her thighs. Hanging out of it in a waterfall of onyx meat was her penis. The head, equine in shape, hovered not a whole inch above her knees. An intermediary ring wider than what my thumb and middle finger could make sat at the middle. I could just barely see her balls behind the flaps, yet they peeked around the flanks of her pillar like two poorly hidden hide-and-go-seekers. Accompanying the lurid display was her message.

This real enough for you?

Excitement mixed with trepidation rippled through my body. Gooseprickles erupted across my skin, making the hairs stand on end. My penis, infinitesimal compared to the monster portrayed on my screen, throbbed in my underwear. My throat went dry. The breath was trapped in my lungs. The most primal corners of my mind begged to continue our discourse, to draw more photos from her and send my own, but common sense (or cowardice, as I was more liable to call it at that moment) held me back.

With one hand clutching my crotch I sent my response:

Wow thats impressive nice cock

Not the most romantic letter in the world, but I think I can be forgiven while in the virtual presence of such emasculating prowess. CVAnon shot her response.

Oh yeah? That's all you got to say about it? Come on. Tell me what else you think. You wanna see more of it? Want me to get it hard? Say the word hotstuff.

I most definitely had more to say about it and wanted to see it hard, but the words were choked in my throat, or rather in my hands. Here was the potential to make my dream come true, and I was frozen like a deer in headlights. The image of her cock, now suspended from the top of my screen like Kilroy's nose, still had me transfixed. How the hell was I supposed to handle a woman of that caliber? I had to tread carefully.

Sure if you want to that sounds good

I noticed that I wasn't capitalizing or punctuating my sentences anymore, and so did she.

Relax, sexy. I'm happy to send you whatever you want me to. I know you'll enjoy them~

I rubbed my hand down my mouth, scratching my palm against the chin stubble. I couldn't deny that I was having fun looking at her cock. Every other moment I was scrolling back up the chat to look at it. If she was so willing to send me all that, why not ask for more? I let go of my dick, now at half chub, and sent a properly worded message.

I sure am. Let me see your hard cock, please, and anything else you wanna send.

Not long after that, she sent her response.

You got it~ Just give me a few minutes~

Those few minutes were dreadfully long. I sat on the couch with my phone on the cushion again, staring at the TV without comprehending a single thing that happened on it. My brain tuned out everything that wasn't the Chomp notification, something that chimed and triggered me to snatch up my phone and hustle to the app.

She didn't disappoint. The chat had been flooded by pictures of her body, now completely naked, and that valorous pillar she called a cock. Any chance of it being fake or doctored was squashed by a plethora of different angles capturing its magnificent size. She took shots of her reflection from the side, showing both the swell of her buttocks and the length of her bowsprit. Another shot captured her hand holding it by the root. The next was her sitting down on a bed, the tip of her cock nestled between her plump breasts. She made sure to capture the rest of her body too, mostly her ass and muscles. A curl of the arm made her bicep swell while an over-the-shoulder picture of her ass let me see how fat her balls really were.

Throughout it all she did not let me see her face, though I was not concerned with that whatsoever. Each image I scrolled past was an added notch to my arousal. My jeans were tented to the nth degree, the shape of my glans clear even through the coarse denim. My heart pounded out of my chest and my cheeks were on fire. God, she was incredible looking. Once again my hand was on my penis, rubbing it through the fabric while my right thumb did the texting.

Holy shit your beautiful your cock is amazing

She typed back:

I'm glad you think so~ Now that I've shown you mine, why don't you show me what you're working with? I wanna see that cute ass of yours~

Immediately my heart plummeted, and I realized I'd thrown myself into a pit. I had accepted her nudes and was now expected to reciprocate, as would be expected. I was no novice to the art of taking and sending lewd pictures of myself, but sending it to someone so sexually eclectic seemed like a travesty. I was nowhere near her level. No matter my reservations, I couldn't let such a gift go unreturned.

Yeah. Give me a sec.

I went to the bathroom and stripped nude. I captured several pictures of myself in different poses. I was a trim lad, fairly in shape. My pale skin would've seemed all the lighter when meshed with this lady's. I took special care to get a good angle of my buttocks so as to make them look plumper than they were. My penis went mostly ignored as anything I posed to her would've been paltry in comparison to her.

Once the lewd album was complete I sat on my bed and sent them off. Anticipation clawed at my heart as I sat with my clothes bundled up in my lap. The combination of AC and my nerves had me shivering like a leaf. Finally she responded.

Oh, you're adorable! I really wanna snack on you now. You look delicious.

I couldn't help but crack a smile. “Delicious" was an oddly pleasant compliment. It wasn't one I had gotten in a while, if ever.

I'm glad you think so. I think you and I might get along~

I felt my confidence rebuilding enough to say that. Posing in front of the mirror, something I hadn't done in too long, was a boon to my self-esteem, especially when it meant receiving compliments from a stud like her.

I think so too. What's your name, handsome?

I hesitated initially, but told her the truth.

Jason.

She responded with what I hoped was her real name.

Sharon. Nice to meet you, Jason~

Her liberal use of the tilde was starting to crack me up.

Nice to meet you too, Sharon.

I think you and I should hook up.

My heart fluttered.

I would love that. When are you free?

Any time you are. How about you?

I had to think for a moment. I had a job managing a fast food restaurant which kept me pretty busy. Recalling my schedule I knew that I had the coming Saturday off. It was Tuesday when I was messaging Sharon.

This Saturday is free for me. I have work.

Apparently that wouldn't satisfy her.

Awww Saturday is way too far away. I wanna fuck you today.

Lol I do too but I have work. It's pretty important.

Phooey. OK, well do you mind if we continue chatting and sending pictures and videos?

The idea of sending videos thrilled me.

Absolutely!

Awesome~ How about this?

Only a few seconds later another image popped up. It was an undershot of her cock and balls, the shaft reaching far beyond the upper left corner of my screen while her smooth, leathery scrotum filled the bottom right corner like a round ink blot. Absorbing the background was her torso, and beyond that I was granted the first look at her face. She was a handsome mare whose stunning hazel eyes looked crisp amidst the ebony backdrop of her face. A single crop of black hair fell down the bridge of her long horse nose. She smiled at me coyly. I cannot begin to describe how hard my dick was just looking at her.

That's fucking beautiful.

Thanks~ Like how big my balls are?

Fuck yeah I do. They're huge.

Good. I'd like you to make them even bigger~

I frowned with confusion, not knowing what that meant. [i]Whatever[/i], I thought. [i]Shit's hot as fuck.[/i]

With pleasure.

Cool~ Now let me see some more of you, handsome~

I was happy to oblige, offering her more images both in the mirror and on the bed. Every angle and part of my body that she requested was sent for her admiration. I asked for more from her in return and she did so promptly. I was most pleasantly surprised by a video she sent of her masturbating while she sat on the edge of her bed. One hand worked her cock while the other held the camera out and aimed it at herself. Hearing her suave, throaty voice coo my name had me in a rut. I responded with my own short video of me stroking my penis. In turn she sent a video of her cumming. Thick ropes of her seed rocketed from her lap and doused her abs with streaks of pearlescent ivory. She jerked herself through the messy process, grunting through her clenched teeth. I wish I hadn't watched it because I ended up cumming too, before I had the chance to film it. I sent her the aftermath and apologized. I was promptly forgiven.

That's OK sweety. You'll make up for it this Saturday.

Panting in the aftershock of a terrific orgasm, I managed to laugh.

I can't wait~

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The next day I went to work for the morning and lunch shifts, the busiest one could expect on any day of the week. I took a break during one of the lulls and sat on a patio bench. Pulling out my phone with my lunch in front of me I hoped to see some notifications from Chomp. If not, I wasn't going to be too disappointed. Besides, what could I do at work? I wasn't about to open up the chat and risk losing my job.

If only it was that easy.

[center]You have 37 unread messages![/center]

My stomach went rancid. [i]37 messages??? Are those all from Sharon?[/i] There was no way. It had to be from other people who discovered my profile. Maybe my contact with her helped me with the app's algorithm and got me some traffic. No way she sat down and typed up that many messages. I brought the phone under the bench to hide my entering Chomp. I hit the red 37 on the top of the screen and selected the inbox.

My dread solidified. All 37 of those messages were from Sharon. The latest was highlighted in that menacing bold.

[b]I want to hear from you ASAP.[/b]

[i]No! No no no no no no no… This isn't good.[/i] I double checked around the patio to see if anyone was around. Fortunately I was alone, leaving me to suffer my inbox in peace. I opened our chat to see the damage.

A majority of them were images of Sharon, some of them lewd, some not. One image would just be her looking into the camera longingly while the next would be her fat pecker aimed at the camera like the muzzle of a cannon. There were a couple videos of her masturbating and posing in front of the mirror. I didn't play any of them. Interspersed between all that smut were increasingly threatening messages.

Miss you.

Whatcha doing?

At work?

Miss you.

Thinking about you.

Wanna see your cock.

Stroking my dick thinking about you.

Hurry up and answer.

I wanna see you.

I'm bored.

Hey.

And lastly:

I want to hear from you ASAP.

I rubbed my hand through my hair and blew out my cheeks. [i]Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?[/i] I had no choice but to type up a message to placate her as best I could.

Hey, Sharon. I'm at work. I really can't respond. I'm not trying to ignore you. I promise to get back to you later.

I came very close to explicitly asking her not to spam me but considered it too confrontational, as if she wasn't already. I hit send, and she hit back with frightening speed:

OK! I'll be waiting~

Such abrupt repose was just as unsettling. I had a sinking feeling that it would not last. I thanked her and started my lunch, even though I had lost a good portion of my appetite.

I ended my shift that afternoon and found, to my relief, no more messages from Sharon. I came home and rewarded her patience with some more nudes. She did not respond with any of her own, instead bluntly asking that I send a video of me “jerking my little dick off". I wasn't sure how I felt about such a request, but granted it anyway. The swelling discomfort of being told what to do had me melting inside, and I'm pretty sure she knew it. I started masturbating and came fairly quickly. Fortunately I had it on video this time.

Sharon signaled her appreciation with a video of her own, one I totally didn't expect. The shot looked odd at first. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, as she usually did, with her erect penis towering out of her lap. It was strange in that the image looked bowed out at the center, like a wide-angle lens or something. I realized that it wasn't her phone camera when she loomed it over her cocktip, making it look even more monstrous than normal.

“Here's what I'm gonna do to you when I get my hands on you~" she narrated to the camera before, to my absolute shock, she crammed the camera down her cock slit. The frame went black for a moment, then materialized into a glistening pink inner shot of Sharon's urethra. There was a muffled “[i]Mmf![/i]" beyond the squelching tube of flesh that coddled the camera so mercilessly. Hues of sick purple and stretched pink throbbed and pulsed on my screen. Puckered at the center was a black hole that winked at me suggestively. Her cock walls slid further up the lens as she dove it deeper and deeper. I could hear her huffing and moaning in the background. “Mmmmm, yeah. In you go~"

I was utterly vexed by the sight before me. I sat in silence, unsure how to interpret such an anatomically bizarre demonstration. The video ended with the camera making its way down into her balls. There I witnessed her huge testicles floating in a cistern of thickish cum. I blinked a few times when it was over, mildly disturbed, but still aroused.

Holy shit that was something else.

That was putting it lightly.

Wasn't it? You'll get an even better look when we finally meet~

I just laughed to myself. The idea of going down her cock was just ridiculous.

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For the rest of the week I achieved a pattern with her: I would go to work, take my break, find at least a dozen messages in my notifications, promise Sharon I would get her when I got home, then follow through. By Friday things had become casual with us asking each other how our day was, what we did and what we planned to do tomorrow. Tomorrow happened to be Saturday, so we both listed the naughty things we would have each other do. In all honesty, it was mostly Sharon telling me how much of a bitch she was going to turn me into.

I'm gonna throw your fucking back out. I swear I'm going to eat you up, you look so tasty. I'm gonna be nice and full by the time I'm done with you, and you're gonna love it~

I was happy to go along. I went so far as to refer to myself as her “little morsel" while she had become my “hungry master". It was my first time partaking in nicknaming, and I gotta say it was a whole lot of fun. Sharon seemed to think so too, calling me her little morsel more than my real name.

That Friday night was a long one. I didn't go to sleep until well after midnight, even though I retired early. My alarm went off at 10. Sharon told me to meet her at noon. After a long, hot shower and some time sprucing myself up in the mirror, I headed out to her house.

She lived in a house not far from my apartment. The drive there was spent bouncing in my seat like a kid on their way to Disney World. Her house number peeled into view as I passed her street, and I all but squealed. I parked in her driveway and went up her front porch where I rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps, and finally the door opened.

She was even more spectacular to look at in person than in photos and videos, mainly because they failed to convey just how tall she was. She had to duck slightly just to look at me underneath the top of the doorway. A white tank top, probably the same one I had seen in the first picture she had sent me, clung to her torso tightly, showing off the broad array of muscles I had so fallen in love with. Beneath that were some loose sweatpants. Against my will my eyes drifted to her crotch and caught the faintest outline of her sex organ.

“Well hey there, handsome! Nice to finally see you in person!" She stepped through the doorway and wrapped her arms around my chest for a thorax-crushing hug.

I hugged her back weakly, eyes bugging out of my sockets. “[i]Huhhhh! Nice to see you too![/i]" Her strength matched her presentation.

She let go and stepped back into the house. “Come on in. I can't wait to get started."

“Neither can I." I followed her inside and closed the door behind me. Looking around I saw the living room with a bicycle machine next to a yoga mat, a weight bench, and a set of impressively huge dumbbells. Such was expected in the home of an athlete. She walked ahead of me towards the kitchen. My eyes were drawn to the sway of her long horse tail and the pompous behind it hung above.

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “Can I get you anything?"

I snapped my gaze up. “Ah, nah. I'm fine."

“Hey, don't worry about looking. It's not anything you haven't seen already, right?"

I chuckled. “No, at least not in person."

“Well don't worry. You're about to see a whole lot more."

That got me smiling deeply. “Awesome."

She continued her way to the bedroom. It was small and decorated with some band posters. She performed a fluid twirl by the bed to face me. “Shut the door~"

I obeyed eagerly. “So, uh… What are we gonna do first? I mean, what do you wanna do?"

“I have some ideas." She beckoned me over with a lazy flick of her fingers. “Come here. Let me look at you."

Walking up to her felt like approaching the judge's bench at a trial, she was so much taller than me. My face was at level with her bosom. Her nipples bled through the fabric of her tank top which I now noticed had no bra beneath it. The moment I was within reach her hands came out and snatched my forearms. I was pulled into her like steel to a magnet, my face vanishing in the sweet fluff of her tits. Warm softness blossomed across my face, kicking the temperature up several notches.

I let out a puff of air through my mouth. “Mmf~" My meager arms went around her trunk, feeling the highways of stony sinew that composed her back. Against my tummy grew the earliest efforts of what would become a colossal erection. My own manhood did the same, though with significantly less fanfare.

A giant hand caressed the back of my head while its twin kept me pinned to her body. She lurched my head back, bringing my face to look up at hers. I saw myself in the pools of her eyes before her mouth opened and let loose her tongue. That broad, wet paddle completely flattened mine, laying claim to the entirety of my maw and the throat at its end. She swept it across my gums, bowed out my cheeks, and forcefully plugged my throat.

I submitted, though I could not help but squirm and struggle against her. Slobber, both hers and mine (mostly hers) wreathed my lips and wept down my chin. In only a few solid pumps of the heart my erection was in full swing. Animal urges drove me to hump against her thighs. Her cock, now firmly swaddled by the cup of her sweatpants and kissing the top of her right knee, burned against my belly like a heated blanket rolled into a tube.

She removed her tongue to the sound of a sucker being yanked off a wall. Schh-Puhp! My whole body shivered against her. A throaty gasp let loose the breath in my lungs, fusing it with hers while a bridge of our spit linked the tip of her tongue to my glistening lip.

I felt her chuckle more than I heard it. “That's a good boy. Nice and soft now, are we?"

My eyes fluttered open. I had a hard time relaxing my grip around her body; I didn't want her to let go. “God… Fuck. I'm so fucking hard right now."

She cackled. “I can tell!" the hand holding my head came around in front and cupped my genitals, making me squeak. “You can break a diamond with this bad boy you got here~"

Delight rang through my loins upon her touch. The brutish scrape of her palm skin against my cock nearly made me cum right then and there. My face was probably beet-red. I laughed nervously. “Hahahaha… You're getting hard too." I managed to pry my hand from her back and bring it around to her thigh where her cock was hung so dangerously. I gave it a squeeze and marveled at just how heavy it was.

A purr rumbled in her chest. “I am. Wanna help me out?" One of her fingers poked into my man purse.

I was shaking like a leaf. “Please…"

“Good boy~" She took a step back and pulled me over to the bed. I was guided to lie on my back, feet hanging over the edge of the mattress. I watched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the glory of her abdomen which I was familiar with but never properly introduced to. Her breasts came spilling out, those charcoal nipples staring back at me sternly. With her eyes locked on mine she pushed down on her sweatpants. Once past the swell of her buttocks they plummeted to her ankles. Out swung her horse cock, an obese obelisk choked with veins. It bowed out of her, halfway between flaccid and erect. Like her Wadlowian height, pictures had failed to truly convey its majesty.

“Your turn," she said calmly.

I was so hypnotized by her cock that I forgot there was a woman attached to it. “Huh? Oh, yeah." I hurriedly kicked off my shoes before wiggling out of my shirt. I pulled my pants and underwear down, leaving myself in only my socks. My pale, human body must've looked fragile and weak compared to her statuesque profile; I certainly felt that way. It made my heart go wild. My penis raged out from between my thighs in all its modest audacity.

Apparently she liked what she saw as her cock bounced up at me with a flex. She mounted the bed on her knees, creaking the poor springs beneath us. I watched with some level of trepidation as her pole hovered towards me. She knelt beside me, her organ resting on the comforter. A potent man smell wafted from it, strong enough to knock me on my ass had I not been lying down.

I didn't have to be told to touch it. I grasped it with both hands, its incredible heat blistering against my sensitive palms. I went down its turgid length in a corkscrew motion. Leathery, pulsating skin thrummed with ever increasing life as those many thick veins webbed through her shaft worked to increase her firmness. I watched with erotic stupor as she continued to reach out into the space before her, that proud equine flare rounding out into something like a telescope lens.

At last she was at full staff, hard as a rock, out matching my forearm in girth and length by several tiers. I pulled one hand away, reserving my touch to just the thumb and middle finger. The cock muscle running up her underside flexed again, squeezing out the first bead of precum. My eyes tracked it to the comforter where it flattened and then permeated into the pillowy material.

“God damn…" I whispered.

“That's a good boy," she purred. “Think you're ready to get fucked by it?"

[i]Absolutely not.[/i] “Yes, please. God, I don't think there's anything else I want more."

“Me neither." She scooted backwards on her knees and came off the bed. I watched her waltz up to the closet, that destructive member leading the way like the needle of a compass. She opened the door and pulled out two items: a pair of fluffy white handcuffs and some duct tape. She grinned at me. “Excited to try these on?"

“Excited, yeah, and a little nervous."

“Don't be, trust me. You'll learn to enjoy it. It'll be niiiiiiiice and comfy, comfier than you've ever been."

I failed to see how being restrained would be in any way comfortable, but I suppose I would grow to love it, especially with her in control. “Yeah, OK. Strap me up."

Her grin widened, revealing more of her startlingly white teeth. “Cool, now roll on your back."

I obeyed immediately, going so far as to put my wrists together over my lumbar. “Yes ma'am~"

I felt the bed sink beneath me as she climbed back on and knelt next to me. A beefy hand grabbed my forearm and clacked the cuffs to my wrists. While she moved on to restrain my feet I tried pulling on my arms only to feel the bite of reinforced fluff against my skin. Next was the rude [i]rrriii-ii-iiiip[/i] sound of duct tape being unraveled. My feet were lifted up and I felt the tickle of crude adhesive being wound around my ankles.

“That might hurt coming off later," I noted sardonically.

“Oh, don't worry. You won't feel a thing, trust me." She laid my feet down. “Try pulling those apart."

I did, to no avail. “Nope."

“Mmmm, perfect." She gave my butt a spank. I yelped. She got off the bed and pried her fingers beneath my hip. I was flipped over like a patty, my solid penis wagging out excitedly. I lifted my head to see Sharon standing over me, a hungry look on her face. Suddenly I recalled the nicknames we had given each other: little morsel and hungry master. With her wildly broadened hazel eyes going over me like I was a three course meal I certainly felt like I was going to be eaten.

I had no idea.

“So, haha… What are you going to do now?" I dared to ask.

“Now? Right now I'm going to shove you down my cock."

I frowned. “What?"

“You heard me," she said. “I'm going to sound you down my dick and hold you in my balls. You'll be my next lovely, like the others~" She said it as sensually and as casually as she had everything else.

“Sharon, that…" I was trying to piece together what the hell that meant, as if she didn't slam me over the hedge hammer with her explicit intentions. I resumed my struggles against the restraints, wriggling myself on the bed. I wasn't going anywhere.

“Relax, Jason." She laid a hand on my legs. The other hand went to her cock. “It'll be easier for the both of us if you don't struggle."

Her index finger stabbed down into her cock slit with disturbing ease. Schlp! There was a wince of discomfort on her face, then a sigh of relief as her finger went deeper. Her grip on my legs became deathly tight and she yanked my body towards her like I was a pillow.

“[i]Whoa! Wait! Sharon! I-![/i]" I jerked and thrashed as hard as I could, but all of the strength in my human body could not hope to break the grasp of her single hand. “[i]STOP![/i]"

My pleas went ignored. Her cock leered down towards my feet which were held together into a point. I felt the hot flesh of the glans touch my toes. I was pulled towards her cock slit until the tip of my foot replaced the finger that was sounded into her urethra. Searing flesh clung to my toes, smushing them together with nigh bone-breaking force.

I screamed, “[i]SHARON! SHARON, WAIT![/i]"

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she hushed. “Relax. Mmf. It'll be over before you know it." My other foot was maneuvered alongside its twin. It too was forced into her slot, cramming my ankles together more tightly than the duct tape did by several magnitudes.

Heart-ripping terror pulled me out of my own body. I witnessed rather than experienced my foot sliding down her cock head, gaping the flesh to a width I wouldn't have thought possible. Her cock did not merely stretch but began growing down the length of my shins. I was consumed inch by inch, that vacuum sealed cavity worming its way up my limbs as inevitably as continental shift.

Bending my knees to wrench away from it only succeeded in pulling myself towards it. Sharon put a damper on my struggles with a firm hold on my hips. The process quickened when she pulled on me hard. Her face scrunched under the effort. “[i]Hnf![/i]" I slid into her up to the knees, my calves absorbing all of her grip and strength. My toes dipped into her scrotum, and I felt the molten warmth of her cum tickling up my phalanges. The sack, already stretched to the shape of her giant balls, bloated around my oncoming feet. Looking past my thighs, now held aloft by the cock wrapped around my shins, I could actually see the shape of my soles gliding between her orbs. “Hnnnnnnn, that's it," she huffed. “Right between the balls."

My knees were devoured by her cock. I continued to thrash in vain, though fatigue had begun to wither my ferocity. The most I could muster were weak back-and-forth rolls on the mattress. I was bathed in sweat. My lungs burned and a stitch had formed in my back. At last I came to a stop, using the last of my energy for begging.

“[i]Sharon, pleeeeeeeease.[/i]"

Again, she shushed me. “Shhhhhh… It's alright." A hand splayed on my stomach to calm me. “It's almost over. Just… [i]Hngh…[/i] Let me do the work now."

And so she did, drawing me deeper into her phallic cavity with a series of haughty grunts and heaves. Her cock was done growing, though the speed with which I disappeared into her did not wane. My thighs were half gone now. Her nutsack had bloated to meet the size of my ankles and lower shins. I could feel the slime of her sex product churning and sloshing about my ankles. I did nothing but watch, having come to the correct conclusion that I was doomed.

All of my legs had vanished. My pelvis was swallowed and soon I could feel the pressure inching up to where my wrists were cuffed together. Soon they were latched onto too, and Sharon made the final push towards my head. Her cock was like a coffin by this point, both in function and appearance. That enormous sleeve of black, once reserved to just a proud organ, made me feel like a tin can about to be crushed. The only parts of me free from its Draconian grip was my chest and head, still free to the light of day, and my legs which were now fully ensconced between her testes.

Once it was past my chest I couldn't watch any more. I deflected my gaze upwards and happened upon Sharon. Her jaw was hung open, panting through what had to have been a great deal of exhaustion. Sweat poured off her. The twitches of her face looked equal parts pain and pleasure. She caught me looking at her around the same moment her cock was gripping my collar, ready to shrink around my neck.

She had the gall to smile at me. “Are you comfortable?"

It felt like the weight of an elephant was sitting on my torso. “Please…" That was the last word I managed before her cock slit made it past the breadth of my shoulders and immediately shrank down to my neck. I was choked hard. My cheeks were pushed up into my face. I was nothing but a human head sticking out of a horse's cock.

Sharon just kept smiling. “Goodbye, Jason. [i]Hunh![/i]"

The last thing I saw was her clenching face as her floor muscles slurped my head into her cock, drawing the veil of nothingness over my eyes.

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“[i]Hyaaaahhhhhhhh~![/i]"

Sharon watched with immense satisfaction as his bundled-up face was swallowed into her cock head. That left his forehead and scalp until the jaws of her phallus closed around it like a foreskin. Bliss rippled through her entire body and her muscles quaked. The human-shaped bulge in her shaft began to retract into her balls, now the size of a beach ball. Her legs had to be held apart like she was riding a saddle just to make room for it. The rest of Jason's descent happened with devastating speed. His body plopped into her scrotum like going down a slide. The outline of his body, now balled up with his knees pressed into his collar, stretched her sack taut.

Another shudder rolled through her, the combined delight of supreme sex and completing a meal. She looked down at her cock, now back to size as if nothing had happened. Far more ghastly was her scrotum through which she could see the bulge of Jason's head. “Fuck…" she muttered. “That was the best one in a while. Whew…"

She dragged herself towards the bed, managed to twist herself around, and sat down on the edge. The sack hung over like an over-inflated trash bag. Her penis was as hard as ever, bleeding a single fat droplet of precum down her length. The afterburn of wildly a successful workout ached across her entire body. She absentmindedly grabbed her penis and made herself hiss. It was sensitive to the touch.

[i]Squirshhhh. Squirshhhh. Squirshhhh.[/i]

“[i]Ah![/i] No you don't!" That ominous churning sound rumbling from her sack was her balls attempting to devour her newest prey. Powerful contractions like a growling tummy made the flesh jiggle and shake. The urge to let her nads consume Jason's form was powerful, something she had to prevent with a forceful clench of her floor muscle. It was the equivalent of trying not to swallow while having a mouth completely full with food. She petted Jason's head through her purse skin. “No, I'm not letting you go that easily, my little lovely~"

What little struggle remained in Jason came forth as his body began to squirm and thrash. The shape of his face stretched against the skin, his feet and elbows jutting about in every direction they could. Sharon hissed through her teeth and held on to her sack to absorb his struggles. He knocked into her nads and churned up a great deal of pressure. The last of his energy was spent eventually, and he resettled with a horrendous chorus of gurgles and churns that made her sack vibrate.

To help relieve the pressure she started masturbating. She didn't last very long, not with how touchy her privates had become with all that devouring. After only a few seconds of deep, sensual stroking she was spewing ropes across the room, groaning through her teeth. Once she'd painted the far wall with cum and the last pearl was dribbling out of her cock slit she let go of her penis and allowed it to sink under its own weight, its purpose fulfilled at last.

“Wow…" huffed the pregnant mare. “That was heavenly. I'm holding onto you for as long as I can~"

And so she did, carrying the burden of an entire human within her purse, dragging him along like a begging child. The true purpose of her wild strength was evident when she would wander her house, pulling along the soundly sleeping Jason. Not only was he an incredible weight to pull constantly, but holding her digestive cum at bay was a challenge in a half. In one day she would have to masturbate three to four times just to relieve the immense pressure on her sack. A process similar to salivation had her bleeding precum 24/7. Her house had become a den of sexual stench, inescapable around every corner, permeated into every cloth and fiber.

On the eighth day she was on her breaking point. She was on the same bed Jason had been devoured on. He was between her nuts like he always had been, blissfully ignorant of the struggle his captor went through to keep him alive. She was splayed out across the mattress, nude, sweating buckets. This was after the seventh time she'd jerked off that day, and dusk had not yet fallen. A sensation like the worst case of blue balls was strapped to her scrotum, even after such a horrific expenditure of cum. Her floor muscle was fatigued to the breaking point. All it took was a simple release and the discomfort would subside.

But she refused. Teeth gritted, she vowed to hold onto her lovely for just a little longer. This was the furthest she'd gone with someone in her balls, smashing the previous record of five days. If she could only make it to the ninth. Jason was someone special to her for reasons she could not pinpoint. But no matter her dedication to him she felt her hold slipping.

“Fuck…" she growled. Her sweat-glistened face rolled on the bed listlessly. “Fuck… Huhhhh… God." Her cock was trying to get hard again. It hurt from her previous orgasms. She did not think she could manage another. It was time to submit. “Hahhhhh… Sorry, Jason. It was nice knowing you." With orgasmic relief she pulled the restraints off her balls, and the grisly process kicked into high gear.

[i]Guuuuurrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhh[/i]

The sound was deep, throaty, hideous. It bellowed out from her sack like the deepest note of a contrabassoon. The feeling was otherworldly, better than any of the orgasms she had experienced before or after consuming Jason. Her back arched, rolling the top of her head into the sheets. Her hair splayed out while her eyes rolled into her head. “[i]Huhhhhhhhhhhhh~[/i]"

The digestion process was normally quick. In a fraction of the time a stomach was expected to consume a meal, her balls could reduce a human to nothing. She anticipated the shrinking of Jason's body between her legs any minute now. She decided to close her eyes and try to sleep. Perhaps she would wake up to a pair of testicles hanging in a normal sack, much more swollen than before she had eaten Jason.

But that didn't happen.

A long while after she closed her eyes she was getting bothered by the lack of progress. Frowning, she petted her sack to see how far down he had gone. Instead she felt a solid body with no signs of having gone down at all.

“What the-?" She opened her eyes and sat up. There was her purse, massive as ever, holding onto Jason like it had the moment she had finished eating him. The pressure to digest him was gone, and yet nothing was happening. She gasped. A timid hand laid on the shape of his head. She could feel him still living, still dreaming, still the man he had been when he first fell into her balls.

He was not being digested.

The most joyous smile split Sharon's face. Her lovely wasn't going anywhere. “Yes!" she said softly. Her hand rubbed a circle around Jason's head. “You're not going anywhere, are you?"

An affirmative gurgle sounded out from her balls.

“Yeah, that's right."

Then she laid down and closed her eyes. She could go to sleep now. There wasn't anything more to worry about.

***

Life went on as regularly as it could with an entire human harbored inside of Sharon's scrotum. Moving around was always a challenge. During the first few days she was worried that one wrong move would trigger his digestion. She stayed on alert, ready to clench her balls back if the process ever started. Thankfully, it never did, so after a week she could finally relax.

There was still the issue of Jason's outline pressed out into the skin. It didn't take a detective to look at Sharon and realize why her sack was so gargantuan. People looking for the missing Jason would be on her in an instant. The good news was that she had his phone. Pulling the battery out and destroying it meant it couldn't be tracked. Plus she doubted he had told anyone about his [i]Chomp[/i] account, so nobody would go looking there. But the issue of a conspicuously human-shaped purse remained. After devouring her prey they were gone fairly quickly. Jason was here permanently. As much comfort as that brought her, it made going out in public a nigh impossibility.

She resorted to buying an oversized dress online, one that was extra flowy around the legs and covered the ankles. It helped, a little. There was still the bow-legged stance she had to walk in as if sitting on a saddle. Knocking the giant sack in front of her knees was too exhausting, even for her strength and stamina. The solution came in the form of a sling bikini with a ridiculously oversized cup, a “mankini" if you will. The crotch held her scrotum up against her stomach so she didn't have to worry about knocking her knees into it. Wearing a dress or an oversized shirt over it made it look as though she was either really pregnant or had an obtuse beer belly. The former was more likely given the strict shape of her muscles. It was awkward at first, but at least it made going out into public a little more bearable.

Sudden baby bump and change in wardrobe aside, she was able to resume living the way she had prior to meeting Jason. She worked out with her usual intensity and regularity; she had a body to maintain after all. Lugging Jason around 24/7 helped bulk her up into something even more monstrous than before. Her legs swelled into tree trunks, something she liked to admire in the mirror often. It was too bad she had to go out in public with her nuts pressed against her stomach or else she could've shown off a killer set of abs. Going out into public for a run would always draw weird looks from every direction. It wasn't every day you saw a towering, 9-month pregnant mare jogging down the street with a shirt tucked into her belt. Sharon never minded them. What were they gonna say to someone as big as her?

Sharon grew so used to him that he was a part of her as naturally as an arm or a leg. She grew blind to the sight of his huddled form sitting against her purse skin. Taking the sling off and letting her nuts out was like taking her bra off. It became easy to forget that the massive weight swelling her cumtanks into a cistern was a human who once walked and talked. Sometimes when she was on the bed watching TV she would spot the round shape of his head jutting against the skin. A smile would come across her face and she would pet his head.

“Hope you're comfy in there."

His response, if he ever gave one, would either be a gentle squirm or a rumbling gurgle sound.

That would make Sharon coo with delight. “Mmmmm, I'm glad~"

Masturbating was ten times as fun now. Upon getting an erection she would churn out ungodly amounts of precum. Her balls would rumble and quake in their cocoon, alongside Jason who would quietly stir to life amongst the maelstrom of cum that thrived around him. Sharon would cum literal gallons, launching ropes that would strike the ceiling above her and come raining down on her lap and whatever poor piece of furniture she happened to be sitting on. Every orgasm meant her balls would contract, shrinking the skin into Jason's body even tighter. Sometimes she would catch glimpses of his face as leathery black skin would mold to his skull, revealing the hollows of his open mouth and eye sockets. Her climax would die down, and so did he. Amidst a pollockian aftermath of white pearls she would swim in a cloud of dopamine, her hand rubbing Jason's body as thanks for his input.

She still had a sex life to maintain, of course. The many cute men looking for a hung gal to fuck them over on [i]Chomp[/i] were more than happy to worship her leviathan cock and balls. She couldn't hope to fit a second fellow inside of them, but it was fun to torment them with threats that if they didn't serve her well enough that they would be churning in her balls alongside him. Their messages would be swamped with shots of her human-sized sack. Videos demonstrating the ferocity of her orgasms were included too, scaring some boys away and attracting others. With no cooldown periods between meals she could draw in as many men as she wanted to, rearranging their insides with her fat horse cock and painting them white when she was done with them.

And so the first few weeks went, then the first few months. Time was spent carrying the slumbering Jason, his knowledge of the outside world held back by a thin, slimy veil of horse cum whose constant churning echoed in his dreams. Concerns for his comfort were unfounded, his consciousness floating on a weightless plane. Dreams of serenity and warmth were his reality, fostered by his seminal womb. There was nothing to hurt or worry him any more, nothing to regret or ponder. He was safe.

The first six months passed, then the first year. Those who knew Sharon personally did not ask about her eternally swollen gut. She never talked about it, thus no one ever brought it up. It was not wise to ask such a behemoth woman about her body, no matter how much curiosity it stoked. They went blind to it like she did, paying no more attention to it than they would any other innocuous part of her body. Her “belly" was a part of who she was, nothing to be bothered by or ashamed of. Soon it had been over two years since Sharon had sounded Jason into her ball sack. Life moved on for everyone. Normalcy had long been achieved. Sharon had everything she could ever want.

Then Jason woke up.

It happened while Sharon was asleep, ironically enough. Rolled over onto her side she kept one hand underneath the pillow. Jason and her balls were laid out in front of her like a bed partner, unmoving like she was. That was until some deep cortex in Jason's brain, hence untriggered, sparked to life. It came without provocation, unpredictable as a heart attack. Her scrotum jolted suddenly. The dome of his head whipped upwards, bulging out the skin. He did not know where he was. All around was warmth and darkness, a cocoon of slime that swaddled him from head to toe. Trying to gasp and scream invited a mouthful of viscous slime, its salty, metallic taste something he could fiercely recognize but fail to identify.

Panic struck him. He tried shoving his arms out forward. Something bit into his wrists, holding them in place. His legs kicked outwards, slamming into the bottom curve of Sharon's purse. The shape of his soles and toes pressed into the skin. Sharon hardly felt it. She continued to snooze blissfully while Jason forged his escape. He writhed and wriggled through that vat of cum, twisting each way for an exit as his terror continued to mount. Orbs of flesh bounced off him and rolled on their cords. He tried kicking his legs out again, only to meet rubbery resistance and have his head jammed into another layer of reproductive slime.

Then his face met an opening. It was a taut pucker at the ceiling of his cage, wet and fleshy. His nose poked into it and it began to distend. He did not think any further, jamming himself into the tight corridor until the pucker swelled around his cranium and swallowed it. Suddenly Sharon's cock bounced. The base of it swelled and the shaft began to grow like it had two years ago when it consumed Jason.

He pushed and he pushed, squirming his way through her urethra until the hilt met his shoulders and was forced to stretch around it. Outside her ball sack looked like a gang of cats were fighting inside of it. His elbows and knees kicked and jutted every which way, looking for leverage to help propel his ascent up her cock. Her cock swelled finally, going around his shoulders and kickstarting the first leg of his journey towards freedom.

He was hugged mercilessly. Though his memories had not yet returned, more deja vu came crashing on him as his entry into Sharon's penis two years prior closely resembled his attempt at reversing it. Her shaft bloated along with him, his chest coming into the urethra and then his elbows. The penis, now like a gargantuan worm, stretched across the width of the bed, its head coming over the edge and looking down at the floor. It stopped growing lengthwise, and finally Jason's head approached the tip. His exit was automatic with the squeeze of Sharon's cock muscle, and yet he refused to stop kicking his little feet and writhing his torso. He would not stop until he was free or until he was dead.

At last her cock slit began to dilate, revealing the apex of his cum-slicked scalp. The hair was pasted to his skin like a greaser's. More of his head crowned until the rim of her hole gripped his brow and then slipped past his visor. His eyes were scrunched shut. They flinched at the sudden icy chill that swept across them with the cool AC of Sharon's bedroom. His nose slipped next, then his grimacing mouth. Finally came the chin, and along with Jason's eyes his jaaws shot open as wide as they could go.

“[i]Guuuuuuhhhhhhhh![/i]"

Air swept into his lungs like fire. Such an alien sensation sent ripples of electricity throughout his body. His eyes squinted back shut as quickly as they had opened, pained by even the dimmest light that surrounded him. It was nighttime, and yet it was blinding compared to the absolute blackness he had bathed in for the past two years. He resumed his struggle, pressing through Sharon's cocklength and freeing the rest of his head. Her slit choked his neck before it retreated to his shoulders and made the adjustment around them. His collar was free, then his chest. By now his knees were inside her urethra, rendering his efforts useless. He was fortunate that Sharon's muscles worked overtime to push him out.

Still she did not awake. Jettisoning her product was not nearly as difficult as taking it in, thus she could sleep through it soundly. She remained absent to Jason's liberation, it coming suddenly once his full upper body was out of her cock, suspended off the bed where the rest of him would come tumbling out.

[i]SPLLOOORCSHH![/i]

Jason fell out of her, a pale, glistening body that [i]thumped[/i] on the carpet floor loudly. He landed on his shoulder and doubled over as the rest of his torso came falling down with his legs. His arms were still in their cuffs and the duct tape, though loosened significantly, hung around his ankles. A tail of cum swung from his toes as they came timbering down, leaving him on his side on the carpet, Sharon's gaped cock slooping shut and shrinking back to size above him.

He panted hard. Every muscle in his body ached and shivered violently. Across his every curve and corner there was a film of cum, thick enough to be translucent. The AC was like razors against his skin. The scratchy carpet burned the side of his arms and legs. Looking out into the bedroom he was presented with concrete images that on their own made his brain throb with information overload.

His panicked emotions began to solidify into decipherable thoughts, the first he'd had in a perceived eternity. [i]Where am I? What happened? Why? Where? What?[/i] He started at the sound of Sharon smacking her lips above him. Just that brief and quiet rendition of her voice sparked fear. Her echoed in his mind, tangible but without meaning. [i]Cock… Balls… Eat you… Little… Morsel…[/i] He could not yet bend those sounds together to create context, and yet they stoked a great deal of dread.

He tried moving. Though his body vibrated still he was able to roll over onto his stomach. His arms could not remove themselves from his restraints, though he noticed that his feet were able to find some leeway inside their binds. He looked down his back and saw the loosened duct tape. [i]Take off… I can… take off.[/i] The motion of bending his knees required some thought before he was able to do so, bringing his ankles above his back. Another few moments passed before he lifted his hands up to them and got a finger on the tape. He pulled at it and it unraveled.

His feet fell back to the carpet, apart this time. He could move them any way he wanted, something he did with euphoric glee. [i]Free! Free! Free![/i] It was the feeling of being out of a cast amplified tenfold. Now it was time to stand up, something he knew would not be easy. He bent his knees and at the waist so that his ass was in the air. His knees scooted into his belly so that he could crane his body upright and assume a kneeling position. Instantly there was a rush of vertigo that swooned his mind and clouded his vision. [i]Been… Too long…[/i]

Now he just had to get his feet beneath him. With non-existent muscle memory he leaned to his side and hoisted his leg up. The foot landed on the carpet. He heaved as hard as he could, teeth gritting, muscles fit to burst, and lifted his body off the floor. Slooooooowly he was able to stand and bring both feet beneath him. His balance was fragile and his head continued to swim, but Jason was standing.

Looking around the bedroom with eyes adjusted to the light there was a flood of memories upon him. Sharon, Chomp, the pictures, the stalking, the videos, the visit, being eaten alive… He shook his head. [i]How long was I in there?[/i] He turned around and saw Sharon. She was still asleep with her cock and balls back at their normal size, at least compared to when Jason first saw them. How she managed not to wake up during all that was beyond him, but he wasn't complaining. [i]I've gotta get out of here.[/i]

Trying to bring his arms around in front reminded him that they were cuffed. He hissed the word “[i]Shit![/i]", his first word since being free. [i]Gotta find the key.[/i] Looking around the bedroom he remembered where Sharon had gotten the cuffs. [i]From the closet.[/i] He tiptoed over to it and turned his back to it so he could grab the brass knob. It was freezing cold against his palm. Getting a grip on it was difficult with how slimy his hands were. He opened it eventually and looked inside.

There was nothing but clothes and some cases. He peered through it all, unable to touch or move anything with his hands behind his back. He muttered another curse. [i]It has to be in here![/i] That was unless she bought the cuffs without any intentions of unlocking it. She probably had bet on never seeing them again after she had sucked him into her balls. [i]What was she going to do with me if I had stayed longer? Let me out I hope.[/i] That idea, of course, was predicated on the thought that he had been in her sack for only a few hours.

He made a half-hearted effort at rummaging through the closet but gave up when he determined it was hopeless. It wasn't worth the risk of waking her up. [i]I have to get out of here. Get help.[/i] He tiptoed out of her closet and towards the door, keeping one eye on her and making sure she didn't move. Once he was at the door he opened it, closed it behind him, and ran as fast as he could for the exit.

It was the sudden tearing open of the front door that finally jerked Sharon out of her sleep. She shot upright, ears perked up on her head. [i]Intruder?[/i] Something else was wrong too. She had sat up way too fast, almost effortlessly. Moving that fast had been impossible for her ever since she…

She looked down at her lap and saw her upper thighs, something she shouldn't have been able to do. Her ball sack, it was gone. A terrified gasp sucked into her, paused only when she saw that her scrotum did in fact remain, but only as a much smaller pouch carrying her two balls. The man she'd carried for the previous two years was gone.

It took her a moment to remember his name. “[i]Jason!?[/i]" She noticed a strong smell in the bedroom. It made her sniff involuntarily. No doubt it was cum, but from where? She rolled over onto her side, again with much greater ease than she was used to. An incredible burden had been taken from her, one so integral to her body that every movement felt alien without it. She pulled the string on her lamp and illuminated the bedroom. Looking down at the floor over the side of her bed she saw a Jason-shaped cum stain stuck into the white carpet fuzz. Jizzprints waltzed over to her closet and then to her door.

Her terror warped into anger. “[i]You FUCKER![/i]" She launched out of bed fully nude and stormed out of her bedroom, towards the front entrance. She found it wide open and connected to her bedroom by more slimy footprints. She sprinted out into the cool night, looking out into the bare streets. Street lamps ran down the sidewalks, pouring out their tepid light. Down the paved corridor between them she saw Jason running, his pale, nude body still shiny with her cum. “Oh, no you [i]don't![/i]"

She kicked herself off the front porch and came barreling towards him, arms and legs pumping. The absence of her Jason-laden scrotum provided a velocity she hadn't achieved in years. The street lights droned past her, the distance between her and her fleeing target shrinking rapidly. The wind whipped past her ears and through her mane. Her bare feet slammed into the asphalt, a pain her adrenaline-pumping mind did not perceive. With such speed it seemed as though light itself would stretch out before her with Jason slamming into her.

An arrow of dread pierced his heart as he heard her footfalls. His muscles felt like they had been dipped in acid and his lungs were on fire. Looking over his shoulder he saw Sharon coming at him like a locomotive on its tracks, eyes locked on him with deadly intent. “NO!" Through his exhaustion he managed to pick up speed, but nowhere near enough to escape. His right foot clipped the back of his left heel. The world went topsy-turvy, and he went tumbling to the asphalt.

Through her stoic determination flashed some empathy. “Jason!" She skidded to a stop just feet away from him. He rolled onto his back and saw her. A look of the purest terror stretched his features. “No no no! It's OK!" She fell to one knee and held her hands out. “I'm not gonna hurt you!"

That's what she said last time. He rolled onto his belly and made an attempt at standing up. He didn't get far. Those howitzer arms of hers came around his torso and hefted him into the air. He was maneuvered like a ragdoll and then cradled in her arms, up against her breast. Greeting him was her smiling face, something much softer than the evil determination he had seen charging after him.

“Hey there!" she said genially. “How'd you get out? Huh?"

His jaw stuttered. He thought about fighting back, but with the adrenaline fading and the fatigue replacing it he knew there was no hope. “I… Hahhh… I woke up and… Came out." Hearing his own voice was somehow more jarring than hearing hers.

“You woke up, huh? Funny, after you were asleep for so long I thought you'd never wake up." She turned back towards her house and carried him along.

Jason frowned. “How long… How long was I… In there?"

She cocked an eyebrow. “Do you really wanna know?"

He nodded. “I do."

“Two years."

It was like a safe fell on his gut. His trembling worsened. “Two-! Two years! Huhhh! Oh God… I… Fuck…"

“Shhhhh, it's OK. You're fine. You're safe." She hoisted him up and pressed his face into the side of her breast where it was soft and warm. “Didn't you enjoy it in there?"

He recalled the measureless amount of time he'd spent dreaming, the king of a universe generated by his imagination. Never was there an inkling that it was a dream. “I… I don't know." He nuzzled the side of her tit, against the gossamer fur that thrummed against him with its heat. “It… It didn't feel that long."

“No, I don't think it would. You know how time flies when you're dreaming."

He gulped. “Yeah, that's for sure."

They made it back to Sharon's house where she shut the door behind them and carried him back to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed with Jason in her lap. “I enjoyed it while you were in there, you know. I was afraid I would digest you, but for some reason you stayed in one piece."

“Digest me? Like, with your nuts?"

She nodded. “Sounds crazy, right? Well, if I can fit you down my dickhole, doesn't it make sense I can absorb you with my balls?"

“Y-yeah, I guess that makes sense."

“Hey, you want out of those handcuffs?"

“Oh God, yes please."

“No problem." She stood up and laid him down on the bed on his back. “No running. I'll catch you."

He sighed. “Yeah, I figured."

She went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer for where she had relocated her sex toys. Jason cursed himself for not trying there. She came over, turned him over, and unlocked his cuffs. “There we go. Now you're free."

He sat up and rubbed his wrists. Like when he removed the duct tape it filled him with a sense of liberation that was almost orgasmic. He flapped his elbows out like wings to propagate the sensation. “Thanks."

She sat down next to him. A gentle hand laid on his thigh. “I really hoped you enjoyed being in there. I know I did."

“It was uh… definitely an experience, if you can even call it that."

“I would." She began rubbing his leg. “Wasn't it warm? Wasn't it nice? You didn't have anything to worry about in there, did you?"

“No, I guess not."

“Tell me, what did you dream about?"

He looked up at her. “Dream?"

“Yes. You did dream, didn't you?"

“I mean, yeah, but it was realer than that."

“Oh?"

“Yeah, like… I don't know how to describe it." He stared off in the distance, memories both fantastic and vivid playing out in his head. “I feel like it's so unreal just being out here now. You said I was in there for two years?" His eyes narrowed as he said those last two words. He still couldn't believe it.

Sharon nodded. “It doesn't feel that long for me either. It feels like yesterday you and I were messaging each other on Chomp."

He laughed dryly. “Yeah, it does for me too."

She continued rubbing his leg. “You can go back inside if you want."

He looked up at her. “What?"

“I said you can come back inside if you want." The look in her eyes was soft, distant, pleading, like there was nothing more in the world that she wanted.

“I… Why would I want that?"

“You said you were dreaming, weren't you? Wasn't it nice to live in your own world?" She patted her nuts. “It feels so empty without you inside me. Don't you feel naked?"

“I am naked."

She giggled. “You know what I mean."

Another chill swept through him, causing him to shiver. “Yeah… It's like I'm exposed."

“I know it. I can get rid of that, you know. All you have to do is lay down and I'll take all your worries away again. Remember how warm it was." She pulled him in closer and nuzzled his temple.

Warm. That word meant so much with how cold he felt. He imagined himself swaddled in a wool blanket, a mug of hot chocolate in his hand, sitting in front of a crackling fire. Such could be his back in his dream state, back inside of Sharon's balls. [i]Warm. Warm. No more worries. Sleep. Warm.[/i] He was so tired. His muscles ached and his skin radiated pain from where he'd fallen onto the asphalt. It was so cold. Warm.

“OK," he said softly.

It caught her off guard. “OK?"

“Yeah," he said, looking up at her. “I'll go back in. It's… A lot better in there than out here."

She had to fight to contain her glee. “It sure is." She kissed his forehead. “You made the right decision."

Jason just wanted to go back to sleep. “Yeah, I hope so."

She laid him down on his back, feet hovering over the edge of the bed. One hand held his ankles together while the other held her cock. “Ready?"

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Ready."

“Alright," she said. “Let's go."

The motions Sharon performed two years ago were repeated tonight, albeit infinitely more smoothly. There were no struggles, no screams, no protests, and no curses. Jason's feet went into her dickhole and held into place so that she could pull on his legs. He watched as her phallus ballooned around his legs again, vanishing the shins and thighs. That incredible tightness kept his knees glued together up until the moment they began sliding back into her scrotum. He felt her balls drift across his feet, welcoming him back from his very brief vacation.

He voluntarily let his hands inside once her cock tip was around his hips. She grunted and heaved along the way, satisfaction building as more of his body disappeared. He went down to the shoulders, leaving her glans to close around his neck and choke him. They made I contact for the last time.

“Sweet dreams," she told him, then swallowed his head with a single, powerful clench.

Jason slipped back into her sack, between her balls where he came to a rest. Instinct made him squirm at first before the seminal slime calmed him into being still. He slipped into the fetal position and closed his eyes, the pain and cold leaving him already.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh~" Sharon looked down between her legs at the sack, once again swollen to its proper size. “That's a good boy~" She patted his head. “Right where you belong." He rolled his head against her hand, then went still. She dragged herself back to bed and laid down on her side, the same position she had woken up from. Jason was set differently, if at least in the same place. Sharon closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Jason."

A soft gurgle was her goodnight back. Soon after she was off to dreamland, right alongside her friend.

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