Incognito
A quickie from 6 years back. I still like this concept, but I think the story itself is a little rough. Maybe you'll have fun with it though~
Incognito
by: RabidChipmunk
CW: M/M, otter/human, unwilling fatal vore, teasing, and digestion.
It was late and Mark was exhausted. He had work the next day and knew he should go to sleep, but he'd had a group of friends staying with him the past two weeks and hadn't had a spare few minutes alone to jerk it until just now. He needed a release.
Mark opened up his browser. His heart began to beat as the familiar incognito splash screen flashed up in front of him, and in a turn of events that'd make Pavlov blush, he felt his dick begin to push outwards. He hurriedly typed in the address to his favorite cam site, worried he'd burst before any glorious digital dicks bounced their way onto his screen.
The site looked like it had been upgraded in the two weeks since he'd last logged on. The layout was a lot slicker and less scuzzy, and the homepage was now actively geared towards promoting local channels. The first 10 results were all cammers within a 25 mile radius of him. One of the locals was a cute otter morph. Mark usually just stuck to humans, exotics cost extra to watch, but he'd always had a thing for fur, and it had been over two weeks since he last paid for any cams at all. He decided to indulge himself.
The page finished loading and Mark was treated to a slightly chubby otter morph lying on a bed and rubbing his bulge through an orange speedo. A bit stereotypical, but customers have particular expectations when they pay to see a specific species. Noticing that someone had joined the channel, the otter flashed a sharp-toothed smirk towards the camera, his whiskers catching the light and twinkling a bit.
"Hey cutie", the otter said. The hand rubbing its expanding bulge moved up and began to rub its belly instead. "I've been thinkin aboutcha, you know." The otter stuck out its tongue and began to rub its stomach chub with the other hand as well.
This wasn't exactly what Mark had in mind when he had clicked on the otter's profile, but the payment had already gone through, so he decided to just go with it. There was something weird about the way the otter was looking at the camera. Mark could almost swear the morph was staring directly at him. It was a sort a little unnerving, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't also a little hot.
Mark typed into the chat, "Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about me?" As he entered the text, he noticed that there was no one else in the room. Hopefully it'd stay that way for a bit. Personal cam sessions were expensive and not something he usually indulged in.
"Just how good you're gonna feel wriggling around inside me", the otter said. He giggled and sat upright, "I'm so hungry, Mark. I wanna taste you so bad."
Mark felt a tiny surge of adrenaline. How the hell did the morph know his name? He had been careful when signing up to pick a screen name that didn't reference his identity at all. The otter drew itself closer to the webcam until its face filled the entire screen.
"I really think you'll look cute inside me, Mark. I really do." The otter smiled and gave the camera lens a slow lick, "Just imagine melting away into mush inside my pudgy lil otter gut."
Mark sat bolt upright, his dick now completely limp. "What the fuck is this? How the fuck do you know my name?!" he pounded into the chat.
The morph pulled back a bit from the lens and giggled again. "You gave the site your credit card when you signed up here, silly! Don't worry though, I won't give it to anyone else", he winked. "Just sit tight, my lil fish. I'll be by super quick to slurp you up!"
Mark fumbled with his mouse and hurriedly shut down his browser. What the fuck! It had to be a prank, some fucked up joke. There were occasionally news reports of morphs eating people, it definitely happened, but not like this! You don't meet serial killers on cam sites. All the sessions are recorded, and all the employees have their information registered with the company. Mark let out a slow breath and opened his browser back up. He'd started to think a bit more rationally. The otter freaked him out, but it was probably just a dumb prank. He'd log back onto the site and report the incident, which would probably get the account shut down. It was going to be fine. Nothing was actually going to happen to him. Nothing was - Mark froze. He had opened the cam site back up, but instead of being taken straight to the site's homepage, he had been left looking at a splash screen with a plain grey background and a message.
Attention!
This site has been a victim of a hacking attempt, and we have reason to believe that some user's account details may have been compromised. All users are advised to change their passwords and cancel any associated credit cards as soon as possible. The site will remain functional, and we are currently working hard to address the exploited hole in security. We apologize for any inconvenience this has caused but hope you will continue to consider us for all your future camming needs. Please hit the "Continue" button below to accept that you've read and understood this information.
-The staff
Mark's throat dropped into his stomach as he read, and then re-read the announcement in front of him. He started to reach for his mouse, but stopped short as he felt a paw come down on his right shoulder and heard a familiar voice in his ear.
"Hey cutie."
Mark let out an involuntarily spasm and tried to jolt out of his chair, but another paw came down on his left shoulder and held him in place. He felt the otter stuff its cold wet nose into the side of his neck and inhale. Its muzzle opened to wrap itself around him, and forced out a stream of moist air. Mark felt the morph's tongue push itself into his skin, layering on globs of thick otter drool before its warm lips tightened and sucked some of it back up again. The otter's needle-sharp teeth pricked and scraped along as it suckled him, never breaking skin but leaving him feeling bare and inhuman, afraid to move.
Each excited breath the otter took seemed to seep through Mark's pores. Through his closed eyes, he felt the morph slowly work its way around towards his face, and soon Mark's terrified breaths brought with them the pungent, fishy smell of the otter's drool. Suddenly, the assault halted. Mark opened his eyes and saw the morph staring straight into them, grinning. It gave him one more, slow slurp down the middle of his face. A long string of saliva trailed between the two of them for a moment until the morph licked its lips, severing it.
"Oh Mark, you taste even better than I thought you would!" The otter grabbed Mark's head and pushed it into its exposed tummy, "I betcha just can't wait to get goopy with me!"
Mark had a little trouble breathing as his face was smooshed into the otter's belly pudge. He felt the stomach growl and rumble against him.
"You've got your very own cheering section, Mark! They wanna meetcha real bad!"
As the otter peeled him away from its belly, Mark noticed something odd. The morph's face seemed much larger now than before. Mark glanced around the room in a heightened panic, he was shrinking! Horrified, Mark watched as the paws holding him down grew in scale. Mark's clothes now seemed comically large, and the morph eased them off as the man shrank further. After no more than half a minute, Mark found himself 10 inches tall, naked, and firmly in the grasp of a now gargantuan otter. Mark felt the sickening sensation of vertigo take hold as the otter lifted him up to its face.
"Now that you're fun sized, let's have some real fun!"
The otter opened wide and Mark screamed as he was stuffed in face-first. He felt the morph's lips seal around his waist and he felt the tongue push him up to the roof of its mouth. Mark was immediately coated in layer of drool. The tongue expanded and pulsed around him and he could feel the suction of the otter's throat trying to draw him in. However strong the otter's breath had been as it splashed against his face earlier, it was way more intense now that it was washing over his entire upper body. His only breaths were from the stale, leftover air that slid out from the back of the otter's throat as it exhaled, and he began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. What was worse, the otter was clearly enjoying him, as it sucked harder and harder and made throaty rumbles of appreciation every time it swallowed around him.
After a while of this, Mark felt the grip on his legs tighten and begin to pull him outwards. The otter's black lips suctioned around him and squeegeed some of the drool off as he was pulled through their grasp. He coughed and sputtered as he was finally able to gulp down some fresh air again. He wiped away some of the drool that had pooled in his eyes, but wished instantly that he hadn't. He saw himself being dangled directly above the otter's smiling face.
"OK Mark, it's time to pack you in nice and snug. Don't forget to wriggle for me!"
Before Mark even had time to let out a scream, the otter's greedy maw rushed up to meet him. He flailed his arms around hopelessly, looking for something to grab onto, but there was only the slick flesh he was trying to avoid. His face and arms smooshed up against the back of the otter's throat, and its cavernous maw closed once again, only this time it swallowed immediately. Mark felt the throat envelop his face. The morph's gulps came quickly -it couldn't breathe while it was swallowing him-and after only four sickening gulps, the otter's thick tongue had managed to push him down into the esophagus entirely. The mucous-packed tunnel slicked around him and pushed him along painfully slow. Mark couldn't breathe, and the flesh pushing at every inch of his body gave him a terrible sense of claustrophobia. The throat's tight grasp stopped him from even flailing around.
Finally, he began to spill out into the otter's stomach. Mark tried unsuccessfully to wipe the slick gunk from his face. His gasps for air brought in just as much of the otter's saliva as it did oxygen, and his eyes felt molded shut. He was a sentient blob of food; entirely inhuman.
As the last of him was forced into the tiny sac, and he struggled upright. It was a tight fit, the walls were closing in on him from every angle, but he managed to keep more of himself out of the stomach's goop than in it. Just then, what little air that remained went whooshing by as its owner let out a massive, rumbling belch, and the stomach shrunk considerably. The stomach's juices and the leftover contents of the otter's previous meal took up a now considerable amount of space, and it was all Mark could do to keep his head above the muck. Fat not content to let him suffer in peace, Mark's world turned upside down and he found that he was drowning. He couldn't tell which way was up. The man thrashed around wildly, and as the stomach began to churn he doubted the concept of "up" would ever exist for him again. Mark's violent spasms slowed to twitches and then finally stopped altogether as his consciousness faded away. The last sounds he heard were the slicks and gurgles of his fleshy prison, and the rumbling purrs of approval from the chubby otter morph he now resided in.
The otter flopped down on Mark's bed and let out a massive belch. He giggled, the distinctive taste of human flesh had started to meld with the fishy goop leftover from one of his earlier meals. He could feel the human's final struggles start to kick up now that his air was mostly gone, and the otter wanted to savor every last twitch. He massaged his belly with both paws and let out a few throaty purrs. The struggles slowly died down and after a few minutes he couldn't feel the man at all anymore. He sat up, smiled, and let out a sigh. He glanced at a clock on the wall. Only a bit after 3AM; plenty of time for one more.
The otter hopped up off of Mark's bed and sat down at the man's computer. He opened up the browser and his heart began to beat as the familiar incognito splash screen flashed up in front of him. He hurriedly typed in the address to his favorite cam site.