Summary: (Commission) Pokimane is starting her normal strain when her little friend accidentally gets stuck in her game snacks.
Categories: Vore,
Giantess,
Entrapment,
Mouth Play,
Odor,
Unaware Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: Archne Commissions
Chapters: 5
Completed: Yes
Word count: 12039
Read: 7674
Published: December 05 2022
Updated: December 05 2022
1. Pokimane's Vorestream by Archne_Lover
2. Pokimane's Tongue by Archne_Lover
3. Yummy Yummy Gamer Girl Tummy by Archne_Lover
4. Imane's Intestinal Intimacy by Archne_Lover
5. Epilogue by Archne_Lover
Pokimane's Vorestream by Archne_Lover
Title:
Pokimane’s Vorestream
Commissioned by: Malethor
Categories: Original
Characters: Pokimane, Original Male Character
(Blake)
Tags: Shrinking, Vore, Digestion, Unaware, F/m,
Entrapment, Scent, Minikin (2in), Celebrity, Bondage, Tentacle Rape, Orgasm
Torture
Beta Reader: SimplylovingIt
Started: 18/11/2022
Finished: 05/12/2022
Chapter
1: Pokimane’s Vorestream
Pokimane hummed to herself as she took the plate of nachos
from the microwave and carried them to her gaming set-up, her pc was already on
and Fortnight was already loaded up and waiting for her to start. She
placed the plate next to her Xbox controller which was by the plate of tacos, and
her little friend Blake who was standing next to her keyboard. She and he had been
friends since they had been little…young, he was only 2 inches tall with brown
hair and had a nice tan, he was wearing jeans and a plain black shirt with a
light blue fleece over the top. Blake had always been tiny, born that way like
so many others, he was her only tiny friend but she had seen several growing
up.
When Pokimane turned to sit down in her black leather gaming
chair Blake couldn’t help but take a good look at her rear, noticing how the
black yoga pants clung to her curves in a very sensual manner and gave the
faint outline of her panties. He looked away, cheeks burning red, letting out a
calming breath as he heard the squeak from the chair. He looked back at her as
she scooted forward, she was wearing a black shirt with the words ‘Good Vibes’
printed over her chest, it was difficult not to notice how the shirt perfectly
outlined her breasts, especially when they were almost level with him.
Craning his neck Blake admired her crème-coloured face, her
lips glistening with the sparkle from her pink lip gloss. She was so beautiful.
He wished he could get a closer look at her perfect soft lips, he’d often
imagined how it would feel to have her big perfect soft lips press against him
as she kissed him, his heart crooned to be her little pocket boyfriend,
but she didn’t see him that way and he wasn’t about to make it weird between
them. She was too good a friend for him to ruin it on the slim chance she’d
kiss him, and he was kinda small to please her. He shook her head, banishing
the thoughts.
“Okay…snacks, check, camera, check, camera on? Check,
controller, check, bladder check…yep, all ready,” Pokimane muttered to herself
as she went over her standard checklist, which she’d added to the harder
and…less dignified way. Once the second her stream had ended, she launched
herself from her chair and nearly didn’t make it to the toilet, that day
happened to be one Blake was over and unfortunately, her sudden escape had
knocked her table and spilt what was left of her drink, dousing the tiny boy in
mountain dew, thankfully the spill didn’t reach her gaming system, still, Blake
didn’t look too happy, but he did look kinda cute. Now she used a large cup
with a lid and straw when she streamed…one Blake had gotten her for her
birthday, they’d both laughed when she opened it.
Pokimane took a deep breath and turned on her twitch stream.
“Hey guys, Pokimane here and today we’re-“ she began, launching into her stream
and loading fortnight fully.
Blake smiled and even at his size mentally noted that he
needed to be quiet while she was streaming. He walked over to the plate of
nachos and lightly tapped the rim, quickly pulling it back when he felt the
heat radiating from it, his fingers turning briefly pink, he began to blow on
them and wave his hand to cool them. He paused a moment to think and shrugged
off his jacket and laid it on the rim of the plate, hesitantly he patted the
jacket, it was warming up but it wasn’t burning. Taking another moment to
prepare himself he climbed onto the jacket, kneeled on it and took in the
glorious sight of the giant cheesy pile of nachos the size of a house compared
to him, oh he loved it when Pokimane put out snacks.
He scooted to the edge of his jacket, where it started to dip
into the plate, he reached over and grabbed at one of the less cheesy nachos
and broke off a small shard from the corner about the length of his arm, and
wiped at a blob of guacamole and sour cream. Pokimane’s slender finger dipped
in front of him, her pale pink nails glistening as she plucked a very cheesy
nacho, pulling away a huge clump of nachos, Blake followed the nachos with
eyes, watching as she began to eat, pulling away cheesy pieces before it was a
more manageable size for her mouth, her neck bulging as she swallowed.
Blake grabbed another piece and turned to look at the
screen, Pokimane was building a bare-bone sniping post to get the lay of the
land and there was a semi-transparent comment section taking up part of the
screen, a light green line of text popped up from the bottom.
KittyBandit43: Those nachos look super yummy
“Oh, they are,” Blake whispered to himself, leaning forward
to grab another piece, his heart jolted as he felt the jacket begin to slide
beneath him. He quickly leaned back, trying to stop the fall, he slid forward
on his jacket and into a tunnel of nachos, a ceiling of cheese blocking out the
light above. His heart pounded in his chest, he took several calming breaths
and pushed himself back to his feet, the fabric starting to feel overly hot now
he was in the centre of the freshly microwaved plate. The cavern around him
shook and a large chunk of the ceiling was pulled away as Pokimane took another
small clump of nachos.
He took another deep breath, his cheeks already tinging with
embarrassment, and he began to wave his arms above his head. “Hey! Pokimane!
Down here! I need a hand!” he shouted.
Pokimane’s eyes remained glued to the monitor screen but her
hand came back down, thoughts that she was reaching for him vanished when she
just took another nacho, a glob of sour cream dripping from it and splashing
over him.
Shivering from the cold he wiped the thick goo from his eyes
and face, he looked down, he looked like a creamy snowman. She was never going
to notice him covered in all this gunk, he needed to get it off before he ended
up on one of her nachos. So, Blake did something he would later regret, he
stepped off of his jacket.
He was very thankful he was wearing shoes, though he doubted
Pokimane would appreciate him walking over her food in them. He approached a
large naked nacho and wiped his arms over the edges, scraping the sour cream off
them. Not realizing the mistake he’d
made in stepping close to Pokimane’s nachos. His bare arms looked like he had
put on too much suncream and hadn’t rubbed it in properly but at least he could
tell they weren’t globs of cream.
He went to scrape his leg next when a giant pink nail
suddenly appeared and the nacho began to lift, he jumped back in fright, his
foot landing on a jalapeno and causing him to slip backwards and crash onto a
very hot surface.
Immediately he tried to pull himself from the hot surface,
the cheese attached to the back of his shirt briefly stretched before snapping
him back against the nacho. He heard the crunch of the nacho Pokimane had just
taken and felt a cold chill wash over him, he began pulling and thrashing.
“Pokimane! Help me!” he shouted, his voice becoming more
animalistic as he put more force into it in desperation. A triangular shard of
nacho landed on the ground in front of him. He audibly gulped and briefly
pushed back against the nacho before regaining his senses and resuming his
attempted escape.
He heard a thump, and looking up, his eyes widened. Pokimane
lifted the nacho he was stuck on, the cheese beneath it stretched before
snapping from the force. He was on the way to her mouth!
“No! Pokimane!” he shouted, looking up as much as he could,
hoping to see her eyes follow his yell but what he saw destroyed his hopes, she
had put on her headphones. He began to thrash around again. He needed to get
away. She was going to eat him.
The nacho quivered as Pokiman’s teeth dug into the surface,
making the surface start to crack. He thrashed even harder, pulling his torso
up as his legs kicked down as hard as he could. The cheese was stretching.
He felt something hard brush his back. Looking over his
shoulder Blake screamed when he saw his reflection in her white teeth, she’d
just missed him and if he’d been flat, she’d have taken half his torso with
that bite. Sweat decorated his body, his heart hammering in her chest. The
cheese behind him vanished as it was dragged into the streamer’s hungry mouth,
he kicked again and the nacho beneath his feet broke.
He was falling.
He screamed until he was cut off by him splashing into something
hot and soft. He wiped his eyes and looked around. He had landed inside a taco
shell and was chest-deep in the meaty filling. He looked up at his giant
friend, she was sucking her finger clean of the sour cream that he’d added to
the nacho. His heart was still pounding.
Her giant fingers came back down and began to reach for a
taco. His taco.
“Oh, come on!” Blake shouted and he began to wade his way to
the far side of the taco, wanting to be as far from Pokimane’s mouth as he
could, even if it meant an inch or two more beef to wade through. The taco
shook briefly before suddenly stopping.
“Can’t forget the cheese,” Pokimane laughed before Blake was
suddenly buried under a pile of grated cheese, it began to melt on top of him
almost instantly making it harder to move.
Crying out he began pulling at the melting cheese, trying to
make his way through the filling as the taco began to shake again. Giant
crème-coloured fingers took hold of the walls and started to lift the taco into
the air. It was like he was draped in warm wet melting chains. They had no
give. He’d pull on them and the cheese strands would just stretch and flue to
his hands, wrapping him when he tried to pull his hand away.
Crunch
His head whipped around, his neck cracking. Her white teeth
dug into the taco, sliding easily through the deep pool of meat, and breaking
through the taco’s shell. He stared mesmerized as her glittering soft lips
closed and her cheeks bulged slightly as she chewed behind them. She let out a
cute moan at the flavour, even now he found himself thinking how cute she was
until she took another bite. Her teeth crashed through the meat barely an inch
from him. He tried to reach for her lips but the chains of cheese made it
impossible for him to reach far enough.
He was starting to hyperventilate. A dark shadow washed over
him. He looked up deathly pale at the ridges lining the roof of her mouth.
“Pokimane!” Blake yelled, putting all his energy into his
final shout.
Crunch
He was immersed in darkness as Pokimane took him
into her hot mouth. Everything was still for a moment. It was very humid. Then
his world was thrown into chaos. The remains of the shell rocked like a boat in
a storm as her giant tongue shifted under it, pushing him towards the waiting
teeth.
Pokimane's Tongue by Archne_Lover
Chapter 2: Pokimane’s Tongue
A pained grunt escaped Blake’s tiny mouth as the taco shell
he was chained to began to tip, the top lightly hitting the moist inside of
Pokimane’s cheek, her lower jaw pushing the shell up. The deep cracking sounds
echoed throughout the cavern of the giant streamer’s mouth.
The tiny boy began to thrash around again, straining his
little muscles against the melted cheese as his friend’s giant rectangular
molars crashed down towards him. The final minuscule layer of the shell gave
way and the giant teeth began to sink through the taco meat, pushing the dark
brown soggy meat out of the shell remains. The tide of meat pushed Blake from
the path of the giant molars and into the pocket of Pokimane’s cheek.
His back slapped against the slimy wall of the inside of
Pokimane’s cheek, his body sinking into it as the mixture of meat, shredded
lettuce and cheese pushed him harder into the wall. Pokimane’s cheeks bulged
slightly as her molars shredded the taco between them, pushing more and more
crushed taco filling into her cheek pockets, unknowingly applying more pressure
to her tiny friend, burying him in a pile of mashed-up meat and shards of taco
shell.
Blake tried to move but his muscles were too weak. He was
buried alive in mushy beef and cheese. He could feel saliva pooling around his
legs gradually rising as more and more pressure piled on top of him. He had
been spared her teeth but now his childhood friend was going to crush him with
her food or drown him in her spit. Her saliva reached his waist. His lungs were
starting to burn but there was nothing he could do.
A sudden pulling force dragged the mush that compacted him
away, his face bursting through the mush, taking deep breaths of her orange-scented
breath from her previous snack. He shivered at the strong scent but felt his
still-encased muscles relax as his lungs filled with her cool breath, a breeze
caressing him in a muggy swamp. Light filtering through her giant teeth and
lighting up the pink space filled with brown and light green mush, he watched
as the food that had imprisoned him flowed to the back of Pokimane’s mouth and
slide down her throat, reminding him of a log flume before it vanished down the
next fall. The muscles at the back of her throat briefly flexed to pull the
mush down and send it down towards her waiting stomach.
He tried to thrash again, straining his impotent muscles
against the mush packed in around him. Still no progress. If only he had gone
to the gym more often. Maybe he would have been able to escape his current
predicament. The slimy pink wall of her cheek, lightly shimmering in the brief
light pressed against him, forcing the taco mush over her teeth and back onto
her giant slender tongue. He had often thought on her tongue but never in this
kind of scenario. The bumpy surface shifted beneath him, sliding most of the
mush under her opposing molars and she began to chew. Gusts of warm wind flew
out from her teeth as they slammed together all around him, knocking him onto
his back, and splashing into the mixture of mush and saliva.
He felt his back run over the bumps of her tongue, his tiny
eyes widening as he stared up at the giant rides of her mouth slowly moving.
The realization sparked in his eyes and a cold grip squeezed his heart. He was
heading towards the back of her mouth. Blake rolled over and pushed himself up
onto all fours, his little hands squeezing the papillae that decorated her
slippery tongue, nearly sliding onto his front. He stumbled to his feet, the
mush and saliva came up to just shy of his knees.
Blake glanced over his shoulder, he was very close to his
friend’s gullet, three steps and he would be able to look down her hole. Two
steps. He looked back around and leapt towards Pokimane’s lips, sending himself
into a sprint as his shoe slammed against her tongue, nearly falling over with
each step on the mush and bouncing every other step when his foot landed on one
of her papillae.
The squelching sound echoed from the back of her throat as
she swallowed the taco mush. Taking a shaky breath, he slammed his leading foot
onto one of the slimy papillae and launched himself into Pokimane’s breath, his
arms flailing. He fell forward and splashed onto her saliva-soaked tongue,
sliding forward as if her tongue was a sexy slip-and-slide. He was so close to
her lips and he was getting closer and closer.
Her giant soft lips parted and a large circular transparent
grey object filled the space. It took half a second and his eyes widened, his
mouth opening to begin a declaration of ‘no’ and he was launched off her tongue
as he ran over a papilla and sent airborne, his tiny arms
flailing. He squeezed his eyes shut and slammed into the straw’s opening. He
flew down the grey tunnel, his pupils contrasting with the sudden bright light
surrounding him. His ears popped painfully as he sunk lower and lower faster
and faster, the scent of mountain dew and the bright light overwhelming his
senses.
Splash
His eyes squeezed shut, his head throbbing as the ice-cold
fizzy liquid was forced up his nose. It felt like his brain was been burned and
frozen at the same time. His body began to tingle all over, starting to lightly
fizz as he began to sink in the large cup of mountain dew. He was suddenly
pulled forcefully back up by a powerful riptide, his tiny body slamming into
the ridges of the straw hole painfully. In the next instance, he was pulled
back inside the straw chest first, his arms and legs trailing painfully behind
him, dragging against the straw walls.
His ascension soon began to slow and he felt himself
starting to slide back down. Gasping, taking in the air made stale by the
mountain dew carbonation he squirmed and managed to rotate his position enough
to slam his arms and knees against the straw walls, slowing his descent until
he came to a squeaky stop. His chest was violently heaving, tears stinging his
eyes as tried to stay safe and not fall back down.
Pokimane frowned, her lips forming an adorable pout over her
straw as the mountain dew stopped flowing. A piece of ice must have gotten
stuck in the straw again. She began to suck a little harder, determined to get
more of her favourite soda and the small piece of ice.
Blake gasped a shuddering breath as he felt a sudden strong
wind force pulling on him and heard the rumbling of mountain dew flying up from
below him. The icy soda struck him with the force of a geyser. Streams of
burning clear red soda erupted around him like a high-pressure hose was firing
against his back. His hands and knees began to slide up the clear walls, his
palms and knees starting to burn from the friction as he was forcibly dragged
higher and higher.
Pokimane felt the soda trickling into her mouth and down her
throat with several extra air bubbles. The gas almost immediately floated back
up her gullet from her stomach causing her to burp into the straw, the cup
bubbling in her hand – it got a lot of lols and laughing emojis on her
feed. Then she took a firmer sip determined to dislodge this shard of ice in
her straw.
A hot blast of stale air slammed into Blake; the deep sound
of a belch bigger than he was echoed down the straw. The smell of oranges beef
and soda forcibly filled his nose and nearly knocked him back down the straw as
he slid down half the distance he had raised. He coughed, his tiny chest
heaving as it forced the foul-tasting air from his lungs then the airflow
suddenly reversed and again, he was being dragged up the giant straw.
His palms and knees burned and he was submerged in cold red
liquid that fizzed around his little body. The pressure began to increase
higher and higher until finally, he slipped, his legs were dragged up from
under him and he was shooting back up the straw and towards Pokimane’s hungry
pink lips. Bubbles flew past him and slammed through the gaps between his arms,
legs and around his waist, bumping into him, and leaving tiny bruises from the
force and speed they flew past him.
Suddenly Blake was sent flying, zooming through the red soda
that now filled Pokimane’s mouth. He slammed head-first into the side of one of
her giant premolars, pain filling his mouth and head as the sudden collision
made him bite his tongue. He wrapped his arms and fingers around her giant
tooth, shivering as a riptide pulled at him, funnelling the red soda down her
massive gullet.
Abruptly the pressure vanished and the last drops of soda
trickled away. His weight returned and he lost his hold, he fell from the tooth
he hugged and landed with a wet slap on her slimy tongue, wincing at the
landing. The cavern around him began to vibrate, Blake clasped his hands over
his ears as Pokimane hummed around him. Her tongue began to rise and pushed him
into the bumpy roof of her mouth, her alveolar ridge, the ridges stabbing into
his back and forcing the air out of his lungs. Pressure began to build around
him and Pokimane began to suck on the troublesome shard of ice that had
blocked her mountain dew flow.
His little body sunk into her hot slimy, red-dyed pink
tongue, wincing in pain as his limbs were forced into her papillae, sinking
into them. He could feel bruises forming on top of the bumps. Pokimane’s tongue
curled sensually around him and he felt himself dipping into her as the sides
of her tongue rose and surrounded him, the giant muscle flexing under him and
lightly rubbing his front, trying to gently break him down.
Pokimane’s angelic laughter thundered around.
“There’s no one in my mouth,” Pokimane laughed, opening her
lips and stretching out her tongue for the camera while her eyes remained
locked on the game as she took aim at one of her remaining opponents. She did
not see Blake splayed out on her curled tongue gripping impotently onto one of
her papillae while his other arm stretched out to the camera, silently begging
for aid as he tried to regain his breath.
TinySnack: There he is! Look!
Purpleflower: He really is!
Spider-Carnage: Oh my god there’s a tiny in her mouth!
Toegirl69: This is so hot! Swallow him!!!
“Yes!” Pokimane cheered, raising her hands adorably as she
hit her target before resuming her run as the timer neared zero and the
available environment around them began to shrink again. Her tongue and Blake
slid back into her mouth; her tiny friend now lay in a tiny puddle of drool on
her tongue.
Blake gasped, his mouth filling with his giant crush’s group
as he was slammed back into the roof of her mouth and she began to suck again,
her tongue vibrating beneath him, a papilla buzzing under his crotch, teasing
his covered cock, lovingly encouraging an erection out of him. He began to
squirm in place, taking in shuddering breaths as he rubbed his erection against
her hot wet tongue. He had dreamed of feeling her tongue and it was far better
than he had ever imagined.
Her tongue shifted and knocked him back, bouncing him to the
back left of her tongue, flopping like a fish out of water. His bulge slipped
between two vibrating papillae. His little back arched as he tried to push his
restrained member deeper. His breath shuddered, his toes curled and his eyes
closed as he came and came hard, his seed staining the front of his pants and
seeping through the fabric and dashing a hint of his flavour onto her papilla.
Pokimane moaned as she tasted a hint of salt in her mouth and
plucked another nacho and tossed it into her mouth giving her fans a brief hint
of her friend before she began to chew the snack, making cute moans of
enjoyment before swallowing.
Blake did not even have the chance to cry out as the mushy
cheesy gulp of the nacho slammed into him and pushed him over the edge of her
tongue. He reached out and grabbed the last papilla of her tongue. Squeezing
his eyes shut as the warm mush washed over him, slowly sliding over every inch
of his body, staining his clothes yellow.
His little legs dangled in the void that was his friend’s
gullet, his fingers squeezing into the papilla as he hung there one-handed. He
began to sway as his legs kicked ineffectively, he threw up his other arm, his
fingers sliding over the moist flesh of Pokimane’s tongue as he failed to reach
another large circular bump.
Her tongue began to vibrate, his fingers nearly slipping off
her papilla as her voice echoed around him, her tongue moving subtly with her
mouth to form each syllable.
“What are you talking about? There’s no one in my mouth,”
Pokimane laughed, her throat flexing beneath her squirming snack.
“Hey Blake, they think- oh…wonder where he got to,” Pokimane
said as she noticed the absence of her friend. She turned back to face the
camera and opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue to show her audience
that there wasn’t anyone in her mouth. Her brown eyes fixed on the small box
showing her face, sparkling with amusement as she showed her empty mouth and
wiggled her tongue, flexing it to point to the camera, may as well give her
viewers a show.
Toegirl69: OMG I wanna be in that mouth too!
Purpleflower: He’s really gone!
Pokimane giggled and took her tongue back into her mouth,
rolling her eyes at the comment section. She averted her gaze back to the game
just in time to duck behind a shelter and avoid a shot from an opposing player,
she switched her weapon to something with more rapid-fire before returning her
assault full force.
“Wow, that was a close one!” She laughed, hoping to remove the
light scratching in her throat before she started coughing, she reached forward
and grabbed her mountain dew again and brought the straw to her lips.
Blake’s heart filled with hope when he was slowly lifted as
Pokimane stretched out her tongue, the slimy pink flesh rolling forward to
stretch passed her lips. He felt the cool air caress his wet face, and he could
see the light over the hill. The top half of his head started to inch
over the threshold when the movement stopped. Her tongue was fully extended.
His heart skipped a beat as he heard and felt Pokimane
declare there wasn’t anyone in her mouth and even wonder where he had gone. He
forced his legs against the walls of Pokimane’s throat, he could feel her hot
moist, almost gooey flesh through his pants. When her tongue began to slide
back inside her mouth his heart fell into his stomach.
“No! No! No!” Blake screamed, his own voice shaking in
desperation, echoing in the hot cavern of her mouth only to be silenced by his
friend’s laughter, his fingers slipped and he barely managed to dig his nails
into the tip of her papilla. He was slipping. There was nothing he could do.
He was starting to hyperventilate when he heard the sound
that made his blood run cold and tears roll down his cheeks. A hissing fizz
mixed with the trickling of flowing water. The sharp smell of acidic cherries
washed away the scent of oranges. Bubbling cold liquid washed over his hand,
red filling his eyes, he shivered, goose bumps prickling his skin at the sudden
cold contrasting the warmth of the giantess’s mouth.
The walls around him flexed, a powerful suction suddenly
pulling on him as Pokimane swallowed her cherry mountain dew. Blake was
forcibly pulled off her tongue, his hand curling into a sticky fist as the
papilla suddenly vanished, thick gooey saliva squelching in his hand. He felt
his skin crawl as the tight slimy walls pressed in on him. He let out a gasp of
relief, taking in a grateful, humid, breath as the mountain dew trickled past
and was no longer flowing. As he filled his lungs, he felt his descent slow as
the already tight space grew even tighter.
The walls suddenly flexed, gusts of hot breath flying passed
him as the fleshy walls constricted around him before slackening, forcefully
trying to shift him as Pokimane began to cough. The sound of trickling mountain
dew echoed down. Instinctively he held his breath but that made the space even
tighter. His head was immersed in the red acidic liquid, and he could feel
himself slipping down.
Despite himself, the poor excuse of a joke, that he now knew
what a pill felt like, came to his mind. The dew flowed around him again and he
was once again able to breathe the humid air of his giant friend’s body. He let
himself relax, forcing himself to take short breaths as he focused on the
feeling of the warm moist walls. They lightly thummed with her
heartbeat, so powerful it reminded him just how tiny he was. He could hear her
breath rushing through her windpipe, it made him shiver despite the warmth
around him.
Sweat was glistening on his skin when he finally felt his
tiny legs entering a wider space. He actually felt a pang of excitement at the
prospect of being in a larger space. Even with the comforting warmth, the space
was much too tight for him, he could feel the walls warping around him as they
pushed him deeper and deeper.
Plop
Yummy Yummy Gamer Girl Tummy by Archne_Lover
Chapter 3: Yummy Yummy Gamer Girl Tummy
Blake let out a small oof as he plopped into the warm
frothy liquid of Pokimane’s gastric juices. The room was filled with a
thick pale pink mist, dim pink light filtering through the fleshy walls of
Pokimane’s stomach illuminating the space and the gasses that burst from the
bubbling gastric juices, a pretty pink just like her beautiful lips. The smell
was nauseating, when Blake first stood up in the thick acid, it was like liquid
mud, he felt his head sway as a burst of dizziness threatened to knock him
over. He stretched out his arms to steady himself then braced them against his
knees as he hunched over, trying not to fall.
The acid was so thick he barely sunk more than an inch,
the tread of his shoes sinking into the surface. He looked around, there were
chinks of mush laid on top of the grimy bubbling mixture. It was like a pink
bog. Eventually, his head stopped spinning and Blake was able to focus more on
his surroundings. He could just make out a small river of mountain dew, the
pink light shimmering on its surface as the fizzing liquid steamed and slowly
sank into the gastric mud.
When Blake took his first step, he detected the smell of
burning rubber as he lifted his foot free of the clinging substance, he glanced
down to see black goo-like drool dripping down in long strands from the sole of
his shoe, the tread having melted from the acidic bog. He needed to move fast
or he’d end up stuck to the acid when the soles of his shoes fully melted
unless he wanted to brave Pokimane’s stomach without footwear.
He took long strides towards one of the light pink walls,
glistening with mucus as it illuminated the giant stomach. With each step, he
felt his shoe sink a little deeper and it was a little harder to lift his shoe
again. The black tread of his shoe was like tar by the time he reached a dim
yellow island of mush. As he moved to step into the mush, he felt his balance
shift as his shoe was anchored to its current spot and he started to fall. He
pulled at his leg trying to regain his balance, to step forward and catch
himself but all that happened was his shoe’s liquid sole stretched more and
more like chewed gum.
Splat
Blake landed face-first in the chewed-up remains of a soggy
taco shell. He pulled his face free, gasping humid breaths, feeling chunks of
mush drip off his face. It made his toes curl. He grabbed at the mush and began
to pull himself forward. He could feel the sole stretching, trying to pull him
back into the acidic marsh. He could feel the onset of panic starting to rise
from his gut. He kicked out his other leg and using the toe of his other shoed
foot pried off the stuck shoe and slid himself forward, the top of his
remaining shoe grazing the marsh as he pulled it back onto the mush, his leg
aching from the stretched movement.
His body sunk into the mushy substance until enough of it
compacted under his weight to make something akin to a suitable surface. Legs
shaking, he pushed himself to his feet and took a step towards the wall of
Pokimane’s stomach, his foot slid out from under him and he splashed back down
into the mush, thankfully it was a soft landing. Blake rolled over onto his
front, barely stopping his hand from sliding away from him too. He paused and
thought for a moment before turning to sit down and drag himself along with his
legs along the mush. He nearly slipped several times but he was able to remain
sat upright. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, he felt like a child doing
this but eventually, he made it to the pink, mucus-coated soggy wall.
There was a small trickle between him and the wall but it
was so small even he could reach passed it. Eyeing the trickle, Blake stretched
out a hand and braced it against the fleshy wall, his hand sinking into the
mucus-coated substance. It was very warm. He could feel the firmness of her
stomach muscles through the surface, easily dwarfing him and making him feel
even smaller. He glanced down to brace himself, just in time to see a small
bubble appear in the trickle and burst, sending a whisp of pink smoke into his
face, filling his nostrils with the smell of something like a vomit burp. His
stomach tensed, folding in on himself and he had to force himself not to start
heaving. With a shuddering breath, he righted himself, nearly slipping again.
He really didn’t like this.
Blake slapped his hand against the moist fleshy walls, and the
sound echoed around him. He was so tiny. Even the remains of morsels around him
dwarfed him.
“Pokimane! Pokimane! I’m in here!” he shouted, slapping her
stomach wall, again and again, reaching the point where he slammed his entire
arm against the surface. Each time the sound echoed around the cavernous bog
and back on him. “Please! Please! Pokimane! Please! I’m in here! Please help
me!” he shouted, his voice growing hoarser as his slaps turned into determined
pounds.
Her stomach muscles tensed and pulled his arm into the soft
toned wall, and nipping it in place as her divine laugh echoed from both above
and around him, in her body and out, the walls trembling as they held him in
place in her innocent amusement. Her stomach began to shake, dozens of bubbles
appearing and audibly popping around him, filling the air with pink gas which
gradually grew thicker and thicker as Pokimane laughed. His legs slid out from
under him as the shaking grew more potent. Blake slammed his feet into the mush
in panic, and they slid forward. Again and again, he stomped into the mush but
he couldn’t gain a footing, his arm stretched to its limit as the powerful
muscle refused to loosen its grip as the giant streamer continued to laugh.
He threw his head back and screamed her name but even he
couldn’t make out his voice, drowned out by her laughter. Waves formed in the
thick gastric juices, crashing into the mushy island he’d found some form of
solace, frothy purple goo washing over the island and encasing her still
slipping ankles, his socked foot started to tingle as he continued trying to regain
his footing, his feet sliding about under him.
Outside of his turmoil, Pokimane was laid back in her gaming
chair lining up her shot for her last opponent. She made the headshot and the
game finished.
“Oh my God guys I won! I can’t believe I made that shot!”
she cheered, lifting her arms into the air, inadvertently causing her lovely
32B breasts to bounce behind the fabric of her dark shirt, unrestrained by a
bra.
Her chat stream was filled with ‘hurrays,’ ‘nice!’
‘heart-eyes’ emojis and a few ‘mouth-watering’ emojis. Then the more perverted
ones started.
BigDaddy: Wow look at those tits!
Bugboy73: Feet!
Toegirl69: Yes! Let’s see some victory feet!
LittlePr1ck: Yes!!! Show us your feet!!!
TinySnack: Feet! Feet! Feet! Feet!
The Moroccan-Canadian’s dark brown eyes flicked to the
rising text as she navigated the game, preparing to launch herself into the
next game. She chuckled, flashing her brilliant white teeth at her camera.
“Oh, God! You guys are so weird,” she laughed, her laughter
like a sweet melody as she leaned further into her chair making it tip slightly
as she lifted first one foot on her desk and then the other, crossing her
second over the first. She scrunched her toes, showing off her pink pedicure,
her smile growing as she saw ‘heart-eyes’ emojis stream up her chat with more
‘mouth-watering’ and a few ‘egg plant’ emojis. She wiggled her sexy toes
earning more thirsty praise from her fans.
“Maybe I should do all my streams like this,” she laughed,
her chat box filled with repeated ‘yes’ and ‘please.’ She curled her toes
again, the light from her screen reflecting against her pink nail polish.
Super Donation!
$50 received from TinySnack
Pokimane’s eyes widened as she saw the notification pop up
on the top of her screen, with two blue diamond emojis on either side of the
text.
“Wow! Thanks for the donation TinySnack! I guess you liked
the idea of me doing all my streams like this,” Pokimane laughed, wiggling her
toes again before scrunching her toes, decorating her sole in beautiful
wrinkles as a result.
Bugboy73: I wish I was tiny! I wanna be your foot
slave!!!
TinySnack: Lol you should see what happened to her last
tiny foot slave
Toegirl69: Haha down the hatch! That was soooo
hoooooot!!! You should have a tiny in every stream!!!
Pokimane’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion and she
slid her feet from her desk.
Bugboy73: Noooo! Bring the feet back!
That one made Pokimane laugh again, she leaned forward and
plucked a very cheesy nacho and tossed it into her mouth.
“I’ve never had a tiny foot slave, it might be fun but I’ve
never eaten a tiny and I will never,” Pokimane said, taking another nacho, this
one covered in guacamole and balancing a jalapeno.
Crunch
Pokimane’s giant stomach suddenly lurched back and forth,
her stomach muscles releasing their tiny captive as the motion sent the minuscule
snack flying back away from the walls of her tummy and into the pink gas-filled
bog. He struck the thick gastric juices and slid further away; it was like he
was on a thick slip n slide. His skin crawled as he felt the thick gunky acid
sliding into his shirt as he slid across the surface, gradually starting to
sink into the thick liquid.
When he finally slid to a stop his clothes were caked in the
slimy green-brown gastric good, he could feel the warmth through his clothes.
His hands began to tingle, a tingling sensation slowly turning into an
irritating burn. He sat up, the gooey gastric juices clung to the back of his
shirt, he forced himself forward, bending as far as he could until he felt the
snap of the acid, burning whips slapping his back.
He flinched at the sudden pain and felt an itching slowly
begin to spread across his back as the back of his shirt melted away, strands
like molten plastic reaching down into the murky slimy gastric juices. He began
pushing the burning goop off his arm in a panic fuelled haste, it came off in
glops that drooped from his hands, the itching of his hands becoming more
noticeable with each second that passed, slowly becoming something more akin to
the burning of acid.
“I need to get out of here,” he grumbled to himself,
flicking his wrist, and sending more glops of gastric slime from his hand and
arm. The pattering sounds as they landed in Pokimane’s digestive acid echoed
around her cavernous stomach, all around her tiny unwilling snack.
On instinct Blake pressed his stinging hand onto the floor
to brace himself to stand back up, his hand sunk into the thick goo, and the
burning became even more noticeable. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his arm
back, the goo stretched briefly before his hand snapped free and he nearly
toppled over as his balance was thrown askew. He shook his hand clean and,
waving his arms in circular motions for balance, forced himself to stand up,
nearly falling forward as the thick acid clung to his legs, his jeans dripped
off his legs and slowly sunk beneath the dark murky brown surface.
A large bubble breached the surface where his jeans had
sunk, expanding until he found himself consumed by the spherical form. He
shivered inside the transparent dark brown bubble, the stench of vomit and
half-digested food was even more intense inside it, pink light reflected off
its surface, it was like he was on an alien planet.
Each breath was more foul than the last. There couldn’t be
much air in the bubble and unlike with Pokimane’s stomach, no additional air
was seeping in from the outside. He pulled at his legs, he’d sunk up to and
passed his calves. His leg lifted an inch out of the burning mud, he couldn’t even
see his skin through the burning goo, large droplets even distorted its shape.
Gritting his teeth
so hard part of him worried he’d crack a tooth he leaned forward and began to
wade through the substance. Each foul breath was filtered through his teeth, he
could practically feel the disgusting substance lining the air coating his once-white teeth.
Sweat permeated his
brow, his leg muscles were burning with each slow step, and the tingling had
quickly become burning as his friend’s stomach began to digest him properly.
The air was becoming thicker and hotter. He was still several metres from the barrier of the sphere and with every couple of seconds, he
slowly sunk deeper and deeper into Pokimane’s stomach acid. His hope of
escaping the bubble was quickly dying. It took a big hit when his knees sunk,
it had become much harder to wade through the burning sludge.
Blake let out a
startled gasp as he sunk down to his waist. The thick gunge was very warm. The
thin fabric of his boxers began to rapidly bubble as if they were made of
whatever bath bombs were made out of. His member quickly hardened under the
thousand kisses from the bubbles forming against it. Brown gas burst from tiny
bubbles in front of him, and Blake started to violently cough at the smell of
vomit. The motions his torso made as he coughed seemed to only entice his
hardening cock as he thrust into the flurry of bubbles. He buried his mouth
into his now red arm, and his face began to tingle from the remnants of the
acid as he struggled to stop coughing, the brown smoke drifting higher and
turning pink as the refracted light filtered through Pokimane’s stomach muscles
reached it.
His steps became more awkward as he forced his way through the gunge. His face
twisted into an expression of discomfort as his cock was pushed from one side
of his thigh to the other by the thick substance, straining the bone as it changed position. His breath hitched as it changed direction
though, the tingling of the acid was stimulating his sensitive member and that
brief free movement before it became forced back to the other side of his groin
was incredible. And the fact it was Pokimane doing this to him did make the
situation more enjoyable.
He sunk to his
stomach and raised his arms to be level with his chest as he waved through the
gastric acid. It was getting very difficult to see and breathe now. The bubble
that trapped him had filled with a thick pink fog; his stomach tensed as he
fought off the urge to vomit from the powerful stench infiltrating his
nostrils. He throbbed as the tingling slowly grew stronger and sharper, hotter.
His legs began to quake, he dipped to the side, losing his balance and his leg
fell away from under him, he sunk to his chest as his foot searched for a hard
surface that wasn’t there to stop his fall.
His breathing
became more laboured. He could feel his breath scraping against his windpipe.
His body was burning. The air was so thick and humid that he felt like he was
slurping up Pokimane’s vomit. His cock was throbbing and felt so…well odd, both
good and painful, he was squirming in place, slowly pushing himself deeper and
deeper into the acid, and he felt the base of his neck warm with the acid. His
heart was racing now, he was going to drown and burn away and he was going to
cum so hard. His naked cock was convulsing, he couldn’t stop it. The danger made
it hotter and hotter and his cock throbbed faster and faster.
He came and he felt
his spunk pushed back on his cock by the thick liquid, he began to throb more
and more, shooting more of his seed into Pokimane’s hot humid stomach. He’d
never cum so hard in his life.
“Oh, fuck me!”
Blake gasped out, he sunk down to half the length of his neck.
BANG
The thick mist
suddenly twisted around him as if it was trapped in a hurricane and began to
thin out. Rapidly becoming thinner and thinner until he could finally see the
rest of Pokimane’s stomach again, the fresh moist air was cool
on his cheeks despite the heat of the room.
SPLASH
A wave nearly twice
as big as he was tall rose over him as a large piece of food
struck the surface next to him.
“No! No! No!
Pokimane!” Blake screamed and the wave slammed down on top of him, pushing him
down. The thick slimy acid closed in around him. He squeezed his eyes shut but
even if they were open, he would be blind. The harmonious pink light from the
outside world could not penetrate the thick murky surface of Pokimane’s stomach
acid.
He tried to move
his arms and kick, to swim his way back to the surface. He grunted, a tiny air
bubble escaping him as his limbs slowly moved through the thick acid, his
muscles aching from the strain until he went limp, relaxing them when he could
not take the strain anymore. He sunk deeper and deeper. He tried again but he
was too weak to cut through the burning gunge.
He heard a distant
splash as another mushy piece of food struck the surface and the next thing, he
knew the soft glob struck his head sending him several feet deeper into the acid. It draped over him, cocooning him, rancid air
filled his lungs as his head found its way into a tiny air pocket in the chunk
of mush that had struck him. It was pitch black inside the pocket but could he
see himself, he would see his tanned skin was now a dark vibrant red from the acid’s
burning kiss. His cheeks prickled painfully as his mouth moved, taking in the
limited amount of air as he and his mushy cocoon sunk deeper and deeper.
His cocoon began to
swirl in the slimy darkness. Blake could feel the motion in his head, his neck beginning
to rate his noggin, nausea from the motion sinking in. the cocoon began to
speed up as the current grew in strength, beckoning him towards the entrance to
Pokimane’s small intestine.
Blake’s head struck
the sides of his slimy air pocket, the gooey food splashing about the area and
over his face. He winced, hissing through his teeth as his cheeks burned under
the mush. His eyes watering.
The cocoon began to
spin inside the current as it neared the source of the suction. Pieces of the
mushy capsule broke away and swirled down the drain of Pokimane’s small
intestine. As it sunk closer and closer more pieces broke away. Blake’s heart
began to pound with fear as he heard the mushy food encasing him crack and
shudder as it broke up under the influence of the acid.
The mush around his
legs was pulled away and he felt the intense heat of the acid. It was much
warmer than the more, airy area of Pokimane’s giant stomach. He could
feel the whirlpool of a current under him tugging on his naked legs. He began
to slip down the mush as it continued to break apart.
“Oh no! Oh no! Oh-“
his mouth slammed shut as the hot thick substance closed around him and he was
pulled entirely free of his safe, slimy cocoon.
Every inch of his body stung as his burned flesh was exposed to the hot corrosive
caresses of his friend and crush’s stomach acid. His toes brushed something
moist and solid and suddenly they were slurped into a tight canal. It squeezed
around his ankles, and the saturated soft flesh flexed around him, pulling him
deeper into its depths, taking the start of his calf into the canal.
He shivered as he
felt something thin, long and like everything else slimy, caress his legs. The
tentacles curled around his legs and began to pull him in as the canal walls
continued to flesh, sucking him deeper and deeper into Pokimane’s duodenum, the
villi reaching up to pull him into her depths from her small intestine.
Imane's Intestinal Intimacy by Archne_Lover
Chapter 4: Imane’s
Intestinal Intimacy
Blake took a deep
breath as his head was sucked into Pokimane’s duodenum, the wrinkly lips that
sucked him in closing as they continued to filter small pieces of mush inside
itself and send it on its way to her small intestine. The villi around his legs
began to slacken as they pulled him deeper down the tight tunnel, the hot pink
walls squeezing him, flexing against him, and pushing him further down, dim
pink light filtering in through them as it had in the stomach, just not as
bright.
His blistered feet
were eased around a sloping turn and the next thing the 2 inch snack knew he
was sliding down like he was in some soft, slimy hot pink water slide. He let
out a startled scream as he shot down her intestine until it levelled out and
began to curve again, slowing him down.
Almost fuzzy pink
tendrils lining the canal walls brushed over him, caressing his naked body as
he was squeezed along the hot pink pipe. His heart began to beat faster in the
claustrophobic space. Microvilli kissed his naked flesh, exploring it as he was
pushed further, tickling the burned skin making him shiver and shift, wriggling
against the tight walls. He felt like a mouse inside a snake, he imagined
Pokimane’s intestine bulging slightly with his shape as he was sent deeper and
deeper.
He flinched,
thrusting his crotch as he felt one of the microvilli tease the tip of his soft
cock, still tender from the intense orgasm in Pokimane’s stomach and the
gastric acid’s caresses. It stung and felt incredibly enticing at the same
time.
“Pokimane…you’re
going to…ah…turn me into a-ah masochist…” Blake gasped, his chest shuddering
with erratic breaths as Pokimane inadvertently teased his sore cock.
His red flaccid
member twitched, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting out from his cock as
it slowly lifted and hardened as the microvilli vibrated against its base and
the slimy villus housing them explored his groin. The dim pink walls around him
flexed, pushing him further along, the soft moist floor curling into a bump-like
shape and spanking his naked red ass as it pushed him along. The villus
exploring his cock was pulled away by the sudden motion, tracing its length up
and along his erect sore member, his hips bucking from the intense mixed
sensations. The microvilli kissed a trail up the underside of his cock as they
vibrated against him until the last brushed his tip and was dragged over his
stomach.
A fresh set of
villi had curled around both of his legs as he slid along Pokimane’s small
intestine, drifting deeper and deeper, further away from her soft, glorious
lips and closer to his final destination of her colon. His back arched as he
felt microvilli buzz against the underside of his scrotum.
A long pink fleshy
tentacle curled around his waist, so close he could make out the yellowish
flesh beneath the pink slimy surface. His hips bucked as the microvilli tickled
his stomach and he began to twist and turn, the movement seemed to invite more
villi to him, they wrapped around his arms, his neck and his chest. The
microvilli vibrated all over his stinging naked body, he thrashed out his arms,
stretched his legs and thrust his crotch into the air.
The villus between
his thighs reached up and he felt his ass begin to wobble and shake as the
microvilli quivered against the crack of his ass, barely sinking an inch between his cheeks. Fresh tears pooled in his eyes as he began to
alternate between laughing and moaning. His cock began to violently throb
squirting small droplets of cum as the villus stimulated his balls, perineum,
and ass all at once, increasing its pressure as it tried to stretch up his
back.
His breath became
quicker. The vibrating didn’t stop, his cock becoming hypersensitive beneath
the continuous teasing of his crush.
“F-Fuck
P-P-Poki-mmm-mane s-st-stop!” Blake begged as his pelvis began to thrust,
shooting fresh streams of cum from his tingling tip. The warm thinning
substance splattered against his stomach. He pulled his tiny arms against the
slimy tentacle, minuscule vibrators grinding themselves against the sore flesh.
His toes curled as his screams turned into another groan of ecstasy as another
orgasm rocketed through him, this time one of the drops of cum splashing down
right next to his head. He stared out of one eye at the tiny white blurry
puddle and it quickly broke up and became diluted by the mixture of Pokimane’s
stomach acid and chyme, breaking down into nutrients for her. His hips bucked
again as the comparison of that to her swallowing his cum wormed its way into
his mind, she did not even know she was digesting his spunk.
His vision blurred,
images swimming into his view as his body trembled as the spasms of another
orgasm shot through him. A fuzzy image of Pokimane’s giant beautiful face
loomed over him, her full puffy lips parting as her hot slippery tongue slid
under his scrotum and curled around his ass, and began to vibrate with her
moans and giggles of delight.
“Oh, Imane! I love
you!” Blake cried out as he shot another load into her phantom mouth, coating
her sexy tongue in his whipped cream, frothing in the shimmering pools of her
saliva.
Pokimane leaned
forward as she rushed to build herself some cover before converting it into a
sniping post to return fire on a rather skilled player, unaware that as she did
so her small intestine flexed and convulsed with her stomach muscles.
The soft, slimy
pink walls squeezed around Blake. He hallucinated Pokimane’s giant lips,
glistening with pink lip gloss close around his naked body as she sucked him
into her hot wet mouth. His tiny body burst free of the villi binding him and
shot down the tight wet pipe of Pokimane’s giant small intestine like a bullet,
his hard cock pushed down as it was dragged along the hot moist walls. His
pelvis began to bob and throb in ecstasy, firing another load of white droplets
over the pink glistening walls.
The hallucination
shattered as a fuzzy villus curled over his throat, the slight pressure
shattering the blissful imagery of Pokimane lightly sucking him as he laid on
her sexy tongue. Blake blinked forcefully, gasping as microvilli traced a line
up the length of his neck, caressing his Adam’s apple. He swallowed, his throat
bulging beneath the tickling sensations of the microvilli as the villus’s tip
began to rub the front of his shoulder, exploring his naked red body.
His heart fell as
he processed where he was.
“Oh right…ah!”
Blake cried out as another snake-like villus pushed its nose against his groin
and slid between his inner thigh. Dozens of microvilli began to nuzzle and
vibrate against the soft flesh of his balls and cock. Arching his back he
moaned, pressing his slick tip against the ceiling of the tight pink flesh of
Pokimane’s small intestine, it was like what he imagined grinding his tip
against her pussy.
The walls flexed
again, pushing him further down the intestinal tract. His breath hitched as his
cock was pressed into the villus, the microvilli decorating its length parting
and encircling every microinch of his engorged cock, grinding against its still
stinging flesh. As the walls around him flexed again the villus rubbed up and
down his length, the microvilli tips pressing harder into his cock and cock.
“Ow! Ow!” Blake
tried to sit up but the space was too tight, the ceiling warped around his
forehead but he was unable to fully sit up or reach for the villus being
pressed into his most sensitive area. He began to squirm, trying to kick and
dislodge the slippery pink tendril. Neither was he flexible enough nor did he
have the space to raise his legs enough to properly kick the assaulting
vascular projection.
He tried to slam
his soles into the floor of the giant organ, hoping to push himself back up the
intestinal tract and decrease the pressure forced onto him. Chyme, gastric
juice, and mucus splashed under his sole, the floor partially moulded under his
foot before it slid forward, slamming his testicles into the villus, and making
the microvilli push his member flat against his abdomen.
Blake’s eyes began
to cross with the pain, instinctively trying to close his legs to protect his
scrotum, only serving to push the tentacle harder into the fragile area. The
tense movement caught the attention of the other villi that had started to rub
him as he made slow progress down the small intestine. Slimy pink vines began
to curl around his legs, forcing them to open wider as the microvilli assaulted
his inner thighs and groin.
“Please…Please
stop…” Blake begged, his blurred tear-flooded vision shimmering and distorting
the pink light of the outside world.
Tears began to
slide down his cheeks, the trails burning from the memory of the stomach acid.
The glowing, slimy pink walls flexed and constricted, and his eyes squeezed
shut. The microvilli were stabbing into his balls and cock, pushing the
sensitive flesh inwards. His cock began to throb and convulse, spitting out
another trail of cum onto his already sticky abdomen. The world around him
suddenly shifted violently as the giantess lurched forward in as her delicate
fingers danced over the controller and Blake was flung down another curve of
the intestinal tract, the villus that had been tormenting his tender groin
forced out of his way making his breath hitch and his hips buck, his member
burning in agony.
As he slid down the
slope of Pokimane’s small intestine he tried to push his arms against the walls
to slow his slipping, his flat palms slipping over the bumpy surface of several
microvilli decorating the villi lining the trail. As the fleshy pipe curved he
entered a small pocket at the base of an ‘L’ shape and was able to grab hold of
a villus and pull himself back along the small intestine. His heart raced as he
felt the friction beneath him fade as he sat in a small gunky puddle of mucus
and chyme, hugging the slithering villus he had grappled to save himself.
The tentacle he
held began to squirm and turn, curling around, the tip encircling his lower
calf. Blake flinched back, catching himself against the walls as his foot
nearly slid out from under himself. Another villus curled around his ankle as
he gently put her foot back down as he barely stopped himself from decking
himself.
“What the?” Blake
hit at the villus, but it didn’t deter the tentacle. Another tendril slapped
against his back, rubbing its slimy bumpy surface over his back, reaching down
to his naked ass. He arched his back at the slick surface, he took a step away
from the villus but was held back by the tentacle around his leg. His bare foot
sunk an inch into the wet floor, a pair of exploring
villi found his arms and wrapped them around them, stretching them taught,
microvilli nuzzling his arms. He bent the knee of his one free leg to try and
pull himself free, he started to slide free when another villus found his leg
and curled around it, pulling it closer as it slid up his leg, forcing him to
do the splits and stretch out his leg.
Blake tensed his
muscles, straining against the moist pink vines. They pulled back lifting him
just off the floor of the intestinal tract. He tried to pull his arms against
them, and they barely stretched a microinch towards him. He was completely
helpless and forcibly reminded of his tiny size. The tendril on his back slid
between his ass cheeks, microvilli forcing his cheeks apart as they explored
the crevice.
His breath hitched,
his back arching, and pushing his flaccid cock, slick with cum, mucus and chyme
into the fleshy walls. His eyes bulged as one of the microvilli tips poked his
tight, virgin anus.
“No…No…No,” he
murmured pleadingly, dread infiltrating his voice, the microvillus sunk deeper
before sliding out and the tip of the villus that housed it slithered into its
place. Blake strained his back, pushing his pelvis as deep as he could into the
intestinal warm in a vain attempt to escape the villus’ warm moist touch.
The villus began
nuzzling his puckering anus, forcing the hole to slowly, agonizingly slowly,
widen. Blake thrust his pelvis so hard his back started to curve but there was
no escape, he let out something between a gasp and a scream as the pink head
slithered its way inside, his anus trying to close around the neck of the intruder. Microvilli pressed out against the wrinkly lips of
his anus, vibrating in delight as they sought to digest the grime and dirt they
found in the crevices. The skin began to tingle with irritation as the
microvilli worked their magic.
He gasped out again
as he felt the end of his flaccid cock pulled inside something warm and soft.
He looked down, pressing his chin to his chest, another villus had found his
cock and had slurped into what looked like a small orifice on its head. He
wanted to pull back. He felt the mixture of mucus and semen fizzing against the
abused tender flesh. The villus in his ass pushed deeper, and he flinched
making his member bounce in the pink vascular projection.
Blake felt his anus
tensing on reflex, inadvertently pulling the slender tendril deeper into his
anus, where it found and began to nuzzle and massage his g-spot as the other
villus began to suckle on his cock, now at half-mast and already leaking
precum, or was it regular cum? It was hard to tell after the number of forced
orgasms inflicted on him. With each twitch of the villus the orifice pulled
more of his member inside, slowly encouraging him to grow erect as its sister
pleasured his prostate, the tingling fizz was making his toes curl in pleasure.
It was like Pokimane was conditioning him for her pleasure. The thought made
his hips buck and another weak load shot out of his tip, it floated aimlessly
inside the head of the villus before slowly being broken down into protein that
would be used to make chyme for his crush.
Microvilli began to
stretch his ass canal, fizzing against the flesh as it widened the tunnel to
ease the entrance of the villus.
“Oh fuck! Imane!”
Blake moaned as he felt another orgasm force a dribble of cum out of his tip as
the villus made the most sensitive part of his prostate begin to fizz and
tingle. His anus began to flex and secrete the mucus equivalent as it came
against the microvilli pleasuring the length of his canal. The villus began to
press its nose into his prostate firmer, turning and squirming, trying but
unable to get any deeper as it pleasured the sensitive flesh. His cock stood to
its full height, lightly bobbing in the head of the pale pink moist tentacle.
The head of the villus pushed into his groin before sliding its way back,
making just enough movement to milk his cock, each bubble he felt caressed his
g-spot another droplet of his seed was fed to the villus and broken down to
feed Pokimane.
How many times had
he dreamed of them being together and now he was cumming repeatedly in her and
it was far from what he thought it would be like. And Blake had to admit he did
not exactly hate the experience as villus forced him to feed Pokimane his cum
and she didn’t even know it. His toes cracked as applied as much pressure to
them as he could as another orgasm made him buck his hips and a slightly
stronger, almost transparent glob of cum burst from the tip and floated
aimlessly in the villus tip before dissolving into a small flurry of bubbles
that floated back, kissing his swollen tip.
His legs shuddered
as another villus engulfed his balls. An outbreak of bubbles exploded around
them, some catching between his pubes while others combusted on contact into
smaller bubbles, teasing his wrinkled flesh and making his cock begin to throb
inside the other villus. It was like Pokimane was trying to squeeze every ounce
of cum out of him. Even the sweat in the crevices of his groin began to fizz
and caress his balls, and soon both his cock and his anus exploded with
secretions of euphoria and bliss. His cock began to just drool semen, his
member not even weakly flexing as the villi milked him dry.
His limbs became
like lead weights and went limp, his body glistening with sweat exhaustion took
hold, his eyelids grew heavy and with one final orgasm, he was knocked into the
land of dreams and ecstasy. As he hung limply in place Pokimane’s villi
continued to milk his drooping, drooling cock and pleasure his anus, hungrily
devouring everything his body produced and feeding the giant streamer. This
would be his existence until her body finally broke him down into nutrition, he
was a cum pump and protein maker for his friend and childhood crush. As he hung
in place more villi found him and began to rub, caress and massage his body,
absorbing and breaking down every minuscule droplet of sweat that shone on his
body as they searched him for more sources of nutrition.
The tip of one
caressed his lips and slowly pushed its way inside and began to fuck his mouth
as it explored his body. If he had been aware Blake would be more than
thankful, he was asleep at that moment as he was fucked in every available
orifice. As the one in his mouth reached his throat it began to secret mucus
and chyme as it slid in and out of his throat trying to reach deeper than its
length would allow, inadvertently milking more chyme from its small orifice.
Chapter 5:
Epilogue
A Few Days Later…
The
Moroccan-Canadian beauty was laid in her bed, her dark brown hair a lovely nest
of bedhead around her head. Sweat glistened on Pokimane’s fair crème skin, her
soft, pillowy breasts rising and falling as she inhaled deep breaths. The soft
flesh pushed between her delicate fingers as she molested her breast, her other
hand reaching down between her thighs, her fingers glistening in her carnal
juices as she played with her engorged slit. Adorable mewling moans escaped her
puffy pink lips.
Her heart raced in
her chest. Images of little Blake bouncing on her tongue, shouting for her
mercy as she sucked on his flavour and even continued to eat her meal nearly
sending him down her gullet with every mouthful. Her pussy throbbed with the
immense sense of power she felt, she could almost feel him squirming in her
mouth. She swallowed the rapidly pooling saliva in her mouth, her hand leaving
her naked breast, her fingers pressing against her throat and following the
small lump as it slid down her gullet as she imagined it was Blake.
Her pussy constricted
around her fingers, making them ache as she squeezed them with a hot vicelike
grip. Pleasure washed over her, her thighs opened, knees bending, toes curling,
and she came hard. Clear orgasmic fluid squirted out of her excited pussy,
creating a small naughty puddle on her pale green bedsheet.
Her legs dropped
back against the bed going limp, cleansing breaths calming the warmth that had
suffused her chest and nether lips. With each exhale, more and more of the
euphoria she felt faded and the horrible post-nut guilt crept over her body.
Without the cushion of arousal, she felt the weight of what she had
inadvertently done to her childhood friend.
When she hadn’t
been able to find Blake after her stream, she had begun to worry that maybe she
had actually, accidentally eaten him. She loaded up the footage and watch, her
mouth dropping open as she watched her friend being tossed around her mouth
before she swallowed him, she had even opened her mouth for the camera just
after. The memory made her heart burn and her loins ache as, despite herself,
part of her found the footage strangely alluring. It had been hours by the time
she saw what had happened, there was no chance of bringing him back up.
“I’m sorry Blake…”
she breathed, squeezing her eyes shut. She had failed again and given in to her
desires. She forced images of her dark haired, tanned friend sitting in her
pink gooey intestine, relaxing in her warmth, safe and sound. She was sure she
was in denial but it brought her comfort to imagine her tiny friend living safe
and sound inside her. She still talked to him, it was odd talking to her toned
stomach but it really did help, she always felt better after talking to him.
Though it didn’t
help that during her streams now she kept getting viewers asking to see the
inside of her mouth. And some had started editing images of her laughing and
smiling so that there was a tiny man, and a few times women, in her mouth.
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