The Birthday Treat
Becky:
wow…
that was a pretty intense rp haha <3 <3
Andrew:
Intense
and awesome!
Becky:
that
too. I thought you didn’t much like fatal ending, but you seemed
kinda into it!
Andrew:
I
know! That’s more your thing but… it was hot. Dark, but really
hot. The thought of you just… going all the way, no get outs, just
keeping me down for good… haha I guess you’ve got me into
it!
Becky:
hah
I knew I’d turn you eventually
Andrew:
Congrats
I guess! So like, you said before, you’d swallow me for real if you
could, which is awesome to know. But would you… you know… go all
the way for real?
Becky:
of
course
Andrew:
Wow simple as that? You’d actually go ahead and digest me?
Becky:
haha
sorry dude but yeah, I would. And you’d love it ;-)
Andrew:
…
OK that’s kinda hot. And… against all sensibility, I think I
would… haha which is kinda weird given what it means!
Becky:
nothing
weird about it, it’s super hot and I wanna do it
Andrew:
haha
if only!
Becky:
oh
really? You’d want to go all the way with me? Hehe remember, if you
tell me I can, you’ll stay down no matter what <3 <3
Andrew:
I
mean… with you? I kinda think I would… wow, yeah, weird to admit
that, but I think I’d be OK with it.
Becky:
well
I’m glad you did, it’s pretty hot to know that. your birthday is
coming up, so who knows, maybe I’ll have a special gift for ya
;-)
Andrew:
lol
the gift of ending up in your gut? Haha I can’t wait!
Becky:
lol
now I’m excited for your birthday too. But it’s late and I gotta
work tomorrow so I’ll catch you later
Andrew:
Ah
damn, it’s later than I thought! Good night Becks!
Becky:
nn
Addy
----
The following weekend ----
Andrew
took the menu offered to him by the waiter, laying it down on the
table and browsing the starters. The waiter continued around the
table, handing the other five people each a menu before walking
away.
“OK everyone, you can have whatever you want, it’s
all prepaid,” he said, glancing up around his friends.
“Oh
neat, thanks man.”
“Fancy, thanks!”
“Nice, you
might regret that, I’m starving!”
“I certainly will
then!”
Becky however leaned in next to him and said more
quietly, “Oh I will,” while giving him a wink, then going back to
perusing the starters.
Andrew felt his cheeks warm as he
blushed and buried his face in his own menu. Becky didn’t usually
say anything fetish related in public and he wasn’t sure how to
handle it, or the fact that even that tiny gesture was making him
hard. Using his hands in his pockets, he did his best to adjust
himself to hide the fact, before standing up and turning away a
little.
“I’ll be back in a sec,” he announced
nonchalantly, “just gonna use the bathroom, go ahead and order,
I’ll catch up,” and with that he briskly walked to the neon
toilet sign at the back of the restaurant, pushing in through the
door and letting out a sigh of relief as he glanced around the
ceramic white room and seeing it was empty, three toilet stall does
laying open.
‘I’ll just sit in here a bit and let it
relax back down,’ he thought to himself, taking a step towards the
empty stalls. Before he could take another, he heard the door open
behind him. He turned with a jump, coming face to face with a
grinning Becky.
As the door swung closed behind her, she
glance down at his slightly bulging shorts. “Hmmhmm I thought
that’d work,” she said with a cat like smile, her eyes flicking
back to his.
“Oh you’re mean! You did that
deliberately!” Andrew replied, in only slight protest.
“Well
yeah, I wanted to get you alone, I can’t very well give you your
birthday surprise out there can I?”
Andrew raised an
eyebrow, “Um, you can’t?”
She looked at him with
puzzlement, like he’d said something silly, “Well of course
not.”
She proceeded to rummage in her small black
clutch, withdrawing a smooth metallic cylinder, one end was flat with
a pattern of tiny holes, the other just had a large red button.
“So,
I had to really dig in the underbelly of the Internet for this, and
had to buy some bitcoin to pay for it, but here you go, I got this
for you.”
Andrew picked the small item from her hand,
looking at it all over. There wasn’t a single marking on it,
nothing to indicate what it was or what it did. Just a small red
button on the top with a tiny latch to prevent it pressing by
accident.
Becky continued talking as she withdrew an
identical looking cylinder, but with a blue button on. “Apparently
it’s a clone of some tech used by an exclusive sex club, just lacks
some features that we won’t be needing, so it’s all
good!”
Andrew looked at his cylinder and then at hers,
“Oooook… should I be worried that you appear to have bought us
matching dildos?”
Becky laughed, a bright happy sound,
and smiled sweetly at him, “very funny, they do look like that
don’t they,” she grabbed his tube, flipped the latch and pressed
one end on his upper arm, “the guy took me through it, it’s easy,
you just hold firmly against the skin and press the button…”
which she did. There was a metallic click and a quick sharp sting in
his arm, which he pulled away with a flinch.
“What the
heck was was that!”
Becky ignored him, taking her own
tube and pressing it into her own arm, flinching herself slightly as
it clicked, then dropping both tubes back into her bag.
Andrew
felt like ice was running up his arm, a cold sensation spreading out
over his shoulder, “what the hell is it doing!” A hint of panic
now in his voice.
Becky looked excited, not a trace of
worry on her face, “well, I can’t really say I know how they
work, but mine allows my body some extra leeway when it comes to
stretching, including bones, which seems super weird… and yours,
well, I mean it’s kinda obvious isn’t it?”
Andrew
had no idea, he stared at his friend for a moment before collapsing
on his knees, a wave of nausea and vertigo overtaking him, his vision
becoming narrow then fading to black.
...
“Addy?
Addy? Wake up, come on, that’s it,” Becky’s voice loudly rang
in his ears as his eyes shot open.
He groaned as he tried
sitting up, only managing to lift his head, a shiver running through
his body.
“What the heck was tha-WHY AM I NAKED!” He
glanced around frantically for something to cover himself, but found
nothing, instead discovering that he was laying across Becky’s
cross legged lap… her enormous lap, his feet on one knee, the back
of his head on the other.
“Wha… what th.. hell…
what” he stammered.
“It worked, this is amazing, it
worked!” She glanced at her watch, “OK so we need to do this now,
the timing is quite strict apparently, the sooner I start working on
you the better.”
“Working on me… what do
you…”
Becky’s stomach groaned as she looked down at
it him, Andrew’s eyes going wide with realisation.
“Yep,
I wasn’t sure I could get it all in time, but surprise!” She
smiled widely.
“I… I… but… for real? I mean.. I
never thought… like it was just role-play and …” he was
struggling to get through a whole sentence. All the stuff they’d
role-played, things they’d imagined. He’d said he wanted to do it
for real, but that was… that was when he thought it wasn’t
possible. “I’m not sure I want-”
“Shhshh… it’s
OK, I know it’s a bit of a shock, but I know how you feel about it,
I know you want it. I know you desire it, even if it feels a bit
scary facing it in reality. Look… and tell me you don’t want
in,” she lifted up her loose fitting top, showing of her belly and
lower chest.
Andrew stared, watching it rise and fall as
she breathed. Being swallowed had been his fantasy for as long as he
could remember. But that was it, a fantasy. Faced with this reality,
he just wasn’t sure. His mind was in turmoil, his deep seated
fetish was now possible, he wanted to try it, but a more animal part
of his brain was pushing back, scared, worried about the risk, about
what could happen if they weren’t careful.
Seeing his
indecision, Becky took the lead, “It’ll be fine, I’ll take good
care of you, just like we chatted about. I’ve known you a long time
dude, I know you want this as much as I do,” she looked uncertain
for a moment before asking, “Just… can you struggle a little, for
me? You know I like it a little… unwilling…”
He was
glad she’d taken the choice for him, he didn’t think he could
have settled on a decision. Struggling to reply, he made an almost
imperceptible nod instead. Becky beamed, she was so happy, he could
see it. This was the right thing to do. It would be fine. They’d
get to share this experience together, like they’d so often talked
about, and all their future role plays would be so much better, as
they’d know what it was like for real.
Her hands, as big
as his chest, wrapped around him, lifting him so they were face to
face. The air was cool, her touch hot, her breath sweet as she spoke,
bringing him closer as she did, “I can’t believe we’re actually
gonna go ‘all the way’, Happy Birthday Andrew!”
The
words took a moment to register, he opened his mouth to speak but
Becky was wasting no time. His face slapped against her outstretched
tongue, smothering his skin and mouth with saliva, cutting off his
unspoken protest. He felt brief pressure on the top of his head as
her lips pushed tightly on him, slipping suddenly over his head,
sliding over his spit covered face and meeting around his neck. Her
mouth was so hot and the air humid, her tongue undulated, rubbing
over his face, slathering him with more saliva.
He tried
to bring his arms up, to push back, but as soon as he made to move
them, Becky’s hand clamped around them, pinning them firmly. He
struggled feebly in her vice like grip, a small hum of pleasure
coming from the darkness ahead of him, followed by a firm pressure on
his shoulders.
‘There’s no way she can get me down,
I’m far too-’ Wet warmth spreading over his shoulders interrupted
his brief moment of hope, her lips stretching around him. Whatever
was in the other injection was doing its job. Andrew felt the hot
slick surface of Becky’s throat, he felt it moving, gulping on the
top of his head with a “gluck gluck” sound, not quite closing on
him enough to get a purchase.
‘Shit… oh god… she’s
gonna swallow me… she’s gonna do it… and...’ his thoughts
were fearful and panicked as the words ‘all
the way’
hung in his mind, ‘… she’s gonna digest me.’
Without
warning, a new sensation blossomed. Pleasure. Becky had moved a
finger onto his crotch, which he realised was still very much
aroused. It felt… amazing. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl,
allowing him to take in the sensations around him. Yes, there was
fear, but also… the warmth, the soft but strong tongue on his skin,
the sweet smell of her breath, the soft feeling of her throat trying
to claim him. It was like a switch had shorted in his mind. He was
still scared, his mind still fearful, but… he wanted this. He’d
always wanted this, for as long as he could remember, and Becky was
giving it to him. There was no one else he’d rather do this with,
though a small part of his mind chimed in that, at this point, he
didn’t have much of a choice.
His train of thought
fizzled out as Becky continued to toy with his arousal with her
fingers, undulating her tongue along his body and gulping on his
head. It was everything he’d imagined, more or less, and felt
amazing. The fear was still there but it was pushed down by the
overwhelming sensations around him. It wasn’t long before his felt
his climax coming, so close, just on the edge, his muscles getting
tight as it built.
Becky felt it too. As he started to
cum, she applied firm pressure to his feet and swallowed hard, her
throat stretching tight as it pulled him down into her neck, her hand
still pushing at his feet to keep him going until they too passed
between her lips, her neck bulging far more than would normally be
possible.
She shuddered as she forced another hard
swallow, even with the help from the blue injection, it was a little
painful, but feeling her friend in her neck, on his way down so she
could digest him… knowing he wanted it too… it was worth it. With
another tight swallow, the bulge in her neck slid down to her collar
bone, allowing her to suck in a deep shuddering breath, which she
breathed out slowly while speaking to her self.
“Fuuuuuuuuuccckk…
he’s going down… I’m actually… I’m actually gonna do this.
Fuck.”
The inside of her chest felt too tight, Andrew’s
body was squeezing past her heart, and she felt it. It didn’t take
long though for the hard tight sensation to change into something
quite different. It started slowly but built quickly, a feeling of
her belly suddenly getting very full, combined with a weird
fluttering sensation, the feeling of having something move inside
her. She shuddered, a wet patch former under her, wanting to do
something… ‘Not yet.. not here… later,’ she promised
herself.
As the last of Andrew was crammed into her
stomach, she felt something she hadn’t expected, the fabric of her
clothing brushing her skin. Her hand flew to the sensation, feeling
around, and was rewarded with a hard smooth lump sliding under her
touch. She probed her fingers around, realising she was pressing on
her friends head and shoulders, so tightly squeezed inside her it was
pushing her skin out a little. She quickly pulled her loose blouse
forward and looked down. Seeing the soft outline of her friends body
under her skin, seeing and feeling it move, struggling like she’d
asked him to, it really hit home quite how big he was, causing her to
take a sharp excited breath.
“Daaaaamn Andrew, you’re
gonna take ages to digest. Fuck… the next couple of days are gonna
be amazing. We’re gonna have so much fun until I finish with you,”
she let her blouse go, feeling it settle against her lumpy belly,
“time to go I think.”
She grabbed his clothing and
exitted the toilet stall she’d locked herself in, quickly shoving
it into a bin by the sinks, mumbling under her breath “You won’t
be needing those again…” and getting a thrill from the thought.
Looking down at the clothes, she grabbed a few handfuls of paper
towels, scrunching them up and dropping them on top until the
evidence was hidden.
She headed back out into the
restaurant, the sensation of her food moving within her causing her
to smile to herself. She almost laughed out-loud when she realised
she’d already started thinking of her good friend Andrew as food.
‘Just like I always said I would!’
As she approached
the table, she did her best to look worried, a bit in pain. “I’m
sorry guys, I don’t feel so good, I’m gonna have to bail. Can you
let Andrew know?”
“Awww I’m sorry, what’s wrong?”
One of the other girls asked.
“I think it was something
I ate,” she replied, trying not to smile at her own little
joke.
“Well I hope you feel better,” then the girl
looked puzzled, “Didn’t you see Andrew in the toilets?”
“No,
I didn’t see him. Do let him know I’m really sorry
though.”
Before anyone could ask anything more, she
turned and left the restaurant, making a beeline for her car which
was parked at the far corner of the lot, where it was darkest, being
away from most of the lights dotted around the car-park. She slumped
into the driver seat, leaning back in chair and closed her eyes,
taking slow deep breaths, only now feeling her nervous she’d been.
One hand moved up and caressed her belly, stroking the shape of her
meal, feeling it move as she did.
“Wow… I can’t
believe it, I did it. Damn!” she let out a small whoop of
excitement. She pressed her fingers into her skin, being rewarded
with the feeling of her food sliding around under the pressure,
accompanied by a long guuuuurrrrn inside her. The firm lump her
fingers rested on pushed back, then slid away to the side. She
giggled lightly before talking down at her chest, “Oh Andrew, it’s
OK, I’ll take good care of you over the next few days, digesting
you is going be amazing, for the both of us. You’ll see. I need to
drive now, so be a good meal and settle.”
With that, she
started her car and left the restaurant, grinning to her self while
whispering, “Best Birthday Dinner ever”.