Slipped Through the Cracks

By Supernova

A Commissioned Work

Pursing her lips, Liv covered her eyes and groaned as her alarm blared for the third time on what should otherwise be a lazy Saturday morning. Always jumping in surprise when she heard the polite-sounding xylophone, she reacted with a fight-or-flight response to the default iPhone ringtone in any other context. Pushing away her puffy, white comforters with her long, pale legs, she felt her calves drop off the mattress, experiencing a sense of disdain at the fact that the entire world seemed too small for her. She squinted as the morning sunlight beamed into the room, as if the outside were screaming at her to get moving.

After she pressed her feet on the grey, carpeted floor, she stretched, letting her bright blonde locks fall to the middle of her back. At six-foot-three, she always thought she'd feel like a monster if not for the fact that she had otherwise attractive features. In her pure-white panties and bra, her favorite sleeping attire, she groggily stumbled over to her standing mirror. 

She sighed. Despite waking up quite late for her, at 9:30 AM, she couldn't help but stare at the darkened bags under her eyes. Raising her brown eyebrows, she adjusted her position and tried to improve her posture. After her first attempt to stand up straight, she couldn't help but slouch again in front of the white-framed mirror when she realized that her "tall" position cut her face off in the reflection. Was she too big or the world too small? 

She needed to remain both seductive and professional, a delicate balance between her two jobs: grad student and "specialized escort" through a newly popular networking app. Though she received a relatively generous stipend from the university to study electrical engineering, the app remained a much more lucrative source of income; she just wished the two worlds never collided.

Still posing in the standing mirror, Liv couldn't help but admire her physique. Though she held the deep insecurity that she was far too tall, she actually quite liked her proportions and figure. Despite being taller than most men, she could still look fondly on her delicate facial features framed by a perfectly sharp, feminine jawline. Her eyes were strikingly azure-blue, almost supernaturally so, with a vibrancy that could be spotted from a distance. With her extremely regimented skincare routine, she made sure that she maintained a healthy glow, though today she knew she'd have to apply extra lotion under her eyes. Running her fingers along the sides of her torso, she twisted slightly to smile at her wonderfully flat belly. Biting her lip, she ran her palm over her round buns, giving one a light slap and watching the surface jiggle for just a moment. She stared as her skin glistened under the morning light, in the subtle shadows she could see a hint of a six-pack, though she didn't want to emphasize the musculature. Though she knew it was due to an extreme, borderline unhealthy amount of exercise, Liv was thankful she didn't lose weight in her breasts or ass, and understood that her natural body type was the envy of many women. 

Minus her height. 

Fixated upon that one perceived flaw, she wished that she could literally see eye-to-eye with other women. One in particular. She wished she could be seen as an actual beauty, as opposed to one quite literally fetishized due to her strange stature. 

Trying not to frown due to her negative thoughts, she shook her head lightly and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Saturday morning. The only point of the week that was truly free from plans. This time was her own, though the lingering exhaustion was quite literally oppressive. 

Through her unique form of escorting, Liv discovered how to survive through being an actress. Putting on a "Face." Always feeling exhausted, she had to sacrifice her internal feeling for external results. A constant regimen of exercise, healthy food, meditation, yoga, networking, and a brutal combination of academic work and independent studying. Always on-the-go, Liv experienced life through a series of daily tasks set days, if not weeks in advance. Only getting roughly four hours of sleep per night, she found a way to time her sleep schedule so she'd wake up energized. 

Today, she woke up off this cycle.

Saturday was her "Cheat day" - having a very strict regimen of diet and exercise, she looked forward to being able to eat whatever she wished after her "appointments." Scanning around the rather droll decorations of her apartment, she almost actively frowned. It looked like a furniture catalog. Everything was so minimalist - so flat! So blocky! She laid back in her bed with a plop, her busty chest bouncing inconveniently behind her bright white bra. 

Covering her face with her palms, she grunted. Falling back on the bed was a tremendous mistake. Curling her toes over and over in an attempt to stay "active" as her reflex to sleep took over, she rolled around several times. Liv was forced to understand herself and her limits. One misstep could throw off her entire rhythm. Everything she did in life, she felt, was important. Letting something slip through the cracks was not an option. Not to her.

Now gritting her teeth, she hoisted herself back upwards. Not even a "lazy" morning was free from basic chores.  As she stood back up, still groggy, she lifted her comforters and laid each of them on top of each other with an almost uncanny precision. Perfect. Liv sighed. Too perfect. 

In a constant state of anxiety, Liv felt an immensely powerful grip within her chest. As if her heart itself was on fire. Outside beauty; inner turmoil. Breathing slowly and with meditative purpose, she felt the need to attempt to flush the stress from the week away through breathing exercises as she performed her morning duties. 

Inhaling methodically through her nose and out her mouth, she looked at her phone laying over on her pale white nightstand. Having bought the latest model iPhone, the 4X, just last week, she stared at it with a strong cocktail of emotions. One one hand, she could purchase it without financing, she could take beautiful three-dimensional selfies with it that could upload high-fidelity models of her entire body (including a medical-grade scan of her innards) into VR environments in an instant, it could charge to full in less than one minute, even in moonlight, using high-efficiency organic solar cells that were especially sensitive to UV light, and she could use it to talk to her friends. On the other hand, it was vital to her work in many ways. The clients contacting her, her university email, the incessant "reminder" apps, the ever-present pattern buffer that was in everything these days, and on top of it all, she despised the design. A clear, rectangular piece of glass? Not only was the literally-microscopic circuitry prone to breaking when you dropped it, it was always so hard to find! She could barely see it even on her nightstand. "Welcome to the future," she thought.

Fuck that. Liv wasn't going to play that game today. She decided she wasn't even going to touch it for the entire morning. Not until she made breakfast, at least.

Still breathing steadily, Liv took her time walking to the bathroom. Today would be an "Undershirt and sweatpants" sort of day, for sure, but she knew she had to maintain her skincare routine, else she'd be liable to break out into nasty blemishes like some gross teenager. Closing the door behind her, and locking it per habit, Liv took out everything she'd need for her routine. Toothpaste. Mouthwash. Cleanser. Post-cleansing lotion. Under-eye cream. Toner. Humectant. Post-toner cream. She sighed as each of the tiny bottles clicked on her milk-white bathroom counter. Primer. Foundation. Concealer. Bronzer. Blush. Powder. Eyeshadow. She sighed again. Eyeliner. Mascara. Eyebrow pencil. Lipstick. Setting spray. Hair moisturizer. Hair setting spray, which was obviously different from normal setting spray.

An army of bottles and other containers laid before her, totaling hundreds of dollars worth of disposable creams, ointments, and cosmetics. Which, of course, she needed to apply every single day. In spite of this, she still enjoyed looking at her own, bare face in the mirror, having stripped her face of makeup in her nightly routine a few hours earlier. "She always said I looked so pretty without makeup on" thought Liv impulsively as she shook her head quickly, trying to quash any intrusive memories.

Happy with her collection, Liv still felt as though even her simple morning routines on an "Off day" were quite daunting. Despite the relaxing nature of putting on her pre-shower lotion and massaging it into her soft skin, Liv still maintained her breathing exercise. Having learned how to control her breathing in Yoga class, she found it to be an effective way to control her body. Through years of experience, she found the ability to actively control the "dominant nostril" from which she exhaled from. 

Peeling away her undergarments, Liv continued her slow, methodical breathing, even as she watched the shower gush from above. Having a rather fancy enclosure, there was no true showerhead. Instead, tiny holes from the ceiling blasted down droplets of water scientifically engineered to mimic a hot jungle rain. Stepping into the shower-chamber filled her with a sense of true bliss. As if her worries were being cleansed away with her old sweat. Her hair, so bright that it barely darkened with the soaking rain, fell heavily over her back. Lathering herself with soap ejected from an electronic pump, she inhaled the relaxing aroma. The bottle read "Volcanic Ocean Sand" - whatever that meant, but the effect it had on her was undeniable. For the first time in nearly a week, she felt truly at peace. No phone. No work. No pestilence. Liv embraced the warm water as it fell from her breasts, giggling softly as she made a little pool with her cleavage before letting it all crash down at once with a satisfying splash.

A hazy fog continued to fill the chamber as she carefully shaved away her delicate leg, armpit, and pubic hair with her waterproof electric razor. Bumps and rashes now a thing of the past, the word "razor" was used only by tradition, as getting rid of hair at the follicle-level was as easy as rubbing a thin bar of synthesized gel over your skin. Always loving the smooth sensation of freshly-shaven skin, Liv couldn't help but reach between her legs and rub on her "sweet spot" only for a moment. Such a pure, clean feeling. 

Looking forward to the rest of the relaxing morning, Liv tried to suppress the knowledge of the brevity of her respite. As she turned the water off, the gushing stopped abruptly, quickly replaced with a tempest of warm, drying air. The very holes that once let rainwater fall from above were now blasting an aromatic desert wind. Each day was a different scent. Today it was prickly pear. How exotic.

Upon leaving the shower, Liv went through her familiar motions. Teeth, lotions, cosmetics, hair. It was a slog, but she experienced a sense of relief in self-care. "Maybe I should take a selfi-- oh" Liv thought, flustered, as she remembered her plan to keep her phone as far from her eyes as possible that morning. The phone meant responsibilities, contact, and the "day" officially starting. Nope. Not yet. She painted on her lipstick, a lovely pink color that complimented her hair with a slight gloss that somewhat matched the bonde lustre she was used to. 

Smacking her lips in the mirror, she smiled in glee as she snapped on her next bra for the day. The sensation of her breasts perking up and pressing into her cleavage was always a strange feeling, but she liked it nonetheless. Slipping on a new pair of panties, she experienced a rush of motivation to tackle whatever challenge she faced. The relaxation, for the first time in a long while, had actually taken hold. 

Traipsing into her bedroom, she tossed on an oversized tee shirt and sweatpants. It was going to be one of those days. Smiling, she went back in front of the standing mirror out of pure curiosity. She wanted to know what she looked like when she wasn't stressed. If her perceived flaws would somehow vanish. She giggled and spun, admiring how "free" her face felt, how her hair bounced, how her shoulders weren't completely tense. For this moment she had complete freedom within her own apartment. Spinning again, she loved how her loose tee-shirt buffeted her skin, not having to wear something skin-tight and "Sexy." She adored how airy her sweatpants were, feeling the breeze over her thighs and calves. Barefoot and loving it, she danced on her tippy-toes, seeing how her blonde locks shifted with her ballerina-like movements. 

She couldn't stop smiling. Her bright white teeth gleamed in the morning light. Her pink lips were twisted into an expression of unadulterated glee. She wanted to laze like this forever, though she'd treat herself today. 

A growling emanated from her stomach. The slight vibration coupled with the familiar pang of emptiness combined into a startlingly good idea: Starting off her cheat day with a full, massive breakfast. Liv's mouth watered just thinking about it.

Tip-toeing into her kitchen excitedly, she took out three eggs, four pieces of bread, five strips of bacon from the auto-thawer, and a handful of small potatoes, which she quickly chopped up. She couldn't stop giggling. Her high-pitched squeaks burst through the apartment, even over the loud sounds of frying food. The bacon itself was done first, after which she fried the chopped potatoes in the leftover grease. Bacon-infused hash browns. What could possibly be better? Scrambling eggs with a huge chunk of Velveeta and a small cup of whole milk, she stirred them fast until they were almost like a sauce. Her favorite. She slathered an immense amount of butter on the huge stack of toast. The presentation was divine, especially after she prepared herself a tall glass of chocolate milk spun with her preferred brand of fudge. The scent was beyond comparison. After a full week of her almost-purely vegetarian diet, her nostrils fluttered at the warm aroma of a fatty, greasy, full breakfast.

She placed her beautiful creation on her snack table with a loud clink. It looked perfect. Picturesque, in fact. This just had to go on Instagram. Thinking of captions for her picture as she walked towards the nightstand to retrieve her phone, Liv hesitated. Hovering her hand over the translucent glass rectangle, she wondered what the worst possible result could be from "Starting her day." What if she had to review a paper? What if she missed a call? 

Liv abruptly grabbed the phone and, upon her touch, it sprung to life. What once was a clear piece of glass was now a glowing pane covered in Liv's worst fear: a bright red square. A notification for a "Top Priority Escort Request."

She felt like she wanted to scream. The realization was shattering. It was a near-guarantee that she'd have to work today. Though she knew it was a possibility at any time, she knew it was her own fault for allowing clients to put the "Top Priority" option within their request. It was a double-edged sword, on one side, those guys paid serious bank. A "Top Priority" was literally triple the normal cost of a regular escort. On the other side, they had to be fulfilled immediately and those guys tended to be somewhat strange. Despite these misgivings, she's never really had a truly bad client before.

Upon opening the message, she grit her teeth and felt all the relaxation she had been building fall away like a house of cards. The anxiety pulsed back like an explosion of lava through the caldera of a once-dormant volcano. She wanted to scream. The contract she signed stated she had to follow through with this ridiculous request or she'd get banned from the app for false advertising. Liv wanted to throw the phone across the room, but she steeled herself. 

ONLYFANGS [TOP PRIORITY] ESCORT REQUEST

***OPEN IMMEDIATELY***

CLIENT DEMANDS:

-4PM SATURDAY SEPT 19 2054

-TF/VORE/REF

-MUST HAVE EMPTY STOMACH (NO EATING ALL DAY)

-TF STATUTE: MEDIUM-SIZED CUCUMBER

-VORE STATUTE 1: USED AS VAGINAL SEX TOY ON CLIENT'S PREMISES

-VORE STATUTE 2: SWALLOWED WHOLE ON COMPLETELY EMPTY STOMACH

-REF STATUTE: AUTOMATIC AFTER EXPULSION - PATTERN BUFFER TO TRT

ESCORT [TOP PRIORITY] CONTRACT MANDATES [ACCEPT] OR [SELF-BAN]

  Empty. Stomach.

"FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FAAAAAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" She screamed in the middle of her last curse. "Stupid fucking client!" The scent of her breakfast still held heavy in the air. Her jaw quivering, her heart beating in her chest hard enough for it to hurt, she looked at her snack table and was forced to resist the urge to kick it away. She ground her teeth, hearing a squeak as they crushed together, and held her hair tightly in a white-knuckled fist. The phrase (NO EATING ALL DAY) was stuck in her mind. Seriously? Was it that important to this fucking client? 

She picked up her freshly made breakfast, thundered over to the kitchen, and slammed the warm food into the auto-composter. Such a fucking waste! Rage, anxiety, and pure stress pulsed through Liv's veins. She forcefully slammed her finger on the green [ACCEPT] button on the bottom of her phone. Tears in her eyes, she walked back to her bed and put her palms in her face, sighing hard. Though she didn't dare touch her cosmetics, she then realized how little control she had over her own life. Despite the fact that she was inevitably going to be paid for this, was this truly freedom? Was she getting paid in relation to what her incessant work took from her? She could have a Saturday, yes, but only part of it, she had to be hungry, and all she could eat all day was some fucking cucumber that some weird dude turned himself into! God fucking damn it!

And, on top of that, she forgot to put the meal on Instagram! It looked so perfect! Biting her tongue, she decided to thumb through the rest of her notifications. Academic emails. Of course. Peer-review, a full packet of electrical engineering calculations, and a long letter from her advisor, which was never good. Liv wanted to scream again. 

Feeling the need to focus on one thing at a time, she decided to tend to the needs of her client. From the looks of it, he felt as though he wanted to spend the weekend sliding through her body as a cucumber. We all have our tastes, I guess. 

Hitting accept on the "OnlyFangs" escort account instantly opened a dialogue box with the client in order to finalize the details. This one wasted no time at all in contacting her under her pseudonym, her "escort name," as she wouldn't dare connect her actual name to this business of hers.

Jensandwich: Hi, baby. Are you there?

Pimento: hieyyy. you the snack? ;D

Jensandwich: Yes! Haha. I trust you read my request?

Pimento: Top priority. It made me soooo hungry 

Jensandwich: I apologize if I seem uncouth, but that is so fucking sexy...

Pimento: anything for a top priority client like yourself, sweet thing. btw where's my meal??

Jensandwich: My house is on 89 Applewood Smoke Ln in Ocean Point. Be here at 4 promptly.

Pimento: I have to wait so long for youuuuu....

Jensandwich: I apologize...... 

Pimento: don't be sorry... food isn't sorry. food is just food.

Jensandwich: Fuck... You are good.

Pimento: 1 question tho... 

Jensandwich: Shoot.

Pimento: no eating all day? an unusual request...

Jensandwich: I can't deny the fact that I'm a jealous person. Even in the case of the other food I would be sharing you with. Frankly, I want you all to myself. No food all day after the "Consummation" either, please. I... I want to be alone. With you.

Pimento: my body is your temple~

Jensandwich: Excellent! I'm so excited for this! Also, can you refer to me as Jens, please?

Pimento: food has no name, but ok... cucumber. i mean Jens...

Jens: .................................

Pimento: was that a good thing? :p

Jens: You are PERFECT. PERFECT PERFECT PERFECT! See you at 4! BRING A BATHING SUIT!

Pimento: see ya, cucumber <3 <3

Upon closing the app, she put her hand over her eyes. "Ugh, this guy is so cringe," she thought, hoping the pay-off would be worth it given how hungry she'd have to be until tomorrow. One whole cucumber for an entire twenty four hours was a starvation diet. 

"This shit fucking sucks." Liv said to herself out loud as she walked over to her closet, her entire torso aching from hunger. Flipping through the wardrobe, she found the perfect, white bikini, looking almost exactly the same as her white underwear, which she supposed was a good thing. In the back of her closet, she found her TRT rolled up in its portable position, like a blanket on a camping trip.

The TRT - the Transformation-Reformation Tent - was a technological miracle. When unfurled and put into place, it looked like a small polyester closet, the inside lined with foil, with a zipper functioning as a door. You walk in, zip up the entryway, and a user on the other side can transform you into a number of physical objects, but there are fewer hurdles when it is something organic. Like, say, a cucumber, or a smaller version of your own body. A DNA-bound modulator (DBM) infused into the transformed object by the TRT allows you to form memories and experience sensory input as the transformed object and is important for the reformation process. The TRT converts your biodigital data, your "pattern," and transmits it to a storage unit known as a "Pattern buffer," which is found in any late-model phone. To re-form into your original body, the DMB is scanned (Liv had a scanner installed into her toilet!), with transmitted to the pattern buffer (which syncs with the TRT), and "Re-forms" your original body with memories of the experience intact. Simple! 

Long story short, you step into the box, you turn into a cucumber. The cucumber (or what remains of it) gets scanned at a later time and your "soul" is transmitted to a phone for storage. The phone sends this signal to the box. You come out of the box.

If all goes according to plan, the transformed person should simply find themselves zapped back into the tent when she clicks a button on her phone. She never really wanted to reform them in her own apartment, so she would usually pick the nearby parking garage, where they could call an auto-taxi or something.

As one of the top 5% earners in the OnlyFangs app, Liv earned her TRT operator's license. Though it took less training than she'd expect, she was one of the few escorts in the entire business who could transform people, as opposed to other, simpler methods of change such as mere shrinking. 

Placing the rolled-up tent on her bed, Liv found the sexiest crop-top blouse she could find, which went well with her black pleated miniskirt. The black of the blouse would likely contrast well with the whiteness of her bikini. With her oversized black sunglasses, she puffed up her curly hair. The old folks would make fun of the young women who wore their hair like that, saying they looked like they were from the 1980s, but people who remember that era were few and far-between these days. After the wars, at least.

Her anxiety now bursting out of her chest, she already considered the day a "wash." Clicking her phone on her desk, a monitor sprung up before her, as if it came out of thin air, and a keyboard transmitted over the desk's surface, turning it into another touchscreen. Clattering her fingers over the flat, white surface of the desk, she experienced a sense of exhausted sadness begin to grip her again as she responded to her advisor's email. This was supposed to be her off-day. 

Liv's stomach growled as she sent the letter before moving on to a series of confusing-looking electrical engineering equations. May as well get this work done now, given that she'd be spending the rest of the afternoon at some stranger's place. As she performed the intricate mathematics, she had the same pre-client anxiety she always had. What if he was going to kill her? What if he answered the door with a gun? What if he changed the arrangement and lied to OnlyFangs? A series of awful scenarios blasted through her mind. She grit her teeth as she figured out how much current was passing through a circuit. She winced as she realized that her latest equation failed due to a simple arithmetic error. She leaned forward and put her hand on her forehead. Seriously? Was she forgetting how to add, now?

Hours passed. She completed her assignment halfway. Her advisor responded with "K." Her stomach growled worse. 

Placing the client's address into the maps app on the phone, she was pleasantly surprised when she found it was only a half hour away. Wanting to get there somewhat early, Liv stood up, stretched, and retrieved the rolled-up tent from off of her bed. Placing a little ribbon on the top of it with hearts at the ends of it, she felt it'd make for a more feminine, almost sexy appearance as opposed to looking like a rugged, technological piece of camping equipment. After slinging it over her back, she put on her oversized black sunglasses, black flats, and walked through the door, ready to blow some guy's mind.

After sitting in her bulbous, electric, semi self-driving car, she placed her phone in the dock on the dashboard. Immediately syncing with the maps app, she pulled out of the apartment's parking complex and the car took over as it reached the highway. Liv stared at the window, looking at all the young trees pass by next to the highway, growing amongst the blackened stumps that were left over from the last war. Feeling bitter that she'd never really seen a fully-grown forest, she felt a bit of hope, seeing new forests take their place. Perhaps she could grow anew from the scorching she felt now?

"Arrived at: 89 Applewood Smoke Lane! End of ride." The speakers in the car over-rode the music as the vehicle stopped in front of an immense, beautiful mansion. Taking over the controls, Liv drove into the winding driveway, her mouth agape. Looking like it was built sometime last century, pure white colonnades lined sheer brick walls that seemed to ascend into infinity. Liv thought her apartment complex was large, but this one house, seemingly owned by one man, dwarfed it. Liv wondered when the house itself would end, as she realized the driveway itself was like its own street on its own. Though the home wasn't completely old, as no homes truly were these days, but she knew that this restoration was as accurate as it was artful. A true "Plantation house" as it were. Smaller willow branches hung low, almost brushing the windshield of her car as it found its way to the back loop of the property. 

Standing at the rear door was an excited man who she supposed must have been Jens. Surprisingly normal looking, he wore a dark green vest with a black under-shirt, which matched his jet-black hair. As he was practically standing on his toes, he appeared to be electrically ecstatic. He had something of a cute face, he looked like he could be married, but she didn't spot a ring on his finger. 

As she stopped her car, she stepped from the driver's seat with her phone and the tent, she smiled at the giddily excited man.

"Pimento! Come in, come in! Make yourself at home!" He beckoned her over as some of her fears began to wash away. He didn't seem like a killer and his place didn't seem shady. And, at the very least, her phone was constantly tracking her and giving her location to OnlyFangs in case of emergencies. Smiling, she gave him a seductive look as they passed chest-to-chest through his immense, wooden back door. He was shorter than her, as most men were, but he was still somewhat average height at 5'9 or so. 

Craning her neck, she scanned the sights within the central chamber of the tremendous house. A central staircase led up to two balconies with natural-wood bannisters. Fine art hung from nearly every free wall, some of which were even paintings that Liv recognized. 

"Nice place, Jens!" Liv said. "Where do you want me to put the tent?"

 "Why thank you, Pimento! Though its beauty is nothing compared to yours!" Jens responded, bowing.

It took every single nerve in Liv's body not to roll her eyes. She blushed and smiled meekly. "Oh, Jens! You're too kind!"

"And you can place the Tee Are Tee in the middle of this room here." Jens made sure to articulate every word he spoke, as he seemed very educated, but Liv could tell there was an element of condescension in his voice. This guy didn't know she was going to be an electrical engineer, but such was the price to pay in keeping her lives separate. 

"To him, I'm just some dumb whore." she thought as she undid the velcro straps of the fabric-lined device. Unrolling it on the floor itself, she tried to fit the PVC piping that formed its structure as sexy as she could, giving Jens a wink or two as she did so. It wasn't easy being attractive as you were constructing a tent, but Liv was a professional. She knew how to keep clients and keep the work flowing.

"Oh, very nice!" Jens said as the final "Click" came from between two pipes. "You are quite skilled at this!"

Liv stood, towering over him. Looking down upon his brown eyes, she blinked a few times, very slowly, and asked "So when do you wanna..." as she took her pointer finger and drew an invisible line down the front of her throat, between her large breasts, and over her belly. 

Jens blushed. "Oh! Uh, well, uh, I..." He began twiddling his fingers together. The anxiety was palpable. "Actually, uh, first, I would, uh, like to show you one, uh, element of my request."

Liv, trying not to make her smile appear fake, raised her eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh yeah? What is it, babe?" 

"If you would follow me, please." Jens said, as if he were a butler. Beckoning Liv, he led her to another section of the house. Two glass doors that were so large an elephant could walk through them led to an outdoor patio surrounding the biggest swimming pool Liv had ever seen. "Olympic" couldn't quite cut it. Even public pools didn't extend quite this much. It was like his own private ocean. Next to the pool's edge was an air bed double the size of Liv's actual mattress at home. Trying not to let her awe color her facial expression, she just continued to smile, as if everything here were normal; something she's experienced before.

"Uh, once you, uh, do the deed... the first deed... with me... I'd like you to enjoy yourself with my, uh, changed form on the comfort of this inflatable air mattress while relaxing on the pool." Jens was sputtering so awkwardly he could hardly get the words out. 

Liv walked over seductively and put her hands on his shoulders. "So you want me to fuck you on this bed?"

Jens turned beet red. Choking, he got out. "Uh. Uh. Yes. Yes, miss. Yes Miss Pimento. Please."

"And then you want me to swallow you all the way down into my belly, correct?" Liv took Jens's wrist and placed it on her belly, feeling his cold hand caress her bare skin above her belly button. 

A bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face. "I, uh, one more thing!" He somehow turned even redder. "Can you, uh, clear everything out before you... before you... y'know..."

"Swallow you?" Liv smiled, hoping that she, in fact, did have to go to the bathroom. "I can do that, yes. If you'd be so kind as to show me where I can find your facilities, I'd be--"

"They're this way!" Jens interrupted, as though he were excited to show her.

Walking down a tremendous hallway, Liv turned to see a bathroom that appeared fit for a Roman emperor. Closing the door behind her, she stared at the toilet and, in surprise, actually felt the need to relieve herself. As if on cue!

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Jens could feel his heart smacking within his chest. He could feel himself about to burst, though he didn't want to blow his load prematurely. "Oh my God! She's so hot!" He kept thinking to himself, as if an echo was clattering through his skull. Pimento looked even better than she did in the pictures on the app! Somehow, even better than the 3D holo-scans! She was a true goddess! A wonder of nature! Leering her staggeringly tall body from behind, he wondered if she was, in fact, too good to be true somehow.

As he guided her through the hallway of his home, he could sense that she was in awe. Though he was flattered, he kept thinking about how he'd soon be sliding through the halls of her body, just as she was walking through the halls of the mansion. Watching her ass sway subtly behind the tempting curtain of her pleated miniskirt, he couldn't help but grow somewhat erect thinking about how he'd be sliding out of there some time soon. 

He would have her all to himself. One cucumber. One log of shit. That's how digestion worked, or so he thought. His speciality was in finance, not biology. Making his fortune as one of the premier post-war financiers, he found his way into this immense mansion at the young age of 29, his first of many. Though he had a reputation for being meek, nervous, and secretive upon first impression, Jens always managed to finalize profitable deals with a last-minute burst of confidence and, some would say, viciousness. The stark contrast was something that no one could forget, which led him to maintain consistent, lucrative business arrangements.

Spending most of his time in his large properties, Jens would constantly fantasize about transformation, both into food and, to his great shame, the digestive by-products of said food. His deep-seated belief was in his superiority over others, which was ironic given his "fraidy-cat" demeanor. Viewing his own body as frail and thin, he would constantly ruminate on his intellectual superiority. In this way, he thought of his fantasy in being turned into the "Opposite" of himself. His incredible, sharp mind being converted into literal feces by the physical form of some dumb, blonde hooker. He felt his blood pumping just thinking about it.

Only leaving his properties to finalize important financial arrangements that required him being there in person, he found most of his life to be lived in virtual reality. Consistently imagining being turned into food objects, swallowed whole, and converted into waste, this was the very first time he was doing such an activity in reality. As a financier, he was intimately acquainted with all the risks involved with any transaction. Though he thoroughly researched the technology behind the Transformation-Reformation Tent and found it safe to use, especially by a licensed operator, he still felt the thrill of the inherent danger. "Think of it as a roller-coaster. No one's been hurt on one for over a decade now and those are worked by snot-nosed teenagers. It'll be fine." He thought, his heart still beating at the idea of being so dominated by Pimento that the very idea of "danger" was crossing his mind.

Watching her step into his bathroom behind an immense, striped, wooden door, his heart was now pounding out of his chest. The woman who'd be consuming him was now relieving herself in his own home. She'd be spreading her asshole and releasing the waste of everything she ate the previous day. Or days? He had no idea, just just knew that the next time, it'd be him, and only him, sliding out her asshole. 

Feeling a pang of guilt at his next thought, he felt as though he wanted a preview of what was to come. Knowing that Pimento was just at the other side of that door, possibly peeling away her bikini bottom to spread her cheeks over his toilet, caused his mind to spark in frenzy. He did what he wished to do anyway. He tried to keep from giggling to himself as he placed his ear to his bathroom door to enjoy the sounds of this beautiful, tall woman expelling waste. 

Was this a violation? Was he being quite creepy? He knew the answer to both was "Yes," but Jens justified it in his mind by thinking that this was a hooker who sold her body, she should expect curiosity like this. He'd be experiencing it up-close and personally soon, anyway. And plus, she doesn't even know he's listening! What harm is there in that?

He grew red and bit his lip as he heard the somewhat harsh "Kshhhh" sound of her urination. He couldn't help but let his lip go before licking them, thinking that the very saliva in his mouth, at least some of it, would be transferred into the cucumber, then out Pimento's urinary tract. At this point he was so erect it was nearly painful for him to feel the sensitive organ press up against the inside of his tight khakis. Each time his heart pounded, he felt another jolt in his nethers.

He grit his teeth so hard, using an immense amount of energy to keep from moaning, as he heard the soft crackling sound of Pimento's shit crowning from her asshole. Though a "normal" person would react with extreme disgust, he felt the exact opposite. He wanted to be near it, to become it. To be the waste of the very woman he was just talking to.

His entire chest now pounding like a blacksmith's hammer, he felt his eyes roll back into his head as he heard a large "K'plunk" sound. It was better than he could have hoped. Oddly surprised by the deep sound her waste made by its splash in the toilet water, he was absolutely entranced by it. The deep, watery "K'plunk" echoed in his mind, the sound of a big, compacted piece of a beautiful woman's waste landing in his own toilet.

Though he knew the "main event" was long over, he practically had to peel his ear from the door, having heard the elegant, efficient flushing sound his toilet made. Her waste was gone. Useless. Unwanted. Just as she'd make his body before it reformed back into a genius financier who lives in a mansion. 

Hearing the woman wash her hands, he took a few steps away from the bathroom itself for it to appear as though he wasn't really listening. Though he felt a slight guilt, he had absolutely zero regret for what he had just done, a similar feeling after what some would call a "Predatory" arrangement. Jens just called that "Winning."

"All done!" Pimento said as she stepped from the bathroom, after washing her hands. Jens could hear his pulse in his ears as she seductively stepped forward, putting her finger on his lower lip, and whispered "I'm all yours" right into his left ear, close enough to feel her hot breath waft against the side of his face. Soon it'd be his whole body.

Jens could feel his words escape him. Even in the fiercest board rooms, he never felt so intimidated by a woman, even though she was technically a dumb whore. He hasn't even been consumed yet and he already felt diminished. 

"Let's get you changed up a little. Come." Pimento said, demandingly. 

Watching her beckon him, Jens felt the need to instruct her on how to navigate his immense house. "The, uh, the Tee Are Tee is in--"

"I remember where it is." She shot back, defensively. 

If she were a "normal" person he'd be offended at her transgression, but he figured she was playing a character as she grabbed his wrist and jerked him forward.

"I said come!" With an emphasis on the word "Come," Pimento dragged Jens through the hallway of his own home, turning a few corners to find the main vestibule, where the TRT was set up. She did remember how to get back! Interesting.

Pimento licked her lips and stood domineeringly over Jens. Now grabbing his other wrist, she gently, but firmly pushed him backwards under the square-shaped canopy of the TRT. Now in the shade of the tent itself, he looked around, the crinkled, glistening foil walls surrounding him almost claustrophobically. There were no visible wires or vents or lights. Just what looked like plain aluminum foil.

"One more thing!" Pimento said, with a sweet tone in her voice. "It's important!"

"Wh-wh-what's that, P-P-Pimento?" Jens responded, his voice quivering in anticipation and a not-insignificant amount of fear.

She stuck out her long, slender arm, her palm opened. "Your house keys! What if I lock myself out?"

"Oh, uh right!" Jens stammered. "I, uh, don't have any keys, but, uh..." He tried putting on an official voice so the mansion's internal computer could hear him. "House-1! Grant semi-autonomous access to Pimento, the woman standing approximately two feet from my position! Authorization Sandwich-1-land!"

A cool, womanly voice emanated from the house's speakers. "Authorization transferral to local iPhone 4X complete. Permissions expire in 7 days." Pimento smiled gleefully.

Upon surrendering his home's authorization code to the blonde hooker, Jens felt an incredible pang of vulnerability. He was placing his life, quite literally, into the hands of a complete stranger. He was shaking as he saw the blonde look at him with an oddly hungry expression. Her brilliant blue eyes stared right into his.

"You're shaking." She said, plainly, as she stood outside the zipper-lined door of the mostly-polyester tent. "Get all of that out now because soon you wont be able to move at all. You can scream, but I won't hear you, you can cry, but I won't see it. There's no safe word. No way to back out once I hit this little button on my phone. Do you understand?" Pimento pulled out an iPhone 4X out of one of the hidden pockets in her pleated skirt. She pointed to a large, pulsing, golden button on the phone's screen that said the word "TRANSFORM" in big, bold, black letters. 

It was real now. This was seriously happening. He was going to be turned into a cucumber. He was literally going to become a vegetable. He wanted to say "Yes." He wanted to say he understood. The words got lost in his throat. "Y... ye..."

Pimento raised an eyebrow. "You can say it. Tell me yes." She said with a sultry tone in her voice, running her finger along the side of the tent.

"Yes! I under... I under... I understand! I'm yours!" Jens was now shivering so hard his teeth were chattering.

Pimento furrowed her brows in an almost devious expression.

"Good." She said, matter-of-factly, as she zippered the tent shut deftly and skillfully, having obviously done this before. Jens was now sealed in darkness as he stood in the foil box.

He gulped as the foil itself, with no visible light source, somehow began to glow a pinkish color. An ominous buzzing began to sound, again with no real source he could find. He darted his head left and right, his heart rate now so fast he felt his pulse under his tongue. He thought "When is it gonna happe-"

A bright pink flash, almost like that from an old camera, blinded him. He couldn't feel his arms or his legs. He couldn't feel the familiar sensation of his lungs filling up with air. He was suffocating! He couldn't breathe! He felt nervous, but he couldn't feel the very heart that was pounding from his chest just seconds ago! He was nothing! Jens exploded in panic, though it subsided gently as he realized that, though he wasn't breathing, he wasn't suffocating. Though his heart wasn't beating, he wasn't dying. He could sense a cold, bending surface under one of his sides.

"ZzzzZZZZZZZzzZZZZ" The tent was being opened. Light flooded through the chamber. He could see! Though he couldn't close his eyes! All the normal sensations you grew accustomed to while living in a human body were gone. The alien stillness that overtook Jens was unsettling, to say the least. He felt tied up, though he couldn't feel the ties. 

With his "eyes" that weren't eyes looking upward, he could see Pimento. She was a skyscraper. He was a cucumber.

It worked. Oh my fucking God, it worked!

"Come here, sweet thing. You're really looking like a snack, now!" Pimento reached down and lightly grabbed his vegetable form with delicacy, but from his perspective, graceful strength. As he felt his body being lifted into the air, he experienced Pimento's immense, beautiful features from an unbelievably vulnerable perspective. He truly did belong to her at this moment. 

The very idea of being a "Snack" to someone sent pulses of arousal through his stiff, green body. Thankful he could still feel everything, he still felt completely helpless as he couldn't even squirm. He couldn't twist. 

"Hey! Pimento! Can you hear me!" He didn't feel as though he was actually speaking when he "Spoke." He felt as though he was merely thinking and hearing it loudly. 

The immense blonde woman began stepping towards the outside. "You're in for a wild, wild ride, snack. That's what I'm gonna call you now. Snack." Watching his whole house seemingly spin around him, as if he were flying through a tremendous cavern. It had the same effect on him as when he visited the Grand Canyon. Just a truly endless expanse in every direction. And it was his own house!

Pimento opened the doorway to the outside, the sunlight growing warm on his dark, chlorophyll-laden covering. "Ahh, it's such a nice day to relax on the pool. I hope you don't mind your new name, snack." Pimento looked down at little Jens, smirking. Her somewhat squeaky voice had a heavily gleeful tone. "Oh wait!" She giggled. "I don't care! You belong to me now and I get to call you whatever I want!"

"You're perfect! You're my goddess! Eat me! Eat me right now!" Jens screamed at Pimento, knowing she couldn't hear him, making him feel more pathetic and diminished. "Pimento! I want to be inside you! I want to slide out your fucking ass! Please! Dominate me, Pimento!"

As the blonde woman placed him on a table next to the pool, she stood over him, her hands on her hips, in a dominating pose. She looked down upon him and slipped on her oversized cat-eye sunglasses, looking serious, fierce even. She unbuttoned the buttons on her black blouse, letting it fall away on the floor below her, out of eyeshot.

Soon after, she peeled away her pleated miniskirt, letting it fall as well. She grinned seductively as she stood above him in her white bikini. 

"So, snack..." She leaned forward, her cleavage seeming like a sheer cliff before him, a dark, black vertical line. "I know you told me to wear this, but..."

Pimento reached behind her back and deftly unhooked the back of her bra, letting her large, perfectly round D-cup breasts fall out with a jiggle. They were even bigger than they looked behind the bra. Her nipples, perfectly round and perfectly pink, were already erect.

"But I don't feel like wearing it." She then peeled away her panties, stepping her long legs through each of the holes torturously slowly. Lifting her panties upward, next to her, she cocked her hips, showing off a completely shaven, bare crotch. Not even a hint of hair. Between her legs, Jens could see just a little bit of the crack of her pussy, of which her lower lips barely stretched out beyond. She tossed the panties over Jens's tiny form and, to his surprise, he could smell. He couldn't sense any air entering his nostrils, but he could absolutely smell a hint of sweat and womanly crotch-musk. He would be spasming in delight if he could move.

"Nah, they don't look good on you, snack." She tossed the white panties away as she lifted up the cucumber in front of her face yet again. "But I know what would look good on you." She licked her lips. "Me."

Still wearing her large sunglasses, she picked up the cucumber and stretched her nude legs over the side of the immense air bed as it floated away into the middle of the oceanic pool. Laying down, finding a comfortable position rather easily, Pimento laid back in a sunbathing pose. Looking up at the sky under her stylish glasses, she ran Jens over her bare skin, forming a slight sheen of her sweat and lotion on his form.

Jens felt as though he were about to explode. The intense arousal had no outlet, given that he had no genitals, so he could only internalize his emotions as he felt Pimento's body heat emanate against his cold vegetable form. Given that he was no longer human, he lacked any body heat of his own, making the hooker's body that much hotter, physically, by comparison. He was completely thrilled by this fact.

"Now, what should I do with my little snack?" Pimento asked, holding Jens over her perfectly flat stomach. It growled, vibrating his tiny body to its core. It was incredibly threatening, causing him to want to squirm in fear. Knowing that he'd get to experience that growling up-close was thrilling, terrifying, and beyond tantalizing to him. Even being this close to Pimento, feeling her skin against his "skin," in such a diminutive form, knowing she could do whatever she wished, was beyond anything he could have ever hoped. Beyond anything in virtual reality. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensory overload of being merely dragged along her belly.

He experienced the harsh sensation of ascent as he was brought over to Pimento's beautiful face. Jens scanned all of her delicate features. Her nose was small, pointy, and in such an elegant shape that it appeared to have been sculpted by a master craftsman. Her eyes, big, striking, and beautiful, were the color of the most beautiful tropical seas, though with the piercing, black pupils in the center of them, they were made all that much more striking. Her lips, her glossy, pink, lovely lips were... wait... What was she doing?

Pimento dragged her tongue along the glossy entryway to her mouth just before she lowered her jaw. She stuck her pink, glossy tongue out just enough that it obscured Jens's view of her lower lip. It looked so wet and perfect, with a distinct center crevice that was, no doubt, the landing platform for every meal she's ever eaten. Soon to be himself, as well.

Jens let out an involuntary moan of absolute, unadulterated pleasure as Pimento's tongue came into contact with him. The warm, gooey, inviting surface slid over his smooth surface with effortless ease. Her lips wrapped around his cylindrical form as he experienced a burst of heat near the top of his new body. Hot wetness slithered over him as the blonde woman inserted him into her mouth, now sliding half of his body into her oral cavity. 

It was truly divine. If a physical sensation could be counted as artwork, this was it. Her saliva glided against his green, bumpy surfaces as he came into contact with the roof of her mouth, the sides of her teeth, and her glorious, slimy tongue.

Then, Pimento started spinning him.

"Augh!" Jens shouted. The sideways rubbing of her lips and tongue over his puny body was unlike anything he could have ever experienced as a human being. The platform for tactile sensation was far expanded. With the sensitive areas out in the open, it felt as though Jens was having a relentless orgasm. As quickly as he was slid into her mouth, he was slid out.

Pimento, still laying down, looked at the wet cucumber, a cord of thick saliva connecting her lower lip to the top of his vegetable body.

"Ugh, snack, you're getting me so fucking wet." She licked the extra spittle from her lower lip. "Do you wanna see?"

"I'm yours! Pimento! Keep me like this! Please! I want to be yours forever! Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Jens screamed as he felt his body slowly being dragged across the front of Pimento's glossy, sun-tanned body. Down between her tits, over the slight dip of her subtly muscular belly, over her navel, he knew it was getting close. He wondered if, somehow, the cucumber itself could explode because of how pent-up he was feeling.  Jens wanted to wiggle, but the resistance his form provided gave him an extra sense of submission that pulsed near relentless pleasure through his body.

Traveling over her mons, the lump of flesh before her special area, filled Jens with the greatest sense of anticipation he'd ever felt in his life. Just over that small hill, that was it. He was no longer Jens. He was a sex toy.

Watching her lower lips pass by his face, all Jens could do was choke. Excitement was hardly the word. He was having a religious experience. As Pimento thrust her wrist forward, sliding the spit-covered cucumber towards her waiting crotch, Jens felt as though he were about to cry. The emotions he was experiencing were so potent that they overwhelmed his system. The sensation of this woman's vagina beginning to wrap over his puny form caused his consciousness to seize. It was an example of the truest, purest form of pleasure he could comprehend.

The wet warmth of Pimento's pussy slid over him nearly effortlessly. He could feel his cucumber shape spread her out, causing the tight, fleshy walls to leak slimy fluid all over him, easing his entry between her perfectly-shaped thighs. 

"Ungh. So you are a little more than a snack." Pimento moaned. "Just a little." 

She spread herself out with Jens's tiny body, getting wetter the deeper she went. As the cucumber reached peak width, she sharply pushed again, shrieking as almost the entirety of the vegetable fit inside her.

"Oh, snack, yes..." She said, breathily, as she writhed on the airbed, sliding the cucumber from her crotch. As the forward-facing end of the cucumber left her stretched vagina with a "schlop" sound, Jens could see several cords of vaginal fluid hang between him and the pink, leaking hole. He didn't know what to feel. Bliss? Pleasure? It was an overwhelming concoction, the mixture of which caused him to feel almost numb, especially as she plunged him back into her. He could feel her quick heartbeat pulse through the oily walls as his round cross-section split her wide open. He was dragged out halfway and plunged into her wet warmth again.

Pimento found her rhythm. Now being fucked into the blonde hooker's crotch in earnest, the consistent rubbing of his own vegetable form slotting into her flesh was a sensation beyond compare. In spite of having no nostrils, he could still smell her sweat and her juice, giving off a gamy, hefty, but still clean scent. A strobe of light and darkness flashed before him as Pimento continued pounding him into her, in-out, in-out, in-out. The sensation of her vaginal canal slithering against his body, the wet slapping sounds of her quivering pussy, and the intoxicating aroma of her snatch all combined into an experience that, in Jens's mind, transcended articulation.

Feeling lucky as he heard Pimento moan, watching a small pool of wetness build on the airbed below him, Jens felt as though he was doing a good job pleasuring her. He picked a rather fortunate shape, a cucumber, one in which he thought would serve well as both a sex toy and a snack. He could have picked a grain of rice or an apple, but he didn't. In a way, he wanted to feel as though he'd do a "good job" even when he had zero control over his body.

He wondered how long Pimento would continue using him to stretch out her cunt. Despite not wanting this experience to end, time did seem to slow down as he was being used. The cute, tall woman who was once dragging him through his house was now pleasuring herself with his entire body. He was almost growing used to the surreal idea of being helpless, in the form of a vegetable.

As the minutes passed, he began to understand Pimento a bit better. Every few seconds, she'd moan, and slide him in slower, sometimes pressing his body either upwards or downwards. She enjoyed, especially, using the tip of the cucumber to stimulate the upper-inside of her hole. Unable to picture how ridiculous he must look in this position, he just imagined a woman on the air bed, floating in his own pool, moaning on her lonesome as she pleasured herself with a green dildo. The sense of humiliation was palpable. He knew he didn't schedule any of his maids to clean the house that day, but what if one showed up in error? What if she was caught, somehow? Would she clench? 

As vaginal aroma continued to delight him, he could almost sense himself salivating. Throughout the entire affair, the most unusual sensation to him remained to be the lack of any discrete body parts, especially not having a mouth. It was as if a witch had turned him to stone... and was using him as a dildo.

Pussy fluid continuing to wash over him, Jens was already dead-set on having this experience. Again. And again. Though he enjoyed Pimento immensely, and would continue to be a "Regular" with her, he wondered if different women would play with him in different ways. He quashed the thought, knowing that he hasn't even gotten to the main event yet: the swallowing. 

Pimento's vaginal walls began spasming after Jens was plunged into her for what felt like the thousandth time. A large, abrupt leakage of hot, bubbly slime coincided with the hooker plunging his tiny, worthless cucumber body into her slot with a renewed fervor. Through the plunging, he could hear her shrieking, being muffled every time she pushed him inside.

"A-A-A-A-A-Y-S-Y-Y-S" The strobe effect mixed with the muffling of her shrieking was jarring, but it reinforced Jens's fantasy of being so diminished he couldn't even hear the woman's orgasmic moaning. After several endless seconds, Jens could feel Pimento's entire body slump. The once-tight walls that constricted his body now felt loose and stretched. 

Feeling her fingers let go of the back-end of his cucumber body, he couldn't help but moan himself as he felt the cucumber ooze out of her cunt on its own, landing on the air mattress in a puddle of warm goo.

Pimento panted, placing the back of her hand on her forehead as if she were feeling "faint." 

"Oh, snack. You sure work up an appetite." 

Looking forward, Jens could see the entirety of what was between Pimento's legs. A sopping wet vagina, loosened and wet over a glistening, weirdly twitching anus. His ultimate destination. The very anus that stretched out to release that compacted log that landed in his toilet earlier. The same hole that'd shit him out.

A shadow loomed over Jens as he looked above with glee. Two of Pimento's bare breasts hung over him like storm clouds as her face, looking sweaty and serious even behind her large sunglasses, stared at his tiny body.

Pointing at him, Pimento said, pointedly. "You made me hungry. You're the only food out here in the middle of this massive pool. What are we gonna do about that?"

Oh God. Oh yes. It was time.

Pimento's stomach audibly growled, as it had done several times since the last encounter. Jens was so elated that he told her not to eatanything beforehand! 

"Oh wait, I forgot. Snacks can't talk." Pimento, in between her pointer finger and thumb, lifted Jens up over her head, her blonde hair falling backwards. Still splayed out as if she had just gotten fucked, she changed positions in front of the wet spot on the airbed, now sitting daintily. Now being held over Pimento's gorgeous face, Jens dangled, looking down at the hooker's gorgeous, shapely body. 

Pimento licked her lips as she held the still-wet cucumber above her head. Jens couldn't help but moan. "Oh, God. Oh, my God. This can't be happening. This is real. It's coming true!" 

Looking up at him angrily, Pimento spat out "It's your fault I'm so hungry, my little snack. I just wish that one measly little cucumber will be able to hold me over until tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, I'm nothing compared to you. I'm just a snack. I won't even be able to satiate your hunger. I'm just a piece of shit. I'm just a little piece of shit" Jens whispered to himself as he looked right into Pimento's stunning azure-blue eyes. She really did seem like a goddess to him at this point. He was so overwhelmed. So confused. When he's a genius financier, she's a dumb blonde hooker. When he's a cucumber, she's a goddess. The sheer magnitude of the role-reversal alone was enough to make him squeal.

"But I guess you'll have to do." Pimento sighed as she parted her lips, exposing her slimy, dark mouth that glistened in the sunlight. 

Jens felt as though he was on a roller coaster that had just edged over the peak of the first drop. A "dropping" sense in his core gripped him as Pimento began lowering him towards her waiting throat.

Coming into contact with her tongue felt entirely different this time around. Now warmed up to roughly her body temperature, the heat was still apparent, but less so. What grabbed his soul was the intimate knowledge that he wouldn't be coming back out of her mouth. Once he was fully in, that was it. He was in her body for the long haul. He wouldn't even be at the mercy of Pimento herself, he'd be at the mercy of her involuntary bodily functions. 

As the rest of the cucumber slid downwards, Jens remained awe-struck. This was a fantasy nearly beyond his wildest dreams. He wanted to weep, though his arousal was beyond anything he even thought possible. Halfway in her mouth, he could feel her hot breath waft over the cylindrical shaft of the cucumber. It was overpowering. It was divine. It was beyond his control. A chill jolted up and down his tiny body as the round tip of the cucumber reached her throat.

Pimento pushed with her pointer finger, letting the warm saliva in her mouth serve as a lubricant as the muscles behind her mouth rippled over Jens. She swallowed, allowing the cucumber to sink an inch into her. Not even flinching or choking, Jens couldn't imagine how widely Pimento's mouth was being stretched, nevermind her throat.

As the hooker's flesh continued to slide over him, he felt the familiar wet warmth of her body grip him in earnest. Covered in a slimy mixture of her saliva and vaginal fluid, the ease at which he was being glided into her body shocked even him. Another ripple meant another swallow. Jens would be gritting his teeth as he felt Pimento's finger lift off of his cucumber form, leaving only her mouth and throat to guide him down into her stomach.

A wet, thunderous "Gluck* sound vibrated his body. He wanted to squirm. He wanted to struggle. He wanted to scream. Her throat grabbed him as if it were quicksand. Jens now almost felt more terrified than aroused as he felt Pimento's mouth close behind him. He was trapped within the hooker's body. Lodged between the back of her throat and the top of her esophagus.

Another sanity-shattering "GLUCK" truly shook him. The true, monstrous power of Pimento's body was on full display as her esophagus took over in full, gliding him slowly into her body, feeling as though he was being squeezed through a tube of toothpaste. Her heart pulsed against him with an intensity he couldn't feel in her vagina.

"UNNNGGGHHH YESSSSS" Her squeaky voice echoed from all around him. He couldn't believe the sensation in itself. At the mercy of a stranger's body. Eaten as food. To be processed. Turned into a hooker's shit. 

Saliva bubbles ran along the sides of his "skin" as tight flesh continued to wrap around him. The heat was astronomical, surrounded on all sides by Pimento's flesh. Pounded by her soft heartbeat. This was what everything she had eaten had experienced before and now he was experiencing it for himself. He couldn't help but feel envious in his awe-struck, almost numbed-out emotional state, of the chewed food that landed in her stomach in the past. Going through all of this, having the chance to turn into the feces of a brilliantly attractive blonde woman. He wished it was him every single time.

His thoughts grew delusional as he continued sliding deeper into Pimento's body. The thunderous, echoing beating of her heart began to enhance as his cucumber-form appeared to cease its movement. 

A ring of hot flesh held tightly over the head-end of the cucumber. Loosening extremely slowly, Jens almost sang to himself as he felt the cucumber itself begin to slide through what he figured to be Pimento's stomach entrance. "OhhhhHHHhhhh YeeeeEEEeeSSSsss. Eat me Pimento. Make me yours. God, yes. Please. Digest me."

Pimento's sphincter oozed over the cucumber. The sensation of the ring gliding over Jens's skin sent his mind into pleasure-spasms. This, he imagined, was what it must be like to be shit out. One compacted piece of feces, that was him, only not yet. 

As the hole slid over him, the toxic, acrid scent of mucus-laden vomit pierced what would be his nostrils. Pimento's stomach entrance finally spat him out, spilling Jens into a putrid puddle of bubbly slime. Sensing the soft, wrinkly walls give way to his heavy cucumber form, his mind broke.

Slathered with Pimento's internal snot and stomach juices, Jens could feel Pimento's wet heat cover him as he was helplessly covered in a blanket of bodily foam. Wanting to roll, to embrace the folds of her digestive organ, Jens was truly at the mercy of Pimento's body, only able to sink deeply, feeling the folds bend underneath him.  

Now tasting Pimento's stomach fluids as they passed over what would otherwise be his mouth, the flavor struck him as a combination between vile and heavenly. He relished in the disgust he felt, to be subsumed in this woman's vomit. To have her whole body surround him, embrace him as if he were being welcomed as a new part of it. 

As the stomach itself writhed and lapped at the cucumber's solid form, Jens remained undigested, barely feeling what otherwise would be stinging acids and enzymes. Though he felt a slight tingle over his surface, it wasn't nearly the vicious digestion he was expecting. Wasn't stomach acid supposed to dissolve razor blades or something? Wasn't it supposed to be stronger than this?

Clusters of bubbles and foam built around Jens as his entire chamber shifted, spilling thick goo over him, leaving him almost completely submerged in the hot darkness within Pimento's torso. In the pitch darkness, he almost wished he could see, perhaps next time he could ask her to swallow a small light so he could truly see the mucus drip down on him from the curling folds above. 

Another sudden shift, though this one wasn't nearly as intense as the last one. The writhing folds of Pimento's stomach appeared to be moving on their own. Her stomach walls appeared to churn, shifting the cucumber's solid shape hard enough for him to flip over, face-first into the bubbling, clear syrup of Pimentos empty stomach. A consistent line of slime continued to drizzle from the wall above as the walls strongly pressed him inward, towards the center of Pimento's inner chamber. 

The claustrophobia he felt inside the TRT was nothing compared to what he experienced at this very moment. Pimento's stomach walls appeared to begin to smother him. Being wrapped tightly by the enclosing walls, the soft surfaces gliding along his firm outer skin, Jens felt very, very small. Insignificant.

Fleshy, wrinkly surfaces pressed against each other, the folds begin to interlock both above and below Jens, forcing the foam around him to concentrate over his tiny body. The tightness was increasing, which grew doubly disconcerting as Jens wasn't aware of enough human anatomy to understand what was going on.

He felt a pulse of shock as what felt like an earthquake shook him to his core. 

"GGGGGGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNGggGGGGGRRRNNNnn"

A sound that was beyond explosive vibrated every cell in Jens's new body as the walls around him shifted violently, pressing against him while giving a pressured caress. A growl unlike anything he'd ever heard in his life slammed against him, the result of Pimento's stomach walls rubbing against each other like a finger on a wet pane of glass. That's what caused stomach growling? The churning?

Jens felt a sense of nervousness overcome him, realizing he was much harder to digest than he'd hoped. 

---

Liv laid down on the fancy-shmancy airbed as it drifted over the tremendous pool. "This isn't so bad" she thought as she bent a knee upwards. Trying to embrace some form of relaxation, she couldn't truly sink into a trance because, apparently, swallowing an entire cucumber caused your stomach to feel like it was tied in a knot. Not exactly painful, she simply felt uncomfortable experiencing this strange mass in the center of her body. Rubbing her thighs together, she still felt freshly stretched out, having reached orgasm by closing her eyes and thinking of "Her."

Shifting slightly, she could feel the cucumber itself move within her. A truly bizarre sensation. She's swallowed countless tiny men before in her life, some even transformed into food using the TRT, but an entire cucumber was an experience brand new to her. 

She covered her stomach with one of her hands as she felt it gently growl. And the worst part about it was that she was still hungry! After all that, it turns out that she'd eat something that would fill her up uncomfortably, but wouldn't be filling at all. What luck.

Slumping back into the air mattress, she figured that she was probably lucky that this was the hardest part of this job. She got herself off and had to be sort of hungry for a day - so what? She got to hang out in a nice pool and relax for an hour or two before fucking off, doing her workout, and studying. Liv sighed. Today was supposed to be her "Cheat day" but now that she was off doing a job, she may as well just go double on the next one. Maybe shut off her "High Priority" settings on OnlyFangs.

Though she did feel a bit uncomfortable physically, she couldn't deny that she also felt somewhat uncomfortable emotionally. Relaxing at this weird dude's house? Did he even send his servants, or whatever rich people had, away? She read about robotic servants before, but knew they were still relatively new and uncommon. Scanning the environment, she did feel a strange pang of loneliness. This entire, sprawling complex for one guy? Who lived completely alone? It didn't add up.

Slouching back into a more comfortable position, feeling that "one guy" slide again within her stomach, she figured that maybe, yeah, it did add up.

---

Jens continued to slide around, intimately aware of each time Pimento shifted her sexy body on the air mattress. Each time she moved, Jens would roll into a new position and more bubbly mucus would spill over him. 

Now feeling the tingle being to enhance slightly, it came with another strange sensation: his skin started to soften. It was a subtle effect, probably a result of the cucumber absorbing the moisture in the sweltering, humid environment, but he could definitely sense that his skin had a greater give to it when it landed in a different position.

Only able to navigate through the squelching sounds and intimate sensations of her flesh sliding against his vegetale body, Jens understood his environment was becoming bubblier. Each time he rolled, he'd feel himself pop a line of foam, creating a kind of sizzling "kshhh" sound. The walls themselves were also somewhat distanced as the humid air began to almost puff out the wrinkles, as if he was inside a balloon. The mucus and goo still raining down upon him, he could sense that Pimento was getting gassier. 

"EEUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRR'P!"

Her stomach walls painfully rippled against his skin as a booming release of gas followed by the familiar tightness from earlier. Drops of spittle and snot vibrated from every direction, coupled with the obvious, booming sound of Pimento's obviously pig-like belch. The scent itself was astronomically disgusting, smelling less of familiar sour vomit and more like wet garbage. Now beginning to stew within this woman's belly, he knew that more vile biological experiences such as that were in store for him. He loved it.

---

"urp." 

Liv covered her mouth politely, despite no one else being around. The gas release was somewhat relieving, but the sense of the cucumber being lodged within her was still much more cumbersome. 

Having felt enough "relaxation" at this stranger's house, Liv got up, stretched, and stepped off the air mattress onto the rich dude's patio. Leaning over, she grabbed her crop-top blouse and quickly put it on before stepping into her pleated miniskirt. 

"Oh, shit, forgot my phone was in there!" She said as she felt an odd heft to the skirt itself. Taking out the clear piece of glass, she noticed a little nick in one of the corners, though it immediately turned on once the phone was in contact with her skin. Everything seemed to work properly! No slowness, no lag, no frame-skips. It was all in perfect, working order.

Relieved that all the doors appeared to open automatically for her, given that she had the access codes, she easily found her way to her car. Petite, white, and almost in the shape of a bubble, she enjoyed buzzing around in her little electric vehicle. Seeing it gave her a hint of normality in what was otherwise a strange day. 

Sitting in the cushioned faux-leather seat, she sighed. Still feeling the cucumber slide around in her stomach, she could sense another groan beneath her skin. The relentless sensation of it being within her almost made her sick. It was like carrying around the most unsatisfying "food baby" imaginable. As she put the car in drive, she felt a sense of dizziness come over her. Nothing "real" to eat since last night, she mulled over how much happier she'd be if she didn't have work that day. How she'd be watching some VR holo-vid with a truly stuffed belly as opposed to whatever this counted as. 

By the time Liv got home, it was already time for her evening workout. Still nearly delirious, she figured it'd be a simple Yoga night as opposed to her high-intensity interval training that maintained her fit figure. For now it was just minimal stress, minimal exertion, maximum relaxation.

As she chucked the TRT back into her closet, she slipped on her tight-fitting yoga jumpsuit, enjoying the futuristic-looking elastic fabric as it hugged her body. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. Though, again, she couldn't help but ruminate on how tall she was, she could still admire how "perfect" her body shape really was.

Walking into her living room, she rolled out a Yoga mat that landed on the floor with a splat. She stepped on the corner twice and the computerized nano-cells imprinted into the fabric automatically projected a routine into her retinas. Looking as though she was on a relaxing beach, she performed several advanced poses, as she was practiced in the art and was extremely flexible.

Standing up straight, she almost danced into several movements that had her entire upper body flipped upside-down. Smiling as she felt her hair bounce behind her back in a ponytail, she grew relieved at the fact that she could feel that fucking cucumber much less. 

---

Chaos. 

Pimento's stomach was moving in a most unnatural way! He was flipping from side-to-side, even turning upside-down! Jens had no idea what was going on, almost more concerned for Pimento than he was for himself. 

Feeling as though his body was in an old-style washing machine, the type with a "spin cycle," he could feel the bubbles around him burst, ejecting disgusting, humid blasts of scent that felt, to him, like rotten eggs. The acidity of the stomach continued to increase, causing parts of his cucumber skin to wrinkle. It had been literal hours inside her stomach and he had not even begun to dissolve yet. The cracks in the surface where the wrinkles were forming were incredibly itchy, far beyond tingling, and served as divets where especially potent acid-laden snot would become stuck.

Though not expressly painful, the sensation was reminiscent of being attacked by mosquitoes. Consumed little by little, a death by a thousand cuts. Each time he'd roll around in the hot, foamy chamber he'd feel the skin wrinkle a little more, causing an unusual tightness around certain parts, especially in the area where the "stem" would connect if he were a normal vegetable. 

Figuring he must be completely discolored by this point, he truly felt much softer than when he was first swallowed. In a complete surprise, he found that parts of him were not wrinkled at all, more bloated. From being stuck in the same position for hours, being flipped over forced different areas of his body to be exposed to acid in different ways. The bloated side being exposed to bursting bubbles and the wrinkled side to a veritable ocean of churning acid. 

Though he still had no idea what was causing all the commotion outside, Jens was both joyful and relieved that he was beginning to truly digest. To know Pimento in a way only few had the privilege to. To understand what it was like to be consumed by another person.

Wondering when the next phase of the digestive process would be, he noticed he felt as though the cucumber exhibited a strange curvature. When he was first swallowed, he knew for a fact that he was a large, perfectly straight cucumber, but now he felt as though he was exhibiting a slight bend. Now most certainly in the shape of a C, the initial giddiness that Jens felt as he was first being consumed began to overtake him yet again. Pimento's body was changing him. Changing him chemically, changing him physically, and, due to the wonderful experience he'd surely never forget, it changed him mentally as well.

---

After Liv was done with her Yoga exercises, she had finally felt at least some element of true relaxation come back. Upon checking her phone again, she breezed through the OnlyFangs app and found another request. Not top priority! And the request is done in a relatively normal message instead of one of those obnoxious alerts!

PeteZa: Hi!!!!! Dont mind me but your SUPER FUCKN HOT!!! I WANT TO BE EATEN IN A SEAFOOD MUKBANG!!!!!!! That would be fuckn RAD!!! Meet me at my penthouse MONDAY!!! 3PM!!! 56 ABERNATHY SQUARE!!!!! next to the park!!!! ASPAARTMENT 78C!!! SWALLOW ME WHOLE i wanna ride a shrimp into your STOMACH! FUUUCK YR SO HOT!!!! eat  me NOW pimento !!!!!

"Well this guy seems excited!" Liv smiled as she read the message. He seemed to be a bit more "chill" than Jens, but again, no client could totally be trusted. Thumbing away from the OnlyFangs app, she felt another grumble emanate from her stomach. Ugh.

After taking a quick shower and performing her nightly skincare ritual, Liv put on her pink, fluffy nightgown. Thinking she must look like a complete angel with the light-colored gown on her bright white sheets, she pondered if she should take a selfie, but thought better of it. Showing herself off in her pajamas might be seen as "Trashy."  As she sat in her bed, she picked up the glass phone, ran her thumb along the nick in the corner, and flipped to her personal texts. Just one. 

From her.

Darla McEntyre: hi Liv

Olivia Key: heyyyy sweet thing! How are you? Whats up?

Liv cringed. She sounded desperate.

Darla McEntyre: idk this is out of the blue or w/e but can we chill

The cringing turned into an elated smile. 

Olivia Key: omg um YES. im about ready to sleep but let's hang out tomorrow. My place

Liv's heart pounded as she saw the "Typing..." in the message window

Darla McEntyre: its still in the complex right? Ill be there at 6. is that ok? I dont want to keep you up i know you're busy

Olivia Key: 6 is perfect. also im kinda busy yea but youre worth it

Darla McEntyre: lol. ill see you then <3

Liv blushed and put her hands over her face and laid back down in her bed. After several years of intense engineering studies, Liv had deprioritized her social life. Her heart now fluttering, she finally found an outlet to a normal interaction: her ex-girlfriend.

Having mutually broken up several years ago, much to the dismay of both of them, Liv and Darla had drifted away rather quickly, living several counties away, both graduate students in completely different fields. Reminiscing on their quick and passionate relationship, Liv would remember sneaking up and surprising Darla as she worked in the library, causing her to shriek and blush with embarrassment. Darla, after a few seconds of feigned anger, would grab Liv by the wrist and drag her over to one of the more isolated areas of the stacks, where their lips would meet. Though Liv remembered having back issues from having to lean forward to kiss her, she knew that she was worth every ache.

Placing her phone on the nightstand, she curled up, calm at the thought of Darla embracing her again, her face right in the center of her breasts. After wincing from her stomach's groaning, Liv drifted to sleep rather quickly, still having leftover exhaustion from her rather extreme hunger and work schedule. Within the hour, she was already having vivid dreams of her finger's interlocking with Darla's on an endless beach covered with glowing, color-changing sand.

---

Jens could sense Pimento's body pumping him into the next phase of digestion. Now a partly shrunken, wrinkled, misshapen pickle, he still couldn't help but moan in pleasure as the stomach itself slid him forward to another ring of flesh.

Slipping through the stomach's exit, he could feel the sphincter slightly depress his skin as he felt a forceful upward pressure before slipping downward into a somewhat vertical tube. His slightly curved shape fit snugly into the fleshy pipe, but the walls, and Pimento's all-encompassing body faced no issue in gliding him through her duodenum. The acrid, almost burning scent of bile covered his entire body. Putridly sour, almost the pure essence of vomit, the rippling flesh continued to gush the green slime over his body as the woman's gut forced him through the constricting tube of pure darkness. It sank into his wrinkles as he could hear bubbling sounds flutter from every direction. This mucus-laden section of her gut was especially taxing on his cucumber form, the pulsing heat and the itching fluids forced Jens to experience the will to dry-heave, though he had no stomach, or mouth, of his own.

Now twisted into a less cucumber-like shape, Jens was splattered into the "proper" section of Pimento's small intestine, an area known as the jejunum. The peristaltic motion of the smooth muscle within the tube-like structure was astronomically strong. As if he were being sucked from a straw. Crackling, oozing sounds clicked all around his body as the wet environment slid him forward. Pimento's guts were completely divine. Tightly constricting him by every possible angle, it was like being swallowed all over again. The rippling glide through the maze of flesh still had a pleasurable tinge to it on top of the bloated itching that now drove Jens nearly mad.

The deep conflict between his arousal and near-pain caused a war within his mind. Through the 20 or so feet of the jejunum, he reveled in the idea of being trapped within this woman. Due to her calm heartbeat and relatively dormant movement, he understood she was asleep. She was essentially not in control, he had surrendered all power to this woman's guts, to be soon turned to her shit. And then reformed back into his successful, genius self. 

For now, he was well on his journey to becoming her shit.

With no other food in the guts to embed him with, he was absolutely sure he'd be shit out alone, with no other feces pressed against him. Thinking back to listening to her drop her bowel movement in her toilet, he couldn't help but grow even more aroused thinking about how compacted it was. How big of a splash it made. That would be him, soon.

Over the course of several hours, his cucumber form was made softer and twisted into a nearly unrecognizable shape. Squeezed into a wrinkled, bent mess, the cellular structure that once made up his body was now inundated with Pimento's bodily slime. He almost didn't want to know what he looked like, especially as he was being pressed into her ileum, the last stretch of her small intestine. 

Now slid up and down in a near zig-zag pattern, Jens was growing comfortably familiar with her body's processes. The longer he spent in the hot, wet darkness, the less structurally sound his body itself became. Almost feeling like a liquid, he knew that if someone held this cucumber in their hands, it could be smashed by simply grabbing it hard enough. What was once a stiff vegetable now bent with ease as it turned a corner within her gut.

A sputtering overwhelmed him. He had no idea how many hours Pimento had been sleeping, but he was passing through yet another fleshy hole within her body. The soft valve gently took in Jens as it rolled over his body, forcing him into a chamber-like sac, which quickly forced him into a slightly tighter, straighter tunnel.

Immediately feeling a series of triangular "ribs" slither over his body, Jens knew very well where he was. Pimento's large intestine. The shit tube.

Now gliding through the dark passageway with torturous slowness, Pimento's body inched his way forward. Her blood pulsed over him under veins and arteries, slowly as she was sleeping. This was his dream. A woman passively converting him into shit, so unconcerned with his well-being that she was literally sleeping. Every time the tunnel pulled him forward, he grew more excited. The "Lub-dub" sound of her heart continued to beat against him as he could feel his soft, cucumber body bend into the second phase of the colon. 

Immediately, the itching around him intensified as he felt oddly thirsty. The walls were absorbing water from his very form, intensifying the wrinkles. Not knowing what kind of mucus or chemicals he was being inundated with, he knew that he was no longer a cucumber, he was literally just a part of a log of shit. The revelation forced him into a near-orgasm. Squishing, crackling sounds surrounded him as he continued his journey through the transverse colon. The longer he continued, the drier he became. Almost sticking to the slick walls, he sensed that, once the trip along this tunnel was over and he was sliding through another angular corner, it was just one straight shot to her asshole.

A thrust forward jolted Jens, startling him. If he weren't a veritable log of feces, he'd have jumped. Another slick slide downwards and he moaned, feeling her hot, slimy walls slither against him. An almost rhythmic slither slid him down as he was finally bent through a U-shaped curve. The final curve of the large intestine before he was dumped into the rectum.

Bubbling gurgles squelched against his soft form as he was spilled over the edge, now lodged halfway through Pimento's rectum. Air pockets fluttered against him, noxious spheres of gas fizzled and popped, igniting Jens's olfactory senses back into functionality. Now realizing how putrid this environment was, he thought it strange how used to her body he became. Over the course of the hours upon hours he spent sliding through her, he didn't even notice the toxic scent until a bubble burst against what would be his face. He wanted to retch. It was so delightfully disgusting.

---

Liv's iPhone's alarm blared before sunrise. She sighed as she sat up, hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot and sunken. The fact that she didn't eat any food the day before caused her a near insurmountable amount of exhaustion. Pursing her lips, she flipped her feet over the side of the bed and felt them sink into the carpeted floor. "Darla. Focus on Darla. She's coming." She kept repeating in her head, trying to motivate herself to stand.

"GRrrRRRRrrRNRNNNrrr" Her stomach was enraged. She was so hungry it almost stung, and she knew she should take it easy on the food today, as well, given that she had to engage in a "Mukbang" the next day. Though she's had those many times, she understood how hungry she had to be beforehand to fully tackle them. With a penthouse client, too. Big bucks.

Feeling the familiar pressure to urinate, she tossed her arms forward and hoisted herself into a standing position, letting the hem of the nightgown fall at her feet. 

Snacking on a small protein bar, Liv could feel her posture slouch as the early morning light began to beam in through the blinds. She was more tired than she was yesterday, given that her lack of academic work on Saturday meant she had to re-double her efforts on Sunday. A whole day of electrical engineering research was not exciting, nor motivating. A pure, almost hopeless sense of tiredness gripped her.

After tossing the wrapper in the trash below her kitchen sink, Liv shuffled her feet as she walked into the bathroom, her hair hanging in her face. She couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror. Ripping the nightgown off, she plopped herself on the toilet completely nude. She covered her face with her palms. "Ugh. I hope I'm not like this when Darla comes over."

---

Jens could tell Pimento was awake. Her heart beat faster. Her breathing felt more active, and he could sense the gravity shift as he slid just a little further down her rectum. 

"This is it. She's finally going to shit me out. I'm going to feel her glorious asshole slide over me and I'll land in the cold water below."

A tremendous, vicious gas bubble rippled over Jens's form, the rectal walls slapping him, stinging the surface of the shit-log he found himself turned into. The sound was deafening. At his size and proximity, it didn't sound like a fart, it sounded like a car crash. 

He only jerked forward a little bit, the fart barely even inching him close to the inner ring of her anus.

As he was still wrapped in the tight flesh, he felt almost heartbroken as he heard her urinating with a soft, muffled "kshhh" sound.

She was only peeing. "God damn it. How long am I going to be trapped in here?"

---

Liv wiped away the residue of her urination, completely unsurprised that she didn't have to take a shit given the fact that she has been starving herself for over a day at this point. 

After thoroughly washing her hands, she opened her cabinet and felt the urge to cry as a dozen little bottles fell out all around, and in, her sink. "Fuck" she whispered, as she clicked each bottle into its pre-determined position. She sighed again as she stepped back into her shower, the warm rain of the chamber only intensifying her exhaustion.

Slathering her body with the various lotions and cosmetics that made up her routine, she tried to apply her makeup as carefully as she could, given that she'd be seeing Darla later. Though her hands were shaking, she still artfully found a way to perfectly wing her eyeliner so the edges appeared sharp as knives. 

A ringing in her head, she stumbled over to her work desk and slid her phone into the "PC" position, watching the keyboard and monitor pop up automatically. Rolling her eyes at how much reading, citing, and mathematics were before her, she wished there was some way to expedite this process. Knowing that she'd be at this for hours, she couldn't help but feel completely stuck.

---

Jens could feel an odd bubbling from above as he remained lodged in Pimento's rectum, irrevocably stuck in his position as a literal log of feces. He tried to imagine himself somewhere more pleasant, as right now the novelty of being trapped within this woman was beginning to wear off. So much of the experience was pleasant and yet so much of it was not what he expected. Now feeling a large amount of regret that he didn't research digestion properly, he wished, with all of his might, that he could scream "Let me out!" as the tight walls continued to constrict around him.

---

As she read through the professor's emails, Liv couldn't help but clench. A major report, complete with citations, was due in three days. Though she knew she had the capacity to ace the assignment, she felt surprised at herself that she didn't read its due date sooner. It could have been a complete disaster if she had even waited one more day. She went to the "Reminders" app on her device and literally made a reminder for herself to use it more frequently. 

Now completely tense, Liv felt an ache in her shoulders, which didn't fade away even in the hours she spent sitting at her pure white computer chair scanning paper after paper, computing the exact paths of electrons within machinery she knew she'd never use, nor work with. Her chest felt constricted and she felt dizzy. The tension only increased as the light through the room shifted as the sun rose past its peak and began falling in the early afternoon.

---

An abrupt, frightening constriction overtook Jens. It was as if his entire body was gripped by an anaconda. The shocking grip shook him from his near-boredom back to a disgusted excitement. He could feel his entire shit body warp and thin out as Pimento's rectal musclesclenched with a force that he didn't even know was possible. 

He wanted to grit his teeth. He wanted to scream. He wanted to escape. Jens felt the helpless sensation of being trapped, but this translated easily into terrified arousal. Pimento had every single advantage over him, including compacting him into a distorted log by merely flexing her anal muscles. He fell in love with his situation again. Time was now a non-factor. He may as well be inside her forever. At least, that's what it felt like.

---

A bright pink reminder flashed before the screen. 

DARLA 6PM

As Liv's exhausted, bloodshot eyes darted to the clock in the corner of the screen, she gasped. It was Five-fucking-thirty. She had been so involved with the academic work, she had forgotten to eat, other than the protein bar, all day. Taking a swig from her water bottle, she could sense how truly empty her stomach was, and had been, since fucking Friday. 

She stood up and immediately felt dizziness overwhelm her. Her legs felt numb. She clenched. Putting her hand on the table for balance,she honestly wondered if she'd legitimately collapse. 

Now stumbling into the kitchen, she unfurled another protein bar, the squishing felt as though it was almost made of plastic. It was truly tasteless. Blinking her eyes intentionally, she could weirdly sense the food enter her empty stomach. 

Washing the disgusting bar down with a swig of water, she jumped in place, trying to regain full consciousness. Knowing she was in the position to sleep as soon as she hit the bed, Liv tried not to look at it. She balled her hands into fists and breathed quickly, almost hyperventilating, to maintain a higher level of energy.

"bbbbbbbZZZZZzzzzzzZZ'P!" The modern-sounding half-buzz half-ring of her door monitor rang. Was this real? Was she seriously fifteen minutes early?

Liv squeezed her eyes as tightly as she could, her heart pounding, the ringing in her head turning into a slight whooshing. She wasn't imagining it, she really was on the verge of fainting. If only she hadn't neglected to eat lunch or something.

Her feet bare, her desk still covered in books, and not knowing she had smeared her eyeshadow and mascara, she stumbled over to her apartment door. As she opened it, her jaw slackened. It was Darla. She looked fantastic. After not seeing her for over 18 months, she had looked like a completely different person. Still wearing her black hair in a bob with her trademark thick-framed black glasses, she smiled, having to crane her neck upwards to make eye contact with Liv.

"D... Darla?" Liv's brain was operating through what felt like radio static. She couldn't imagine it.

"Liv! I missed you so fucking much!" Darla immediately lunged forward and hugged Liv, taking the tall blonde woman aback. Trying both to stay awake and comprehend what was happening, Liv wrapped her arms around the short, black-haired woman who was pressing her face between her breasts.

"I missed you too, babe! Come in, Darlo" Liv said, immediately realizing she mispronounced the word as her speech patterns turned slurred. She beckoned her friend inside her apartment, bed still unmade, and the pink nightgown thrown in the corner.

Closing the door behind her, Darla looked as though she was beaming. Liv tried to do the same, but the smile appeared forced. 

"Come in, come in, sit! Sit! Do you want coffee or, uh... um..." Liv put her fingers on her forehead, trying to think of the next word.

Darla looked at Liv, her eyebrows raised, still smiling. "Tea? Is tea the word you're looking for?" It looked as though she found Liv's stumbling funny.

"Yeah! Tea, would you like any?" Liv asked, almost seeing double.

"No." Darla said flatly, but with a smile in her inflection. Sitting back down on Liv's office chair, she subtly scanned the desk with her eyes and looked back at Liv, still standing. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine." Liv actively tried to keep her body from swaying as she fought off dizziness. Walking over to her bed, she sat down,her heart sank upon noticing the bed was still unmade, hoping that Darla didn't mind.

Darla sighed, her eyes looking sympathetic. "You said you were busy, Liv." She got up and sat right next to her, depressing the bed next to where she sat. "This..." She gestured towards her messy desk. "This isn't busy. This is unhealthy." Darla brushed a loose lock of hair behind Liv's ear. Their body heat intermingled. "You need to relax."

Liv gulped. "This is... this is too fast." She licked her lips. "I... I'm fine. Believe me." Her heart was pounding. Darla smelled of some enchanting coconut-infused perfume. She could see her own face reflected on Darla's glasses, her eyeliner was smeared. They weren't sharp knives anymore, they were just smudges.

"I know you better than that, Liv." She said, almost commandingly. "This isn't you. I could tell that from the moment I saw you. I've been here, what? A minute? And you're here looking like you're drunk or something? What's going on?"

Feeling a lump forming in her throat, Liv knew she couldn't lie anymore. She let out a long breath. "I'm just overworked. I have all this fucking work to do and I have this OnlyFangs thing I do to pay my loans, which are piling up because of this shitty interest. And I have this assignment due in a few days that I totally forgot about. And... and..." Liv could feel her voice growing quicker and more frantic.

"And I'm here." Darla said, sweetly, putting a finger on Liv's lower lip. "Shh. Relax. Relax."

The tender touch of Darla's finger was almost magical. It took only minutes, but it seemed like the entire world was just her and Darla. Looking at her sweet, round face, Liv felt a true moment of serenity. As if Darla were an angel sent to guide a lost desert traveler to a blooming oasis. Liv felt her breath slow down. "Th-Thank you, Darla. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Real-fine. Not fake-fine, like you." They both smiled. Liv placed her hand on Darla's thigh. 

"Yeah, you are "real fine," if you know what I mean" Liv smirked.

Darla laughed. "You are so corny! I swear!"

Liv moved her hand further up Darla's thigh, making eye contact with her. After laughing together, a serious tone came over the room.

They locked lips. Liv closed her eyes and grabbed Darla's hair. Darla did the same to her. 

Liv felt herself fall backwards onto the bed. Being so tall, she always loved the fact that Darla would be the one to take initiative, to let her feel smaller for once. She let her blouse and skirt peel away, letting Darla's small, delicate hands take control. Her exhausted body fell limp, but still she felt as though she was floating on a cloud as Darla laid a line of kisses down her neck, between her breasts, down her flat stomach, and...

"Oh..." 

Liv dug her nails into the mattress as she felt Darla's lips gently drag over her crotch. As she could feel her wetness mingle with Darla's, everything else melted away. Nothing else seemed relevant in the face of a genuine connection with another person. Someone she could be herself with.

---

Pimento's heart began racing, the quick beat pulsing against Jens's tiny body, still warping his compacted form. Was she exercising? 

A loud, sexual moan managed to pierce the chamber walls, though muffled. Was she taking another client? 

"Just let go." A woman's voice, certainly not Pimento's, seemed quite close to his position. 

Rhythmic pounding shook Jens back and forth, causing his near-liquid form to slide down Pimento's rectum. Another clench and he felt his body warp yet again with the strength of the muscular squeeze. He continued rocking back and forth as the immense heart's pulse continued to pitter-patter in a now-rapid rate. He loved the fact that he had no choice but to experience her life in the perspective of one of her un-defecated shits. 

---

The sensation of Darla's fingers within her sent waves of pure ecstasy through Liv's body. Glistening with sweat, she caressed Darla's beautiful jaw, looking down at her, a surrendered, sexual expression almost frozen into her face. Darla smiled as she, again, hid her face between her thighs. 

Liv couldn't help but let go. It was too quick, but it was the first genuine expression of sexuality she enjoyed in months. She didn't have to close her eyes and think of elsewhere, she could just accept what was happening and embrace it. 

Darla looked up, chin soaked in her fluids, and curled up next to Liv's nude body. Turning, Liv loved the fact that Darla took the position of big spoon. Wordlessly, she grabbed Darla's wrist and placed it over her right breast. Tall women were always expected to be dominant, especially in relationships, but being "little spoon" when cuddling was nice.

"Darla..." Liv said, softly.

"Yeah?" She responded.

"Thank you."

Though it was barely past 7PM, Liv felt her eyelids grow insurmountably heavy. She resisted, she wanted to be awake. Conscious. With Darla. 

"Shhhhh..." Darla responded, sweetly. "Just go to sleep... I'm here. Just relax."

Liv couldn't help but do as Darla said.

---

Jens was exhausted, but his new form didn't permit him to sleep. He barely remembered what it was like to exist in a human form. To walk, to speak, to breathe. He now understood that his decision to have Pimento "all to himself" may have been an error, as he had been lodged up her ass for over twenty four hours at this point. Unable to move, the last thing Jens remembered seeing was Pimento's pink, glistening tongue. This is what it was like to be completely, utterly dominated. To be reduced to brown slime.

He wanted to squirm as he experienced a pressure at his rear as several hot chunks of feces slid against him. Now noticeably more cramped in the hot, fleshy sack, Jens felt his own form oddly become one with the nuggets of feces that were clustering into Pimento's rectum. Now compacted firmly against the soft wall of flesh, Jens was nearly losing his sense of self. Having existed as a piece of feces now for well over a day, he lost where his original body ended and the woman's shit began, as if he were fading into it. The sensation was, in itself, surreal. 

To tiny Jens, hours and minutes were nearly interchangeable, as he understood that Pimento's heart was slowing yet again, ushering in a familiar sleep cycle. Losing hope that he'd be expelled soon gave him a sense of peace, knowing that there was no use in agonizing over the wait. He'd just continue to meld into the shape of her rectum as chunks of firm ooze continued to slide in from above. His life was now within her ass; he was growing to accept that, delirious as he was. 

---

Waking up with a jolt, Liv experienced a sense of immediate loneliness as she blinked her eyes several times. Shaking her head, she realized that she was in bed completely alone. "Was that... real? Did Darla really?" She thought as she stood up, feeling oddly refreshed and at-ease. 

Still nude, she walked over to her desk to find a yellow Post-It note with a message written on it in beautiful script handwriting. She immediately smiled, knowing how both she and Darla were some of the few people under the age of, like, 60, who could read and write it. She reminisced upon the flirtatious lessons when Darla taught her how. 

"Olivia,

Our short time together meant more to me than you know. Both yesterday and otherwise.

Once you read this, I hope you've had a well-deserved rest. 

Though I understand why things are the way they are, there is a difference between an is and an ought. 

We will talk later. And more.

Love,

Darla"

She held the note up to her face and sniffed it hard as she closed her eyes. It smelled of coconut. The love and connection she had felt in the night before filled her with a sense of calmness and purpose. A reinvigoration no research, nor high-paying client could provide. After walking over to her kitchen cabinet, she thumbed through her box of protein bars, the plastic wrappers crinkling under her touch until she found the flavor she was looking for. Coconut.

Skipping her skincare routine, a true sin after skipping it last night as well, Liv sat at her still-messy desk and browsed social media, caught up on some current events, and leaned back in her chair. All in the nude. Raising her arms, she yawned peacefully, embracing how truly wrong it felt to both sleep in and laze about on a Monday morning. "Darla's right." She thought, sipping on a cup of green tea. "I should relax more." 

Her blood felt as though it was flowing again, she had no idea how truly syrupy it felt in the previous days. The tension in her shoulders, quite literally, melted away. Feeling her muscles was an odd sensation, as they barely felt like her own. They were softer, more pliable. It was as if Darla did more for her sense of self than all these months of Yoga and breathing exercises. 

Upon finishing her mug of green tea, Liv felt a pressure near her crotch. After squeezing her thighs together, she yawned again, and traipsed over to the bathroom. Every movement she made felt much more fluid; more elegant. It was like she was "herself" again.

Sitting on the toilet, she embraced how flexible she felt, yawning again, raising her arms as far upward as she could, making a bizarre screeching noise as she loosened the tension within her. Now slouching, letting her breasts hang low, she started her piss.

---

"This is it! I'm going to be free! This is it!" Jens felt excitement as the bowels around him writhed. He wanted to struggle and scream as he felt himself shift forward slightly, even as another small cluster of nuggets crushed into what would otherwise be his legs. He felt so warped. So distorted. He understood his errors, he knew now not to be eaten on an empty stomach, he was more in tune with his desires. Though he understood that Pimento was just doing her job, he would likely not be employing her services again. He was sick of her. Her heartbeat, her scents, her heat. The way she clenched. He was more familiar with her than he was with any other person he'd ever been in contact with. Wanting to be free of her, he tried to rid himself of any tension in his mind and just let the expulsion happen. To let her anal ring glide over him and spill him out into the world in which he belonged.

Peaceful in his anticipation, he sensed an odd shift. A bubble, a large one, depressing his soft body, travelling along its side and past his face. Forced to experience the sharp, stinging odor, he felt himself shift forward as the rectal walls slid the bubble along.

"POP!" Her anus slapped against him, rippling a series of stinging slaps against him. 

His "heart" felt as though it was sinking as he heard the familiar sound of her urinating. Again. 

After the quick piss, he was intimately familiar with how her body moved, the difference between sitting and standing, laying down, or even being upside-down. 

"No! No! Please! Pimento! Let me out! Please!" He felt his calmness wash away as he sensed her begin to walk. "Stop this! Release me now! Sit back down! Please! I can't take this anymore!"

His desire struck him as intensely irrational. What he thought was a mistake was now a full-blown regret. He was truly imprisoned in this hooker's hot flesh. The idea of being eaten sounded much more pleasant than this! As he felt the familiar squish of her sitting, he wanted to burst into tears. He had no idea how many more hours it'd be before he was expelled. Too long! This was solitary confinement! Torture!

---

Liv felt peace in her motivation. As she opened up her PC to see her assignments, academic correspondence, and research papers, she didn't feel forced to do any of it. It was as if she wanted to do it. 

Scanning over the lines of the papers themselves, she shocked herself at how much easier they were to comprehend. The anxiety she was burdened with truly took up a lot of mental energy! The assignments she was faced with didn't seem like near-insurmountable hurdles, they looked, dare she even think it, easy! Her clients may have been good for her wallet, but Darla was good for her soul.

Upon earnestly focusing on her academics, it felt as though she were back in undergrad. Breezing through her agenda, she managed to, somehow, fulfill all her planned duties for the day slightly after the clock struck 1PM. 

Her stomach growled politely in anticipation for her seafood "Mukbang" she had planned for just a few hours from then. Finally taking a shower, she thought to herself how nice it was to do things out of order for once. A change in her rigid schedule was exactly what she needed. 

Upon cleaning and getting dolled up, she thought that her tight, glistening golden dress with a V-neck that descended below her belly button was the perfect thing for this kind of client. Understanding that he would likely want to see her belly bulge with the inevitably huge amount of food she'd be consuming, she may as well have it exposed at all times. Standing in front of her mirror, she inhaled as much as she could, bloating out her belly, and grinned, seeing how the expansion made the breast coverings lower, as well. Perfect.

The trip over to the client's place was uneventful, save for the fancy parking garage under the tower that automatically took the car after she got out, driving it over to a massive armature that stored it within a bay that looked like an immense  vending machine. 

"Hm!" She said, pleasantly surprised. 

"Your vehicle and biometrics are now on-record. Once you return to this space, your vehicle will be retrieved automatically. Thank you." A familiar, feminine computerized voice spoke in almost a sultry tone. She looked down, trying to remember where she heard it before, but, even upon pondering it extensively, she couldn't.

Finding "PeteZa's" place was quite easy,  "78C" meant the penthouse on the seventh floor. As she walked up to the doors, she stood up straight, honestly feeling fairly good, even with the TRT awkwardly slung over her shoulder and her phone stuck in a near-invisible pocket on the inside of one of her stockings.

---

"Oh my God! Pimento you are looking stunning! Like a queen!" Peter almost yelled as he opened the door to see the gorgeous young escort he had hired. Surprisingly, she looked even better than in the holo-images he had masturbated to a few nights prior.

Pimento looked at him with beaming, relaxed azure eyes and curtsied cutely. Her very aura put him at ease. "Why thank you, Pete-Zah!" She said. "May I come in?"

"Yes! Yes please! God, you're so fucking hot. I think I said that in my message! But God, you really, really are." Peter laughed, running his fingers through his wavy blonde hair. "And call me Peter!"

Pimento giggled. "You said something like that, Peter!" She walked with a feminine grace that betrayed her stature. Though Peter was almost 6 feet on-the-dot, he still felt as though Pimento towered over him like a statuesque model. 

"Yeah, I was, like, super fucking drunk when I wrote that, but fuck. I don't regret it at all looking at you." Peter responded. "Come! This way! Follow me, I actually have it all set up already."

In the open air of the warm, late summer night was a long table, elegantly decorated. The far end was almost completely full with a tremendous plate of imported baltic shrimp, placed in a circular pattern over a veritable ocean of beluga caviar. Though it cost him thousands of dollars to set up this arrangement, he knew he'd want to give his consumption an element of "Returning to the sea." 

As a successful art dealer, Peter wished to make as many aspects of his life, including sexual experiences, have a thematic element to them. Influenced by the somewhat recent wars, he grew interested in the subject of "Survival of the fittest" and therefore biological evolution. Reading somewhere that land animals evolved in the sea, and thus "brought the sea with them" within their water-laden bodies, he wished to, in a way, "Re-birth" himself in this process by returning to said sea. He also had some other influences, such as the concept of man being dominated by nature, the Freudean aspect of dying inside a woman's body after being born in one, and the obvious aspect of his rather unexplainable desire to be shrunken down and swallowed whole by someone attractive. After his drunken escapade on OnlyFangs, he finally felt the need to make his fantasy a reality.

"Looks delicious!" Pimento said, walking gracefully towards him, the rolled-up tent lightly bouncing on her back. 

Peter practically jumped in excitement, ready to describe what he had bought. "Yeah! It's not normal shrimp, either, it's baltic shr-"

"I meant you." Pimento nearly shouted as she grabbed his tie, pulled his head towards hers, and lightly nibbled on his earlobe. Feeling her warm, humid breath waft over the side of his neck, Peter grew erect quicker than he ever had in his life.

Knowing how to maintain a vibe of coolness in the face of near immense pressure, Peter stammered nevertheless as Pimento loosened her grip. "I... I'd like to... I want to be eaten now Pimento."

Staring at her as she quickly set up the strange, rectangular fabric box, he wondered how the technology behind this worked. He figured it'd be best not to think too hard about it, watching the claustrophobic foil-lined chamber seemingly loom in front of him. 

"Get in, Peter." Pimento smiled as she gestured towards the opening of the tent. "Or should I say... shrimp?"

Peter bit his lip and practically jumped into the chamber. Scanning his surroundings, he thought it was somewhat strange how it was lined with foil, but he thought nothing of it. "Yes, ma'am!" 

Pimento quickly zipped up the tent in one swift motion that lasted less than a second. His heart pounded as he heard the strange, almost otherworldly humming buzz from all around him. Thinking the process would be within the complete darkness, he was surprised when the walls themselves began glowing an alien pink color.

Then blackness.

His heart exploded, almost panicking, as he laid on his back, almost shaken in surprise. The wrinkles in the foil below felt massive. The pinkness blinked away and he was... he was tiny. As light flooded the chamber, he looked up to see Pimento's gorgeous, picturesque face looming over him through the unzipped door. 

He looked at her, looked at his hands, and felt an extraordinarily sharp sensation of ascent just after Pimento's fingers lightly squeezed his torso. Her face now blurry with distance, it was almost as if she weren't a human being, but instead a building. A whale. Now pondering his situation, he realized that a "Whale" went with his internalized artistic justification for his fetishistic experience.

The light breeze in the outdoor area now felt like a strong wind as Pimento carried him over to the plate of food. Nearly dizzy with apprehension, the immense bowl that he paid thousands for now looked like a football stadium. Each and every movement he made was completely under the power of this gorgeous escort. He was completely under her control, just like man was under the control of nature.

Lightly placed on one of the pink shrimps, he almost lost his balance as he attempted to straddle it. The moisture on the piece of food sinking into his clothes, he could smell its delicious aroma waft up to him. Looking down into the food itself, he could see every tiny detail the naked eye tended to miss. The frayed membranes, the glistening surfaces, the tiny veins. The new perspective was nearly overwhelming to him.

Looking up, he no longer felt "nearly" overwhelmed, he gasped in awe. Not knowing what to even say, he figured he'd embrace this moment as Pimento sat down, her immense breasts bouncing as she landed in the table's lone seat.

"Wooooooooooooooo! This is incredible! I can't believe this is happening!" He grabbed the sides of the shrimp and thrust back and forth, as if he were riding a bull. "Eat all this, Pimento! I'll be the cherry on top! Eat this, then me! Do it! I wanna see you chow down!"

He was now so aroused and so erect that he wondered if his underwear would tear.

---

Liv stared at the plate of fine seafood with a ravenous hunger. Only eating protein bars since Friday, the aromas wafting off of a tremendous bowl of fish eggs and shrimp were absolutely delightful. She could feel herself salivate at the anticipation of being able to finally gorge herself after a long period of near-starvation.

As soon as Liv heard the words "chow down," she couldn't help herself, she picked up the nearest fork and just dug into the pile of caviar. 

Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head as the delicate spheres came into contact with her tongue. The salty, marine flavor sent shockwaves through her body. It was bold, yet with subtleties her palate couldn't quite comprehend. It felt as though it had a gentle touch, but with a brash strength to back it up. The bursts of fishy flavor between her palate were entrancingly magnetic. After pulverizing the first mouthful and swallowing it, she found herself reflexively shoveling in a second bite.

"Alright! Yeah, girl! Eat it up!" The tiny rich guy screamed. Though he seemed pretty nice, there was an edgy pomposity about him, as if he were making this about more than it was.

Liv shoveled spoonful after spoonful of caviar into her mouth, barely making a dent into the immense, black pile. Though she knew that beluga caviar was a delicacy of the highest order, she felt no regret whatsoever in swallowing whole mouthful after mouthful. Piercing several of the shrimp at once, she shoveled them into her mouth ravenously. So hungry she felt like an animal, she had to resist chewing with her mouth open. She felt like enough of a slob knowing that there were caviar spheres lining the edges of her lips.

Scooping, chewing, swallowing, repeat. She felt as though her entire olfactory system was working overtime. Having not eaten anything "real" in days, this meal felt extremely substantial very quickly. Not even caring how loud she was as she ate. Still nearly famished, she tried fitting large forkfuls of caviar topped with several shrimps, ignoring her manners as they fell off the fork, bouncing into the sea of fish eggs below.

Almost delirious with hunger, she knew she could eat the entire thing quite easily. She had never entered any meal this hungry before, not even a "Mukbang." Liv was so focused on the food before her, she worried she might swallow the tiny man prematurely.

"Yeah! Keep eating! It it all Pimento! Eat me last! I wanna ride this thing down to your guts!"

Liv found the little man somewhat annoying, but she knew she could have her "Revenge" in just a few minutes. Being swallowed whole could shut anyone up. 

Licking the black spheres from her glossy lips, Liv belched slightly, letting out a small amount of gas. Putting her hand over her mouth, she muttered "Excuse me" before shoveling another spoonful of caviar into her face.

---

Jens, emotionally, felt the same way as he looked: as sludge. Hearing and feeling her heart beat faster, as well as hearing a gurgling vibration from above, he no longer cared about what was going on. He wondered if he could ever live the same life he did before this situation. Would he be appreciative of having arms, legs, and lungs? Or would he always carry this experience with him, constantly feeling like a literal piece of shit.

Densely-packed spheroids of feces continued to slide into him. Where his "face" was once pressed into the inside of Pimento's rectum, now it was directly plastered against the inside of her log of feces. With no idea what this was before she ate it, he wondered if his consciousness would fade away into it. If he would somehow dissipate. He didn't have the energy to care. This was beyond domination, beyond fantasy, beyond "bondage." This was just trauma.

---

"Mmmmmmm" Liv moaned as she chewed another mouthful of caviar and shrimp. Now swallowing several mouthfuls at once, she found that she was already half done. Time to show little Peter what sort of effect this was having on her.

Standing, she felt her stomach bulge as her dress stretched. Her tall figure enabling her to loom over the table, she gripped her belly right above her navel. 

"See this? This is where I'll keep you." She bit her lip. "I'm still so, so hungry." Despite the fact that she was teasing him, Liv wasn't lying. She really did continue to feel famished despite there being a sizable heft within her. 

Still hovering over him, she picked up the spoon and dragged her tongue along its bottom edge, licking away several black spheres before swallowing them with a kiss.

Plopping herself in the seat hard enough for her breasts to jiggle, she pulled the fabric slightly for the front end to be pulled down, exposing her nipples halfway. Blushing on cue, she bat her lashes at tiny Peter before pulling it back up. "Whoops. Silly me!" She exclaimed with a smile.

Without skipping a beat, she leaned over and hungrily continued to shovel mouthful after mouthful into her face. It was almost as if a constant stream of chewed seafood was sliding along her esophagus, like some kind of wet chute.

Wet smacking sounds filled the air as Liv, without any difficulty, found her way to the last ten or so percent of the immense bowl. Full of several pounds of seafood at this point, she sucked on her fingers to account for any spare pieces of caviar. 

"Eat me! Eat me now! Eat me now, please!" Peter was still straddling his piece of shrimp in the untouched corner of the immense bowl. 

"Oh really, shrimp? You said you wanted to go down last! Changed your mind?" Liv gently scooped up the shrimp that Peter was on, as well as a small bed of caviar below it.

"Yes! Yes please! Do it now! I belong to you!" Peter looked as though he was squeezing the flesh of the shrimp he sat on. His fingers obviously sinking below the surface.

Liv rolled her eyes, as if this were a burden, still teasing him. "Well, I guess!"

---

Peter's heart exploded with arousal and anticipation. Pimento's beautiful face filled his entire field of view, he had to crane his neck to even see her curly blonde hair. Giving the shrimp below him a death-grip, he couldn't help but scream in delight as he saw her lips part, exposing a mouth full of masticated shrimp and scattered caviar spheres.

"Wooooooooo! Yes! Swallow me whole! AiiiiiiyyyeeeeEEEeeE!" He couldn't help but give an enthusiastic shout as her teeth passed above him. 

Staring upwards, he could see the wrinkles of Pimento's palate as her hot, humid, salty breath wafted over his entire body. Shivering as a cord of saliva landed upon him, he grit his teeth in an effort to release some of his pent up energy. 

The roof pressed down upon him, Pimento's slime now in direct contact with him. He stuck his tongue out to taste her. Sandwiched between the shrimp and the back of Pimento's front teeth, he found that her rear gums tasted like caviar. "How obvious!" he thought, as the immense, muscular tongue below him began rolling him around in the mixture between fish eggs, saliva, and a small, pink shrimp.

Losing his sense of direction, Peter waved his arms around as if he were doing the backstroke as a torrent of fish eggs swirled around him. Her heat was everywhere, permeating her mouthful of food, of which he was a part. He couldn't imagine his luck. Born in a time when he could make use of his skills and have his most outlandish, secret fantasies come true.

Pressed into a swallowable cylinder of slimy seafood, Peter could almost cry. He felt himself become one with the food itself. To become one with Pimento. He thought of the lovely woman that now surrounded him. A perfect lady and a perfect tease. 

As the bolus of caviar he was trapped in shifted forward, he wanted to cheer, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle as he was thrust forward into a dark, tight, slithering tunnel. 

In the center of a mass of swallowed food, Peter's fingertips were the only contact that he had with Pimento's esophagus. It happened so quickly. He was sliding down the chute so fast it was almost as if he were falling. The bubbles of saliva fluttered around him as he struggled. Not in fear or pain, but to touch her from the inside.

Almost without warning, Peter experienced an abrupt slowdown before the stomach entrance spit him out into a churning sea coated by a mucus-laden foam. His first breath was noxious, but intoxicating. The scent of digesting seafood mixed with snot formed a malodorous concoction so revolting that a "normal" person would have vomited immediately. His head sticking in an air pocket near the top of Pimento's stomach, Peter literally dipped his head into the hot soup as if he were getting used to cold water swimming in a beach. Immediately coated with a sticky, slimy layer of her stomach acids, he spit out the mixture and tasted a lovely sourness tinged with the familiar flavor of caviar.

Food continued to splutter in from above as the goo rained down upon him. The mixture strangely easy to swim in, Peter swished his arms a few times and couldn't help but moan as he touched the interior of Pimento's stomach. With the hot slime soaked into his clothes mixed with the sensation of his erect cock rubbing against the inside of his pants, he couldn't help but ejaculate. He couldn't feel his cum drifting, as it was the same temperature and consistency of the mucus that now surrounded him in almost every direction. 

As the mixture below him began to tingle, he splashed the liquid around, feeling its heavy, thick consistency. The scent of her puke was completely relentless and inescapable, especially now that the last few bites of seafood were spluttering in. Sensing her body shift, he could feel her tremendous heartbeat, calm and collected. No tension. No fear. This woman was a professional.

Because her stomach was so expanded, he couldn't grip any of the surrounding wrinkles as he wished. He slid along the surfaces as the clothes along his body began to chafe painfully against his skin. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He thought as he realized that the very liquid he was trapped in was beginning to cause him pain. He was officially being digested alive! How divine!

Letting go of the slick surface, he decided it was time to undo his pants. Sinking, he fiddled with the button on the front of his khakis, letting his belt slip away into the churning ocean. After kicking them away, he finally had access to his bare crotch. Finding his cock already fully erect yet again, he slid his bare hand across its surface, embracing the burning sensation of Pimento's digestive juices beginning to work on him. 

Swimming, his heart sank as he realized he had lost any sense of navigation. Not knowing which way was up or down, he thrust in a random direction. Finding no air pocket to breathe in, he understood his time alive within Pimento was growing limited. He had to make a choice.

Gripping his erect penis, suspended in the thick liquid, he stroked himself, experiencing the chewed spheres of caviar gliding against him. Furiously masturbating as he was running out of air, he could sense a burning sensation between his toes, over his eyes, and most of all, his cock. The mucus itself provided excellent lubrication and he couldn't help but scream bubbles of pure agony as the jerking motion irritated the soft surface of his member. Aroused by the pain itself, he felt his life slipping away, the pieces of caviar beginning to flood up his nostrils. His relatively rough palms still stroking his penis extremely quickly, Peter let his instincts control him. His front teeth clicked together as he bit through his lower lip in an expression of complete bliss while the outer layer of skin on his cock flipped off like a sock peeled off of a wet foot.

Through the bloodied rod, a second gush of watery cum burst through as Peter shivered, feeling chewed fish eggs fill his lungs, his last moments in that body experiencing the orgasm-induced glory of a fantasy turned real.

---

Liv wasn't cleaning this shit up, so she rolled up her tent and left, finally having eaten a decent meal.

Now drowsy from her "food baby," she cradled her distended stomach as she took the elevator down to the parking garage. Her eyes half-open, she found her way to the somewhat dark underground area and waited for the machine to detect her. 

Rolling her eyes at the fact that this process wasn't automatic, she flipped out her phone from her stocking. Thumbing through the various screens, she noticed there was yet another iOS update she'd have to install once she got back to her home network. She scanned the new features of the phone's operating system, seeing if there was anything new, and-

"Biometric data scanned."

The voice came from nowhere! Liv jumped and dropped her phone on the hard, concrete floor. Fuck!

"Automobile retrieved from dock. Please wait."

Leaning forward quickly, Liv gasped as she saw her phone, normally a transparent piece of glass, spider-webbed with cracks. 

Her heart sank. Oh shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! She'd have to get a new one! Though the screen still seemed to work fine, as well as the bio-sensors, it just looked so childish and unprofessional to have a cracked phone! "I knew I should have gotten a case for it!"

The armature placed the white, electric car in front of her. Stepping in, she was happy that this newfangled garage could auto-drive her car out to the street, where it could auto-drive its way almost to her own complex. 

Once she got home, she placed the phone right on her desk immediately. The PC portion of it still worked, having every screen show up completely properly. It was just shattered like someone threw a baseball at a window. 

"Ugh!" Spending some time between her academics and looking up how much a repair would cost on her phone, Liv felt as though she couldn't have just one perfect day. One day that started good and ended good. She sighed, knowing that a repair would cost her a decent amount now that the warranty was expired.

---

Peter's corpse continued to soften as it slid deeper into Liv's body. As the hours passed, the soup began to homogenize as the digestive acids continued their work o the mixture. Now dissolved into a chunky slurry, the chyme that composed the mixture spilled into her small intestine, bloating the tunnel with both gas bubbles and partly digested seafood. As nutrients were absorbed, Peter's skin was shorn off as the front part of his body was pressed against the intestinal walls and pushed forward in a peristaltic motion. 

The chyme continued its procession through Liv's bowels as she slept. A large portion of her intestines completely filled by what was now a brown stew, the bubbling and groaning in the hot, slimy tunnels continued overnight. As her stomach flattened, the goo poured into her colon, bloating it with gas. As the peristalsis forced the thickening mixture past one corner, the mass was noticeably smaller, the major nutrients having been absorbed, leaving only indigestible waste, such as Peter's clothes and whatever else Liv's body couldn't process in the seafood meal.

Through her transverse colon, Peter's dead body and the chunk he was embedded in became largely drained of water, to be either recycled for Liv's other bodily processes or simply urinated out as waste. Because the mass was mostly protein, the log of feces formed was long, densely-packed, heavy, firm, and sticky. 

In the early morning, shortly before Liv woke up, the round mass slammed into her rectum, expanding the fleshy sac to nearly its limit, and pressed aside the softer lump that was there earlier.

---

Jens's thoughts devolved into static. With nowhere to move, nowhere to flee, nothing to scream, he just remained there, motionless. Any thought he had about his situation would have simply been a re-tread over something he had ruminated over earlier. He was emotionless, his only real "feeling" was numbness. 

Torn away from this relative comfort, he could feel his entire consciousness become smashed, spreading out  within Liv's rectum like a squished bug. Far from being alone in her body, Jens sensed another log of shit almost bully him out of his space. Feeling foolish for even believing this was "another" log as he sensed himself melting into it, a strange excitement came over him. This mean it was almost over. It must be. There's no other option, now. Sensing the smooth muscle over him expand and gas bubbles over him flutter, Jens felt a sense of hope for the first time in days.

---

The next day, Liv woke up feeling bloated in her gut, feeling a strong pressure in her backside. Turning over, she shuffled over to her bathroom thinking about finishing her assignment. She sighed, having bags under her eyes. 

Loosening herself, she began urinating as her anus began to dilate. Letting the relieving sensation take over, she could feel the massive log of feces begin to crown. Grunting as she curled her toes, she let her body do its work as her asshole expanded to its widest point, letting the smooth muscle push out the waste as well as allowing gravity to pull it downwards into the cold toilet water.

---

Jens just wanted it to be over. He didn't even care that he was feeling Pimento's asshole slither over him, he just wanted to land in the toilet and get zapped back into the fucking tent. 

Halfway out of her asshole, he felt a bizarre contrast between her hot insides and the cold outside. The light was blinding, as she must have spread her thighs widely, but he looked at that toilet water with extreme intent. Just one splash and zap! Back to life!

"K'plunk!"

What? What's going on? Why am I still like this? "Pimento! Pimento? Something went wrong!" The log of shit sank to the bottom of the bowl, completely submerged in cold, yellow toilet water. Staring up at the woman's dirty asshole, he could sense panic overwhelm him as he saw her hand reach under her crotch, wiping herself clean of any residue. He shouldn't be conscious now! The toilet itself had scanners in it, didn't it? He'd just zap into a pattern buffer and get synced with the tent, right? Shouldn't it feel instantaneous, like he'd just get shit out and he'd be back like nothing happened? "Hey! Please! Please hear me!" He knew the woman couldn't hear him as he was stuck, conscious, as a piece of this blonde woman's shit. Pimento didn't even look down as she flushed him away. "Stop! Stop! Pleeeeaaaase! No! I can't be stuck like this! This can't be happening!" 

---

Liv figured she may as well shower when she's in the bathroom. She always hated when she had to go before her alarm went off, so she may as well take advantage of the head start. Upon  putting on some short shorts and a tight tee shirt, Liv figured she may as well adopt a more relaxing lifestyle after talking with Darla at more length the night before. She even made her feel better about her cracked phone!

As she scanned through her email, a notification popped up on her screen. [ONLYFANGS REF REMINDER: 2 SCAN TO TRT].

Oh, right. That. Liv rolled her eyes and turned her head, facing the mirror. She slung her hair in a ponytail, admiring her long, pale legs in the mirror. She looked sporty and cute! Well enough for clients to see, at least.

Stumbling over to the parking garage across the street, she assembled the tent in one of the more obscure corners. Pressing the touchscreen on her cracked phone, Liv sighed yet again. This part was always sort of awkward, as the guys tended to tell her about their experiences, which she not only didn't care about, but she often found rather disgusting.

Zipping up the TRT, she hit the button that said "REF 1" - the reformation of the first guy. Wait -- that was so long ago! How has he been in there that long? Her heart started to palpitate. Has it really been that long between bowel movements? She thought her diet was strange, but not that strange! Clicking the button with her finger, her heart sank as the screen lagged and glitched out for several seconds. Behind the cracked glass, she could see green, which was always good, right?

ONLYFANGS NOTIFICATION:

[REF 1: SUCCESS]

[PAYMENT 1: PROCESSED]
[REF 2: SUCCESS]

[PAYMENT 2: PROCESSED]

Well that's a bit strange. She was only on the first reformation. Liv's brows furrowed, concerned by the glitchy appearance of the notifications. Hearing the buzzing end within the TRT, Liv quickly unzipped the rectangular tent.

Her heart dropped. It was the second guy. 

"Pimento!" Peter exclaimed. "I had the most fantastic time! You are so fucking hot it's almost fucking unbelievable. You're a mind blower. We have to do this again! Please! Next week! The week after! More than that, even!"

Liv smiled, but she looked behind Peter in an act of desperation. Looking down at her phone, she saw that any option to "REF" was completely greyed out, unable to even be clicked. It wasn't an option. Clicking it over and over again, Liv could sense panic come over her, thinking she may have just doomed someone to... she couldn't even think about it. The anxiety she thought she was rid of came roaring back. 

"Pimento? Are you okay?" Peter asked, seeming somewhat concerned.

Trying not to cry, Liv responded "Oh yeah. You were... you were super tasty. I, uh... I gotta go." She squeaked in between words, her jaw quivering. 

Quickly diving behind Peter, she didn't even bother rolling up the tent, she just hugged it, flipped it on its side, and bolted away from Peter as tears welled in her eyes. 

Behind her, she could hear Peter shouting "Thank you for the lovely time! I'll see you again!"

As she found her way to her apartment, Liv tossed the semi-bent tent on the side of the room before shoving her face into a pillow. "AAAAAAAAAIYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE"

Her hand shaking, she went back to the OnlyFangs notifications. It said both of the reformations were successful, she figured that no one would know! It could be an accident! 

"Darla! I have to call Darla!"

As she scrolled through her contacts, she found Darla's beautiful face, clicking it frantically.

Instead of the contact screen, she found an error message next to an exclamation mark. 

ERROR: iOS INSTALLATION FAILED. PATTERN BUFFER COMPROMISED. CONTACT YOUR NEAREST REGISTERED iPHONE RETAILER.

Anxiety gripped her heart. The pattern buffer. Filled with regret, she stared at her cracked phone and sighed, her breath quaking. "If only that fucking cucumber let me eat breakfast! Fuck!" 

Liv threw the phone against her mirror with all her strength, shattering them both.