The story I wrote for Fossuary last night. He is ever so fun to tease~
In anycase here it is cleaned up and mashed together.
They told you not to worry, your first day volunteering in the Amazon. They said they’d just have you helping with worker stress, that’s what they said. As a public relations person, you of course agreed. You’d always wanted to go to the Amazon.
They did not, however, tell you just what worker you’d be de-stressing….
Not until the convoy drove out into the middle of the jungle and vanished…not until they left you alone in the middle of the jungle…
Not until you slowly stepped back in fear of what lay ahead of you, only for your back to suddenly press against something warm…soft…muscled…and purring. A giant paw comes around, almost languidly, and with only a mere hint of its strength, not much more than a twitch on the part of its owner, traps you against that chest. Its deep, rumbling purr of a growl thrumming through you as though you were nothing more than a violin string.
You’d shudder and turn your head to look up, to see a pair of almost glowing yellow eyes, and a subtle, curling coil of a smile, revealing very, very sharp teeth…
"Why hello…" The voice rumbles against you, the base of it hitting the center of your belly like a drum. "A new plaything…how nice…"
You’d try to run of course…they always do, that makes it fun. You’d struggle against that massive muscled tiger for a few moment, before he simply lets his leg drop and you fall to the jungle floor like a leaf, letting out an amused chuckle as you struggle to right yourself.
"Oh you will be fun…" He’d wait for you to get up, and before you’d even taken a step he’d have simply loped forwards with feline grace with muscles moving under striped fur, and encircled you with his body. So massive he is to you that you are nothing more than an after thought. Slowly, casually completing a little gait around around your body every few seconds, and each passing one getting closer, like a giant collar slowly cinching around your body.
You’d try to back up, but you’d hit nothing but more shifting, slowly moving Tiger, the sensation of his hunch moving as he circled you supremely regal, and utterly dominating, with nothing more than his body.
His front would come up to face you, his head alone dwarfing you in size. A wide, flat tongue slipping slowly out to lick along large feline lips as he comes to a stop, trapping you against his side in a way only a feline ever could. Hot, humid breath would was over your face,even his mere breath bigger than you.
He’d look you over, appraise you, then slowly raise a paw to examine it, flipping it over in front of his face, the massive appendage missing you by millimeters. “Yes…yes you’ll do…”
With a subtle sound, like silk across silk, claws long enough to be knives would simply slip out from the almost invisible folds in those paws. He’d let out another purring rumble of sound and draw a single claw across your belly, watching as you tried in vain to back away, only pressing yourself further against him. His feline grin growing as he watched you squirm, knowing that just a slight bit of pressure, not even enough of his effort to even COUNT as effort, could do you harm if you didn’t listen to his every word.
That smooth, slightly cool claw would draw itself up across your chest, his pleasured purr growing as he sees you draw your chin up and away from it, the only move you can make as it draws itself luxuriously up your neck…
"You are mine now…understand?" It really wasn’t a question. The upward inflection at the edge of his voice a courtesy to the illusion that you could ever say no. You’d nod, and he’d simply press his face closer, that massive nose blowing a puff of air across your face enough to ruffle every bit of fur on it.
"Good…." And without another word his tongue, large enough to cover your whole face, would slip from between his lips and lather itself over your features, taking its time, soaking you in saliva as the slightly rough surface tastes you, and you hear his stomach growl. Once again, your blood runs cold…
His tongue finishes its lazy lap over your face, snapping upwards with a dexterous curl and leaving your features a hot mess of jagged angles stuck with saliva, before slipping back into his lips with an approving noise at your taste. He notices your expression and he raises a single stripe above his eye, his smile never leaving.
"Oh…Yes, how did you think this was going to end? You will be going there very shortly. You serve no other purpose…But….for now" He begins walking around you again, his shoulder rubbing firmly into your chest and side, dragging his body along yours, letting you know that if he chose to apply just a bit more of his weight, he could overpower you utterly just by laying down, his long, flicking feline tail curling around your neck almost cruelly as he comes to stand in front of you…
"I’m going to have some fun. Welcome to your new employment…best enjoy it while you can…Now…Run…"
You both know it’s useless, but you have no choice. You obey.
Some first day on the job…
You ‘d very nearly topple backwards over yourself as you turned to run. Of course in your heart of hearts you knew it was useless, but some base instinct keeps you trying…maybe…just maybe…
You look back. He hasn’t even moved, a slow, cold grin curling over his feline features as he watches you run away, massive nostrils flaring, breathing in your scent, taking his time with his prey as a businessman might a fine cigar.
You look head, pushing past the occasional leaf or branch, but when you look back again, there’s not even a flash of orange stripes, he’s simply gone vanished into the trees the way a fish might into water. You suddenly feel clumsy, heavy compared to him, such a massive beast able to move with such ease. Your shoes might as well be filled with cement.
You hear a purring laugh bouncing through the trees, and you try to run faster, but your legs just won’t payout. You desperately grasp at the next tree branch to help you forwar-
Suddenly, a flash of orange and black, then weight, so much weight.
Two massive paws frame your head. Toes drumming along the jungle floor, such an idle motion, but you can feel then through the ground every time you hit. Above you, that gleaming smile stares down at you, but now there’s a trace of something else there…pitty.
"Tsk tsk…you’ll have to do better than that if you want to keep me entertained…"
You try to struggle, try to get up, but that weight is too great on top of you. You can feel his warmth, oppressive and hot against your own body, making you sweat underneath him. Only the occasional jiggle along his belly marks the fact that you’re even there, and that’s hardly even worth registering. He just smiles sinuously down at you and watches you squirm.
Your head thrashes around, trying to find something, anything to give you leverage, but there is no leverage. Even your hands are trapped beneath him. He literally isn’t even lifting a paw, and he has you so utterly trapped it makes your stomach quail.
He puts a stop to that silly head thrashing. His paws clap themselves to either side of your head, a small shift for him, but enough to make your head spin. His rumbling purr thrums through your body again, so intimately familiar now… Those massive paws cover most of your head and face. He twists it back and forth, looking at it like a ball of yarn. “I’m growing bored…” He rumbles, his claws sliding slowly out to graze along your scale, the tips just hinting at the power there. They tease among your fur for a moment before he lets go.
Then you feel it. You don’t just hear it…You feel it. His stomach rumbles, deeper than his purring growl, more visceral…to you a force of nature in itself.
His smile grows…You open your mouth to protest, to be, to say anything only for him to bend down and force your head back into the dirt with nothing but his massive tongue. The wide,flat muffle more than enough to physically muffle anything you might have cared to say, his saliva running down your face in sticky strings, the front of that tongue flumphing against the bottom of your chin with a meaty sound and dragging your head upwards with it as it scrapes against your flesh once again. It seems to take an eternity, but eventually it flicks upwards through your hair, flapping against itself with a slick noise before slowly retreating back into his cavernous maw, strings of saliva sticking to every part of your face, connecting you to his lips, symbolic and inescapable. Every part of his body could dominate you so utterly that there can be no other end. He savors your taste like ambrosia.
"Well now…" He smirks, his massive head bearing down on you, those large yellow eyes filling your vision as his breath hits you once more, his nose forcing your head back into the dirt again, leaves clinging to your face with his saliva.
"I don’t think you’re going to last as long as my last toy…"
You’d quake under his body, too stunned and transfixed by the sheer amount of power he has over you, the last strings of saliva connecting you to his lips still slowly breaking and quivering in the jungle air as he bends back up and away from you, that cruel grin still coiling up over his features like in across paper.
You come to your senses and open your mouth again to plead with him to let you go, but before you can get a single word out his massive paw simply lifts and settles over your face like a weighty warm cushion, those toes curling possessively around your head, holding it like a human might a softball. You can barely breathe, let alone speak. Still, you can feel his smirk, from the rumbling of his purring voice, to the steadily growing growl of his stomach.
"No no no," he says, the sophistication in his tone just further cementing how beneath him you are. "The time for begging is over…You can hear it just as I do…” he practically coos. "I’m hungry…and for what greater purpose are you than to become a part of me? What greater aspiration could you possibly have? The way you stumble around this jungle, if it were not me, it would be something else. I do not think a simple field mouse would even balk at trying to have you for its own…"
With such proximity to him,with his weight against your body and his paw against your face, you can feel every word, every syllable through every fiber of your being.
In a final tease, something almost gentle, almost loving, he bends down once more, keeping his paw against your face, subtly grinding as though you were nothing more than a bug, you feel his humid exhalation right next to your ear, a gentle rumbled whisper against your flesh through the humid night air. His tongue wetly licks his lips, you feel that massive tongue ever so lightly brush against your ear. You shudder.
"I plan to devour you…You know this to be true…" He purrs. "There is nothing you can do to stop this…you cannot lift a single finger without my allowance, and now…I’m going to swallow you whole…"
Without another word,his paw leaves your face, you look up, and you see that cruel smile. The last thing you will see, before his maw opens wide, glistening, deeply pink, its interior fills your sight,strings of wet, hot saliva hanging between those jaws, a gust of heated breath ruffles even your spit slicked hair, that wide tongue slips out to hang under that maw, it just keeps coming with his size compared to you, it’s practically a red carpet, welcoming it’s only star, a guttering, pathetic one at that. You.
That maw slowly descends, it takes your whole head in, like a tootsie pop, those lips flapping closed around your neck, the sensation almost like some sort of sick kiss as his tongue curls around your face like a sweet, your cries muffled by his cheeks.
He stands up,the force of it enough to take you with him, his large, undeniable paws clasp around your arms, keeping them still, his claws digging subtly against your back,never pricking, no, he wants you whole…he wants you squirming.
Your world is dark,hot, sweltering, the only sensation you can register that massive tongue dexterously swirling about your head, denying no inch of your flesh its touch. It delves against your neck, your nose,even your mouth isn’t safe. Your body is his. His alone, and he will do what he wishes.
You groan as you feel a sudden tightness. Your scalp reaches his throat. You feel its terrible hug, squeezing around your features, your shoulders and upper body starting to enter their own torment. You give a final cry before the pressure of that throat becomes too much. You can’t even speak anymore, you have been denied that, denied even your most basic functions by his body, for what need do you have of them? Your only only purpose is as food, soon to be nothing but hanging fat along his glorious undercarriage.
His throat contracts like quicksand, wet,slick sounds making short work of you. His paws work to lift you into that maw, but they’re hardly needed, soon you’re up to your elbows in tigermaw, that tongue exploring your belly with an almost sadistic glee. His moans of pleasure, purring and regal as ever become the only sound you can hear besides the contractions of his throat and the steadily approaching sloshing of his belly.
You can imagine, outside, his throat bulges, wiggles with your form, pair of legs clasped between lips, slowly being slurped up like pasta. You stiffen and trash more as that large infernal tongue begins to tease at your groin,truly leaving no space un-tasted. Your member is licked and swirled like candy, your buttocks explored and caressed before they’re lost to his throat as well. Your head is squeezed from the passage to enter the cavern of his stomach as your knees vanish, your shoulders and upper body soon joining them. All that’s left is your ankles, free of his body’s grasp…not for long…
Your toes wiggle helplessly, those big yellow eyes center on them for a moment, that grin coating his face even now around your legs. With a slow, luxurious purr, his great tongue folds out, wide enough to cover both feet in a single curl. With a final, audible gulp, he pulls them inside,and all of you is lost to his body.
He pats his lips with a paw almost absentmindedly, before looking down at his squirming ,distended belly, the last trace you were ever there. He takes his massive paws and plays with you. You can feel them,maneuvering you,feeling you, so heavy, even now, even in this place. You hear that languid purr a final time.
"Mmmm, is it not lovely to fulfill your purpose? Your one job?" He lets out a final satisfied puff of air, before flopping over onto his side, his large belly still wiggling with its newest charge as he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. "I’ll give you a fantastic reference~"
