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Tales of Vore from boy's town

This choice: Switch to description of David's dump  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Switch to POV of David's dump

    by: Unknown
6 hours earlier...
You were a 16 year old baseball player, finally happy to take a break from practice and relax by the pool, even if it was practically overrun by noisy, obnoxious kids. Whatever... You applied a thick layer of banana sunscreen and laid back for a nap, unaware that a voracious 12 year old brushed his long brown hair out of his face and fixed his green eyes on you.

SLURRRP...

What the hell!? You sit up with a start... well, you try to. But a slimy, stinky mouth has closed over your head, a small heavy body sits firmly on your belly... with what feels like a big, soft belly of its own resting on your chest. Small hands grab your ankles! A coordinated ambush! You scream for all your worth, but the mouth continues to ingest you slowly down your neck. Hands fold your shoulders together like a hot dog bun and guide them into the mouth. All your struggling for naught... whoever is eating you is going to win. You cry. As you sob in defeat, you hear giggling around your head, which is passing through an esophagus, as well as from outside. Soon, your hunter's assistants back away, leaving him to finish you off. As you curl up into a helpless, sobbing ball, you pray for your death to come quickly, or at least with some dignity. Nobody hears those prayers. For the next 30 minutes, you struggle in an acid bath as preteens taunt your misfortune. "Nooo!" you scream. "This is a nightmare! I don't want to be some kid's food!"... your mind flashes to an impressive bowel movement you had this morning. "Or his shit!"

"Well, too bad, dude! You ARE gonna be David's poop! And based on how big a meal you were, you'll be at least 3 feet high as a pile!" As the boy's digestive juices continue working on you, an image snaps into your brain - you remember dodging a huge pile of pred scat on the way over here - at least 3 skulls stared sadly out of the pile. You tried not to, but you imagine your own skull grinning lewdly out of the pile - staring up at the butt of another boy about to unload on top of it...

As you fade away, you imagine picture yourself as this David's turd. This is freaky. It's disgusting. It's not what you want. You can't become .. poop!

Back to present

But you did. Your sloppy remains gurgled away through the eager boy's guts. You slowly solidified in his bowels, and now, with an ear-splitting fart... well... you were ready to come out. Filling the entire length of the preteen's colon, his body vibrated with effort as he ran. His voice reverberated through his abdominal cavity. "Uh... perfect spot..." Sensing imminent action, his bowels dumped about a gallon of mucous all over your remains to ease your passage - right before clenching down on your soft, round form. Below you opened up the sphincter of the kid and another loud trumpet blast of a fart ejected a cloud of your fetid stench - a miasma of nauseating proportions. Part of you slipped out into the cooler afternoon air. A series of raucous jeers and catcalling accompanied your re-emergence into the world. Your bony, slender body was broken down in this kid, and now your bone-strewn sickening new form was exiting him. You descended onto an existing pile - the pile you had seen earlier. Skulls grinned up at the anaconda of prepubescent boy poop slowly descending onto the waste. You began to steam as you cooled off and coiled up under David's spread ass cheeks. More farts punctuated your unceremonious defecation. They were all cheered by his friends, watching on in rapt awe. David grunted and clenched. His butt hole pinched through the log of soft poop and down came the first turd - an impressive 2 footer!
He pushed again around your smooth log, and out came more. Bits of undigested hair tickled at David's hole. He just relaxed and let you flow out, now. You were making a mess of his butt crack, but even more of a mess on the sidewalk underneath the little kids' jumpway. David continued to moan as he pooped you out. Finally, with a wet SPLOOP, your skull landed on the pile.

You have the following choices:

1. switch back to David

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2. switch back to Ben

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