title: Lifeline aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Ropistike] id: [20529288] date: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 9:37:46 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 10:02:23 晚上

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Lifeline

Author: Ropistike Source: Lifeline (AV Story)

The heat pounded harshly as Brett stepped through the hall of his apartment building. Work had been stressful and the commute home had been long. His criminally slow elevator deposited him onto the fifth floor of the building, and it took him three tried before he finally got his frustrating key into the lock of his door. He stepped back into his apartment, tossing his bag to the side and walking through the barely air conditioned room.

Brett collapsed on his couch, sighing in relief at the prospect of having a couple days off. He leaned over onto his side, reaching over to his computer and resuming his re-watch of whatever television show he had been staring at the day prior.

As he settled in, he found himself scanning his apartment, noticing, as he had been a lot recently, that a few of his items were strangely askew. Groaning to himself as he stood back up to investigate, he approached his kitchen table, finding that the cereal boxes he always kept out had been opened and tipped over, leaving a scattered mess across the surface. 

Puzzled, he ran a hand through his hair. Brett knew there was a pretty decent chance he had spilled the damn thing himself this morning and simply not noticed, he was far from the least clumsy person in the world, but this was not the first time this week that something had seemed off. 

The day prior, he had awoken in the morning to find that his ice cream had been put away in the fridge instead of the freezer. His toothpaste had been sitting out on his bedside table earlier in the week, and last weekend his handheld game system had disappeared, only for it to turn up several hours later on a completely different level.

“Losing my god damned mind...” He muttered to himself, swiping the spent cereal back into the box and tossing it into the garbage, though he found himself at least a little unnerved at the strange coincidences that had been piling up as of late. 

Feeling as though there was nothing to lose, he did a quick online search for local news and message boards, wondering if anyone else was experiencing similar issues and if there happened to be a logical explanation that he had overlooked. After skimming though several articles about the current heat wave, a few discussions on the new restaurants that had opened the past week, and one landlord ranting about a lunatic tenant that claimed he was being stalked by batman or something, Brett gave up and assured himself it was nothing. 

The hours ticked by as episode after episode played in succession. Brett found himself dozing off and decided he didn't care if he fell asleep on his couch, as much as he always regretted it the following morning when he did. The sun had set hours past, and the night beyond his fifth story window was winding up as the nearby clubs started blasting their repetitive electronic music. Grateful for his frame of mind that allowed him to enjoy himself without the need of bustling crowds and excitement, Brett contented himself to shut his eyes and listen to the world beyond his apartment, drifting off for a nap.

He woke some time later, asleep for long enough that his computer had shut off but not so late that the weekend partying had subsided. He sat himself up, yawning and idly wondering if it was worth the fifteen second walk to his bedroom, when he felt claws clasp over his shoulders and a voice whisper into his ear. 

“Hi.” it hissed. 

Brett emitted an embarrassingly high pitched yelp and tumbled to the floor, spinning himself around and staring off to where the voice had come from. It was dark, and he could not discern what was shadow and what was intruder. His heart hammering in his chest, he pushed himself up, practically sprinting the five feet to his light switch and illuminating his little common room. There was no one else here. 

Had he dreamed that? He thought to himself, placing his palm to the side of his head where it throbbed from his tumble to the floor. It had seemed far more real than any nightmare he had awoken from before. He had felt something grab him, clutching at both of his shoulders as it whispered to him. He could have sworn he felt the warmth of breath against the back of his neck. He shook his head.

He was losing it. He sighed slowly to himself, trying to force calm into his still rapidly beating heart. A nightmare. What other explanation could there be? His walls had certainly not sprouted claws and a mouth to torment him, and there was definitely nothing else sharing the room with him. He marched through the rooms of his apartment just to make sure, and confirmed that they were empty. This was ridiculously paranoid. He had a false awakening, followed by a rude one, nothing more. 

Wide awake and alert now, he busied himself by making a glass of water and heading off into his bedroom. He kept his bedside light on, grabbing a book off of his shelf and getting ready to read for a few minutes, knowing that sleep would certainly continue to elude him until he calmed himself back down. As he flipped through the pages, he marveled at how long it had been since any nightmare had effected him quite like this one had. These days his dreams only tormented him with mundane horrors like an unusually high electric bill or the grocery store running out of his favorite brand of ice cream. He had not been attacked by ghostly night-claws since his childhood years, if ever. 

It only took him about fifteen minutes, but his exhaustion from the previous day soon caught up with him again, taking priority from the adrenaline his nightmare had provided him. He marked his book, setting it aside, and shut off his light to drift off to sleep. 

He woke up to a bug crawling on his face. He sniffed, slapping at his own cheek and turning over in his bed. He flicked the light back on, blinking sleepily at the brightness. It must have flown away, as there was no minuscule gore on his palm from the swatting attempt. He groaned again, noticing the time and getting frustrated at fate's determination to keep him from getting a peaceful night's rest. He turned back over, flicking the light off again before turning back over and feeling something over against his side. 

Confused, he flicked the light back on again, looking towards the middle of his bed and meeting the eyes of the 4 foot bipedal bat creature that stared cheerily back at him. 

It took him a good four seconds for the overwhelming shock to kick in, and Brett soon found himself shouting and falling backwards out of his bed. His back hit the floor hard, but the now familiar rush of adrenaline kept him from caring as he stared wide eyed to the edge of his mattress, where the strange creature had leaned over to watch him, mischievously launching itself forward to land heavily against his chest. 

He opened his mouth to scream, finding its clawed palm clutched tight against his mouth as it quietly shushed him. Another nightmare, it had to be. There was no possibly way that it could be anything but, he though to himself, trying to explain away the heavy bat-like monster that perched atop his chest, but it's existence continued to ignore his pointed musings on what was possible, as it settled itself down, curling up a long, thick, leathery black tail between Brett's legs. 

Brett moaned against the bat's palm, barely registering that the beast continued to shush at him, pressing harder and harder against his mouth until he complied, staring fearfully at the impish creature. It's appearance would have been a mix between cute and comical had they become acquainted under less startling circumstances. It was about two-thirds of Brett's height, most of it's body a pitch black with the occasional brownish-cream colored fur appearing in tufts around its neck. It had black leathery wings attached to its arms, the canvass of which drooped over Brett's shoulder like a blanket as it kept its claw over his mouth, and had two long pointy ears that were perked up as it studied him with its big beady eyes. 

Brett froze, unsure how to handle his current situation, fearful that the creature would suddenly bite him if he made a wrong move, and waited until it made it's intentions clear. 

“You didn't say hi back.” It spoke.

Brett froze, wondering whether to gape at the fact that it could speak or that he had no idea how to approach its comment. It stared down at him, Brett realizing it had released his mouth once he had ceased his attempts to scream. “Wh... wha...” he managed, unable to get the full word out.

“I said hi to you earlier.” It said, cheerily watching him as it explained, “it's polite to say hi back.”

Brett said nothing, more out of dumb bewilderment than any desire to appear impolite. The bat nudged itself over, slumping down on the floor beside him, one of its claws clutching at his left arm and its tail somehow having managed to coil around his left leg. The bat sighed to itself, its gestures and expressions unnervingly human despite its appearance.

“They never say hi back...” It lamented, leaning closer to Brett's face and earning a low pitches nervous groan as it did, “Just make dumb ugly noises like that.” It grabbed at Brett's lips with its free claw, “Can this one talk?”

“Wha... stop, stop!” He gasped, trying to back himself away from the creature but hitting his head on his box-spring as he did so. “Please don... please let go...” He muttered, torn between several frantic requests as his mind still puzzled out the outlandish situation he was sitting in. 

“There he is!” The bat exclaimed, its voice a mixture of pride and relief, “Not 'hi' but I'll take it.” It said, launching itself upwards with a flap of its wings, earning a flinch and a gasp from Brett, and thudding softly back down on his bed. Brett stumped up, staring in horror at the creature that lounged against his covers, watching him intently. He eyed the door.

The bed was between him and the door, and the door was closed. The creature had already displayed some pretty impressive speed, and Brett was not overly fond of his chances of escape before the creature caught him, if it even intended to in that situation. The bat blinked at him, as though expecting him to say or do something. His heart was pounding forcefully in his chest, his breathing fast. This was ten times worse than the supposed nightmare he had had earlier. 

“If you're gonna be my human I'll need to teach you some manners..” The bat said, tilting its head to the side as it regarded him, “You look like you don't understand what I'm talking about...” It asked, earning a short nod from Brett, forcing himself not to comment on the intensity of that understatement.  

“I prefer my humans to be polite.” It said, “It's more pleasant that way. See, you're just staring and gasping.” 

Brett felt a moment's dread, “y... your?” He managed to ask, earning a puzzled look from the bat as it continued to make itself comfortable on his bed. “Well yeah.” It said, simply “You belong to me now.”

Brett bolted, not needing any further prompting, and reached to door in record time. He lunged through it, and slammed it behind him and he turned and dashed for his apartment's exit. It took him all of three steps before a blur of movement lashed out in front of him, and he found himself thrown backwards. 

He crashed down painfully onto the floor, the wind knocked out of his lungs, as he tried to scream for help, finding the bat's claws pressed over his mouth once more and he gasped for air through his nose, the creature's weight pressed down on top of his chest again. How had it gotten in front of him so fast? Brett wondered, staring at the lack of amusement in the bat's expression, it had still been in his room when he shut the door...

“From this point forward,” The bat said, speaking slowly and pointedly in such a manner that it had Brett's undivided attention, “You do not leave my presence unless dismissed. Nod if you understand.” It said, Brett nodding vigorously, his eyes wide with fear.

“Now I'm going to explain all that I need to in order for you to get the full extent of our relationship. You can scream for help when I'm done, all my humans do the first time, even when I explain the futility of it.” It said, leaning its face close to Brett's, “My abilities can alter the scale of anyone and anything I touch. I slipped into your apartment through mesh in the open window, I followed you by going under your door. If I wanted to, I could shrink you down to the size of a pebble. I can make you disappear without a trace, so let's make this simple and nothing too bad will have to happen.”

“If you scream, which I know you will, someone will come, and you will find yourself trying to explain that a talking bat is holding you prisoner, and had shrunk down to an imperceptible size.” It leaned closer to him again as it continued, “They usually find that hard to swallow. So get it out of your system, and then when you become the boy who cried wolf to all of your neighbors, we can start having some fun.”

Brett absorbed this silently with wide eyes. The bat had released it's hold on his mouth, and he found himself shouting for help. The bat rolled its eyes, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Brett scrambled to his feet, running for his front door, and tumbling out of it. An older man was standing perplexed in the hall, staring over at him with raised eyes. Brett turned around, scanning his apartment, and realized that without any sign of the bat, everyone would just think he was out of his mind.

He stammered, catching his breath, and waved at the guy staring at him, who shook his head and pushed his way into his apartment. He had to shift over to thoughts of escape. He looked over to the end of the hall, seeing the display over the elevator show that it was approaching. He bolted for it, sprinting down the hall and pressing the down button repeatedly until the doors slid open. 

Brett slipped inside, eyes scanning the hallway and elevator, checking to see if the bat was in pursuit, and the doors slid closed in front of him. Brett released his held breath, feeling the elevator starting a slow descent as he watched the numbers tick down one by one. “You were not dismissed.” A voice said in his ear. 

He spun, looking to his side and finding nothing. “I already told you how this worked.” It said again, and Brett speculated with growing horror that the bat had followed him at a much smaller scale. “Guess I'll have to show you...” It said.

The world lurched. Brett shouted, feeling like he was falling, at the walls around him exploded outwards in rapid motion, the ceiling shooting off high above him, and the bat growing in size beside him. Brett scurried away when the disorienting motion ceased, looking around at the now massive room that contained him. The bat sat nearby, watching him with intense amusement. 

The elevator door opened, two gargantuan people stepping inside, towering above him as high as skyscrapers to his eye. “HELP!!!” He shouted up at them, waving his arms and jumping up and down.  He screamed as loud as he could, willing them to look down and spot him, but nothing happened. The bat chuckled as the elevator began it's climb back up the apartment building. 

“They can't hear you.” It said, as Brett continued to scream himself hoarse, “We're the size of a grain of sand down here.” He ignored the comment, shouting up at the humans in the elevator until his throat started to hurt. The futility of his situation sinking in, took a step back, collapsing to his knees. Even if they had noticed him down here, the bat had too much power over him, he would remain this size until it decided to revert him to normal size. He was at it's mercy.

Brett turned his head to gaze at the creature, who sat calmly beside him, watching his expression intently. Hating his dependence on the beast, he forced himself to make eye contact, hoping his point would get across without him having to grovel. The bat simple grinned wryly to him, pushing itself back up and walking over. It's size shifted a bit as it approached, its body growing at least double in size before planting its foot on top of Brett's leg.

“You're gonna want to hold on.” It said, extending its wings as its feet claws clutched his legs. Brett reached up, planting his palms on the bat's furry shoulders just as it took to the air. Brett felt himself lurch violently through the air, grasping tightly to the bat as it flew through the air. He saw the world around him shift dynamically as they soared, the bat shifting their size time and time again in order to take the most direct route through the apartment building. It took all of three minutes before the world around him seemed to close in, his body expanded back to its normal size as he was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of his bedroom. 

Dazed, he looked around, gauging the size of everything in his room and staring at his own hands to make sure he was not still the size of an ant. A tentative relief flowed through him, kept in check by the fact that the bat still remained in his presence. He wanted to get up and run, but knew the creature would have no issue catching up with him yet again. He felt trapped, unable to effect his own fate. The bat stepped up to him again. “Not running again? You're adjusting faster than my other humans.” It said, its tone casual.

“Y... you don't own me...” Brett managed, his body still shaking, and the comment earned him a genuine smile from the bat. The bat sighed and shook its head, its ears swaying from side to side as it did, its eyes narrowed in some sort of frustrated fondness.

“Human, I have an extremely liberating ability that allows me access to anywhere I wish to go, complete anonymity if I choose to have it, and power over any other living creature I encounter. If I want something, it becomes mine. And I want you. End. Of. Story.” It said, finality in its voice as it tapped his nose with each word at the end. Brett felt the blood drain from his face, chills wracking over his body. He had no means to combat what he had just witnessed, no ideas on how to escape this creature... He was entirely at its mercy.

“There it is...” The bat said, still staring into his eyes, “You understand now. Excellent!” It leaned in close to him, Brett held himself still as the bat's nose brushed up against the side of its neck as it sniffed at him. Brett wanted to whimper, shivering at the sensation before it retreated, hopping back and bouncing on the balls of its feet. It flapped its wings, shifting its size down a bit as it took flight. “Now we can start having fun. Gimme a couple of minutes so I can get some things. Don't leave this room, you hear? I have your scent now, so I can find you.”

Brett only stared as the creature vanished from view yet again. He thought he spotted something the size of a fly dipping under his bedroom door, but it was gone before he could verify whether or not it was the bat. Alone once again, Brett curled himself up in fetal position, too anxious to leave his positions on the floor, and wondering what 'having fun' could possibly entail. Drowsiness hitting him, as he could no longer be sustained on the adrenaline he had felt moments before, he tipped his head down, wondering if sleep would come before the bat returned.

A warm moisture on his forehead jolted Brett awake. He startled, looking up to see the bat's maw open in front of him, its tongue sticking out as it licked his skin. He gasped, backing away, and causing the bat to chuckle fondly at his reaction. It shut its mouth, smacking its lips as it regarded him. Brett could not help but consider that the creature had the ability to shrink his body to bite size and swallow him without a trace. He gulped, pushing those thoughts out of his head as he wiped the bat's drool off of him.

The bat tossed something onto his lap, and Brett looked down. A length of clear plastic tubing, some strips of leather, and a small bottle of scented oil were collected in a drawstring bag. Brett stared down at them, not being able to gauge what their purposes could possibly be. He looked back up at the bat, who had taken a seat across from him and watching his reaction with mischief in his eyes. 

Uncomfortable, Brett lifted the bag, yawning from sleepiness and glancing at the clock. The bat had only been gone for four minutes. He groaned internally, his exhaustion creeping in on him as the bat grabbed the assorted items from his hand. It clawed the bag open, upending it and depositing the contents on the floor between them. Brett took a deep breath, feeling dread creep into him. The bat looked up, twirling the bottle of oil between its claws, and leaped forward. 

Brett felt the creature's palm touch his head, and the disorienting sensation of his body shrinking down came over him once again. The bat grew rapidly in side before him, until its open palm was all that he could see of the creature. He stumbled downwards, swept up in the bat's free claw and felt his body rocket around through the air. He held on to the bat's clawed finger, wind whipping at him as the bat moved around, jumping into the air in such a way that Brett felt like he was on a roller coaster. The movement slowed to a halt, the bat bouncing slightly as its body settled onto Brett's bed. He yelped a bit as the bat dropped him down onto his covers, the blankets cushioning him as he leaned back, gazing at his bedroom from his diminutive stature. 

The bat was not enormous, looming above him like a three story building and holding the jumble of items in front of him. The plastic tube fell down over him, coiling beside him, now the thickness of a drinking glass. A chill came over him as the bat shifted, causing a breeze against his skin, making Brett realize that his clothing had not accompanied him in the shrinking process. Mortified, he covered his nudity with his arms, looking away from the bat, which was currently busing itself doing something with the plastic tube and the leather straps. 

A claw grabbed him again, and the bat's voice rumbled deeply above him. “Arms. Give me your arms.” It said, causing Brett to instinctively pull his arms closer against his body. The bat sighed, it's warm breath washing over him as it did. A shadow drifted over him, and he changed a glance up into the bat's enormous eyes. “Stick your arms out now or I'll eat you.” It said, simply, and Brett found himself complying before it even finished the threat, unwilling to feel its pink tongue against his skin at this scale. “Good, keep them out...”

Brett watched, holding himself still like a statue as the bat started wrapping lengths of cord around his wrists. It had shifted its size down a bit to work with the think bindings, attaching one leather strap to each of his wrists, with the other end of each cord tied to the plastic tubing. Brett tried to assess his situation. With his arms extended out, the end of the plastic tube stayed about inches from his face. He tested the strength of his bindings, and could not get them to budge, though the tightness against his wrists was not as uncomfortable as he had feared it would be. 

The bat had likely done something like this before, he though to himself, not sure whether or not that was comforting. He scanned the scene before him as the bat resumed its normal size, towering high above him. It ran its claws down the length of the plastic tube, looking like it was measuring something in its head. When Brett began to feel his arms pulled along with the tubing, the bat seemed satisfied, severing the tube with its claws such that there was a piece still attached to him about the length of the bat's height. 

The creature dragged him across the blankets, causing Brett to yelp as the strand of tubing pulled at his arms. The motion ceased a moment later, and Brett found himself directly beside the small bottle of scented oil that the bat had stolen earlier, now the size of his entire body. The bat's immense tail curled casually around him as he oriented himself, the creature sitting in place and lifting the bottle of oil into the air. It tipped the bottle over, pointing the nozzle in Brett's direction, and the flowery scent of the substance assaulted Brett's nostrils moments later. 

The warm lubricant washed over his lower half, the scent intense enough to give him a brief sneezing fit, trying in vain to wipe the stuff off of his naked legs. He groaned, the bat seeming pleased as it squirted another dose of oil into its free claw and tossing the bottle out of view. The bat hunched itself up onto its knees, leaning forward such that Brett was directly beneath its belly, the soft fur brushing against his head as arched it's tail up, doing something that Brett was unable to see. 

All the fight gone from him, he remained still, laying on its side as the bat's body pushed against him, accomplishing its task before leaning back up. The bat sprawled out onto its side, reaching over for him with the claw that had not been doused in oil. He felt his body dragged over to the bat's face, it's fur matted from being pressed against his covers. Brett cringed, uncomfortable with being this close to the bat's massive mouth. The creature stuck its tongue out once again, flicking the slimy warm muscle against his forehead. It's breath washed over him again, the tongue emanating heat even when it was not touching him, before it retracted its tongue, smacking its lips as it tilted its head to regard him.

“You're uh... Probably not gonna like this.” The bat said, Brett's heart sinking. It reached over with its other claw, grabbing a length of the plastic tubing and lifting Brett off of the bed, dangling from the end of the tube. Brett watched the bat's body drift by as though he was gazing down at terrain from an airplane. His movement slowed down, causing him to sway back and forth as he dangled from the plastic tube, stopping just above the base of the bat's tail. Horrified, he found himself being lowered just as the bat lifted one of its legs. 

Finding it within him to struggle once again, Brett tugged at the bonds against his wrists, prying them forcefully against apart in a effort to get himself free. He kicked at the air, feeling his body continue to fall until he was placed down on the blanket, wanting to get up and run, but knowing he had a very short leash. He looked to his side, the bat's tail was circled around him, enclosing him in a small space right up against the creature's ass.

Grimacing, Brett turned away, watching the shadow of the bat's leg raising higher, and knowing what he would see if he turned around, but willed himself not to. The bat's other claw slipped down around him, its palm caressing against his side and streaking more of the slick oil against his skin. Brett wanted to run from its touch, but there was nowhere to go around him, and his arms were still bound to the plastic tube. 

The claw closed around Brett's legs, causing him to gasp as he was forced down onto his back, his feet lifted into the air and dragged forward. He kicked, the coating of oil on his legs allowing him to wrench one of them free from the bat's grasp, he lurched with the other as the bat tightened its grip to keep him within its grasp. The other claw came to subdue him, one holding him down while the other got a grip of his slippery legs. He shouted against the effort, pleading with the bat to stop, but he knew it was falling on deaf ears. The claw closed down tightly over his legs again, the one free claw retreating from him and positioning themselves between its bare cheeks. 

Brett couldn't help but see. The bat's exposed crack parted to reveal the darkness beyond it, and the claw that held him was dragging him towards it. Brett screamed, trying as hard as he could to free his legs once again, but the bat had seemingly learned its lesson, and held onto him firmly. Brett watched his fate drawing closer and closer, a sheen on the bat's furry cheeks indicating that this was where it had deposited the remainder of the oil. His feet were pulled off of the ground, leaving his back to drag against the oil-soaked blankets, and placed just at the base of the creature's tail. 

This could not be happening, Brett thought to himself, it was already far too unreal when the bat had shown up, magically changed his size, and declared his ownership of Brett's life. But now? Being dragged up to the creature's arsehole, it was just too much. He felt himself fall silent, soft whimpering exhales reaching his ears, realizing a moment later that they were coming from him. 

An intense warmth touched his toes, and he shouted, realizing that his feet hand been pressed up against the bat's sphincter. He lurched against the bat's claw, looking forward in time to see the creature tighten it's rear, feeling a pressure against his feet tug at him as he watched his own pale skin sucked deeper between the bat's legs. 

His heart hammering painfully in his chest, Brett felt himself panic. Not this... Anything but this... The bat, not caring about his reservations and living true to his word that he was not going to like this, did not cease its slow insertion of Brett's body within its own. The warmth was intense beyond anything, he felt ankles slip through the tight ring of flesh between the bat's cheeks, the flesh beyond was far softer and slicker, engulfing his feet in the slick heat beyond. He tried to kick himself free, but the bat's claw was holding him steady, all he could accomplish was to wriggle his toes against the bat's slimy internals as he was shoved in further.

Brett whimpered, helplessly tugging at the bonds against his wrists as the bat effortlessly slid his oily body deeper into its rectum. He felt tears of terror welling at his eyes, he lurched violently, trying to surprise the bat and yank himself free, but was answered with a forceful shove, the bat's tight anus squeezing against his thighs as a clench slid his genitals within the bat's body. He screamed, the thickest portion of his body now within the bat's sphincter. Each clench of the bat's rear claimed more and more of him, the relentless pressure against his form causing a steady inward force against him. 

The bat released him with its claws, leaving him dangling from between the bat's cheeks. It enormous body lurched slowly back and forth as his body was pulled further and further inside. He felt the bat swaying, noises of enjoyment reaching his ears beyond Brett's wails of fear. The plastic tube was being dragged up just beyond him arms, he lurched his body, trying to push off of the bat's slimy flesh with his feet, but unable to gain any purchase as his feet continued to press deeper into the tight meaty passage. 

The sphincter gripped him around his upper chest, his labored breathing intensifying and releasing the steady pressure against his stomach as the hot muscle relentlessly hugged his naked oil-soaked body. The bat had released its grip on its butt cheeks, the furry flesh pressing down over his face and obstructing his view of the outside world. The flesh pulled at him, dragging his head against the soft fur as his extended arms caused his armpits to cup the exposed flesh of the bat's sphincter. 

Clench after clench dragged him deeper into the bat's body, his chin pulled up against the tight hot flesh, moments away from him being suffocated by the tight hug of flesh.  He sobbed, trying to scream but the pressure against his chest making it impossible to do so. He thrashed, wailing and wriggling against the meat as he was gently tugged in, the kiss of the creature's rear only seconds away from claiming him. He tilted his head upwards, trying to point his face outwards to allow him to breathe, when the bat's claw slid back into view, lifting one of the cheeks in such a way that a glimmer of light reached him.

The bat positioned his arms, claws wiping a little oil against his skin as he saw what it was doing. The bat had placed the end of the plastic tube up near his face, pressing the plastic between his arms in such a way that it would be pulled into its anus just inches away from Brett's face. A powerful force dragged him deep within the bat's sphincter, the flesh clenching around him, squeezing hot oiled flesh against him from all sides, his feet continuing to part the tight passage deeper within the bat. His head was pulled entirely within the bat's rear, the tube that was tied to his arms pulled in right after, and provided him with breathable air despite being completely enclosed inside the beast.

A strange relief washed over him, giving him chills as the endless caress of heat kept working on him. The bat was not going to kill him, he could breathe, the creature had planned this since the beginning. He only had to endure, not that it would be a particularly easy task. The flesh entirely enveloped him, plunging him into nearly pitch darkness, the faint glimmer of light getting through due to the clear plastic tube that barely parted the flesh between him and his only exit. The dark pink flesh slid against the tube, fold after fold streaking against it, and dragging against his ears to cause an endless squelching and slurping. 

He felt his hand pass through the sphincter, the tight muscle pressing his fingers hard against the tube before passing in through to the anus. Heat now engulfed his entire form, plunging him into the intense darkness as he was dragged deeper and deeper into the bat's body. He felt the flesh squirm and squelch against him, bending his body back and forth as the bat appeared to be moving out in the outside world. He felt gravity shift around him as the beast shifted, ending in a positions that seemed to have gravity pull him down into its body even faster, as the endless press against him continued to drag him against the slick flesh. 

Brett took as deep of a breath as he could manage, the tightness against him making it difficult, but the tube was still just barely out of reach of his nose, a small gap between his head and tube allowing for a soft bulge of flesh to press between and threaten to part him from his lifeline. He wriggled himself, pulling at his arms to try and keep himself close to the tube's end. He could no longer detect any light coming in through the tube, he was as engulfed in darkness as he was engulfed in flesh. The severity of his situation displayed through all five of his senses.

Time passed with tedious slowness. Brett whimpered to himself, exhausted from the effort of trying to make sure he was not parted too far from the breathing tube. The ordeal was wearing on him, he felt helpless, he felt used, but the most unsettling was how submissive he felt towards the bat, as though the ordeal has asserted its claim on him. 

The heat was effecting him, sweat beading down his face, adding to the moisture that so wholly covered him. He arched his body, pressing against the flesh that pressed back just as hard, the intense heaviness that weighed on him from every angle was tiring him out to the point of complete exhaustion. The flesh tugged against his skin, but he realized he was not pulled into the bat any farther. The bonds against his wrists tightened, and the edge of the tube slid slightly farther from his face, the invading flesh around his body seeping in between and brushing against his nose. 

Brett felt a moment of panic that he would be pulled deeper, immediately regretting his earlier attempts to free himself from his bonds, fearing that he had weakened them enough for the pull of the flesh to slip them free and send him deeper into the bat with no hope to be salvaged. The tube pulled taut, and Brett concluded that the bat was holding on to the other end, preventing him from being completely lost within its body. 

The tightness around his body intensified, pressing hard against his body and squeezing his legs and arms together, now making it impossible for him to even budge. He moaned, the passage of flesh around him shrinking tight against his skin, realizing that the bat was either shrinking itself or enlarging his body.  The weight against him was beyond anything he had ever felt, he tried to move, unable to do anything but wriggle his fingers and toes. The tight meat against his body felt like it was constricting all the energy from his system. He felt as though he was sipping in breaths, the tube still allowing for a narrow void space between the ring of flesh that had pressed in between him and the lifeline. 

Brett shut his eyes, clenches rippling around him coupled with the occasional caressing pressure from beyond the fleshy walls rocked him, keeping him in constant motion. Exhaustion was slowly claiming him, the minimal supply of air coupled with his lack of sleep over the course of the night was wearing him out, making him have to consciously keep himself from drifting off, but the drive to do so was fading fast. 

He shifted among the tight press of flesh, the tube of the bat's intestines moving along with him, not allowing for even a hair's width of parting from his body. Feeling himself drifting away, be put all his faith in the bat to salvage him when it was done with its twisted 'fun'. He shut his eyes and set himself apart from this ordeal, trying to ignore the heat and endless squelching until he slipped out of consciousness. 

Talin sprawled himself out on the bed. His new human was slid entirely within him, squirming pleasantly within him. He had not gone in easily, making Talin work harder than he usually had to with his humans, but that made it all the more satisfying when he was finally past the point where he could worm his way back out. 

He had pushed this human farther in than he usually did, using as much of the tubing as he was comfortable with before holding it tight and making sure he didn't kink it closed. Wanting a little more out the experience, he channeled his magic into the human, very slowly expanding his size, and feeling him expand within his body. Talin rolled over, laying on his back and curling up to watch a soft bulge just south of his belly expand. He kept it going just a bit, sensing some measure of discomfort before stopping. 

He rubbed his claws over the bulge that his new human made in his body, leaning forward to lick at it, pressing his tongue against the bulge until he was sure that his human could feel it. The human within him shifted a bit, but its liveliness has simmered down as the minutes ticked on, and he seemed to have stopped. The easing of pressure within his body told him that he was still breathing, so Talin kept him inside just a few moments longer. 

He splayed himself out on his new bed, feeling quite satisfied with his new section. All the scouting and studying of nearby humans he had gone through in the search for a viable new candidate had paid off. He quite enjoyed this one.

Sighing to himself, he wrapped the small length of tubing that remained free of his body around his claw, and started the lengthy process of easing his human back out.

Brett woke up with a throbbing headache, and he sat himself up, convinced he had just woken up from a horrifyingly vivid nightmare. When he pushed himself off of the bed enough to realize that he was completely nude and still covered with a thin film of the scented oil, it dawned on him that the ordeal was all too real. He held himself still, heart thudding in his chest, and scanned the room to see if the bat was still here. 

He concluded a moment later that if the bat wanted to remain unseen, it would have issue doing so. He sat himself up, shivering at both the cold and the fear of what he had just undergone. His wrists were sore from the bindings, but the bat appeared to have untied them before leaving him on the bed. 

Grateful that he was his own normal size, he stood up, looking around him to see if the bat was still here. “Uh... bat?” He asked, listening for any response, and upon hearing nothing, he approached the door. A note was pinned right at eye level, he reached for it, finding that the bat had left a message for him. Feeling himself tremble with nerves, he scanned the four simple words that had been left for him.

“Until next time. Dismissed.”