title: Pred to Pred aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Ropistike] id: [48382706] date: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 9:37:46 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 10:21:02 晚上

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Pred to Pred

Author: Ropistike Source: Pred to Pred (CV Story)

“You see… I’ve got a date tonight…”

The voice booms with an almost deafening volume. You flinch, ears twitching involuntarily as you bring your arms up to your face, heart racing from what took place only moments before.

“And I’ve really been hitting it off with this guy…”

You catch your breath, or at least try to, and rapidly blink your eyes. Your vision is still swimming, all the shapes and shadows around you blurring together as you adjust to whatever happened after he had activated that… that -thing-.... What was it? What did it do to you?

“So I want it to go well… especially after the movie, when we meet back at his place… and that’s where you come in.”

His voice took on a new note at that, and it finally prompts you to look… up… and up… and up.

Flynn sits before you, his form towering over you like a colossus to your eyes. The little blue gadget he had been -showing- you was discarded off to the side. Your eyes are drawn to it, vividly remembering the moment that the otter/dragon creature had held it up and pointed it directly at you. There was an intense flash of light… a feeling of dizziness… and then…

You… you were shrunk.

And beyond that, it’s difficult to maintain eye contact with Flynn. Not just because his eyes are several stories above you, but because he’s fully nude. He sits on the bed, hunching over with his legs circling around you. A glance behind you shows off his paws, toes curled inward a bit to close the gap, leaving you surrounded.

He was hard. His cock points up straight, balls laying slumped on the covers right in front of you, a lighter shade of brown than the darker fur that decorated most of his body. The size was almost beyond your comprehension, looking as though it’s three times longer than your whole body at least, each ball hanging down like a large bean bag chair. There was… something about Flynn’s position, hunched forward, as though he’s intentionally pointing his cock right at you. He leans down a bit more, waiting for you to look up at his bespectacled eyes before he continues.

“And I want to make sure I’m all… fueled up, you see.” He said, punctuating that with a quick and subtle bounce to his cock. A paw descends down between his legs, making you flinch a bit as you had not noticed it was heading towards you. You back away a few steps, feeling yourself make contact with the warmth of his footpaw before the hand swiftly scoops you into his grip.

You whimper to yourself, heat creeping across your face as an intense blush makes itself known. The otter dragon gives you a little squeeze, a motion that feels soft and gentle but also serves as a reminder of JUST how varied in size you two had become. You easily fit into Flynn’s hand, such that if he tried, he could likely fully enclose you into his fist. Your heart thumps in your chest, your arms and legs pressed together by his gigantic force, but he barely lifts you up off the sheets.

Instead you find yourself hovering only around belly-level, the slight pudge to Flynn’s figure sagging down against the top of his dick. With his other hand he grips the shaft, sucking in his breath as he tilts it up, the tip pointing directly at your freely dangling feet.

Knowing what was coming next, you slowly look up to meet Flynn’s eyes, immediately noticing the small glint of excitement behind them.

“Sorry for the rush, but I gotta get ready to go in half an hour.” He said, using one finger to spread the hole of his cock very slightly open, a bead of pre starting to drip down. “And you’ll need some time to stew…”

Without any further preamble, Flynn was in motion. You feel yourself move slightly before something warm and sticky slips over your toes, making you look down in time to see Flynn spreading some of that natural lube over your lower body. Heart racing even more, you shift and squirm in Flynn’s grip, making the otter dragon chuckle to himself as, a moment later, you can feel that warmth intensify.

Another glance down treats you to the sight of your own legs slipping inside of Flynn’s cock. The pulsing member easily starts accepting your body inside it as Flynn sucks in his breath. You continue to blush, almost trembling in the giant’s grip as the sheer power and control he has over you sinks in. An undeniable note of pleasure escapes his lips, a tone that does not slow down the rate at which he eases you down within him.

Your heart races, thumping so hard in your chest you’re positive Flynn can feel it as well. The cock slurps silently at your body, with any attempt to part your legs thwarted by the tight grip of flesh around you. The strength in that pressure surprised you, and the further in you were pushed, the harder Flynn’s cock squeezed back.

You hear an involuntary whine escape your lips as your breath heaves in and out, looking up at Flynn to find him with his eyes closed, mouth hanging open. He appears so overwhelmed with bliss that there seems to be no chance you would get his attention. What felt almost like a clench sent tremors down your back, as the slick walls beneath you continued to part and accept your body.

Up to your waist, you feel Flynn’s grip shifting, his fingers now clasping your upper chest to make room for your waist to disappear. The grip obscures your vision, leaving you only the remaining senses to experience what was happening around you. The heat, the sliminess of the fleshy walls, pressing your body together as the faint scent of Flynn’s musk reaches your nostrils. The sensation is completely overwhelming, as your body slowly but surely gets swallowed up in full. Any doubts you held about Flynn’s ability to completely engulf you are gone, and you start to realize that ending up trapped inside his balls is a certainty.

The grip of flesh continues to climb you, the slick pressure clinging to your chest, finally high up enough that Flynn completely lets go. The sudden release makes you slip down a little further, yelping quietly as your arms flail to press against the head of his cock, slowing your descent. You look up, meeting his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the pleasure in his gaze as you tremble in place, barely managing to keep yourself up. The pressure against your arms being the only thing keeping you from slipping down completely, gravity and flesh battle to pull you in.

Flynn watches you for a few moments, breathing in deeply as he slides his paw gently up and down his shaft. You feel the stroking of his hand through the warm flesh, breathing in shuddered breaths as it takes nearly all of your effort to keep holding on. Knowing what was coming, you blush even more intensely, trembling from the exertion in your muscles. The paw doesn’t push you in, opting instead to pry at your arms, grasping each of them with a pinch of his fingers and holding them up. Your body slides in deeper, Flynn simply letting gravity run its course, before a faint whisper reaches your ears.

“Goodbye…”

Flynn lets go.

Before you even have a chance to think about grabbing the head of his cock once more, the point of no return had been reached. Darkness immediately cloaks your vision, the cock completely engulfing your body with a speed you were not expecting. Your arms flail back out in the open air, slurped in soon afterwards and leaving you sliding down… down…. down….

The trip through the narrow slimy tube doesn’t last more than a few seconds. Your feet encounter a small section of firmer-feeling flesh, slightly halting your descent for a brief moment before opening up to claim you. Your body slides faster, spilling down into the sweltering chamber that had been waiting for you.

The fluid within was viscous, slimy and clingy. You stew in the darkness for a few moments as you come to your senses, overwhelmed by what just happened. It slowly dawns on you as you feel around, fingers sliding against hot flesh coated with slime…

Coated… with……. cum…

You squirm a bit, the motion involuntary, as you grow accustomed to your new surroundings. The cum was sticky and slick at once, pooling around your body and clinging to any part of you that rises above the surface. You breathe in, your nostrils detecting nothing but Flynn’s scent, just hammering home how completely he has claimed you as his own. There was nowhere you could reach or touch without it being… Flynn. His body had become your whole world. His -balls- had become your whole world. You squirm around, trying to feel against the slimy walls for the way back out.

A particularly forceful stretch of your legs made the world around you spasm. Flynn’s distant muffled voice faintly reaches your ears. You couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but from the tone of voice it sounded as if he was enjoying you. The rocking motion shakes your world, causing your head to fall beneath the surface of cum, something you had thus far avoided.

Breaking back up over the surface proves to be more difficult than you were expecting. The concept of up and down felt off in this humid darkness. Flynn’s ball was so cramped and filled with viscous cum that gravity felt confused. Eventually you feel your body hanging down a bit enough to orient yourself and sit back up. You wipe the cum off your face as best you can before you’re able to breathe in again, the scent of Flynn’s sex almost overwhelming to your senses. The deeper you breathe, the harder you are battered by the intensity of it all.

The sack of flesh sags down as Flynn slows his movements. The whole chamber feels like it's swaying, the cum almost rising and falling against your naked body as Flynn takes step after step out in the open world, carrying you along for the ride. It’s nearly impossible to tell what exactly he’s doing from your current position. You can subtly sense the movement, the motion of his legs when he walks, the shifting of pressure when he sits down…

“Time to go… Try not to squirm -too- much in there… I’d rather not get rock hard at the theater before your big moment… comes…”

You tremble in place, overwhelmed by your surroundings as you try to make sense of what you heard. Flynn’s body shifts again, as he probably had to lean over in order for you to hear him speak so clearly, and you feel yourself start to sway once more. The sound of rustling outside the fleshy walls draws your attention, and not a second later the pressure around you compresses. The muffled sound of a zipper reaches you, sounding just out of reach, before the rustling stops.

This new added pressure does not relent. With barely any space above the surface of cum, you squirm, trying to push at the walls to make more room but not getting any luck. You settle yourself down, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down, but the inescapable scent of cum makes that difficult. Your tiny mind is overloaded with sensation, the foreign environment, the heat, the endless darkness… it was like nothing you had ever experienced before, and it was dawning on you that this was not, in fact, a dream.

You slow your movements, trying to calm yourself down as you slosh in the pool of cum. You slide your hands along the dark fleshy walls beneath the surface. The warmth between your fingers as you press your hand into the flesh causes a tingle to shoot down your spine. The realization hits you again and again, that you’ve been completely claimed, that you really were stuck inside one of his balls.

You feel movement again, Flynn once more going about his business in the outside world. Carried along for the ride, there's not much you can do besides whimper while your body soaks and marinades. In the distance you hear the sound of a car door, followed soon by the sensation of acceleration.

He’s driving off to his date now... the date that prompted this whole ordeal for you. Your mind wanders, wondering what could possibly be in your future as you're constantly distracted by the present. Squirming inside the tight musky prison you're trapped in makes it difficult to focus on much of anything else. Flynn had become your whole world, flesh cradling you from every angle, kneading against your body and making sure you remained nearly engulfed in his cum.

Trying to judge the passage of time was impossible. No matter where you look or what you do, you’re unable to tell if only a few minutes had passed or if it had been hours. Flynn had started moving around again at some point, and some new sounds were reaching you through the muffled flesh and fabric where you curl up, contained.

You hear voices, distant ones, but unmistakably there. You bring up the energy to move around again, squirming in the fleshy prison and making as much noise as you can, trying to get anyone’s attention. Flynn’s body responds to your movements, a lurch and a heave making your body sway before he presses his legs together. The pressure intensifies for a moment before releasing, the otter/dragon continuing his walk without much of a pause. The message was clear, “Stop squirming.” You whimper but comply with the wordless order, curling up in your pool of cum as the world passes by out of your reach.

At some point the movie began. The sounds of idle chatter drowned out by a loud cinematic production. You idly try to tell what’s playing, but the environment you remain trapped in makes that impossible. Flynn mostly remains still, enjoying his movie while his prisoner marinates between his legs.

The movie feels as though it is the longest film ever made, and you have no idea how much time has actually gone by. You feel restless, trying to stretch out your legs but not being able to stabilize your body enough to do so. A paw presses in against you, the sudden force making you flinch as the fleshy walls start kneading against your body. You whine, crammed down in the darkness while fingers as thick as your body rub at you through the fleshy walls.

Was this Flynn trying to get you to stop moving? Was he just having fun with you? There was no way to tell. You curl your body up tight, knees pressed to your chest as the flesh glides against you, the cum level rising and falling as the shape of your prison shifts from the pressure. Enduring is all you can do, there is simply no way out of here, you’re stuck. Trapped. Contained…

There was no telling how long it had been. Time was meaningless, the sounds out beyond all felt like they were bleeding together. Were the muffled voices from the movie? From Flynn and his date? From other people around them? Were you even still hearing any conversation at all?

The overstimulation leaves you almost delirious. Drifting in the darkness, the musky, slimy sauna that relentlessly grips tight to your body. It feels endless, like you can barely remember what life was even like before you had been swallowed by Flynn’s cock. Would you be stuck in here forever? Would your body melt? Becoming one with the cum that greedily clung to your every inch?

A sudden noise makes you jump, your eyes blinking wildly before remembering the darkness was to be expected. Had you dozed off somehow? The movement of Flynn’s body was much more noticeable now than it had been before, and the noise level in general had gone down. Voices speak out above you, two distinct ones, but it’s all too far away for you to make out what was being said.

Flynn’s voice is easily recognizable, and while you can’t hear what he’s saying, you can certainly detect the flirty tone it carries. His date giggles, sounding much further away even though logic tells you he must still be nearby. You try to stretch your body out again, pushing against the walls and squirming fruitlessly. You’re no match for the slick flesh, and quickly find yourself curling up once again, whining to yourself as you hear Flynn chuckle in response.

“Someone was pretty lively in there during the movie huh?”

The voice makes you jump, head turning in every direction to try and gauge where it came from. The words did not belong to Flynn, as the responding laugh still sounded farther away. Whoever his date was must be much closer now…. Talking directly to you.

“It’s almost like you were -trying- to make him rock hard, huh?” He said, a soft pressure crading against you as the rumbling voice reaches your ears. The sensation of a huge paw fondling Flynn’s balls makes your living prison shift and squirm. You push at the wall, trying to raise your own voice to an audible level but clearly not succeeding. The combination of your size, predicament, and exhaustion makes the effort fall flat, and you decide to simply hold as still as you can.

“Well, now’s your time to shine then…”

His voice trails off, it’s hard to tell what was going on from where you are, but the rustle of fabric again reaches your ears. Flynn had taken off his pants. You tremble, now realizing that this was the moment that had prompted Flynn to send you into his balls in the first place. Your heart starts to beat faster, renewed energy making you squirm once again, a motion that prompts some delighted moans from Flynn.

Flynn slumps down, leaving you with the sensation of falling for a short amount of time before cum sloshes around you. Having just sat down, the gentle swaying from his balls came to a stop, a motion you had not fully noticed until it was gone. You could hear gasping above you, Flynn’s body moving only slightly for a few moments before everything goes still.

“Ready?”

The voice asked. You fall quiet, not knowing whether he’s talking to you or to Flynn, but it doesn't matter for long. A slow and deliberate rocking motion starts to take over, with Flynn’s body easing forward and backward at a steady rhythm. His boyfriend stops talking, but you can still hear notes of his voice, just… muffled. Muffled and much closer than it had been before.

The motion started slow, but gradually grew into a repetitive thrustin, heaving forward about twice every second. Flynn’s balls shake intensely, making you slosh about within the cramped quarters. Cum practically splashes into you, covering you in Flynn’s hot seed as he keeps up the activity. You hear them both moaning now, one voice much closer than the other, as though his mouth was only just outside the soft wall of flesh that cradles you.

The effort that goes into trying to steady yourself within this cacophony is beyond tiring. Your muscles ache, you draw in deeper and deeper breaths, the inescapable scent of Flynn’s cum still heavy in the air available to you. It is all you can do to keep your head above the thick fluid, enduring the heaving motions one at a time and wondering just how long these two could keep this up.

You had long since lost count of the seconds before anything seems to change. A sudden clench of the walls presses in on you, forcing your head beneath the surface of the cum as everything begins to feel like it’s squeezing you. You whimper, muffled noises lost in the sea that surrounds you. The thrusts start to slow down, Flynn leaving more and more time between each push, before your world is overcome with sudden motion.

The clenches of the flesh around you press tight, leaving your body with nowhere to go but up. The motion was subtle at first, as your body was pressed back through the small opening you had slipped through earlier in the day. Once your body starts moving you pick up speed fast, sliding rapidly up the fleshy tube, propelled by cum, until you’re launched from Flynn’s cock at the same time that he lets out a blissful moan.

You collide fast with something soft, too delirious from the sudden light and motion to understand what you’re looking at. Cum continues to pump down on top of you, keeping you coated in that familiar warmth and scent as before… Though something was definitely different.

It takes you a few blinks before you’re able to parse the view before you. Panting and covered in cum, you look up, arms and legs trembling as you try to push yourself up to your knees. Flynn smiles down towards you, towering way up high and breathing deeply, his glistening cock throbbing slightly just out of reach.

Your view, however, appears to be framed by sharp teeth. It’s only then that you realize where you are. A soft tongue holds you up, thick white fluid pooling in the center and dribbling down behind you. You take a short glance into that infinite darkness, soft pink flesh funneling down into oblivion. You look back up, staring wide-eyed at Flynn as he leans down on his haunches.

“Swallow.” He says, simply.

Without a moment of hesitation your view is sealed off in darkness. The teeth snap shut, the head gets tossed back, and you find yourself squeaking in shock as Flynn’s boyfriend obediently swallows his mouthful whole.

The somewhat familiar sensation of flesh pressing in against your body is repeated. The tongue practically dunking you down the man’s throat, leaving you sliding rapidly, lubricated by Flynn’s cum. It must have only lasted a few seconds, because before you can even fully comprehend what had just happened to you, you find yourself slipping down into the swelteringly hot stomach below.

You splash, falling a short distance into the juices pooling at the bottom of his gut. You look upwards, blinking in the darkness to try and see the way you had slipped in, only for a steady dribble of cum and saliva to splatter against your head. The slime collects around you, leaving you to push and tread through the viscous mess until your hand falls against the steamy hot walls.

Maintaining balance in this environment is impossible, as even the slightest motion knocks you onto your back, splashing down into the mixture of acid and cum and keeping your body as slick and slippery as it could possibly be. You whimper, dragging in as much air as you can as your exhaustion starts taking over.

Distant muffled slapping against the fleshy walls reverberate around you as either Flynn or his boyfriend acknowledges your new home. You can hear their voices beyond the layers of flesh and fat, but they were not nearly as clear as they had been when you were trapped in Flynn’s balls. The extra layers of padding keeps the sounds of the outside world away from you. The heat on the other hand, was amplified tenfold.

After spending the better part of a day stewing inside of Flynn, you were not prepared for an even hotter fleshy environment. The stomach churns from every direction, fluids hoping to claim you clinging to your form as groaning and gurgling echo wetly through the intense air. Overwhelmed, you slump down, sitting deep in the stew of fluids such that only your head pokes above the surface.

You lean against the sloping walls, trying to hold yourself still with your feet as they endlessly slip against the soft walls, making you need to adjust your position every few seconds to stay afloat. The stomach sloshes, endless movement around you pressing against your body, working on you and giving you no opportunity to relax.

Claimed for the second time this day…. The thought was brief, as the exhaustion was near impossible to ignore. The croaking and gurgling starts to feel more and more like white noise with each passing second. You let your eyes slide shut. You let your body slide where it lay, jostling wherever the stomach walls want you, before the fogginess in your mind takes over.