title: The Size Guzzler aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Tyleb] id: [48475828] date: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 5:16:38 下午 modified: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 5:18:53 下午

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The Size Guzzler

Author: Tyleb Source: The Size Guzzler

Synopsis: Your friend heard about the best place no one ever goes to. You show up only to get stood up, yet again. What's so special about this place? This... Size Devil's club?

The club stands between a pair of decommissioned freighters, their mechanical guts having long been spilled and looted. Their empty carcasses now hosted to a myriad of shops and eating holes. Your eyes catch the flickering neon light. You recognize the logo through the smoke rising from sketchy food stands. The smell of boiling noodles and questionable meat has the courtesy of hiding the old hangar smells of rust and rot. You make out the name “Size Devil’s” printed on the side of the structure. The neon has the shape of an imp, devil tail coiled around what looks like a small creature. Your friend had seem pretty excited about this place, and frankly you’re starting to question his judgment. You swipe horizontally above your wrist, causing colorful boxes of text to digitize themselves into existence. The user interface displays Stuart’s last message to you.

<Meet me at the Size Devil’s club down in the lower sectors. It doesn’t look like much but trust me, the less you know the better. You’re going to fucking love it!>

BLEEP

A new message appears just as you’re about to swipe the user interface away.

<Heeeya bud! Sorry but I’m going to be running late. You know how it is with work these days. Go ahead and start without me! I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Have fun!>

You swat the interface away, more annoyed than mad. Stu had been working hard lately. Times are harsh, you understood that. Would it kill him to say no just once, though? He had a habit of canceling last minute, what if he stood you up again? You brush the intrusive thoughts away, forcing one foot in front of the other towards the club’s entrance. The sound of sizzling mystery meats and shouting merchants fades as you walk through the metal airlock, the club’s synthetic beats replacing them as you walk down the belly of the beast. The end of the corridor is lit with blues and purples, a fine mist swirling in the air. The heavy street smells are gone, replaced by the fabricated atmosphere of a ship’s air recyclers.

The oddly shaped corridor opens up above your head, revealing a large room with high ceilings. It looks like nothing you’ve ever seen on the station. The architecture is soft and organic. No wall is straight. Wavy pillars sprout from the ground like funky, plastic trunks. The trees had amber colored bulbs attached to them, lighting the room to make it look like an alien forest. You recognize a bar sitting in the center of the room. A pair of long, mangled ears stick from behind the counter, it’s bartender’s head barely poking from behind. You start walking towards it, finally noticing the club’s patrons sitting in the dim ambiance. It seems mostly empty, a few couples sitting closely in some booths while a few loners quietly sip a drink at the counter. The other side of the room looked like it had an elevated stage with some poles sticking out of it. At least that part is a bit more crowded, reassuring you that you are indeed in a night club, and not a smuggler’s den you accidentally strolled into.

“Ahem.” You clear your throat as you approach the counter.

The pair of ears perk up, twisting in the air before moving off to the side. You can here the creature’s footsteps as they step up on something, revealing a long eared imp with a fiery orange mohawk. He gives you an inquisitive glance before smirking slightly.

“Lost or just… thirsty?” The imp’s smirk stretches into a grin. The way he emphasized the latter gives you pause.

“Maybe both?” You admit. It had been a long walk getting here. “I was supposed to meet someone but… they won’t make it just yet. We had a reservation. Under Stuart?”

“Stu?” The imp smiles, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah I know the guy, so you’re one of his buds eh?” His eyes sweep up and down, nodding in approval. “Stu’s a good regular, always glad to meet more of his… friends.”

You feel a lump in your throat. A regular? The two of you had been fooling around for a while, nothing serious. What did it matter if he came here often?

He continues. “Boy’s got ya a suite upstairs in the Decagon, just take the lift, turn right at the quiet lounge and then-” He stops himself. “Nevermind, new guy, its better if I just show ya.”

Syn hops over the counter and lands right in front of you. His tail swishes, coiling around your wrist and pulling you along as he waddles towards the back of the room. You do your best to keep up as you’re dragged between some tables. The stage is starting to light up, a pair of imps walking on stage. You notice the glass pane that constitutes the floor they’re walking on, small lounges with movement in them. You’d just assume it was some kind of lighting, but it seemed like there were a bunch of micros in them. As you walk close to one of the curvy pillars, you notice more tiny lounges inside of them. The same patterns are on the walls, the oval shaped pods all filled with tiny patrons… You start to realize the club isn’t as empty as you thought.

The imp drags you up a flight of stairs and through a series of almost identically looking corridors. It opens up on a larger room, one that isn’t as big as the previous one. Your mouth gapes open for a bit as you get a good look at what must have been the observation lounge. The massive window gave an impressive vista of the moon’s largest crater. You could see the gas planet you were orbiting above, casting its purplish light to create what you’d always known to be daytime. The pit of the crater was pitch black save for bright fusion trails. Traveling ships constantly made their way through the moon’s inner canals. Syn’s tail tightens as he plows ahead, snatching your attention back to the club’s dark corridors.

He stops in his tracks and turns to face a dark gray wall, waving a hand upwards. A digital panel whizzes and beeps on the surface, a previously invisible door sliding up with a swish. You follow him inside the small room filled only with a two seater couch and end tables on both sides. The only light in the room came from the window on the opposite wall, a small stage within that can’t hold much more than two performers. There isn’t much in there besides some pillows, plus the ground seems to be made entirely of one large mattress. Mirrors are lined up inside the room, nine in total. You assume there are other rooms much like yours behind them. This must have been the aptly named Decagon.

“Voilà!” Syn exclaims. “I’ll let Stu know you’re up here when he shows up with that lazy ass of his. In the meantime, enjoy the show!” He storms out the door before stopping in his tracks, turning. “About that thirst, say, want anything to drink?”

“I’ll have a mojito, if you got some.”

“Aye, a man o’ taste!” He grins wide. “I’ll send the lad up in no time.” He winks and waves at the panel again, the door sliding down and locking with a thump.

You let yourself fall on the couch, sinking in the soft cushion in relief. Stuart never said what was so special about this place. It’s definitely unique, you could give him that. Your mind goes back to the first room. It’s odd, you’d never seen a club that accommodated micros before. You wondered how they even got in. You hadn’t seen any skitter on the floor, not to mention there were no tiny doors to get into the pods you saw.

The lights dim and a pair of imps strut up on stage. One was muscular and bald, line markings covering his exposed skin. They guide your eyes to his well defined back, all the way down to a pair of plump butt cheeks. His skin was light with a bluish tinge, eyes a deep lilac above a large rounded noses. He was shorter than the other by almost a head with thick ears that might be considered short by an imp’s standard. The second one was lanky. His ears flopped and fell over his small shoulders. His hair was a green so bright it might as well be fluorescent. He brushed them backwards, a thick strand flowing down on his face. His abs were perfectly chiseled, drawing your eyes to the impressive length that swung under them. He had a small boxy nose, making him rather devilish looking. His iris were a warm golden hue, fixated on his partner as he lay down on the cushions at their feet. That’s when you notice them, small humanoids lounging on even tinier cushions.

Your pants feel uncomfortably tight at the sight. You and Stuart had been looking into this kind of stuff. Size play was all the two of you had talked about lately. This would be as close as living out your fantasies, unless you wanted to spend the rest of your life as an inch tall human skittering around a space station. Hell no to that.

A particularly excited micro is hopping up and down in the center of the area when something bleeps at the corner of the window. A screen digitizes in the corner and starts displaying footage. You recognize the stage floor and a pair of massive four digit feet planted central to its view. Not an incorrect amount of toes for an imp. No fucking way. The micro is broadcasting his viewpoint! He looks up, slowly admiring the green haired imp’s lithe body and their titanic looking cock. Your own twitches so hard inside your pants it hurts. You lay back and unzip in the hopes to release some tension, exposing the pitched tent in your boxers.

Without warning, the lanky one grabs his micro with a swish of is tail. Coiled up, the small human is lifted upwards until his head presses into the soft lump of foreskin. The viewscreen shows the imp’s limp cock up close. The micro’s hands waste no time in embracing the loose skin. The tail uncoils to let the little guy sit on the flat, triangle shaped end. His hands are reaching inside, prying the heavy folds apart to reveal a glistening slit. The camera wastes no time pushing forward, its handler licking and massaging the imp’s cock head.

Fuck. Taking your eyes off the viewscreen you notice the shortsacks are both getting hard. The green haired imp plucks the micro by the legs with one hand while stretching his foreskin with the other. He stuffs him in under the musky flesh, pinching the wrinkled rim of the skin closed. The micro’s viewpoint is blanketed in soft, red light. He’s clearly enjoying himself, writhing inside his slick prison.

The bald imp with the stripes walks forwards on his knees, prodding at the wriggling lump on his partner’s cock. His stubby fingers work their way around, deftly stroking the taller imp’s shaft. The skin slowly peels back as he gets more erect, revealing the musky little cock rider beneath.

The excitable little guy climbs his way behind the imp’s glans, holding it like a rider would hold a saddle. The imps look at one another and nod. The shorter one that was already on his knees crept even closer. The other imp widened his stance, hands on his hips with the cock riding cowboy still riding vigorously. His viewpoint camera showed the imp’s purple eyes locked onto him, smiling while wetting his lips with a glistening red tongue. The view keeps creeping closer and closer until the bald imp’s lips fill the entire screen. He opens his mouth slowly, letting you take in the glorious details. Strands of saliva stretching and breaking, a glistening red tongue disappearing in a dark pit. The imp’s distinctive sharp teeth guarding the warm, damp room behind them.

The floppy eared imp stayed still as the other one took a step forward, shoving the tiny rider into his mouth.

You hear the door buzz behind you. You almost jump in your seat, someone is coming in! You cross your legs in a sad attempt to guard your tense little cock tent. The server has a platter In his hands with a drink on top. Oh right, I forgot about that. The server waddles in, no more than four feet tall with an imp’s customary pointed tail. You’re starting to wonder if the staff is made exclusively of the devious buggers. He’s slightly muscular at the shoulders and chest, a rounded gut sticking out under a a sleeveless vest. His ears were the largest you’d ever seen, holding themselves upright despite their size. One side of his head was shaved saved for two fuzzy strips, while the right had long hair flowing all the way to his jaw. It was a deep blue with a slight purple sheen. A pair of intense blue irises stare back at you.

“On mojito coming up!” He grins, revealing a pair of flat buck teeth surrounded by razor sharp ivory. He stops to turn at the stage and whistles. “Ziggy and Strix are warmed up I see.” The imp remarks as he walk around the couch and hops in the spot next to you. You figure he’s the ask forgiveness type of guy. The imp leans in and points at the tall one with floppy ears. He’s rocking his waist around, tongue sticking out with both arms on his hips. “Zig’s your guy if you ever need to have your guts re-arranged. That boy can make you back that ass like no one else.” The hair on your arms tingle as he shuffles closer.

“Th- That sounds nice.” You manage to say, feeling the pitched tent strain under your crossed leg.

He smiles gently, pointing at the other imp in the room. The shorter guy looked utterly content, eyes close with two hands placed on his partners rump. “That only leaves Strix here. He loves bringing lil’ guys to his workouts. Gives em’ a great view of that sweaty rump once he’s done.”

He leans over you to place the drink on the end table, bringing his face in until you’re close enough to see the freckles on his nose. “Syn’s my favorite though. I love me a man that can shake a mean drink, but don’t let him know that though, he’s got a big enough head as it is.” He winks, his eyes looking down at your crossed legs and giving his lower lip a small bite. “Say… Need help with that?”

You blink once, then twice. “With that?” You repeat without thinking, feeling heat rising up to your face.

“Yeeeah.” His hand comes pressing against your leg with a confident push, sliding off the couch and between your legs. “With that.” He points, touching. Your crotch tent has a growing dark spot at the tip. His fingertip circles around the tense fabric, slowly closing in until his index brushes up and around the sensitive peak.

The imp is short enough that you can still see the show going on stage. Ziggy, the lanky one, is grabbing Strix by the ears and ramming himself inside his mouth. The tiny guy is holding on to dear life, his viewscreen displaying a chaotic maelstrom of glistening flesh in the darkness.

The server’s hair hangs the side, strands curving over his a cute, round nose. He’s got a cocky smile and eyes to match. The imp is still circling around your cock with his stubby fingers, knowing full well he’s got you in his thrall. You feel yourself produce a nervous nod, your body acting on its own. He’s nodding back, a devious smile stretching from ear to ear. “Just relax and enjoy my imps work. Don’t you mind little old me.”

The four fingered rascal runs his hands around your waists and pulls your pants down in one pull. Your cock springs up, already twitching with pre. He slowly drops to his knees, eyes locked on yours.

“I’m Tyleb, by the way. Nice to eat ya.” His maw opens wide, a large red tongue unrolls and presses at the base of your shaft. You suppress the urge to jolt right there and then, slick warmth running upwards. The soft tongue travels slowly, following the trail of cum dripping from your oozing slit. Something growls, the blurple haired imp winces and cracks a little smirk. He gives his belly a pat followed by a playful rub.

“Careful there. I might have to eat ya all up if you keep tasting so good.” The tail end of his words trail off into a low, almost threatening whisper. His head drops down again, soft lips sealing around your shaft, engulfing it whole. You breathe out in an attempt to relax, spreading your legs to give the shortstack more real estate.

“I mean, why not?” You joke. Besides, you thought, you had no plan to downsize any time soon. What was the harm of playing along?

His bright blue eyes shoot up. You feel his mouth smile around your dick. He winks. Four stubby fingers extend into your pubes, kneading your crotch before sliding down and grabbing the inside of your thighs. His expression was one of hunger, excess drool running down your balls. The imp pulls back and wets his lips, hovering his face over your spit laden cock. You feel his warm breath over it, hovering like a predator in wait.

Your attention snaps back to the pair of imps outside the window. Strix’s muscular forearms wrap around his partner, hands digging into his firm cheeks. He pulls, hard. The taller imp loses his balance, swiftly grabbing his friend’s smooth head. You can hear the subtle gluck as he rams ball deep into his face. The shortstack doesn’t let go, nose dug into the thick patch of green pubes, gulping and flexing his bulging throat around his prize. Ziggy grabs hold of his ears, kneading and pulling as he starts thrusting again.

The micro’s viewscreen is hard to read. Light seeps through the imp’s jowls, flooding the inside of his maw with dim, red light. The underside of Ziggy’s cock is grinding on top of him, giant sharp teeth lined up on each side. The shrunken man can’t do anything but hold still, slowly dragged deeper to the back. The already dim light fades as the “glorps” of Strix’s constant swallowing intensify. The bald imp presses his lips around the throbbing shaft in his mouth and pulls. Ziggy’s dick audibly pops out, leaving nothing but a strand of drool stretching between Strix’s lips and his tip. The little cock rider was gone.

Your chest stings, heart skipping a beat. Did he just!?

Slick warmth slides over your cock’s head. Tyleb steals your attention back, his tongue pressing under your foreskin, running it around. Your balls jolt, warm fingers playfully slipping under them. His other hand strokes the base of your shaft, lubed up by the stream of your own pre. You cock is throbbing so hard it hurts. You should have unloaded by now but your body is in denial. It felt electrified. Out of control. The imp’s hands feel so big…

The long strands of blue hair hang over his face, starting at you with electrified eyes. You could swear they were getting brighter. His tongue presses forward under your foreskin, wiggling and stretching it until you feel yourself wince. His ears wiggle forward and you catch him winking again. You instinctively grab hold of them, the caramel colored skin warm to the touch. Were they always so big, too?

You feel your fingers tighten, stroking the upper ridge of the rascal’s ears. You grip hard and pull even harder. Heat spills over your abdomen, thrusting your hips, shoving the full length of your cock inside the imp’s hot, wet maw.

Slop, flop, flop, slop.

The micro’s viewscreeen brightens up. He’s barely holding on, arms shaking as they hold on to the back of the Strix’s tongue. His maw is wide open, the tip of Ziggy’s cock sitting on the edge of his pointed teeth. Small spurts of cum shoot on the imp’s cupped tongue. The white goo slimes down towards the miniature man as the tongue waves and rolls. It comes splashing over the screen, covering the micro’s arms and face. He’s starting to slip. The tongue starts sliding back and forth, making circles around the tense shaft. More and more cum spurts out, threatening to wash away the little morsel.

The shortstack’s damp breath envelops your entire midsection. Wet heat slimes its way under your ball, the tip of his tongue prodding your taint. That reach… It runs back and forth. He’s taking his sweet time, exploring every nook and fold of your sack. You were amazed how big his mouth could feel for such a short guy. Tyleb’s eyes are still fixed on yours, devouring you with his stare. The glow in his eye’s is unmistakable, you weren’t imagining it. Your arms are still stroking back and forth along his ears. Even with your arms fully extended you can’t seem to reach their tip. They’d looked pretty big when you met him but now… They might as well wrap you like a blanket.

It starts to click. The room hadn’t felt right. You could tell from the corner of your eye that something was bothering you. The sofa could fit twice as many guys your size as when you walked in. It clicks.

The imp’s ears aren’t getting bigger.

You’re getting smaller.

The electrified eyes are studying your face, waiting for your sudden change of expression. You can’t help it. His hands quickly wrap around your waist. Tyleb’s grasp is firm but gentle, the warmth of his fingers spreading rapidly through your chest. You’d lost so much of your original size he could almost wrap those stubby hands all the way around your chest. It was happening so fast. The imp’s increasingly large tongue smacks against your chest, traveling down and pressing its way between your legs. The fingers around you push down and out, the twang of your shirt buttons ripping under the incredible force. Your pants are heavy with drool, sliding off your legs like wet cloth. As crazy as this all was, you cast a curious glance at the action happening behind the glass.

Strix opens his maw wider than you’d ever seen, cupping Ziggy’s shaft with his tongue before dragging his cock back inside his mouth. The hairless imp is caressing his partner’s rump. One of his hands starts exploring further, smuggling a finger inside Ziggy’s anus. He twists around, loosening the wrinkled pucker with ease. The micro’s viewscreen is struggling to keep up with the rush of pre rolling down. The imp’s tongue is pinning him at the back of his mouth. Strix’s slips in a second fingers, sliding deeper until he’s almost knuckle deep. The short imp’s gullet expands above the micro’s head, uvula dangling in anticipation. His view suddenly focuses on what’s ahead, shaking. Ziggy’s pent up cock is staring him in the eye. A burst of white shoots out to envelop his world in darkness. Flashes of light, red and white appear as the little cameraman tumbles in a river of cum. It pools fast inside what you assume is the back of the imp’s throat, uvula dangling far above as white ooze splatters over the walls in bursts. His hands a reaching up, uselessly trying to find purchase as more seed comes rushing over his head.

GLUURK

Darkness. The camera switches mode and a dimly lit tunnel appears. Fleshy walls are crashing into him, dragging him down with the constant rush of Ziggy’s cum. Strix still had his lips around the lanky imp’s cock, drinking straight from the tap. You can hear gurgling grow louder and louder, the view suddenly going blank as he splashes into the contents of the gurgling pit.

Your body is being lifted, raised like a doll over the soft cushion. You assume the show is over, but only because your eyesight can’t even make it past the imp’s bright blue eyes. This shouldn’t be happening. Your mind is almost screaming but you can’t shake the want, no, the need for this to happen. Nothing you knew could explain someone spontaneously shrinking like this! You feel a hot stream running down your balls and legs. You didn’t know you could make so much pre-cum… Tyleb’s tongue rolls outwards. It’s wider than your body, you realize. The slick warmth rolls around your legs to collect your seed.

“Please…” You whimper.

The imp retreats the slick muscle behind his lips, cocking his head with a smirk. You entire lower section is covered in drool and shivering from the sudden lack of invasive heat. You’d never been so pent up. You know you should have come a while ago but your body disobeyed any attempt at release. You look down at your cock and then back at him. He nods, understanding your frustration.

“Just answer me this riddle, my little dumpling.” He whispers, his breath filling the pocket of air surrounding you. Your body slides across the couch, brought closer and closer to Tyleb’s freckled face. His mouth is almost pressed against your waist, wet lips glistening under his bulbous nose. “If food is only allowed to go into my belly, then where is a little dumpling like you only allowed to come?”

An electric shock travels through your spine. You see a blue streak of light arc out from your body and into his. It travels through him, first through his fingers and then his arms. The lightning dissipated inside his chests, the bright of his eyes briefly bursting in intensity. At the same time you could feel yourself… Shrivel. Your body could fit on the inside of his palms, the sight of his grinning maw encompassing your entire view.

You clear your throat, never being so sure of wanting something.

“In-Inside your belly...” You whimper, extending a hand and pointing down at the imp’s rounded gut. “I can cum in there. G-Gulped down…”

The imp smiles. His giant hands open around you, forming a bridge to the rascal’s mouth. The warmth spills out as it opens, red carpet extending to your feet. The damp smell of spit and a previous meals wafts out. You don’t even hesitate, placing a foot down into the soft mattress that lays just for you. You crawl down as you press forward into the hot, wet cave. Ducking your head under the imp’s bucked teeth hanging overhead. Tyleb’s breath rhythmically flows back and forth, his gaped throat calling you to release all that pent up energy. You run your hand inside the slick crease of his tongue, hoping you satisfy the countless taste buds running against your skin.

“Hmmmmm” Your soon-to-be devourer moans.

You lie down in the hot drool and crawl towards his throat. The crease suddenly tenses, pushing against you. The imp’s tongue lifts upwards, your body flattened against the hard palate of his maw. You feel gravity tilt, your puny body sliding towards the pulsating archway to bliss. The back of Tyleb’s tongue stops you in your tracks, followed by a guttural rumble.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You tense as you drop, the giant tongue cupping your body inside of it.

The imp’s drool is spilling in, splashing against your body as he starts rolling you back and forth inside his mouth. Your cock slides inside the slimy hot crease, still refusing to burst. The shortstack’s uvula is almost in arms reach, his throat gaping wide, teasing you. Welcoming you.

“Hey bud, you in here?” The voice calls out from outside the row of sharp imp teeth.

You recognize Stuart’s tone. Your friend is here.

SLURK

The back of Tyleb’s tongue drops and you see it. The gaping black pit that led to his belly. You slide through the thick puddle of spit, arms and legs straightened out. The back of your head slams with a wet squelch into the soft tissue, your body following into the hot recess of the imp’s throat. The walls move in almost instantly, enveloping your body, molding it until every square inch of your skin is sealed in warm flesh.

GLUUURP

It’s happening. The unreal sensation of being swallowed whole occupies every sense. The imp’s throat feels like like hot liquid velvet. The thick coating inside the esophagus effortlessly slides against your skin. It’s squeezing, a hundred creases folding around you and your cock. The squelching is so loud you can’t hear yourself think. The gurgling and sloshing grows louder as your body falls head first into the imp’s hungry stomach. You thrust your cock against the pulsating walls rushing against you, screaming. You wince, still unable to release yourself.

SHLOP

The pressure around you disappears for an instant, your body slamming into a wall of caustic heat. You barely have time to plummet before something thick and sticky envelops you. Your back collides with a loud smack, tumbling in a pool of viscous liquid. The world groans, every sound amplified by your lack of sight. The slick folds rumble and squeeze against your feet and hands as if to claim the newest morsel of food that appeared.

GUUURGLL

The imp’s stomach roils and roars as the surface shifts under your weight. The walls suddenly crash inwards, sending you tumbling in a wave of thick, acidic drool. Pressure builds, caught inside a rumbling stomach fold. The walls purr as they wrap around you, constant spasms massaging your body deeper into the stomach wall. You remember what he said, about food only being allowed to come inside his body. You thrust your hips in the viscous heat, feeling your cock sink in the hot folds gurgling around your body. You feel yourself shout as you shoot out a thick rope of cum, and then another, and another… The thought of being food for that devious little rascal is maddening. You hear the sounds of running water rushing nearby. The liquid starts to rush against your legs, cool to the touch. Some of it sprays against your face, smelling of mint and lime.

“That little bastard.” You laugh to yourself. “I did order that drink…”

You can feel Tyleb’s footfall reverberating through his body and yours. You feel the heat of his guts. The sound of his voice.

“Your friend’s already gone on ahead I’m afraid. You know I can’t resist a fresh snack…” The imp’s voice comes through clearly the “gurgles” and “glorps”. The same can’t be said for your friend though. You can’t make out the muffled mumblings as he replies.

“Before we start… Say, need help with that?”

You can’t hear what he’s saying but you hear the excitement in your friend’s voice. Knowing Stuart he’ll never pass the chance for a free blowjob.