Warm, Wet Afterglow
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
minecrafter
"AHH!" Hank screamed, his voice echoing down into Janet's bowels as he came once more, his cock staying blissfully flaccid this time as he sprawled out inside of his wife's ass, his head splatting against the mucous-lined floor as he tried to catch his breath. His microscopic seed covered the surrounding walls; Hank could almost swear that the amount of semen he had spilled since he had entered the Wasp's rear rivaled the load he had shot into her at his full size. His body ached, but it was a good ache; the type he felt when he finished an invention after an all-nighter, or when he caught a particularly troublesome super-villain. Or when he had marathon sex with his wife, of course, but he was struggling to put such lurid thoughts away while he thought of where he'd go from there. The thought of travelling further inside Janet's body was tempting; he had barely experienced her large intestine, let alone the much hotter, much tighter, and much more stimulating small intestine. Or her stomach; maybe he could even climb up her throat and into her mouth...
Hank slapped himself a few times; trying to think with his head was hard when all he wanted to do was think with his smaller head and worship the heavenly flesh that surrounded him. With a dramatic sigh Hank slowly began the process of turning around in the confines of his lover's rectum. His body was about the size of a small dildo, and while his wife was used to shoving those up her tight and perky rear end her ass was no less hungry than it had been when she was awake. Each movement he made caused Janet to clench, unconsciously, squeezing the tiny hero as he grunted from exertion and arousal.
"C'mon, Janet, work with me here," he groaned, pushing aside the walls as he finally managed to get up into a crouch. Janet's rectal flesh squeezed him again, but Hank weathered the assault of gooey soft muscle as he was compressed into the fetal position. Mentally, he was calm, but he knew he had to escape before he became a slave to his wife's squeezable, yet athletic derriere. There were so many other lewd things he wanted to do to her; as much as he would've liked to stay, he had get out so he could do those things with Janet! For all his arrogance, he was still a loving husband, after all; it would be selfish to deprive the love of his life such pleasures.
Finally, Hank managed to turn around. Making a mental note to create something to make "exits" like this easier, Hank began the task of climbing back towards his wife's asshole. Her colon squeezed around him, sometimes in response to his movements, sometimes in response to Janet's unconscious thoughts as she doubtlessly dreamt of bite-sized explorers investigating and pleasuring every inch of her body, inside and out. However, he soon reached a roadblock- Janet had fallen asleep with her anal beads still in her ass, leaving Hank trapped inside. Hank pushed against the beads, but for all his (relative to his size) super-strength, the Wasp's well trained ass kept her toy right where she wanted it. Sighing, Hank threw his arms and legs around one of the beads, clinging to it in the hopes that Janet would pull him out with it when she woke up. Ant-Man's eyes began to droop, and he soon joined his wife in rest as he was lulled to sleep by the groans, gurgles, and the distant sound of Janet's beating heart that surrounded him.
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Wasp awoke with a yawn just a few hours later, a dopey smile still etched on her face from the pleasant dreams she had. Giggling, she gave her fingers a quick suck, cleaning them of her liquid lust as she relished in the warm feeling in her belly. Rolling onto her side, she could faintly see the outlines of the large beads on her tummy, the large insertions stretching and filling the walls of pleasantly. She poked and prodded them, alternatively giggling and moaning at the pleasurable, ticklish feeling she got from the act. She also felt around for the other thing she had shoved in her ass, but was disappointed to find she couldn't locate her husband. Having missed that he had wrapped himself around one of her beads, she quickly reasoned that he must have either gone further inside her, his presence muffled by her less sensitive muscles, or that he had shrunken down even further.
Sighing in disappointment now that she could no longer feel her tiny husband's struggles and ministrations as he fought to please them both, she stood up, stretching her arms and legs, Janet gave her ass a small rub. It was a little sore from last night's fun, but she decided to keep her toy inside her for the moment. Briefly wondering what she should do next, her question was answered when a faint rumble emanated from her stomach. Placing her hand on her trim belly, Wasp left their bedroom for the kitchen so she could make an early brunch. Letting loose another melodic laugh when she thought of another need of hers that her husband could sate for awhile.
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Wasp had many talents, and as of late she was trying to make cooking another one. While she wasn't a five star chef, she was rather pleased with the breakfast that sat before her; a meal of french toast, orange slices, an omelet stuffed with bacon, cheese, peppers, and onion, with a glass of milk to wash it all down. She had made an identical plate for Hank, though she quickly realized that it would probably be cold by the time he got to it. Still, she devoured her breakfast with happily, humming to herself as she imagined all the naughty, filthy things they would get up to later tonight. Finishing off her last bite of french toast, her stomach happily churning away at its contents, she gulped down the rest of her milk and stood up, rinsing the plates. She was still naked- though she wore an apron earlier while cooking- and her beads were still safely threaded throughout her bowels. However, she was getting bored of them all the same; she'd need to find a different toy, or better yet her husband.
Spreading her cheeks, she carefully put her finger through the ring on the last bead. Biting her lip, she groaned as she slowly started to pull the beads out, her anus flexing wetly over each one as they were dragged through her rectum. Her sharp gasps and moans could've been heard throughout the house, though the only one who was around to hear them was still soundly asleep, unaware of his passage back out of his lover's body. Nearly all of the beads had been squeezed through Wasp's hungry hole when Hank finally woke up, now aware of what was going on.
Janet squeezed her breast, kneading her nipple as she pulled out the last of the beads- and her husband, along with them. Bringing them back around to the front side of her body, Janet held the beads up- closing her eyes as she prepared to clean off her toy with her tongue. She could deepthroat just as well as her ass could inhale any toys she decided to feed it with, so using the beads on both ends of her digestive tract was a common practice of hers.
Hank stared into Janet's open maw as she lowered the first bead- and him with it- into her mouth, a mixture of fear and arousal playing through his mind at the sight. Ever since they had added size-play to their sex life, Janet teasing him with being eaten was a common game of theirs. He did it too, on occasion; sucking on his wife's diminutive form while she humped his tongue, squirting her nectar for his tastebuds to enjoy. But she was much more enamored with the idea of holding another being within her body. Even limiting it to just oral play, she had given him more full-body blowjobs and tongue baths then he could count, not to mention all the times she just held him inside of her mouth and sucked on him like a piece of candy- sometimes during meetings with their fellow Avengers, no less! At other times, she had pressed him up against her flat stomach, making him listen to it growl while she teased him about how much her stomach wanted to meet him. It was insanely hot to Ant-Man, yet the slight doubt of whether his experimental particles would totally work filled him with fear.
Janet's hot breath, still tinged with the lingering scent of her meal wafted over his body like steam from a sauna, making him shiver with delight. Flecks of saliva landed on his body as he was slowly lowered past her teeth, over her tongue, towards her waiting throat. He brushed against her mouth a few times, even her palette, but she didn't seem to notice his presence. The bead rested against he entrance to her gullet for a few seconds, Hank clinging to it for dear life as his wife swallowed.
GULP! Ant-Man winced as his partner's tight throat claimed him, his body forced against the anal bead by the unyielding muscles of Janet's esophagus. Gooey saliva cascaded around him, covering his body and adding to the sheet of rectal slime that already covered his body. His manhood throbbed with need, yet he couldn't touch it for fear of losing his grip on the lifeline keeping him from ending up with the rest of his wife's breakfast. He couldn't even thrust it against the walls of her throat; he had to cling to the bead with all his might. After the non-stop orgasms he had experienced in Janet's asshole, her throat was providing sexual torment of a different variety.
Janet was oblivious to all of this, merely swallowing down more of her toy as she pleased. Her pussy was starting to leak, and she wanted to get her cleaning done fast so she could pay attention to it. Shoving it down another inch, she began to hum to herself as she pushed the long toy closer to her stomach; unaware that the vibrations of her throat were causing Hank even greater pleasure, and thus greater frustration as she unknowingly edged him. She began to pull the beads back out, satisfied that they were mostly clean; the question was whether or not she'd find Hank at the end of them, or if he'd lose his grip- accidentally or otherwise.
Hank slapped himself a few times; trying to think with his head was hard when all he wanted to do was think with his smaller head and worship the heavenly flesh that surrounded him. With a dramatic sigh Hank slowly began the process of turning around in the confines of his lover's rectum. His body was about the size of a small dildo, and while his wife was used to shoving those up her tight and perky rear end her ass was no less hungry than it had been when she was awake. Each movement he made caused Janet to clench, unconsciously, squeezing the tiny hero as he grunted from exertion and arousal.
"C'mon, Janet, work with me here," he groaned, pushing aside the walls as he finally managed to get up into a crouch. Janet's rectal flesh squeezed him again, but Hank weathered the assault of gooey soft muscle as he was compressed into the fetal position. Mentally, he was calm, but he knew he had to escape before he became a slave to his wife's squeezable, yet athletic derriere. There were so many other lewd things he wanted to do to her; as much as he would've liked to stay, he had get out so he could do those things with Janet! For all his arrogance, he was still a loving husband, after all; it would be selfish to deprive the love of his life such pleasures.
Finally, Hank managed to turn around. Making a mental note to create something to make "exits" like this easier, Hank began the task of climbing back towards his wife's asshole. Her colon squeezed around him, sometimes in response to his movements, sometimes in response to Janet's unconscious thoughts as she doubtlessly dreamt of bite-sized explorers investigating and pleasuring every inch of her body, inside and out. However, he soon reached a roadblock- Janet had fallen asleep with her anal beads still in her ass, leaving Hank trapped inside. Hank pushed against the beads, but for all his (relative to his size) super-strength, the Wasp's well trained ass kept her toy right where she wanted it. Sighing, Hank threw his arms and legs around one of the beads, clinging to it in the hopes that Janet would pull him out with it when she woke up. Ant-Man's eyes began to droop, and he soon joined his wife in rest as he was lulled to sleep by the groans, gurgles, and the distant sound of Janet's beating heart that surrounded him.
---
Wasp awoke with a yawn just a few hours later, a dopey smile still etched on her face from the pleasant dreams she had. Giggling, she gave her fingers a quick suck, cleaning them of her liquid lust as she relished in the warm feeling in her belly. Rolling onto her side, she could faintly see the outlines of the large beads on her tummy, the large insertions stretching and filling the walls of pleasantly. She poked and prodded them, alternatively giggling and moaning at the pleasurable, ticklish feeling she got from the act. She also felt around for the other thing she had shoved in her ass, but was disappointed to find she couldn't locate her husband. Having missed that he had wrapped himself around one of her beads, she quickly reasoned that he must have either gone further inside her, his presence muffled by her less sensitive muscles, or that he had shrunken down even further.
Sighing in disappointment now that she could no longer feel her tiny husband's struggles and ministrations as he fought to please them both, she stood up, stretching her arms and legs, Janet gave her ass a small rub. It was a little sore from last night's fun, but she decided to keep her toy inside her for the moment. Briefly wondering what she should do next, her question was answered when a faint rumble emanated from her stomach. Placing her hand on her trim belly, Wasp left their bedroom for the kitchen so she could make an early brunch. Letting loose another melodic laugh when she thought of another need of hers that her husband could sate for awhile.
---
Wasp had many talents, and as of late she was trying to make cooking another one. While she wasn't a five star chef, she was rather pleased with the breakfast that sat before her; a meal of french toast, orange slices, an omelet stuffed with bacon, cheese, peppers, and onion, with a glass of milk to wash it all down. She had made an identical plate for Hank, though she quickly realized that it would probably be cold by the time he got to it. Still, she devoured her breakfast with happily, humming to herself as she imagined all the naughty, filthy things they would get up to later tonight. Finishing off her last bite of french toast, her stomach happily churning away at its contents, she gulped down the rest of her milk and stood up, rinsing the plates. She was still naked- though she wore an apron earlier while cooking- and her beads were still safely threaded throughout her bowels. However, she was getting bored of them all the same; she'd need to find a different toy, or better yet her husband.
Spreading her cheeks, she carefully put her finger through the ring on the last bead. Biting her lip, she groaned as she slowly started to pull the beads out, her anus flexing wetly over each one as they were dragged through her rectum. Her sharp gasps and moans could've been heard throughout the house, though the only one who was around to hear them was still soundly asleep, unaware of his passage back out of his lover's body. Nearly all of the beads had been squeezed through Wasp's hungry hole when Hank finally woke up, now aware of what was going on.
Janet squeezed her breast, kneading her nipple as she pulled out the last of the beads- and her husband, along with them. Bringing them back around to the front side of her body, Janet held the beads up- closing her eyes as she prepared to clean off her toy with her tongue. She could deepthroat just as well as her ass could inhale any toys she decided to feed it with, so using the beads on both ends of her digestive tract was a common practice of hers.
Hank stared into Janet's open maw as she lowered the first bead- and him with it- into her mouth, a mixture of fear and arousal playing through his mind at the sight. Ever since they had added size-play to their sex life, Janet teasing him with being eaten was a common game of theirs. He did it too, on occasion; sucking on his wife's diminutive form while she humped his tongue, squirting her nectar for his tastebuds to enjoy. But she was much more enamored with the idea of holding another being within her body. Even limiting it to just oral play, she had given him more full-body blowjobs and tongue baths then he could count, not to mention all the times she just held him inside of her mouth and sucked on him like a piece of candy- sometimes during meetings with their fellow Avengers, no less! At other times, she had pressed him up against her flat stomach, making him listen to it growl while she teased him about how much her stomach wanted to meet him. It was insanely hot to Ant-Man, yet the slight doubt of whether his experimental particles would totally work filled him with fear.
Janet's hot breath, still tinged with the lingering scent of her meal wafted over his body like steam from a sauna, making him shiver with delight. Flecks of saliva landed on his body as he was slowly lowered past her teeth, over her tongue, towards her waiting throat. He brushed against her mouth a few times, even her palette, but she didn't seem to notice his presence. The bead rested against he entrance to her gullet for a few seconds, Hank clinging to it for dear life as his wife swallowed.
GULP! Ant-Man winced as his partner's tight throat claimed him, his body forced against the anal bead by the unyielding muscles of Janet's esophagus. Gooey saliva cascaded around him, covering his body and adding to the sheet of rectal slime that already covered his body. His manhood throbbed with need, yet he couldn't touch it for fear of losing his grip on the lifeline keeping him from ending up with the rest of his wife's breakfast. He couldn't even thrust it against the walls of her throat; he had to cling to the bead with all his might. After the non-stop orgasms he had experienced in Janet's asshole, her throat was providing sexual torment of a different variety.
Janet was oblivious to all of this, merely swallowing down more of her toy as she pleased. Her pussy was starting to leak, and she wanted to get her cleaning done fast so she could pay attention to it. Shoving it down another inch, she began to hum to herself as she pushed the long toy closer to her stomach; unaware that the vibrations of her throat were causing Hank even greater pleasure, and thus greater frustration as she unknowingly edged him. She began to pull the beads back out, satisfied that they were mostly clean; the question was whether or not she'd find Hank at the end of them, or if he'd lose his grip- accidentally or otherwise.
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