Tim offers to let Cassandra eat him; she agrees
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
minecrafter
Tim's mind raced at this new revelation. At this point, it was obvious to everyone at the table that he found Cassandra's new abilities very interesting- and arousing- though they were too polite to comment on it. The thought of being squeezed into Cassandra's mouth... hearing her moan at his taste... being covered in her saliva and other juices in her stomach... being kneaded by her stomach walls... being entirely encompassed by her inside her belly... for some reason, it made Tim Drake unimaginably horny. "W... wait," he finally speaks up, stuttering, "she should... eat me instead." Alfred did a double take at this, Cassandra went red, looking at him in horror while Bruce merely quirked an eyebrow.
"Are you sure about that, Tim?" Bruce asked, flatly. It was obvious to him why his young ward wanted to volunteer to being eaten; he had seen it in Green Arrow's eyes as well, after Black Canary threw him back up. The real reason was unknown to Cassandra, though she could tell that Tim was flustered and very hot; she felt the same way, whenever he looked at her belly or her face.
"Y-yeah, I'm sure," Tim replied, not daring to meet Bruce's inquisitive gaze. He continued, "it's safer that way; I'm smaller, so Cassandra isn't as likely to choke, and if something goes wrong it's better for you to be helping her than it is for me."
"Hmm... I suppose," Bruce said thoughtfully; it would also let him see how Cassandra handles having a living person inside of her stomach, and allow him to gather more data. "What do you think, Cassandra?"
"I...I... I guess..." Cassandra said. She felt very hot at the thought of eating Tim, though the thought was so bizarre and alien she couldn't imagine why she felt that way.
"Well, okay," Bruce says, "let's head down to the Bat Cave and get started."
"I'll start on the dishes, then," Alfred says quickly, starting to gather up the plates, "if you need me, Master Bruce, I'll be doing the dishes. By hand; I feel like I could use a good long scrub."
---
A few minutes later, they were in the Bat Cave. Bruce suited up in his own costume, while he had Cassandra change into her new one. It looked identical to her old one, but as Bruce explained the costume was actually very different. "It's based off a new polymer I invented," he explains, "it can stretch tremendously, but is more durable than steel. Well insulated and fire-proof, to defend against cold and heat, and the mask can filter out toxins and gasses in the air." He mutters, "it's also completely acid proof, which might come in handy during the following weeks."
"As for you, Tim," he says, turning to his other ward, "you have a new costume, too, but instead of trying it on you should strip down to your shorts and lie on that table over there." Batman points to a metal table that he had cleared off for the occasion. "Lie down on your front, arms at your side."
Tim nods numbly, stripping off his clothes until he's left standing in his underwear. Cassandra averts her gaze, trying to avoid looking at his nearly naked body, but finds her gaze wandering back over to him as he lies on the table, like the meal she ate and digested a few minutes ago. A thought occurs to her, "What happened to the food I ate? I do not feel like..."
"You have to go to the bathroom?" Batman finishes; she nods, and he continues, "it's because the magical juice somehow eliminates the need to use the restroom. I'll need to do more research on that particular aspect, but my theory is that the magic is somehow moving the waste somewhere else after absorbing all the nutrients it can to fuel the body."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Anyways, you should drink this," Batman says, handing Cassandra a huge pitcher of clear liquid. She looks at it warily, remembering the last time he gave her something to drink, and he reassures her, "it's just water. It's to help get your stomach ready for swallowing Tim, and to neutralize any leftover stomach acids."
Nodding, Cassandra quickly drinks the water, gulping it down slowly and causing her throat to bob as it flows down her gullet like a waterfall; she concentrates on arresting her digestive system like when she first stuffed herself, and the water starts to pool in her belly, sloshing around and filling her up. She feels a little bloated when she's done, and the water stretches out her belly quite a bit, but not as much as when she ate breakfast. "Oof," she groans, then a small burp escapes her lips.
"Good. Now, go ahead," Bruce says, motioning to Tim, "if you need any help swallowing him or getting him back up, I'll be there, but otherwise I'm just going to observe. Take it slow, and start with the feet."
Cassandra slowly approaches Tim, her tummy wobbling a little bit from the weight of the water in her belly, before crouching down in front of the table. Taking Tim's feet in hand, she stretches her mouth as wide as she can; her mouth stretches like that of a snake, the dark pit at the back of her throat growing as she prepares to swallow her teammate alive. When she feels comfortable, she shoves Tim's feet into the back of her gullet, giving a small swallow to get his toes into her throat. Her eyes go wide as she tastes Tim's skin; he's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted, like a mixture of succulent pork and candy.
"Woah!" Tim shouts, feeling the soft, slick flesh of Cassandra's throat engulfing his feet while her tongue explores his legs. Her mouth is very wet and humid, as the water she drank also served to lubricate her mouth and throat; her hot breath tickles his skin, even as her throat squeezes his feet tightly. It didn't feel uncomfortable, no; rather, it felt amazing, like a massage. Her tongue slaps against the sides and front of his legs, lubricating them in preparation for their further engulfment in her digestive tract. He feels his feet slip entirely inside of Cassandra's throat, as she vocalizes her approval of Tim's taste.
"Mmmmm..." she moans, continuing to swallow her friend while bathing him in her spit; she swallows his feet entirely, causing them to appear as a bulge in her throat as she continues to swallow Tim. His taste has her enraptured as she continues to swallow him, quickly reaching his knees after just a few short minutes. His legs now entirely in her throat, she can feel Tim's toes start to enter her stomach, making her feel great as he twitches in her throat.
Tim could feel his toes poking through into her stomach, the soft rippling of her throat as she worked him into her body being replaced with open, heavy air. He heard her belly groan as he entered it, and as she continued to swallow down his legs he felt his feet press into the bottom of her stomach, becoming immersed in the hot, churning waves of water in her cauldron like belly. Then he gasped as Cassandra finished swallowing his legs, reaching the part he had been waiting for.
Cassandra paused as she reached Tim's butt and crotch, wondering how she should continue, before Batman spoke up. "This is the hardest part, Cassandra; if need be Tim can hold his hands above his head and you can swallow him like that, but you should try and do it like this so we can see what your limit is."
Bracing herself, Cassandra stretched her mouth as wide as possible, engulfing Tim's ass cheeks, hands, and crotch in her mouth, causing her to make an unusual discovery. "Tim's... thing... is hard," she thought to herself, as it pressed against her tongue. She batted it with her tongue experimentally, swishing it around her mouth; it twitched a few times, and strangely enough the area tasted salty, even through Tim's underwear. Mentally shrugging, she swallowed, deciding she would ask Tim what it meant later.
"..." Tim stayed entirely silent as Cassandra engulfed his waste, not daring to make a single sound even as he started to sweat from the situation he was in. Her teeth had scraped against his butt, which was a little painful; she didn't break the skin, but there would probably be marks there. Then she mashed her tongue against his dick; moving it around her mouth like a piece of candy, bathing it in her sticky saliva and unintentionally teasing the poor boy. Now, it was pressed between his belly and the smooth, silky walls of Cassandra's throat. As she gave one more swallow, causing his legs to start to curl up in her stomach, he climaxed in her throat, bathing it as he spurted out cum into her rippling gullet.
Cassandra continued to swallow Tim, tasting his body all the way; his firm chest, muscular arms, until he was finally almost entirely inside her. His head and neck were still outside her body, but the rest of him was inside her; his chest and arms were in her throat, while his lower body and his hands were entirely inside her belly, bathing in the hot-tub like atmosphere of her stomach. Her tongue reaches out, slapping against his face as she uses it to push him further inside her mouth; his neck is in her throat now, his head is resting on her tongue. Her throat bulges outrageously around his shoulders and torso, making the next few gulps easy in comparison. She licks his head a few times like a lollypop, matting his hair against his head as she prepares to swallow him entirely.
Tim's excitement is hard to contain at this point; his legs are tightly contained in Cassandra's churning stomach, his chest is in her tight throat, and she just finished licking his face when she gulped him down entirely. After a few more, rapid gulps, his head squeezes into her stomach as he's forced to curl up. He's up to his neck in water, while the rest of his body rests in the warm bath of Cassandra's belly, and he strokes his cock a few times as it once again reaches full mast. The air is thick and humid, yet entirely breathable, and the walls clench his body tightly, kneading and massaging his skin pleasantly.
Cassandra gives another small burp, marveling at her stomach. Batman places a hand on her shoulder. "Good work, Cassandra. Now, we..."
"Are you sure about that, Tim?" Bruce asked, flatly. It was obvious to him why his young ward wanted to volunteer to being eaten; he had seen it in Green Arrow's eyes as well, after Black Canary threw him back up. The real reason was unknown to Cassandra, though she could tell that Tim was flustered and very hot; she felt the same way, whenever he looked at her belly or her face.
"Y-yeah, I'm sure," Tim replied, not daring to meet Bruce's inquisitive gaze. He continued, "it's safer that way; I'm smaller, so Cassandra isn't as likely to choke, and if something goes wrong it's better for you to be helping her than it is for me."
"Hmm... I suppose," Bruce said thoughtfully; it would also let him see how Cassandra handles having a living person inside of her stomach, and allow him to gather more data. "What do you think, Cassandra?"
"I...I... I guess..." Cassandra said. She felt very hot at the thought of eating Tim, though the thought was so bizarre and alien she couldn't imagine why she felt that way.
"Well, okay," Bruce says, "let's head down to the Bat Cave and get started."
"I'll start on the dishes, then," Alfred says quickly, starting to gather up the plates, "if you need me, Master Bruce, I'll be doing the dishes. By hand; I feel like I could use a good long scrub."
---
A few minutes later, they were in the Bat Cave. Bruce suited up in his own costume, while he had Cassandra change into her new one. It looked identical to her old one, but as Bruce explained the costume was actually very different. "It's based off a new polymer I invented," he explains, "it can stretch tremendously, but is more durable than steel. Well insulated and fire-proof, to defend against cold and heat, and the mask can filter out toxins and gasses in the air." He mutters, "it's also completely acid proof, which might come in handy during the following weeks."
"As for you, Tim," he says, turning to his other ward, "you have a new costume, too, but instead of trying it on you should strip down to your shorts and lie on that table over there." Batman points to a metal table that he had cleared off for the occasion. "Lie down on your front, arms at your side."
Tim nods numbly, stripping off his clothes until he's left standing in his underwear. Cassandra averts her gaze, trying to avoid looking at his nearly naked body, but finds her gaze wandering back over to him as he lies on the table, like the meal she ate and digested a few minutes ago. A thought occurs to her, "What happened to the food I ate? I do not feel like..."
"You have to go to the bathroom?" Batman finishes; she nods, and he continues, "it's because the magical juice somehow eliminates the need to use the restroom. I'll need to do more research on that particular aspect, but my theory is that the magic is somehow moving the waste somewhere else after absorbing all the nutrients it can to fuel the body."
"Oh..."
"Yeah. Anyways, you should drink this," Batman says, handing Cassandra a huge pitcher of clear liquid. She looks at it warily, remembering the last time he gave her something to drink, and he reassures her, "it's just water. It's to help get your stomach ready for swallowing Tim, and to neutralize any leftover stomach acids."
Nodding, Cassandra quickly drinks the water, gulping it down slowly and causing her throat to bob as it flows down her gullet like a waterfall; she concentrates on arresting her digestive system like when she first stuffed herself, and the water starts to pool in her belly, sloshing around and filling her up. She feels a little bloated when she's done, and the water stretches out her belly quite a bit, but not as much as when she ate breakfast. "Oof," she groans, then a small burp escapes her lips.
"Good. Now, go ahead," Bruce says, motioning to Tim, "if you need any help swallowing him or getting him back up, I'll be there, but otherwise I'm just going to observe. Take it slow, and start with the feet."
Cassandra slowly approaches Tim, her tummy wobbling a little bit from the weight of the water in her belly, before crouching down in front of the table. Taking Tim's feet in hand, she stretches her mouth as wide as she can; her mouth stretches like that of a snake, the dark pit at the back of her throat growing as she prepares to swallow her teammate alive. When she feels comfortable, she shoves Tim's feet into the back of her gullet, giving a small swallow to get his toes into her throat. Her eyes go wide as she tastes Tim's skin; he's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted, like a mixture of succulent pork and candy.
"Woah!" Tim shouts, feeling the soft, slick flesh of Cassandra's throat engulfing his feet while her tongue explores his legs. Her mouth is very wet and humid, as the water she drank also served to lubricate her mouth and throat; her hot breath tickles his skin, even as her throat squeezes his feet tightly. It didn't feel uncomfortable, no; rather, it felt amazing, like a massage. Her tongue slaps against the sides and front of his legs, lubricating them in preparation for their further engulfment in her digestive tract. He feels his feet slip entirely inside of Cassandra's throat, as she vocalizes her approval of Tim's taste.
"Mmmmm..." she moans, continuing to swallow her friend while bathing him in her spit; she swallows his feet entirely, causing them to appear as a bulge in her throat as she continues to swallow Tim. His taste has her enraptured as she continues to swallow him, quickly reaching his knees after just a few short minutes. His legs now entirely in her throat, she can feel Tim's toes start to enter her stomach, making her feel great as he twitches in her throat.
Tim could feel his toes poking through into her stomach, the soft rippling of her throat as she worked him into her body being replaced with open, heavy air. He heard her belly groan as he entered it, and as she continued to swallow down his legs he felt his feet press into the bottom of her stomach, becoming immersed in the hot, churning waves of water in her cauldron like belly. Then he gasped as Cassandra finished swallowing his legs, reaching the part he had been waiting for.
Cassandra paused as she reached Tim's butt and crotch, wondering how she should continue, before Batman spoke up. "This is the hardest part, Cassandra; if need be Tim can hold his hands above his head and you can swallow him like that, but you should try and do it like this so we can see what your limit is."
Bracing herself, Cassandra stretched her mouth as wide as possible, engulfing Tim's ass cheeks, hands, and crotch in her mouth, causing her to make an unusual discovery. "Tim's... thing... is hard," she thought to herself, as it pressed against her tongue. She batted it with her tongue experimentally, swishing it around her mouth; it twitched a few times, and strangely enough the area tasted salty, even through Tim's underwear. Mentally shrugging, she swallowed, deciding she would ask Tim what it meant later.
"..." Tim stayed entirely silent as Cassandra engulfed his waste, not daring to make a single sound even as he started to sweat from the situation he was in. Her teeth had scraped against his butt, which was a little painful; she didn't break the skin, but there would probably be marks there. Then she mashed her tongue against his dick; moving it around her mouth like a piece of candy, bathing it in her sticky saliva and unintentionally teasing the poor boy. Now, it was pressed between his belly and the smooth, silky walls of Cassandra's throat. As she gave one more swallow, causing his legs to start to curl up in her stomach, he climaxed in her throat, bathing it as he spurted out cum into her rippling gullet.
Cassandra continued to swallow Tim, tasting his body all the way; his firm chest, muscular arms, until he was finally almost entirely inside her. His head and neck were still outside her body, but the rest of him was inside her; his chest and arms were in her throat, while his lower body and his hands were entirely inside her belly, bathing in the hot-tub like atmosphere of her stomach. Her tongue reaches out, slapping against his face as she uses it to push him further inside her mouth; his neck is in her throat now, his head is resting on her tongue. Her throat bulges outrageously around his shoulders and torso, making the next few gulps easy in comparison. She licks his head a few times like a lollypop, matting his hair against his head as she prepares to swallow him entirely.
Tim's excitement is hard to contain at this point; his legs are tightly contained in Cassandra's churning stomach, his chest is in her tight throat, and she just finished licking his face when she gulped him down entirely. After a few more, rapid gulps, his head squeezes into her stomach as he's forced to curl up. He's up to his neck in water, while the rest of his body rests in the warm bath of Cassandra's belly, and he strokes his cock a few times as it once again reaches full mast. The air is thick and humid, yet entirely breathable, and the walls clench his body tightly, kneading and massaging his skin pleasantly.
Cassandra gives another small burp, marveling at her stomach. Batman places a hand on her shoulder. "Good work, Cassandra. Now, we..."
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