"...wait for him to come out the other end....
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
minecrafter
Cassandra felt great; Tim tasted great, for one, and his squirming inside her stomach felt oddly pleasing as well, like he was massaging her stomach with every twitch that he made. She didn't show it, though; she didn't want to disappoint her mentor by showing that she enjoyed eating his other ward. At Batman's words, though, Cassandra was once again left speechless. "Out the... other end? You mean...?"
Batman nodded grimly. "Just focus on Tim, Cassandra."
Tim heard parts of the muffled conversation, specifically Cassandra's parts. Her voice was soft, but being inside her tummy let him hear her voice crystal clear. Batman's voice on the other hand, was muffled both by the walls of Cassandra's belly and his own gravely voice. "Uh, Cassandra, did I just hear that correctly?" he said, his voice shaky from pleasure. The firm, clammy walls of Cassandra's stomach were grinding softly against his body, making it hard to keep his voice steady as they provided the world's most erotic massage. It didn't help that he was still stroking himself, rubbing his hand slowly up and down his cock which was submerged in the warm pool of water in Cassandra's tummy. His voice went unheard to both members of the Bat-Family, muffled by the sounds of Cassandra's gurgling, churning belly.
"Wonder Woman has told me that the 'thrill' of expelling someone from the body is... overpowering. You should head back to your room until it's done; wear this belt around your stomach while it happens, and it should give me all the data I need. If you need help, call me, and I'll be right up." Batman handed her a yellow belt, clearly modeled after their utility belts with blinking, flashing lights; afterwards Batman turned to the Bat-Computer, took a seat, and began rapidly typing a report.
Cassandra, feeling flustered and not knowing what to say, awkwardly turned and started to waddle up the stairs to the entrance to the Wayne Mansion after firmly buckling the technological belt around her stomach, jostling her huge, heaving gut all the while. Tim was bounced up and down with each step, water splashing in his face as the contents of Cassandra's stomach was thrown into upheaval. "H-hey Cassandra," Tim stutters, "what's going on?"
"Batman has said that... you are to stay inside me, until you are, um, 'expelled'," she says nervously, looking down at her stomach.
Tim jerks in surprise, causing a bulge to appear in the black, costume clad globe of Cassandra's belly, "WHAT! Seriously?!" He knew what- or who- he was getting into, but he also thought that he'd be coming out the way he came in! He normally wouldn't mind the opportunity of getting closer to Cassandra's tight, firm butt, but this was taking things a few steps too far. Not to mention how weird it was that Batman didn't warn him about this.
Cassandra winced at this; Tim didn't hurt her with his outburst, as her newly superhuman body was too durable, but she felt bad for him nonetheless. Wanting to sooth his worries, she started to rub the spot where his head was. "It will be okay, Tim."
As Cassandra rubbed his head, squishing the 'roof' of her stomach into his scalp, Tim began to smile, "Thanks, Cass." Wanting to return the gesture, he began to rub the top of her stomach, running his hands over the wrinkled walls and the sphincter that he fell out of. He could feel Cassandra's hand, and he lined his own hand up with hers; the only thing separating the two were the walls of Cassandra's stomach, and of course her costume.
Heat flushed through Cassandra's face as Tim returned her touch, but she said nothing as she continued to walk towards her room, happening to pass by Alfred in the kitchen along the way. The butler shook his head at the sight of Cassandra's engorged stomach, muttering to himself as she passed; "...years of repairing bat costumes and helping build gadgets, and he still manages to surprise me..." Cassandra left him for now, purposefully walking towards her room instead. When she got there, she closed the door and went straight for her bed, carefully sitting and moving backwards so she could cradle her huge stomach. They sat in silence for a few moments; Cassandra continued to concentrate on her digestive system, while Tim kept idly stroking his dick.
"Tim?" Cassandra finally speaks up, tapping her belly.
"Yes?" he replies, stopping his jerking in case he had somehow disturbed her.
"What is it like in there?" Cassandra asked. She began to rub her belly; for some reason, touching it felt really good.
"Oh, uh, wow," Tim said, starting to stroke his cock again, "it's really- ah- tight. Your stomach is squeezing me, and the walls are g-grinding against me, but it feels nice. Whatever you're doing, d-don't stop. But it's also soft; your stomach is almost like a sleeping bag. The water in here is up to my- my neck, and it's super warm from being in your body- like a hot bath, or a hot tub. The air is a bit muggy, but I can still breath. Sometimes saliva and other stuff drips down on me. It doesn't smell- well, it doesn't smell bad. I can actually still smell some of the breakfast Alfred cooked."
"I see," Cassandra said, continuing to rub her belly, "what about my mouth?"
"Oh, your mouth was really, uh, interesting," Tim said, his climax building, "your mouth was interesting; your tongue squirming against me felt weird; ticklish, but also kinda good too. Your- ah!- breath was also sorta ticklish, especially on my feet, but that went away pretty quick. Speaking of which, your breath smelt nice."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem. Uh, your tongue was soft, and so was the back of your throat. But your palate- that's the top part of your mouth- and your teeth were hard. You scratched me a when you s-swallowed my a- my, uh, my butt."
"Sorry..."
"It's okay!" Tim said quickly, "There was so much going on that I hardly even noticed it."
"That's good. My throat?"
"Oh, phew," Tim said, fast approaching his second orgasm, "it was soft, softer than your stomach, but much tighter. Each time you swallowed, I could feel your throat rippling against my body. It was really, REALLY GOOD!" Tim said, raising his voice slightly as he came in Cassandra's belly; his load shot out into the water, the stream just barely tapping against Cassandra's stomach wall before it disappeared into the water.
Cassandra's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me! Why was your thing hard?"
Tim froze, his warm afterglow disappearing immediately as Cassandra asked why he had an erection when she swallowed him. It wasn't lost on the horny teenager on what had prompted the question, either; somehow, Cassandra had felt him cum in her stomach. "Uh, well Cass, it's just sort of a thing that happens with guys."
"Why?"
"There are various reasons," Tim explained, "sometimes it just happens for no reason. Other times, it's just because something made us feel good. We can get them when we're with someone we like, or-" Tim's eyes widened as he realized what he said, while Cassandra stared at the outline of the boy in her belly.
"Tim, do you... like me?
"...yes," he replied. It was the truth, something he felt that he owed her, at least; he didn't just like her body, but her personality as well. How brave, strong, and selfless she was, her strong moral code in spite of being by one of the worst fathers in the world as an assassin. Cassandra, to him, was an amazing woman. "That's why I wanted you to swallow me, Cassandra, so I could get closer to you." This was also true, though he omitted the fact that he also wanted to be swallowed for the shear eroticism of the experience.
"Oh, Tim," Cassandra smiled; leaning forward, squishing her perky breasts against the top of Tim's head in the process, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I like you too, Tim."
Tim smiled at her touching words.
"You're like a brother to me."
---
Down in the Batcave, Batman allowed a small smirk to cross his face as he listened to the audio feed as he finished typing one of the sections of the report. A few seconds later and it was gone, as he returned to his usual serious self. He began to type a message to Wonder Woman.
---
"Oh," Tim said, trying not to let his disappointment creep into his voice, "and you're like a sister to me, Cass." Tim was never more glad that he and Cassandra were adopted siblings, and not actually related.
Cassandra beamed at his words, hugging her belly a little tighter. Tim started to stroke the walls of Cassandra's belly, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Tim, that feels..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't..."
Cassandra's belly was starting to heat up now, and Tim was beginning to feel sweat on his brow in addition to the other liquids that he shared Cassandra's tummy with. Suddenly the water level dropped almost immediately to nothing, the water swiftly disappearing into Cassandra's intestines with a few wet gurgles. Tim's feet, which had been dragged into the sphincter, were being squished into the walls of Cassandra's intestines. "Uh, Cass?" Tim asked nervously.
"Sorry, I just lost control of my muscles for a few seconds. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but my feet aren't in your stomach anymore."
"Oh." Cassandra didn't know what to do with this information, so she tried to reverse what she had done, accidentally dragging Tim further into her gut, up to his knees.
"Woah!" Tim shouted, suddenly jerking forward; his legs were starting to enter the soft, tight, squishy sack that was Cassandra's small intestines, already forcing him to bend his legs as he reached the first curve.
"Tim, I don't think I can get you back into my stomach. I just tried and you went further in."
"That's okay, we'll just have to keep going. I'm still fine. I have an idea, though."
"What is it?"
"You should..."
Batman nodded grimly. "Just focus on Tim, Cassandra."
Tim heard parts of the muffled conversation, specifically Cassandra's parts. Her voice was soft, but being inside her tummy let him hear her voice crystal clear. Batman's voice on the other hand, was muffled both by the walls of Cassandra's belly and his own gravely voice. "Uh, Cassandra, did I just hear that correctly?" he said, his voice shaky from pleasure. The firm, clammy walls of Cassandra's stomach were grinding softly against his body, making it hard to keep his voice steady as they provided the world's most erotic massage. It didn't help that he was still stroking himself, rubbing his hand slowly up and down his cock which was submerged in the warm pool of water in Cassandra's tummy. His voice went unheard to both members of the Bat-Family, muffled by the sounds of Cassandra's gurgling, churning belly.
"Wonder Woman has told me that the 'thrill' of expelling someone from the body is... overpowering. You should head back to your room until it's done; wear this belt around your stomach while it happens, and it should give me all the data I need. If you need help, call me, and I'll be right up." Batman handed her a yellow belt, clearly modeled after their utility belts with blinking, flashing lights; afterwards Batman turned to the Bat-Computer, took a seat, and began rapidly typing a report.
Cassandra, feeling flustered and not knowing what to say, awkwardly turned and started to waddle up the stairs to the entrance to the Wayne Mansion after firmly buckling the technological belt around her stomach, jostling her huge, heaving gut all the while. Tim was bounced up and down with each step, water splashing in his face as the contents of Cassandra's stomach was thrown into upheaval. "H-hey Cassandra," Tim stutters, "what's going on?"
"Batman has said that... you are to stay inside me, until you are, um, 'expelled'," she says nervously, looking down at her stomach.
Tim jerks in surprise, causing a bulge to appear in the black, costume clad globe of Cassandra's belly, "WHAT! Seriously?!" He knew what- or who- he was getting into, but he also thought that he'd be coming out the way he came in! He normally wouldn't mind the opportunity of getting closer to Cassandra's tight, firm butt, but this was taking things a few steps too far. Not to mention how weird it was that Batman didn't warn him about this.
Cassandra winced at this; Tim didn't hurt her with his outburst, as her newly superhuman body was too durable, but she felt bad for him nonetheless. Wanting to sooth his worries, she started to rub the spot where his head was. "It will be okay, Tim."
As Cassandra rubbed his head, squishing the 'roof' of her stomach into his scalp, Tim began to smile, "Thanks, Cass." Wanting to return the gesture, he began to rub the top of her stomach, running his hands over the wrinkled walls and the sphincter that he fell out of. He could feel Cassandra's hand, and he lined his own hand up with hers; the only thing separating the two were the walls of Cassandra's stomach, and of course her costume.
Heat flushed through Cassandra's face as Tim returned her touch, but she said nothing as she continued to walk towards her room, happening to pass by Alfred in the kitchen along the way. The butler shook his head at the sight of Cassandra's engorged stomach, muttering to himself as she passed; "...years of repairing bat costumes and helping build gadgets, and he still manages to surprise me..." Cassandra left him for now, purposefully walking towards her room instead. When she got there, she closed the door and went straight for her bed, carefully sitting and moving backwards so she could cradle her huge stomach. They sat in silence for a few moments; Cassandra continued to concentrate on her digestive system, while Tim kept idly stroking his dick.
"Tim?" Cassandra finally speaks up, tapping her belly.
"Yes?" he replies, stopping his jerking in case he had somehow disturbed her.
"What is it like in there?" Cassandra asked. She began to rub her belly; for some reason, touching it felt really good.
"Oh, uh, wow," Tim said, starting to stroke his cock again, "it's really- ah- tight. Your stomach is squeezing me, and the walls are g-grinding against me, but it feels nice. Whatever you're doing, d-don't stop. But it's also soft; your stomach is almost like a sleeping bag. The water in here is up to my- my neck, and it's super warm from being in your body- like a hot bath, or a hot tub. The air is a bit muggy, but I can still breath. Sometimes saliva and other stuff drips down on me. It doesn't smell- well, it doesn't smell bad. I can actually still smell some of the breakfast Alfred cooked."
"I see," Cassandra said, continuing to rub her belly, "what about my mouth?"
"Oh, your mouth was really, uh, interesting," Tim said, his climax building, "your mouth was interesting; your tongue squirming against me felt weird; ticklish, but also kinda good too. Your- ah!- breath was also sorta ticklish, especially on my feet, but that went away pretty quick. Speaking of which, your breath smelt nice."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, no problem. Uh, your tongue was soft, and so was the back of your throat. But your palate- that's the top part of your mouth- and your teeth were hard. You scratched me a when you s-swallowed my a- my, uh, my butt."
"Sorry..."
"It's okay!" Tim said quickly, "There was so much going on that I hardly even noticed it."
"That's good. My throat?"
"Oh, phew," Tim said, fast approaching his second orgasm, "it was soft, softer than your stomach, but much tighter. Each time you swallowed, I could feel your throat rippling against my body. It was really, REALLY GOOD!" Tim said, raising his voice slightly as he came in Cassandra's belly; his load shot out into the water, the stream just barely tapping against Cassandra's stomach wall before it disappeared into the water.
Cassandra's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me! Why was your thing hard?"
Tim froze, his warm afterglow disappearing immediately as Cassandra asked why he had an erection when she swallowed him. It wasn't lost on the horny teenager on what had prompted the question, either; somehow, Cassandra had felt him cum in her stomach. "Uh, well Cass, it's just sort of a thing that happens with guys."
"Why?"
"There are various reasons," Tim explained, "sometimes it just happens for no reason. Other times, it's just because something made us feel good. We can get them when we're with someone we like, or-" Tim's eyes widened as he realized what he said, while Cassandra stared at the outline of the boy in her belly.
"Tim, do you... like me?
"...yes," he replied. It was the truth, something he felt that he owed her, at least; he didn't just like her body, but her personality as well. How brave, strong, and selfless she was, her strong moral code in spite of being by one of the worst fathers in the world as an assassin. Cassandra, to him, was an amazing woman. "That's why I wanted you to swallow me, Cassandra, so I could get closer to you." This was also true, though he omitted the fact that he also wanted to be swallowed for the shear eroticism of the experience.
"Oh, Tim," Cassandra smiled; leaning forward, squishing her perky breasts against the top of Tim's head in the process, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I like you too, Tim."
Tim smiled at her touching words.
"You're like a brother to me."
---
Down in the Batcave, Batman allowed a small smirk to cross his face as he listened to the audio feed as he finished typing one of the sections of the report. A few seconds later and it was gone, as he returned to his usual serious self. He began to type a message to Wonder Woman.
---
"Oh," Tim said, trying not to let his disappointment creep into his voice, "and you're like a sister to me, Cass." Tim was never more glad that he and Cassandra were adopted siblings, and not actually related.
Cassandra beamed at his words, hugging her belly a little tighter. Tim started to stroke the walls of Cassandra's belly, sending a shiver up her spine.
"Tim, that feels..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't..."
Cassandra's belly was starting to heat up now, and Tim was beginning to feel sweat on his brow in addition to the other liquids that he shared Cassandra's tummy with. Suddenly the water level dropped almost immediately to nothing, the water swiftly disappearing into Cassandra's intestines with a few wet gurgles. Tim's feet, which had been dragged into the sphincter, were being squished into the walls of Cassandra's intestines. "Uh, Cass?" Tim asked nervously.
"Sorry, I just lost control of my muscles for a few seconds. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but my feet aren't in your stomach anymore."
"Oh." Cassandra didn't know what to do with this information, so she tried to reverse what she had done, accidentally dragging Tim further into her gut, up to his knees.
"Woah!" Tim shouted, suddenly jerking forward; his legs were starting to enter the soft, tight, squishy sack that was Cassandra's small intestines, already forcing him to bend his legs as he reached the first curve.
"Tim, I don't think I can get you back into my stomach. I just tried and you went further in."
"That's okay, we'll just have to keep going. I'm still fine. I have an idea, though."
"What is it?"
"You should..."
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