No Dice. Into the Cock She Goes... Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 7 by 2kfsk

Franky was praying for a miracle when an extra aggressive press of Jason’s thumb on her back sent the girl barreling down into the slit.

“WHOAGHA—” The poor girl could only glub out nonsense; precum had invaded her nostrils with its potent, pollenated scent. But her yelp was staunched when her entire upper body was jammed into this bizarre, leaking crevice of fluid.

By now, Jason’s hand had gotten bored of massaging his cockhead, and for the first time in what felt like hours he left Franky to her own devices to jerk off the shaft. But this was cold comfort—in only a moment, Franky’s sense of sight, hearing, smell, and taste had all been co-opted by the gently gnawing tunnel of flesh that now surrounded her skull. “JASON!? JA—ACH” She coughed. She didn’t need more of the goop in her mouth and lungs; she already received plenty.

Franky tried kicking her legs randomly, but she only succeeded in tiring herself out. Her hands were, graciously, free from entrapment. So, she braced them on the flesh beside the entrance to this hole… and she pushed!

“Come… on! Come… ONGH!!”

For a moment, it seemed her head had been relinquished an inch.

“A-ha!” Franky cheered… but this was taking a lot of energy. Franky couldn’t keep it up forever. And when she stopped to rest:

Shhhhluuuurp…

“Huh? No, no-no! Not again! I was just kidding!!”

Whatever had engulfed Franky’s head seemed personally offended by her attempts to leave, and when Franky ceased her escape, it was taking great pains to ensure its prize had no chance of egress. A lewd peristalsis began. The muscles of Jason’s dick flexed and throbbed in perfect sync to begin ferrying Franky’s limp and exhausted body further down the shaft. She was so tired, and the air was so stale that she couldn’t even fight as her shoulders—her only means of escape—were effortlessly swallowed. Her torso came next, with all the pudge that entailed. Only when Franky’s butt had been subsumed did she girl’s second wind activate, and by then the only thing of import she could do was realize, futilely…

This thing is… really gonna eat me…!?

Franky had to squirm and twist and push and fight. She yanked her arms from her sides and aimed them forward. She tried with all her might to punch and batter the constraining, fleshy walls.

“No! I’m not food! Especially not for your private part!” Franky, frankly, had never considered that boys’ peepees needed food just like their mouths did. The implications were astounding… but that could be mulled over when she escaped this mess. An escape that, as her calves were slurped up by a ravenous dick, seemed less and less likely.

“No… NOOOOOOOO…JASON, JASON PLEASE! DON’T EAT ME LIKE THIS!?” If she had to get eaten, there was something additionally humiliating about this particular orifice being the one to do the job.

Franky’s screams went nowhere except deeper into her eventual tomb as the last of her ten toes were deliciously ingested into Jason’s cock. Finally swallowed, the shaft ferried the tiny girl down, down, down…

Franky was low.

She’d failed. Worse—she’d been swallowed! That wasn’t supposed to happen to intrepid girls like her! And soon she’d face a worse fate: digestion. Complete and utter disintegration. She’d be reduced to nutrients. She didn’t entirely understand it, or why boys had ravenous mouths on their special areas, but she knew that nothing good could possibly come of it, so making peace with her fate was the best decision to make right now.

Franky completed her transition through the urethra gently. Her body made barely a ripple as it left the shaft and entered the testes—and the thick pond of churning, white slime that filled them up to half. The first thing Franky did in this dark, murky crotch-stomach was turn and forcibly try to push her way back up through the dick, but that was about as plausible as swimming up a waterfall. Just like before, Franky ended up exhausting herself.

So, she stopped, and she took some deep gulps of the murky, humid air while trying to assess her surroundings.

The room Franky was in most reminded her of a hotel pool or, better yet, a hot tub. The milky goop she now waded was warm enough for it, to say nothing of the massive, wobbly bubbles growing and bursting in every direction. It was hard to tell just how big the pool was in the dark, but it seemed round. When Franky tried wading around the circumference it seemed roughly the size of her bedroom.

“So… do I just… wait in here to digest?” Franky had accepted her imminent death surprisingly quickly, and as far as death chambers went, this one was surprisingly comfortable. She reclined on the bed of cum (which, due to its volume and thickness, was remarkably easy to float atop) and murmured, “Fine by me, I guess. Might as well try and take a nap beforehand.”

Franky closed her eyes… God, something about this place really was impossibly comfortable. After contending with the outside world and its threats and perils, something about curling up inside this… nice, warm, comfy goo-pocket that evidently came standard issue with every boy’s junk… was especially attractive. When it wasn’t being forcibly shoved down her throat, the goop felt nice between her fingers and toes and comfy between her thighs. It had a bizarrely enticing scent, and it didn’t even taste all that bad!

Yep… This was a good place to stay for a while.