This choice: The shark positions its tailhole right above him. • Go Back... You thrash in confusion and panic, the sudden coldness of the water chilling you to the bone and further numbing you. The water blinds you, and you decide to try to swim up before you forget which way up is. Well, you didn't so much decide that as instinctively thrash upward in experiential panic. The cold water stung your every, not-well-adjusted bone as you swam desperately upwards- upwards towards the shark, who with an aroused grin, had positioned a puckered hole above your panicked head.
You blindly make a final panicked bolt upwards, and feel a tight, fleshy, and dirty slate of flesh wrap around your scalp, further alarming you as you reach upwards to find the source. You lay your hand on a familiar, soft substance- the flesh of a shark. You opened your eyes briefly, and, as much as the water burned your eyes, you were able to make something out- the base of a shark's tail. You were able to make that out briefly before it all went dark, a fleshy hole clenching tightly around your forehead as the shark murred in pleasure. It's tail gripped you as the muscles fluctuated around your forehead, pulling you in deeper. Just as you took what would have been your last breath, the shark enveloped your head, it's anus stretching around your chin as you took a deep breath. Big mistake. The stenches and tastes respectively assaulted your nose and eyes.
A large mix of emotions overcame you as your foggy brain realized what was happening. The shark had stuffed your head up it's anus. The emotions in the mix were mostly nausea and panic, but their was a disturbing bit of arousal. This arousal wasn't enough for you to come to terms with these events, so your struggles continued. The shark, however, was overcome with such girth, pulling you greedily deeper into it. It emitted a loud moan as its anus stretched to it's limit as it swallowed your shoulder, and you realized the shark didn't plan to stop. Not wanting to be an eternal shark dildo, your struggles doubled, but they only served to further pleasure the panting shark.
Your upper arms were pressed to your side as they were enveloped, leaving you to only be able to thrash your fingers around a bit and kick- which made the process much easier for the shark. The mix of emotions grew- and, as your fear escalated, do did your pleasure. The shark readily invited this pleasure, as was made obvious when you felt its tail pull off your pants, letting your pants drift away into the murky waters. Amidst your panic, you couldn't help but blush.
As it enveloped your chest, you, exhausted, gave up and went limp, letting the shark's anus advance further down your torso. The shark was slightly disappointed you ceased your struggles, but continued to push you deeper inside. As your waist entered, you couldn't help but moan as the fleshy walls of the sharks anus pressed tightly against and rubbed against your crotch. Your fear had subsided in comparison to your growing arousal- in your pleasure, you almost anticipated the moment the shark envelops you completely. That moment came soon, as it slid in your feet with it's tail. It's anus closed behind you, sealing your fate.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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