Broken Down

Broken Down


Tim, one of the new freshman recruits to California football and major in Vore Studies, was on his way back to LA from a day in the Sierra west of Lone Pine, when he passed an abandoned, broken down car and down the road a way, apparently the driver thumbing for a ride. Tim stopped, backed up, rolled down the passenger window and said,

“Need a lift?”

“Yeah,” answered Jon Neuman, a nice looking young white boy. “I think my water pump broke and maybe threw a rod too.”

“Where do you live?”

“Barstow. Do you think you could give me a ride? I’ll gladly pay you.”

“To Barstow? Well I’m going back to LA, and that’s kind of out of my way.”

“I’ll pay you mister. Really. Do anything. Make it worth your while. I just gotta get back home.”

“You have friends in Barstow?”

“Just my girlfriend. But she lives in San Bernardino.”

“You want me to take you there instead?” Tim asked.

“Yeah that would be cool.”

“OK. Hop in.”

Jon opened the door, slid in the seat, and Tim took off down the road to Lone Pine.

Jon was a nice looking jock; muscular and fit, but not the brightest lad.

After about twenty minutes of casual conversation, Jon’s attention was drawn to Tim’s crotch by the huge bulge in his jeans. Tim glanced at just the right time to see Jon staring, and that began to turn him on. Jon was a really handsome young man, muscular and beefy. Tim took one hand off the steering wheel and began to rub his bulge, knowing it was turning Jon on.

Jon felt his heart rate increase and his dick began to swell into a boner.  Tim touched the screen of his on board computer to boot the molecular realignment pulse that shrank molecular space in living organisms.


“You like guys?” Tim asked.

“Yeah.”

“Ever been with a guy before?”

“No. But I’m kinda curious about it.”

Tim slowed down and turned on a little dirt road.

“Where you going?” Jon asked.

“I know a place up here that’s private and secluded, and since we’re here, and I see you’re interested, maybe we can have a little boy to boy fun.”

“Is it true what they say about black guys?” Jon asked.

“What? What do they say?”

“That you guys are hung with bigger dicks than white guys.”

Tim reached over and pressed his hand on Jon’s boner.

“Nice!”

Jon reached over and put his hand on Tim’s bulge. He was a little surprised by the intense heat coming through Tim’s clothing, and then as he squeezed his hand, realized that Tim had a monster dick. He reached with his other hand and pulled Tim’s button fly open, exposing his white briefs. He pressed his hand on Tim’s dick as they pulled into a camping spot in some willows and cottonwoods by the stream flowing down off the Sierra. Tim turned the motor off, pushed his seat back and reclined it. Jon was on him with urgency because he fantasized for years about meeting a black guy with whom he could be intimate once and maybe answer his curiosity.

Tim raised his ass up off the seat and pulled down his jeans so they crumpled around his ankles on the floor of the car. Then he and Jon together pulled down his briefs, exposing his eleven inch penis, almost two and a half inches thick.

“Holy fuck!” Jon said. “It’s huge!”

“Not really,” Tim said. “It’s kind of average for us.”

“Buddy, I never saw a dick that big and thick!”

Jon wrapped his hand around the shaft and pumped the loose skin up and down over the rock hard shaft, defined by a network of veins that looked like bolts of an angry lightning storm. It was so thick he could not close his fingers to his thumb, intensely hot and very heavy. He cupped his hand over Tim’s balls, feeling the two testicles floating in a plump, soft cushion of fat.

“Go ahead and suck it, white boy. Believe me, as horny as I am right now, this won’t take long.”

Jon kissed the tip of Tim’s dick and traced the sulcous rim with his tongue, He licked his way down the shaft just to get the full scope of Tim’s huge size. He kissed and sucked Tim’s testicles one at a time, and then worked his way back up to the head, which by that time was oozing so much precum, it dripped on Tim’s belly.

Tim moaned when Jon sucked the head of his penis into his mouth and began to pump up and down over the sensitive flesh where the head and shaft joined together. Jon’s lips felt like tight pussy, only his tongue added a sensation Tim loved. Jon rubbed his tongue over Tim’s frenulum, smearing the salty precum over the taste buds to savor the bittersweet masculine taste of his penis preparing to discharge semen. Tim grasped Jon’s head in his hands like a quarterback taking the ball from the center snap and flexed the powerful muscles of his ass in fucking rhythm. He slid his penis into Jon’s throat, almost making the boy gag, until his nose was buried in the soft, kinky black mat of pubic hair. The scent of Tim’s masculine pubes and negro body chemistry penetrated Jon’s nostrils, making his little man nipples stand up rock hard along with his penis. Tim reached and slid one hand down Jon’s belly, into his jeans, where he wrapped his fingers around Jon’s boner. Jon pumped his dick through the grip of Tim’s fingers and quickly reached climax. Tim felt the slippery semen shoot from Jon’s penis, lubricating his hand. As predicted, Tim quickly reached climax and ejaculated in Jon’s mouth. Jon’s hand gripped the base of Tim’s penis, where he felt the massive contractions of pelvic muscle squeeze the semen into the penis, where it rippled in long, thick streams to spew from the hole, splatter on the roof of Jon’s mouth and drip off to cover Jon’s tongue with the intense, salty flavor of black male cum. It tasted bitter, but Jon liked it anyway, and swallowed it.

“Kiss me.” Tim said to Jon. Jon climbed over the reclined seat and planted his lips on Tim’s. The stubble of Tim’s whiskers made his facial skin feel like sandpaper, but his thick negro lips were so plump and soft, Jon literally melted into them. Tim wrapped his arms around Jon in a lovers embrace, and while they kissed deeply, Tim pressed his finger to turn on the dashboard computer. Derrick’s sonic pulse reduction program was auto loaded, and when ready, Tim pulled away from the kiss just long enough to say the word “engage. “

As the silent, invisible pulse surged into Jon’s body, he was unaware of the molecular change rapidly shrinking his body, for his eyes were entirely shut during the long, deep kiss of this total stranger whom he just met less than an hour earlier. Tim sucked in Jon’s entire head and washed his face and hair with his tongue, coating it with sticky saliva. If it didn’t feel so damn good, Jon might have opened his eyes and realized the serious situation he was in. But he didn’t, and while Tim pulled the oversized shirt, jeans and briefs off Jon’s shrinking body and casually tossed them on the passenger side floor, he sucked Jon’s feet through his lips, effortlessly rolled him around between the rows of perfect, white molar teeth, coating him with sufficient lubricating saliva.

Tim’s stomach was already secreting gastric juices in anticipation when he moved Jon around with his tongue and positioned his body. As Jon began to slide over the hump of Tim’s tongue, it swelled in a reflex that pinned Jon to the rear wall of Tim’s throat. His body stuck to the hot mucous membrane by sticky saliva, and then slowly slid down between the tongue and epiglottis which blasted exhalations of hot, humid jock breath into Jon’s face. But then Tim held his breath for a moment as his tongue squeezed Jon so his head touched the epiglottis, which lowered like a flesh drawbridge and cut off the deep suck of sweet air. Tim’s esophagus opened with a sickening soft suck and the smooth muscle of swallowing peristalsis squeezed Jon into a bolus that carried him down. Tim swallowed Jon whole and alive.

About twenty seconds later, with his hand on his belly, Tim felt the sensation of Jon’s body slide into his stomach, making a little, winding gurgle like an old fashioned watch being wound up. Jon’s body felt warm and filling. The sensation became slightly nauseous when Tim felt Jon trying to move.

Jon’s eyes were wide open, but all he could see was a very deep, dull reddish glow coming from everywhere. Everything he touched was coated in deep, thick mucus slime, and the odor, like vomit, made Jon sick. Not used to semen in his stomach, Jon was already nauseous from that, and the combination with the gastric odors of Tim’s stomach made Jon wretch. He vomited, unaware that he was just adding his own partly digested meal to Tim’s.

“Where am I?” Jon asked after he emptied his stomach and began to feel a little better. “Sorry dude, I didn’t mean to lose my lunch. Gawd it smells bad.”

“No worries.” Tim said.

The sound of his voice was almost supernaturally resonant and seemed to come from everywhere. Jon reached for the window button or door handle of Tim’s car, not yet comprehending what happened or where he was. He rubbed his hand over the tough, rubbery folds of stomach ruggae, trying to believe it was the upholstery of Tim’s seat. But the intense heat, sour odor, and an amplified heart beat pounding above him, and surges of hot blood pumping through the large arteries feeding Tim’s stomach pressed his mind with total confusion. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there.

“Tim?” Jon asked.

“Yes Jon?”

“Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m right here.”

“I can’t see you. Where are you?”

“Right here, Jon.”

Jon tried to follow Tim’s voice, which was unusually loud and resonant, conducted through all the flesh and bone of his torso. Tim’s stomach was filling with more gastric juices in which Jon wallowed, unaware of what they were or would do. He managed to get turned around in Tim’s stomach just when the jock squeezed his abs and belched out the bubbles of air he swallowed along with Jon.

The hair on the nape of Jon’s neck and back stood up as a chill went through his body. Not only did he hear Tim belch, he felt it. He felt Tim’s stomach contract hard just before the jock belched, and now he was being squeezed by something very hot, slimy and powerful. He lay still, listening, feeling his body being squeezed by the hot, wet walls of Tim’s stomach.

“Tim?”

“Yeah Jon.”

“Where are we?”

I’m in my car, and I’m driving back down the road to Lone Pine.”

“I can’t see any of that Tim. I don’t think we are.”

“Trust me Jon, we’re on the road to Lone Pine. Don’t you hear the motor of my car?”

Jon lay still, listening. Almost once per second he heard colossal, deep booms in pairs of strokes, that sounded like heartbeats. There were other noises Jon could not identify coming from the internal organry of Tim's body. Ominous noises came from Tim's intestines underneath Jon.



“I hear a heartbeat.”

“That’s me, Jon.”

“We were just kissing, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, that was almost a half hour ago.”

“A half hour?” Jon was really confused.

“Where are we going?”

“Lone Pine. Tomorrow I’ll head on in to LA, and stop in San Bernardino at your girlfriend’s place.”

“Why tomorrow?”

“I’m kind of sleepy, Jon. I just had a great orgasm and a nice meal, and I am feeling too sleepy to drive into town tonight.”

Jon was worried, scared, confused, and didn’t know where he was.”

“Are you sure?” he asked Tim.

“Where are we? Really!”

“We’re pulling into the Best Western Plus Frontier Motel, and I’m gonna get a room.”

“What about me? I can’t see anything Tim. None of that. What happened. Where am I?”

“You really want to know?” Tim asked.

“Yeah. I think I’m sick Tim. I can’t see anything- it’s blood red everywhere, with wrinkled pink wiggly things all around me, and everything I touch feels gross. I’m sweaty and really hot. I’m burning up Tim. My skin is all tingly and burning, and it’s hard to breathe. I feel like something is squeezing me really hard, and I think I have vertigo or something. It feels like I am being moved around, turned upside down, squeezed, churned and crushed. I hear your voice, and it’s really loud, like it’s all around me or something.”

“It is.”

Tim got out of the car and walked into the motel office. His belly moved with an athletic grace, gently rocking Jon inside as if he was suspended in a comfortable hammock.

“That feels good! What are you doing Tim?

“Walking, Jon.”

“Are you carrying me?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Wow. Thanks man! You are so nice to me. First you pick me up from where I was stranded, and then you let me suck the best dick I ever saw, and now that I’m sick with whatever this is, you’re taking care of me. I owe you man. “

“May I help you?” asked the grizzled old proprietor of the Lone Pine Motel.

“Yeah, I want a room for tonight.”

“How many people?”

“One. Just me.”

“Hey Tim! Don’t forget me. Make that two.”

“There are two of you?” asked the proprietor.

“No, just me.”

“Tim! Don’t forget me!”

“Who said that?” asked the proprietor.

“Nobody.”

“I said it!” Jon shouted.

The proprietor stared at Tim’s belly with the strangest, most perplexed look on his face.

“Where are you from?” he asked Tim.

“L.A.”

“You work in show business?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well mister, you should! You are the best ventriloquist I ever seen or heard. “

“Thank you, but that wasn’t me.”

“Who was it then? Got a dummy in your stomach?”

“Yep.”

“Hey! Tim! That’s not very nice.”

“Wow mister. That is remarkable. I didn’t even see your lips move. You paying by credit card?”

“Nope. Cash. How much is the room?”

“Thirty two fifty plus tax. Comes to thirty five eighty five total.”

“Here’s fifty. Keep the change pal.”

“Thanks mister. You’re a real nice fellow. Here’s the key. You’re in room six, down at the end. There’s a diner next door, serves breakfast, lunch and dinner- real good food too.”

“Thanks mister. I’m not hungry right now. Maybe later.”

“Suit yourself.”

“Hey Tim! I’m hungry. I could really use some food.”

“Maybe the dummy wants dinner? Does he have a name?”

“Yeah, he’s Jon. I don’t think he’ll be needing to eat; he’s not feeling too well, but thanks anyway.”

Tim turned and walked out the door, once again carrying Jon in the mesmerizing swing and grip of his flexing belly, gently being squeezed in his stomach.

“How are you feeling Jon?” Tim asked as he scooted back into his car.

“Really hot, sweaty and sticky. Fuck I really need to shower, but I still can’t see. Everything is still deep, deep, blood red, almost dark. Is it getting dark?”

“Yeah. Sun is setting behind the mountains right now.”

“I wish I could see it. I bet it’s pretty.”

“You know, you’re a pretty tough little white boy.” Tim said.

“Why do you say that?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah. Am I gonna get my vision back. Do you think this fever is gonna break?”

“It isn’t a fever, and you’re not blind Jon.”

“What’s happening? Where am I?”

“Hold on Jon, I’m parking the car. I’ll tell you when we’re in the room, OK?”

“Sure. Man it is really hot. I am burning up. So sweaty and sticky. Like I’m in a cocoon or something. My skin itches and is burning hot. I can’t feel my legs.”

Tim walked into the motel room and turned the air conditioner up to high. Then he picked up the TV remote, switched it on and surfed channels while reading the provided cable menu.

“Ah, man that air conditioning feels great!”

“I can’t feel it.”

“I bet not.”

Tim sat down on the bed and lay back, propping up the pillows so he could watch TV.

“How you doing? Tim asked Jon. “Are you still alive?”

“Yeah, I’m still alive. Everything is dark now, and I can’t feel my feet or legs anymore. Otherwise it’s just the same. You were gonna tell me something… oh yeah, what’s happening?”

“They’re talking about the election. You want to watch that, or some sports?”

“I can’t see Tim. Sh!” OK, I can hear the TV, but it’s really muffled. “

Just then Tim’s stomach contracted in a very powerful peristaltic wave that squeezed Jon all the way down through the gastric lake, into the far end. But the pylorus snapped shut and as the gastric juices bubbled and rumbled in a noisy gurgle, Jon was squeezed back up the other direction, into the fundus. Tim slipped off his shoes and socks, lifted his butt and slid his pants and briefs down to his ankles, and then kicked them off onto the floor. He pulled off the half shirt too, so he lay naked on top of the comforter. As he crunched his belly to remove his shirt, the pressure squeezed Jon in a crushing grip, and once again he was moved through the sticky slime into the end of Tim’s stomach, stopped by the pylorus, and slid uncontrollably through the hot slime back down into the lake of gastric juices.

“Gawd, Tim. Whatever this stuff is, it really burns. It feels like some kind of muscle ointment or salve. Feels kind of good though, except it smells like puke. I feel you rubbing it on me. Thanks man. You’re so good to me, man. I owe you.  I’m getting sleepy, and I’m really tired. You go ahead and watch whatever you want. I think I’m gonna just curl up here and go to sleep. “

“Before you go to sleep, I want to tell you something.”

“Sure dude. I hope I feel better when I wake up.”

“There is nothing wrong with you Jon. But you’re not gonna wake up. You’re in my stomach.”

There was a long pause during which the only sounds in the room came from the air conditioner, the TV, and the gurgling rumble from his stomach. Oh yes, his heartbeat, but like the noises of his digestive system, only he and Jon could hear them.

“Your what?” Jon asked in a croaky, raspy, gravelly voice.

"You're in my stomach, and tonight, while I sleep in the comfort of this nice air conditioning, you are going to be digested. Your family line is coming to an end in the most gruesome, horrible and fascinating way possible. In fact, some of you is already mine. The puke you smell is you. The hot sticky slime you feel are my gastric juices coating your body, and the tingling burn on your skin is where my stomach acid is dissolving your skin away. Some of you is already turning into chyme. Your legs and feet down in the gastric pit, immersed in the lake of my gastric juices may already be partly digested. That's why you can't feel them, and can't move."

“Tim! You can’t do this! People aren’t supposed to do that! Let me out. I’ll pay you. Make it worth your while. You said you were gonna take me to my girlfriend’s house in San Bernardino. Are you a liar?”

“No Jon. I’m not a liar. I will take you to your girlfriend’s house. I promise. I’ll dump you off there, but before I do that, I’m gonna try and fuck her. Your wallet is right here beside me, and I’m looking at her picture right now, jacking off to it. She’s a sexy blonde white girl, and they’re my favorites to fuck. Your girl ever get fucked by black dick before? Of course not. She’s still your girl. But when I get through with her, she’ll be my ho, and I’m gonna try and knock her up too. Grow a nice black baby in that hot belly of hers, and we’ll name it for you, Jon.”

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“Well, that isn’t too nice for you. In about four or five hours, my stomach will be churning really hard, dissolving the last lumps and chunks of flesh stripped from your bones. Then while I am asleep, and you’re all soupy and steamy hot, my stomach will begin pumping you into my intestines. The little white boy is gonna feed the big black boy. I’m gonna take all your proteins, fats and nutrients and absorb them into my body in the ultimate suck. You’re gonna be some fat and muscle on my belly, fat and muscle on my ass, and some of you will be turned into cum. By the time I’m fucking your girl tomorrow, some of you will be in my cum, and I’m gonna ejaculate you from my big black dick. If I am lucky, I’ll be fucking… let’s see –

Tim pulled out the senior portrait picture of the girl and turned it around to look at the back side.

“Tammy. Oh my goodness, what’s this?”

Tim found another picture of Tammy behind her face portrait; an upper body shot of her nude.

“Nice! Oh man, her tits are perfect. I gotta fuck this girl and make her my ho.”

“Tim! Let me out! Don’t do this! Please. This can’t be happening. Please wake me upTim. I’m having a really bad dream. I must really be sick. That’s it. God, it smells like puke everywhere. I feel like I’m laying in it.”

“Even if I wanted to let you out now, Jon, I can’t. You’re too big. Besides that, I think some of you has already been digested. No, the best thing now is for me to just continue what I’m doing, and tomorrow I promise I’ll let you out in San Bernardino.”

“Am I gonna make it until then?”

“Believe me Jon, you’re not going anywhere else. You’re stuck in my body for the next twenty four hours.”

“This doesn’t feel like a twenty four hour bug or flu Tim. I never felt like this. It’s weird.  I feel like I have to get out of here. How am I gonna get out of here?”

“You don’t know?”

“Oh god! Not that!”

“Yes. That.” Just think of it as the end of our long, long kiss. Think of it as a long kiss that began at my lips and won’t end until you stretch my anus wide open and slowly hiss and crackle as I squeeze you out into your girlfriend’s toilet. When my stomach pumps you into my small intestine, the constant gurgle and rumble from that forbidden part of my belly between my navel and penis serves as the sign you are mine, and I will reward your dedication and devotion in a day or so."

“I’m going to be turned into shit?”

“Not just shit, Jon. My shit. You’re gonna be black boy shit slowly crackling from a deep black bubble butt. You’re gonna stretch my anus wide open and look so hot as I squeeze your remains out of my black bubble butt. In a day or so, when your remains are squeezed into my rectum, my anus will open with a sucking gasp and hiss of gas and stretch into a wide yawn. My rectum will contract to push your remains through. What began as an erotic deep kiss that turned into a swallow, will end with a kiss goodbye by the salty, hot lips of my anus, when they draw back to pull strands of vile, yellow mucus over the glistening remains of mucky nuggets and waste in which your lifeless, dead, blanched, hollow, acid-scarred bones are embedded. As my feces slowly crackles out in a solid, compacted turd, the log may begin to crack and break apart from the pressure. Chunks of your remains may fall into the water with heavy, plunking splashes.

Your remains stretch my anus until the lips are drawn thin as if giving birth. I grunt and push, and then in a tremendous push find relief as the thickest part passes through and I enjoy the crackling hiss as my big turd slides into the toilet.

Not done, when my blood stream has carried what of you my intestines took to metabolize as protein in my muscles, and fat in my scrotum from which my testicles will make sperm, and fat deposited on my belly and my ass to keep me warm, large and smooth, the waste of that metabolism will have a date with my penis. Part of you will leave my body as hot, salty, amber yellow piss, covering the surface of the water of your girlfriend's toilet with rafts of foamy white bubbles.

Still not done with you, something- perhaps eating somebody else will compel me to masturbate and ejaculate several ropy oozes of cum, taste of which will remind me of you, because your fats were used to make it. You will look good on my dick, a submissive little white guy clinging in sticky polymer bonds, reflecting the light of day in glistening, mother-of-pearl drops of my hot cum. But worry not, because I won't waste you that way.

I’ll probably get a boner from shitting you, but since I’ll be at your girlfriend’s place, instead of jackin off,  I’ll just fuck her instead while you float in the toilet, cooling off before I flush. I might not flush, but leave it for her to flush. Maybe she’ll sit down and piss on you. Maybe some of my cum will drip out from her pussy and float with you before she flushes.  See what your broken down car led to? It was lucky for you I stopped. You could still be out there, stranded, alone, cold, shivering. Instead you are in my sexy belly, nice and hot, a nice place for a loser white boy to curl up in and go to sleep.”

“Why are you doing this to me, Tim? I thought you were my friend.”

“Because I can. Don’t take this wrong, because I’m not racist, but I prefer eating white boy. White boy tastes so good and feel so good in my belly. First time I ever ate white boy, I knew I had to make it a regular part of my diet. I think it’s kind of the same thing why women prefer black guys for fucking. We’re better at it, have bigger dicks, and know how to turn women into hos. Little white boys make better food for black guys. We convert you into good, solid muscle and increase our sperm production from a diet of white boy. So in the long run, it all works out for the best.”

“For the best? I’m gonna be a turd, Tim. That’s not why I came up here to the mountains. I didn’t want to go back home in your stomach, or anybody’s stomach.”

“Not just any turd. You’re gonna be my turd. You should see the logs I dump. They’re almost babies I give birth to, especially when I eat white boy. You make real ass hole stretchers that make me work up a nice sweat. Usually takes me several minutes of deep breathing, relaxation, and grunting pushes to get you where it all slides out so nice and smooth. I tend to be a little constipated too, and that always makes you boys look like you’ve been through hell when I look at you floating in the toilet after it’s over.”

“Don’t we sink?”

“Now you’re talkin’ like a real turd. Eventually, yet. But out turds are full of gas too, so you float until the gas bubbles out. Then you sink, if we don’t flush first.”

“Fart gas?”

“Yeah, you could call it that, I guess.”

“What are you doing, Tim? It actually feels kind of nice. It’s rocking me to sleep.”

“Jackin’ off. This pic of Tammy is giving me a really big, hard boner right now. How does it feel in my stomach?”

Jon’s voice was really raspy. His hands and feet were badly dissolved, finger and toe flesh stripped to the bone. Peristalsis churned it with gastric juices until it was creamy chyme stew, and then was pumped into Tim’s intestines. Jon laid in a fetal position listening to the constant, visceral gurgle from bubbles of trapped gas from the digestion of his own tissues as they were squeezed through the gauntlet of Tim’s small intestine, unaware how far digestion already progressed. He was resigned to letting Tim do it, totally unable to fight back and defend himself, or escape to prevent it. His destiny lay ahead as the sour, manstink waste Tim would expel from his body through his anus and penis.

Strangely the euphoria of oxygen deprivation and crushing squeeze of rippling peristalsis felt good to Jon, as did the gently rocking slosh of gastric juices. His slime-covered stumps of arms and legs didn’t hurt-  hot and tingly as his flesh was dissolved and digested, while Tim masturbated. Jon couldn’t feel Tim’s legs kicking and twitching as the sensation pressure built up in the deep bass bulb of his penis. Tim didn’t directly feel the vibrating twitch of Jon’s arm and leg stumps, but the sensation made his belly feel warm and good. While the sensation of Jon in his stomach was pleasurable, it wasn’t why Tim was so horny. Jon thought about Tammy and the nude from the waist up picture behind her high school senior face portrait Tim found and was using to jack off. Tammy’s tits were the most perfect, perky tits, round and full with swollen, upward pointing nipples. Jon didn’t want Tim to touch his girl, let alone fuck her. But he was overwhelmed by the sticky, slimy situation he was in, and once again, concluded it was a bad dream, wasn’t real, and he was just sick and delirious. Jon floated in euphoria while Tim’s stomach mercilessly digested his body.

Tim could not wait to fuck Tammy. When he began to moan and he almost still, body trembling as he crossed the pleasure threshold, Jon didn’t hear or feel the drops of hot, sticky, pearly white semen ejaculate from Tim’s penis, splattering softly all the way up his belly to his chest. Long trails of glistening, thick cum contrasted with the deep black brown of his skin, all leading directly to his penis. That much cum meant Tim was a superior breeder. He was a dangerous fuck, especially if the girl wasn’t protected.

Tim fell asleep, and forgot about Jon. About midnight, Tim’s stomach finished its part of Jon’s digestion and squeezed in powerful , downward rippling contractions to squirt the creamy white boy chyme into the small intestine for absorption. In between peristaltic waves, the soupy chyme was covered with foamy bubbles of gas on the surface, and clung to the deeply wrinkled stomach walls. When clumps of bubbles and soft, dissolved  meat lumps were sucked down into the small intestine, strange, loud rumbles pierced the silent darkness of the lonely motel room. Directly above where Jon was being pumped through Tim’s small intestine, Tammy’s nude picture lay on Tim’s belly, right beside his big, black penis. A large clump of thick niggah cum ate away at the image, almost as if the sperm was trying to make the picture pregnant. By half past midnight, only Jon’s bones remained in Tim’s stomach, fizzing in the clear pool of strong acid attacking and breaking down the hard calcium. One by one, they were squeezed through the pylorus into the duodenum, bathed in powerful brown and yellow bile, gall and pancreatic juices to neutralize the stomach acid and break down any fats into absorbable fatty acids.

Tim awoke next morning refreshed and renewed. While his small intestine finished up squeezing the last of Jon’s badly acid blanched bones into the colon, he showered and walked over to the diner for breakfast. By eight thirty, he was on the Three Flags highway, cruising toward Cajon Pass and San Bernardino. He merged onto I-15, and sailed over the pass. As he descended into the warm, lush and sultry LA basin, he called up the GPS on his car computer.

I want to go to Apartment 7, Creekside Village in San Bernardino.

The sensual, sultry woman’s voice from the computer said, “From the 10 Freeway, exit at Waterman Ave. north. Head north on Waterman Ave. about 3 miles to 3rd Street. Turn right on 3rd Street and we'll be ahead on the right.”

“No, I need directions from I-15.”

“Yes dear. Head southwest on I-15 South, toward Exit 116. Take Exit 115B for California 210 East. Merge onto California 210 East and take Exit 76 for Waterman Avenue. Turn right onto North Waterman Avenue, then turn left onto East 3rd Street. We’ll be on your right.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, dear. May I ask why you are going there? That is residence of Tammy Brown. Do you know Tammy?”

“Not yet, but I’m hoping to know her really well by tonight.”

“How well?”

“Dayum computer! You are a nosy bitch. If you must know, I’m going there to fuck Tammy.”

During the drive, Jon was slowly being squeezed up Tim’s ascending colon, and then across the transverse colon, losing all the water and having the last remaining bits of his remains turned into vitamins Tim was absorbing. By the time he arrived, the first nuggets of feces were piling up against the lip, just above his rectum. He walked to the door, rang the bell, and introduced himself to Tammy. She was even prettier than the picture.

“Hi. I’m Tim and I play football for California. I know Jon. He sent me over to see you.”

“Did Jon do that? Wow! I can’t believe he got you. Come on in.”

Tammy unchained the safety and let Tim into her apartment.

“Would you like something to eat?”

“Sure. Or better yet, why don’t I take you out? Where would you like to go?”

“Jon and me never eat out. Things are hard, and we don’t to save money. Anywhere?”

“Anywhere you want.”

“Well I don’t want to take advantage of this, so let’s just go grab a burger at In and Out.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Then we can come back here and take it from there.

The couple went to In and Out, ate, and were back at Tammy’s apartment a little before 3 p.m.

It was just about twenty four hours since Jon kissed Tim and ended up being swallowed alive as Tim’s Sunday dinner. His remains were entirely in Tim’s descending colon, the leading end swollen into a thick, blunt log of feces nuggets and coils shaped by the pressure of the jock’s colon.

Back in the apartment, Tim said, “Tammy, you are the sexiest girl I ever saw. I know this may be a little bold, and you can say no, but I’d really like to fuck you.”

Tammy stared at Tim with disbelief. No boy ever propositioned her like that, so up front and direct. She thought about Jon. But Tim was really handsome, with big muscles, a thick jock neck and maybe more. Tammy was more than curious about that. She was horny for it. Tim wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in against his body, then craned his head down as she lifted hers up and their lips locked together. She melted into his, because they were so thick and soft.

“I’ve never been with a black guy before.” She said.

“I’ll be gentle, if this is your first time.”

She slipped her hand down Tim’s pants and felt his penis for the first time. He was so much bigger than Jon. She trembled as he undressed her, exposing her beautiful tits, more lovely than in the picture. Once she was naked, Tim pushed her back on the sofa and knelt to spread her legs and lick her clit. Tammy loved the feeling of Tim’s tongue penetrating into her hot, wet pussy, tickling her clit. After several hot minutes when she was so wet, she was dripping, Tim said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Tammy led him by the hand, watching his huge, erect penis stiffly swing back and forth, stiff, erect and upright as they climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to her loft bedroom.

Tim’s penis was thick as a beer can when he mounted Tammy for the first time, and he slowly, rhythmically pumped , pushing in deeper with every stroke. As first his penis stretched Tammy’s pussy so bad, it made her tightly stretched lips sting. But as his precum and her skene mixed, the slippery lubrication made him slide more easily, and the sting evaporated into the most intensely hot and pleasurable fuck Tammy ever felt from a boy. She knew from experience, why when girls go black, they never go back. In just over one minute, her vagina snapped from the stretch and she screamed with an intense, g-spot climax orgasm while clawing at Tim’s back.

Tim was so horny, in just four minutes of fucking he reached climax, and more than a dozen times he slammed his pelvic belly against hers, driving his ten inches deep to ejaculate nine full ropes of hot semen.

“Did you come? Tammy asked.

“Yeah girl, I just came.”

“Let me clean you off, OK? Climb up here and let me suck your dick.”

Tim pulled his softening penis out and straddled her tits while rubbing the head of his dick across Tammy’s lips. He squeezed the shaft and forced on last pearl drop of cum to ooze from the hole, onto Tammy’s tongue. She slurped her lips around the head and spread the cum across her taste buds, licking the tip of Tim’s penis.

“Mmm mister, you’ve got the sweetest tasting cum! You taste just like Jon.”

Tammy had no idea Jon was there with them, tightly gripped by the deepest coil of Tim’s colon, squeezed and dried until the feces cracked from the powerful flex of Tim’s ass while he fucked Tammy.

They snuggled together, Tammy listening to Tim talk mostly about football and how well the Golden Bears were doing this season.

“Shut up Tim, and fuck me again.” She said. In less than one minute, his penis was rock hard and throbbing, ready to go, although his nuts were a little sore. This time she sat on top where she could control her drive better, and managed to get almost twenty solid minutes of bump and grind fucking done before Tim came. Tammy lost count of how many orgasms she had- they were all strung together too, so it felt like one continuous, giant orgasm.

“Dinner?” Tim asked. “My treat. Ever been to the Brandin Iron?”

“No. It’s too expensive.”

“Come on. Let’s go. We can take a drive up to the Rim of the World and watch the sunset, then come down the back way and we’ll be right there at the Brandin Iron.

Tammy sat in the same seat Jon sat in, Tim’s cum leaking out from her pussy, oozing onto the car seat. They reached Rim of the World Drive and watched the sun set, although because of the haze, they could not make out the ocean until the ball of the sun actually sank below the watery horizon.

Tammy ate an eight ounce medium rare ribeye, and Tim had a twelve ounce cut, with beans, potato and salad. On the way back to Tammy’s place, his stomach quickly pulverized the hapless chunk of cow, and as they walked through the front door, he felt the stimulus begin movement of his bowels.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Tim asked.

“Right by the stairs. I’m going on up to freshen up for bed.

“I gotta take a dump. I’ll be up as soon as I’m finished.”

“My pussy will be hot and waiting for you.”

Tim closed the door, locked it out of habit, and out of respect for what his hos always told him, he put the seat down. Right away he ripped a loud male fart and then as Jon was squeezed into his rectum, the perineal floor between Tim’s bubble butt cheeks deformed from the pressure, pushed into a dome atop which were the thickening lips of his puckered anus. With a sickening hiss, his anus opened and stretched into a wide yawn as the stinking brown nuggets of feces pushed against it. Tim paused to relax a moment and get a good breath, and then grunted to push, forcing the thick turd to open his anus as wide as could be. Jon’s remains slowly emerged and slid with a sticky crackle from glistening mucus wiped over the surface by the hot lips of his anus. Strands of mucus were stretched across the fissures between nuggets of feces, stained yellowish brown by the broken down digestive juices, dehydrated into a thick, pasty sludge. A few of Jon’s bones were visible, embedded in Tim’s feces. Tim grunted and pushed harder, and then, just like a climax orgasm, he felt a body-wide tingle of relief as the thickest part of his turd slide through his anus and the log oozed from his black ass onto the clean white lid of Tammy’s toilet. Tim stood up and wiped. He paused for a moment, looking at Jon’s remains in Tammy’s toilet. He knew exactly what they were.

“Welcome home, Jon. I told you I would drop you off at your girlfriend’s place, and now you’re here. She was a hot fuck. I fucked her twice, and I’m gonna fuck her again just as soon as I’m done with you.”

Tim aimed his penis down into the sink bowl and squirted a pint of hot amber urine into the drain.  He closed the drain to make a piss pool in the sink. His hot piss added a different stink to the room. Foamy bubblesfloated like a raft on the disturbed surface. Tiny traces of metabolized Jon floated in the hot niggah piss. Jon was totally under the involuntary control of Tim’s ass and dick. Tim wiped and paused for a moment. Tim blew Jon a kiss goodbye.

“Bye Jon.” He said softly.

When Tim walked into Tammy’s bedroom, his dick was stiff and ready to fuck No. 3.

“Did I heard you talking to someone?” Tammy asked.

“Yeah it was Jon.”

“Jon’s here?”  Tammy asked, somewhat startled because she didn’t want him to know she was sleeping with Tim.

“Don’t worry bitch. He doesn’t care. He’s all stanky, so I left him down in the bathroom.”

“Tammy relaxed, and leaned back against her army of comfy pillows as she spread her legs to receive Tim and his big, swinging black dick. Tim didn’t notice the particularly sticky, tacky feel as he fingered deep in Tammy’s pussy, warming her up for his big dick. She just ovulated and the egg cell passing up into her fallopian tube was already immersed in a sea of swimming sperm, pushing against the huge gamete until one finally wiggled through and the DNA from its head unwound like a super coiled watch spring, filling the inside of her egg cell with nebulous male DNA. Overnight it became a zygote, and Tammy was pregnant with Tim’s baby, knocked up by cum made from Jon’s digested body.

Tammy wrapped her legs around Tim’s torso while he fucked her, grinding and flexing her pussy to massage the huge black dick in effort to milk his sore balls of every sperm cell they could produce. Fats in Tim’s testicles with Jon’s traces in them were about half depleted, causing his testicles to swing and slap the pale, creamy flesh white moons of Tammy’s firm ass. The sheet under her ass was stained with the marks of their love making.


In the morning, Tammy woke first and went downstairs to the bathroom. When she opened the door, the odor and sight of what Tim left disgusted her. She yelled upstairs, “Tim! What the fuck did you do in my bathroom?”

“What? What’s the matter?”

“There’s a turd on the lid of the toilet seat, and the sink is full of piss. Did you do this?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“My mama always told me to put the lid down when I shit in a ladies toilet.”

“Seat, Tim. The seat. You don’t put the lid down and shit on it!”

“Oops! Sorry.”

“Men! Tammy exclaimed. But she couldn’t be really mad at Tim. He was the best fuck she ever had.

She wrapped toilet tissue around Jon and lifted his remains from where Tim left them. Her curiosity overcame her repulsion as she took a closer look. She never before paid attention to turds, and this was a male turd from her new lover. It was hard and heavy, but chilly at room temperature. She looked closely at the chunks and nuggets, with amazement at how completely Tim had digested what ever that meal was. “Looks like you’ve had better days,” she said to the turd. “It was unfortunate you met up with Tim, because look at you now. His beautiful body made a real mess out of you. You really look like you’ve been through hell. “

Tammy felt a little sorry for the turd, and as she dropped it into the toilet, she pulled down her panties and sat down.

“Here little fellow,” she said. “I’ll give you a mate. A little companion to cuddle. Her ass flexed and anus yawned to release an equally brutally formed turd. Morning piss streamed from her open cunt and splattered into the bowl. A little ooze of Tim’s semen dripped out and fell into the water in spheroid lumps that slowly sank until they came to rest on Jon’s remains.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if Jon would find somebody else?” Tammy thought. “Then I could be Tim’s girlfriend, and get fucked like this whenever I want.”  She wiped, and then flushed the toilet. Her turd and Jon almost clogged the drain, swirling together before vanishing down the porcelain hole. While Jon tumbled along in the San Bernardino sewer main, jostling along with several hundred thousand other human turds all flushed away by Californians of all shapes, sizes, races, genders and ages, Tim’s big penis felt the incredible heat and tight fit as he massaged Tammy’s vagina for the third time, unaware she was already knocked up pregnant. She was a hot fuck, and happy to be Tim’s new ho.