The Irresistible Urge

Forward: Many years ago I read a story called "The Irresistible Urge" by Lamarun, aka zombieslave. It was one of my favorites at the time because it involved unaware vore and because it was the husband's own deceit that caused his predicament. I recently came across that story and used it as the basis for this story. I think Lamarun would agree that the original while good, was somewhat crudely written and I felt it was an idea that needed to be fleshed out. My apologies if that offends anyone, I see this as an homage to his work as an author.

So here is my version of The Irresistible Urge



John McCullough stared sullenly at his dinner picking at it with his fork. He looked up from his plate and sighed, “Stacy, I just don’t see why you won’t do this.”

“How many times do we need to go over this?” Stacy slammed her fork onto the table, looking angrily back at her husband. “This is the fourth time you have asked me, and the answer is still no, and it will always be no. I am not going to let you shrink yourself and crawl around inside my mouth.”

“But darling,” John began with a more conciliatory tone, “nothing can happen, they have tested the serum out in the lab, and it is perfectly safe. The restorative agent will completely return me to my normal size.”

“John, for the last time, I do not want to argue about this. I don’t care if it is your fantasy. It certainly isn’t mine and there are too many risks.”

The lanky brunette slid her chair back from the table. “I have some reading to catch up on and I do not want to hear any more of your wild schemes.” John watched as Stacy turned and walked out of the kitchen. “Oh…” Stacy said glancing over her shoulder, “I think you need to clean up from supper tonight.”

John sat dejectedly picking at the remnants of his now cold dinner. It was so selfish of her knowing what it meant to him. It had not been easy to even admit his fixation with women’s mouths. It had come up only once on one of their early dates back in college. They had gone out to dinner at the Pizza Inn out on the highway 52 bypass. Back then as an underclassman studying biological chemistry, that was about all he could afford. As they waited for their pizza, John had noticed two women sitting at a table nearby, a blonde and a redhead. The redhead was seated facing him and he noticed the way she ate her pizza. She slowly bit down on each bite then carefully pulled it away from her mouth flicking errant strands of cheese into her mouth with her tongue.

Stacy noticed the way he was staring at the redhead. “Would you rather have dinner with her?” He remembered her saying. He knew that the only thing he could do was to explain himself. She had laughed thinking it a bit funny not realizing what a serious matter it was for him. Thinking back on that date, John was surprised she agreed to see him again.

He had been attracted to women’s mouths as far back as he could remember. It started when he was a toddler and his mother would give him chewable vitamins shaped like animals. To get him to eat one, she would take one as well and slowly push it into her mouth. She didn’t chew them, just swallowed them whole opening her empty mouth afterward. "See, all gone," she would say. John remembered wondering what happened to them. As he got older the attraction took on a sexual element. He would watch transfixed when an ad for a lipstick was on the television. The women in those ads had such amazing lips and mouths their lips full and glistening with a slightly wet sheen.

It had been Stacy’s mouth that had initially attracted him. Her mouth seemed ever so slightly larger than normal as if she could just swallow him up. Framed with lips that were plump with a pronounced cupid’s bow further accentuated by the red lipstick she wore. They had a slight sheen that further added to their sensuousness. She was otherwise beautiful. Back then she had jet black hair that flowed in cascades across her shoulders. She was slender yet curvy and at five feet eight inches she was only a couple of inches shorter than he. They had recently celebrated their twenty-first wedding anniversary and although her hair was shorter, cut in a bob just below her chin with a few grey streaks, she was still as beautiful as the day they first met.

There was no point in continuing the attempts to persuade her. She was not going to do it. John sat, deep in thought. He finally had the means to carry out his fantasy but was no closer to experiencing it. To be this close after all these years of fantasizing was unbearable. There were a couple of women at the lab who had very inviting mouths. John though that he could probably persuade one of them to go along with his plan, but it did not feel right. It would be like cheating on his wife. It would have to be her or nobody. “If I can’t get her to do it willingly, I will just have to get her to do it unwillingly,” he thought to himself as he considered his options. That night as he lay next to her while she slept, he formulated his plan.

It took a week for John to be able to put the pieces of his plan together. He spent two days waiting for the right opportunity to smuggle a small quantity of the chemicals from the lab. He had to wait for a moment when the other two chemists’ attention was drawn elsewhere. He fished two small vials from his pants pocket and filled them with a minute quantity of each solution; the shrink and the restore. He spent the rest of the day feeling and acting a bit paranoid; worried someone might have spotted him.

It took until later the following week before he was able to get in to see Dr. Braidwood, his G.P. It was the earliest available appointment. After John explained that stress from work was causing him anxiety and trouble sleeping, the doctor obligingly prescribed a small quantity of sleep medication. On the way home John was able to get the prescription filled at the local CVS pharmacy. With the sleeping pills and the serum in his possession, John was ready to implement his plan.

John had made reservations for that Friday at Alleia, one of Stacy’s favorite restaurants. It was an important part of his fantasy that she look the part, completely made up and nicely dressed. Stacy always looked attractive, but even more so when they went out. John explained to her that he felt bad for trying to talk her into indulging his fantasy and wanted to make it up to her with a romantic dinner.

On Friday when John arrived home, Stacy met him at the door with a hug and long kiss. He stood back looking at her. She was wearing a black sheath evening dress that was cut just low enough to show off a hint of cleavage. “Wow! You look amazing! Just give me a minute to change my tie and I’ll be ready.”

About a half hour later they pulled up to the valet stand and stepped from the car. They were seated without any wait at one of the alcove tables. These tables were semi-circular and faced out into the dining area but were lit only by the ambient light and a candle. She ordered the bacon wrapped quail breast as he thought she might, while he ordered the short ribs.

When dinner was served and they began to eat, John was overcome with lust as he watched each forkful of food disappear between his wife’s luscious lips. He had never been so aroused in his life. As they finished dinner, the waiter refilled their wine glasses and Stacy excused herself to go to the lady’s room. John took the opportunity to crush the sleeping pill and dissolve it in her drink. When she returned, he toasted her proclaiming his love for her.

As they finished their dessert, Stacy looked at John and smiled. “That wine has really hit me. You may have to help me to the car.”

John paid the bill and had the car brought round explaining to the valet that she had a bit too much to drink as he helped John get her in the car. By the time they were home she was barely conscious. He got her up to the bedroom and placed her on the bed propping her up against the headboard with some pillows so that she was almost upright.

He opened the nightstand drawer and extracted a length of heavy thread and a toothpick that he had staged there earlier while he was upstairs changing his tie. He broke the sharp ends off the toothpick and placed it in her mouth, vertically near the back between her upper and lower molars to hold her mouth open. He hoped that also holding her mouth open would prevent her from being able to swallow.

Next, he tied the thread in a loop around one of her lower front teeth. He had done some climbing in his college days and planned to use it like a rope. But not wanting to take any chances he had tied knots in it at short increments to use as hand and foot holds.

John stripped off his clothes since the serum would not shrink them. Then straddling his wife on the bed, he gulped down the contents of the shrink vial. He felt a strange tingling then realized that he was beginning to shrink. John knew from the lab experiments on primates that the process should not take more than a minute. As he continued to shrink, he grasped the thread about halfway to her chin and held on. A few seconds later, he was an inch-tall man hanging from the thread, looking down into the chasm between her breasts. One slip and he might drop between them and be crushed as she moved. He chuckled to himself as he thought there could be worse ways to go.

John brushed that thought aside and looked up. The thread stretched up over her chin and disappeared. John made short work of climbing up. The last little bit he had to pull himself over her soft lower lip and in doing so covered his front half with streaks of red lipstick. As he lay across her lower lip, he was awestruck by the sight. He was staring into a vast glistening pink cave. Her warm breath felt comforting as it washed out over him followed by cooler air as she inhaled. Her tongue laid against her front teeth in a pool of saliva that had begun to form. John cautiously pulled himself inside, resting on the tongue’s rough surface. He tried to stand but the surface was too flexible to maintain his balance. He settled for crawling on all fours. He had managed to crawl about halfway back on her tongue rolling over onto his back to stare up at the roof of her mouth. Near the front he could see distinct ribs that became much less pronounced further back near the entrance to her throat.

John rolled onto his side and crawled over to her cheek. Her teeth were massive white boulders. He noticed the remnants of her diner caught in the cervices between them. He absently pulled away a piece the size of a pizza slice and bit off a chunk. It tasted like the grilled quail she had eaten earlier. Placing his right foot on her molar he tried to stand on it to reach her cheek when her tongue abruptly moved, and he slipped down into the crevasse between her tongue and gums. The weight of her tongue pressed down on him as he was immersed in saliva. Choking, he tried to free himself, but the slippery tongue gave no good hand hold. In a moment of panic, John kicked his legs down and was able to push his head above the slippery pool. She must have sensed something because the tongue flicked sideways launching him upward and onto one of her massive molars.

The hard impact against her tooth caused John to wince from the sudden pain he felt in his left side. It didn’t feel like anything had broken but he was probably going to have a nice bruise. He glanced up at the teeth directly overhead and a shudder went through him as he thought about the crushing power they would have. He slowly rolled to a crouching position and leaped back across to her tongue.

He was now facing the back of her mouth in a slight trough in the middle of Stacy’s tongue. Her uvula hung down bobbing lazily with her breath, framed by the arch that led to her throat beyond. It was the one place he most wanted to explore. He crawled slowly toward her throat like a man terrified of heights might do if he still wanted to see the view of the canyon. This far back, her tongue was beginning to slope slightly downward and her uvula was now almost directly above him. John, stared up at the glistening protuberance, fascinated. He cautiously slid himself further in stretching his body as far as he could and ran his hand along the back of her throat. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in saliva and mucus.

John had been in a steady state of arousal since he had shrunk himself. Now, laying there peering down into the black abyss of Stacy’s throat, it was more than he could stand. He moved slightly away from her throat and rocked up into a kneeling position. He gripped his hard member and began to masturbate. It was covered in her saliva and his hand slid effortlessly along its length. What he was experiencing was far more amazing than he had ever fantasized, and it took less than a minute for him to climax in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. His cum shot out over the edge of Stacy’s tongue disappearing down her throat. In his exuberance, John lost his balance and toppled forward. His arms were hanging down into black space below and he felt the giant uvula brushing up against his back. John realized her tongue was lifting him upward and she was trying to swallow. The tongue suddenly dropped, and he felt his upper body sliding downward into her throat.

“No, NO, NO!” John screamed. He managed to stretch his arms outward pressing against the back of her throat. He pushed with violent determination and was able to propel himself back onto the tongue. He quickly crawled further away from that abyss and lay panting; exhausted. It took several minutes for John to calm down. As he lay there in this surreal world, he realized how lucky he had been as he nearly ended up with her dinner.

He lay back on the soft tongue and noticed that saliva was building up in her mouth the result of the toothpick holding her mouth open. He felt himself getting hard again and rolled over onto his stomach. He rubbed his cock on her tongue enjoying the way the slightly rough surface felt. He made love to her tongue and climaxed a second time, his cum dissolving into her saliva.

John rolled onto his back, letting out a tremendous sigh. The warmth of her tongue and shallow pool of saliva felt comforting, like being on a tropical beach. The warm air from her breath wafting over him like a wine scented sea breeze. He closed his eyes savoring every sensation as he relaxed into her and drifted off to sleep.

The tongue that had been comforting John suddenly began to move as a low guttural sound reverberated up Stacy’s throat waking John from his deep sleep. As Stacy began to awaken, she did so in a drugged state of confusion not knowing what had happened to her.

John instantly realized Stacy was becoming awake. He tried to stand but the rapidly shifting tongue underneath him prevented it. Stacy tried to close her mouth and realized something was holding it open and John turned just in time to see two giant fingers enter the mouth grasping for the toothpick. John lunged forward toward daylight as Stacy pulled hard on whatever was holding her mouth open. When it gave way, her head tilted back causing the pool of saliva to rush back toward her throat.

Abruptly her mouth closed plummeting John into darkness as a wall of saliva hit him, carrying him to the back of her throat. The tongue reflexively convulsed propelling John into the throat. By the time John realized he was being swallowed, the muscles were propelling him downward. Stacy gagged as she felt something foreign travel down her throat. She looked down at the toothpick, confused. The top of her dress was soaked, covered in drool. Then Stacy felt the string in her mouth. She pulled it free staring at it, wondering what had happened.

“What is going on? John? Where are you?” She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, not clear how she had even gotten home. “I must have had too much to drink but it was only two glasses,” she thought to herself.

Slowly she got up from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. “John,” she shouted again. “Where has he gotten to?” She muttered to herself. Stacey thought she felt something tickling her and reflexively rubbed her abdomen. Had she not been groggy from the drug's effect, she might have realized it was John. As it was, she dismissed it as a muscle spasm and began searching the house. The next day she contacted the police to report her husband missing, but they never found him.