This choice: Resign. She is several hundred times bigger than you. • Go Back...
—Heavy Scat Warning—
You were upside down, blood rushing to your head as your mind clouded from brutal humiliation. The unaware nimbat's ass-fur pricked up as she continued to fantasize, the ticklish strands brushing against your exposed skin. Despite this, you stood still as stone—afraid of what will happen if Fidget detected your movements and found you… like this. Goodness gracious, you've only known her for less than an hour! And given the nimbat's… interesting fantasies, you feared Fidget would actually like your terrible predicament.
You ears catch an ominous, strange-sounding gurgle bubbling from deeper within the nimbat. You wince, expecting the golden-furred creature to pass gas, but what happened was much worse. Fidget's tummy sucked in as she let out a small gasp, surprised at her own belly's noise. And when she did this, her body jumped—her tailhole tensing—mashing its doughy flesh into your form. Like squeezing a slick stick of butter, you slipped away from the outside world as her butthole mashed inward in the nimbat's momentary surprise.
The outside light slipped away. Only little pinpricks of light were able to breach the fleshy door of her exit. Her rectum walls squeezed in, coating you in the nimbat scat that streaked the walls. You nearly faint as the disgusting odor of the cute critter's bowels smashed into you like a warhammer. The scent was so putrid, so foul—that you couldn't stand to believe such a stench could spawn inside such a cute creature.
The rippling walls drew you deeper, smearing you with more of Fidget's former meals. At this point, you had given up trying to be covert. You try to scream, but only managed to choke and gag on the noxious fumes.
Outside, Fidget hummed. "Mm-hm-hmm!" Her bell-like voice filled her cavernous bowels like the chimes in a cathedral. "That tiny fella just kinda went off and poofed away, didn't they?" Fidget said. You groaned as you tried to beat the filthy flesh around you. Your struggles are quashed when Fidget's bowels squashed down as the nimbat shuffled her bottom around, making herself comfortable.
"Hm. They'll be back." Fidget's words made your heart drop. Was she not even going to put forth the barest effort to look for you? Does she not care that much? You pushed against the nimbat's filthy, unkempt bowels. The sides of your body were already muddied with reeking shit. The vomit-inducing clay felt like contact poison, the venom of which was already worming its way to your soul. Not to mention you were still upside-down. And the heat—the horrid torrid sweltering heat! It made everything so much worse. You know how dog shit smells worse during a hot summer day? Same principle applies. Only instead of doggy doo-doo there was a septic tank. And you were broiling in it.
Fidget's voice boomed again. "But while the little pint is away, I think it's high time for Fidget Time…" Your over-stimulated mind strained to comprehend her words. You groan as you speak through the stinking air, "what does that even mean…"
You were thrown against the foul walls as you sensed Fidget shift around. Out on the outside, Fidget was laying on her back, feet-pads in the air. A white-furred paw snaked down past her fluffed chest, passing her belly, before hovering over her snatch.
Within the nimbat's bowels, you feel your environment rock ever so slightly—rhythmically flowing back-and-forth as you hear Fidget… moan?
It dawned on you like a humiliating slap in the face. Fidget was masturbating. And when the yellow bat squeaks a pleasure-filled peep, your fears are confirmed. Soon her bowels began to rhythmically clench in time with her exploits, crunching you with scat-streaked walls. You whimper. The degradation of being so small, so insignificant, that the normally kind girl was torturing you as she indulged in her lust-filled urges—it was too much to bear. Fidget continued to masturbate, her guts clenching in face-melting pleasure as her paw continued to play around her clitoris, occasionally slipping inside her cunt.
Things began to grow more intense. Her hips began to thrust, creating even more cause in your hellish environment. Her squeaks of ecstasy grew more frequent, her voice cracking as she struggled to deal with her mounting pleasure. Her toes curled in-and-out, tensed and relaxed as she sucked in air—breathing deeply as she felt her climax approaching.
"Hhh-h-hah… hah…" Fidget moaned, tongue free as she prepared for the moment to come.
Back inside, you were struggling to stay alive. Fidget's nasty depths were crushing the life out of you. Desperate for air, you sucked in her vile fumes as a starving dog wolfs down scraps. Every inch of your body had been well-acquainted with the vile stuff that sullied her bowels. Just as you were beginning to see stars, you heard Fidget cry out as her colon comes crashing in.
"Aaah!" Fidget yelped as she felt a surge of pleasure in her lower belly. Feminine juices stained her paw as she gulped down air, drifting along in her afterglow—her wings hanging limply to her side.
Meanwhile, Fidget's final surge of pleasure had knocked you out cold. And when you awakened, you found…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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