Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 20:34:58 -0400 From: James Spires <finitedragon@aol.com> Subject: A Tale of Vore, Chapter 1 Legal stuff: In order to read this, you have to be of legal age in your area. This story contains items of a mature nature, and can be considered inappropriate for younger children. Homosexual themes are contained within. To be safe, be at least 18, or up. All characters contained within are property of myself. I am in need of donations, to keep my laptop running. I can take them via Paypal, but this is all. To get my paypal account, please contact me at finitedragon@aol.com. Thank you, and please enjoy the story. Fetishes Covered: Cock Vore, Cock Growth, Hyperphallic The eyes of the demon drifted over the various objects with which he would be watching, quietly. So, it was time to watch over one of the poor denizens of his soon to be kingdom. With a smile, his right hand extended, the crimson skin touching the air before him, a ripple of power going outwards, slowly, as his other hand descended to his genitals, cupping them softly. He would enjoy this. --------- Softly, his eyes fluttered open, his hands splaying from his soft, slightly bulging stomach. He was hungry, which wasn't unusual. He knew he should work out more, but he didn't really want to. Standing, softly, he stretched a little. His spine popped several times, and he scratched his ass, heading to the bathroom. As he stepped inside, he turned on the shower. His small, three room apartment was soon filled with the sound of water running. Of course, he couldn't ask for HOT water. Someone else on his floor must have a date today. Another cold shower, how lovely. His hands reached outward, wrapping around the bottle of shampoo and a rag. Placing the shampoo on the edge of the shower, he turned to look at himself in the mirror. His brown hair was messed up from sleep, his rotund body showing the imprints of the futon he slept upon. Shaking his head, he ran his hand through his hair, trying to remove SOME of the knots before he's go to cleaning his body. With a soft sigh, his brown eyes turned to his body. Sliding his hand into the band of his loose black briefs, he pulled the cotton downwards, revealing his well padded backside, and his genitals. A set of rather large, low hanging balls offset by a nearly internal phallus. Now, he did not mind having a penis that was nearly six inches long. He was fine with having a penis large enough to, at least, make most men he decided to sleep with feel a pleasing fill. He reached down, cupping his large balls, and shaking his head at himself. He thought he was kind of cute, but not many others did. With a grunt, he stepped into the descending water from the shower head, reaching towards the bar of soap that rested on the edge of the tub. He also grab the rag. And with that, his shower began. His mind wandered, as did his hands, as the warm water washed over his body. His hair became soaked, flowing down his shoulder as thoughts filled his head. What it would be like to have a large cock, what it would be like to have balls the size of volley balls. And most importantly, what it would feel like to devour another through his dick. He imagined the feeling, rubbing his hand along the head of his slowly extending dick. He shook himself from the reverie, sighing. "I wonder how it would feel ... Just once. Just one time, to feel someone being devoured by my dick." He shook his head, ignoring the tunning irony in the back of his mind as he grabbed the shampoo and began to wash his hair. As he finished the shower, he grabbed a yellow-ish towel off of the rack and began to dry himself off. His mind drifted back to his fantasy from before. The thought of bringing someone, or something into himself so fully was arousing. Once more, his little friend was beginning to rouse from its slumber, slowly stiffening as he towels his large, full balls dry. He didn't notice the soft gurgling from the pipes in the shower. As he turned, to place his hand upon the bottle of shampoo, a spike of an unusual substance lanced outwards, from the drain of the tub. His eyes shot wide as he reached down, by instinct, to try and remove the black liquid from his genitals. The liquid felt like oil, slick and elastic, and he growled as he struggled to remove it. Turning on the water, he grabbed the rag and began to rub, snarling. He never even felt the three eggs slither through the black liquid and down, through the entrance to his cock, flowing down the slender vent, descending slowly through the 'inner workings'. As the black liquid was, finally, wiped away, he growled. Lovely. The plumbing was fucking backed up. He'd complain later. As he turned to leave the room, he grumbled, towel wrapped around his hips. He needed to get dressed for work. --------- Pandemonium groaned, his monstrous endowment shaking the amphitheater as his infernal seed exploded from his monstrous orbs, crashing down upon the floor, staining it an snow white. "Mm, this will be so fun to watch."