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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} NURSE YOUR DRINKS {Hungry Guy} (F/M M/F snuff tort nc oral vore ScFi Mpov)
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{ASS} NURSE YOUR DRINKS {Hungry Guy} (F/M M/F snuff tort nc oral vore 
ScFi Mpov)
BY:  hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether 
free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my 
stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" 
(hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author.  
You may not make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of 
fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    ###

    Kevin and Jill had just finished hurriedly packing their 
suitcases.  The hover-cab was waiting outside the balcony of their 
condo on the 230th floor of fifth avenue and 59th street.  Their 
condo overlooked Central Park, but they had to lean over the railing 
and look straight down to see it.  They opened a foil pouch of Oak 
trees and shook them into their terrarium containing a herd of 
miniature elephants, each about the size of a large rat.  They turned 
the fish bowl containing their miniature blue whale toward the window 
and ran out to the balcony.  They opened the gate and stepped aboard 
the hover-cab, "To JFK, please.  We're late for our flight already." 

    The cabby grunted in the manner of cabbies down the ages and 
launched the cab into traffic.

    ###

    He had no name.  He was just one of about fifty men and women 
living in a 50-gallon terrarium tank on a shelf behind the bar.  They 
had no clothing, and the bottom of the tank was covered with a 1-inch 
layer of fine sand.

    Another guy just yelled out, "Hey, I got that piece of broken 
glass in the back of the tank loose!"

    He walked over to the 2 inch hole in the back of the terrarium 
tank.  The guy who worked the piece of glass loose crawled through 
the hole first, then waved at the others to follow.  "C'mon, guys!"

    He crawled through the hole next and onto the counter on which 
the terrarium rested.  They walked as a group to the edge of the 
table.  

    "How are we going to get down?  It's over two feet down to the 
floor!"

    Another guy shouted out, "Hey!  I found a spool of thread over 
here!  Maybe we can climb down!  C'mon you guys, help me carry it 
over to the edge!"

    Several of the guys walked over and they all grunted and lifted 
the spool.  A couple of girls had just crawled through the hole and 
giggled as they watched the guys attempt their daring escape.  
Huffing and puffing, three guys carried the spool of thread to the 
edge and set it down on end so it wouldn't roll off the table.

    One of them climbed on top of the stool and started pulling at 
the thread.  He walked around the rim of the spool, unwinding the 
thread, feeding it to the others who lowered it slowly to the floor.

    After much effort, they unwound enough thread to reach the floor.

    "So who's brave?" one of them asked the group.

    One of them walked up and grabbed the thread and started climbing 
down, hand over hand.  

    He held his breath watching his brave comrade make the long climb 
down to freedom.

    The other finally reached the floor two feet below.  He started 
walking to the door when someone spotted the bar's cat come sniffing.  

    They all started shouting from the top of the counter, "Hey!  
Run!  Run!  It's the cat!  Run!"

    The other began a sudden sprint, but the cat was too fast.  In a 
moment, it was all over for the guy making his escape.  The cat then 
came over and sat under their vantage point below the counter, 
staring up at them and licking its jowls.

    He turned and started walking back to the terrarium, saying to 
the others, "Personally, I'd rather be eaten by a pretty girl than 
that damn cat!"

    ###

    Traffic was light, and the cab arrived at JFK in plenty of time 
to catch their flight.  And when they checked their luggage, the 
clerk told them that the flight was delayed due to official NASA 
activities in low earth orbit.

    "Let's go to the bar and have a drink while we wait for our 
flight," suggested Kevin.

    The couple walked hand-in-hand across the mezzanine to the bar 
and entered.  Upon taking a table, a waitress approached them and 
took their drink orders.  

    Kevin said, "I'll have a beer -- a _Guinness Stout_ -- with a 
blonde."

    Jill said, "I'll have a white wine -- and uhm -- I'm feeling 
daring -- with a black man." 

    "Thank you," the waitress said and hurried back to the bar to 
pour their drinks.

    "Eeek!" Jill suddenly yelped out and looked down.

    Kevin looked down and laughed.  He reached down and petted the 
cat rubbing against Jill's foot.

    Jill smiled sheepishly and also reached down to pet the bar's 
feline mascot.

    The waitress returned then with their drinks on a platter.  
"That'll be twenty please."  

    Kevin paid the waitress and she set their drinks down.

    "I wonder how long our flight will be delayed," Jill said.

    "Who knows," Kevin answered, as he took a sip of his beer.  Then 
he held the beer up and looked at the 5-inch tall woman swimming in 
it -- a cute blonde, just as he ordered.  She glared back at Kevin 
angrily.  He raised the glass to his lips and took another sip, 
sucking the girl into his mouth.  He swished and swirled her around a 
little before spitting her back into his brew.  

    Jill took a sip of her wine and peered at the 6-inch tall black 
guy swimming in it.  Jill giggled and said to Kevin, "I can't really 
tell without a magnifying glass, but I think he's well hung."

    "Jill," Kevin replied, "I don't want to hear things like that.  I 
should be hung well enough for you!"  They both laughed.

    She took another sip of wine and plucked the guy out of her glass 
with her fingers and pushed him up to her mouth -- pressing on his 
ass with her finger holding him up to her lips.  She sucked a few 
times then paused, "It feels like I'm giving head to a gnat!"

    Kevin just sighed.

    Jill resumed sucking and, a moment later, the guy started 
quivering and moaning.  Jill continued sucking for a moment until he 
calmed down.  "I think he came, but I can hardly tell," Jill said 
sounding frustrated.

    Once again, Jill pressed his ass into her mouth.  This time, he 
let out scream as Jill bit down.  She then removed him from her 
mouth, revealing a bloody ulcer where his dick was.  He was grabbing 
at his balls and screaming so loud that Jill dropped him back into 
her glass.  But that only increased the intensity of his cries.

    Kevin took another sip of his beer, once again sucking the girl 
into his mouth.  As he was swishing her around inside his mouth, Jill 
said, "Kiss me, love."

    Kevin leaned over and kissed his wife.  As they kissed, he passed 
the girl into Jill's mouth, then Jill passed her back into his.  Then 
they held the girl between their mouths sucking on her together.  
Kevin swished his tongue between her legs, tasting her tiny pussy 
while Jill sucked her head and swirled her hair with her tongue.  

    At that moment, their flight was announced, "Attention please:  
Starship Warren to Alpha Centauri is now boarding at gate twenty 
three.  Attention please..."

    Kevin sucked the girl into his mouth and swallowed her.  He then 
swallowed down the last gulp of his beer.

    Jill picked up her wine, only to find the black guy floating face 
down in her drink.  "Oh well," she said as she lifted the glass to 
her mouth and swallowed him along with the last of her wine.  They 
grabbed each others' hands and headed off to catch their flight.

    ###

    Yesterday's escape attempt was a bust -- poor guy, he thought, 
what a horrible way to die.  Also, a handler noticed the hole in the 
terrarium that evening and replaced the glass panel. 

    He sat on the sandy bottom of the crowded terrarium.  A girl -- a 
pretty redhead -- came over to him and kneeled next to him.  She 
looked at him with sad eyes and put her arm around him.  He wiped a 
tear from his eye and kissed her as she fell over pulling him on top 
of her.  The crowd stood back and gave them room while they fucked 
each other.

    ###

    Interstellar customs was always a hassle, and Ken was exhausted 
from the long red-eye flight from Sirius.  So the first thing he did 
after getting his luggage off the carousel was to head for the bar 
for a drink.

    He sat at the bar and ordered a _Bud Ultralight_ with a redhead.  
The barkeep said, "You lucked out, dude!  That was our last redhead."  

    He drank the brew down, occasionally sucking on the girl.  Upon 
finishing the beer, he plucked her out of the glass, and put her in 
his pant pocket while, hopefully, no one was watching.  He left a 
buck on the bar as a tip and got up to leave the bar, but as he 
approached the door, the bouncer pointed to his pocket and said, 
"Whoa, pal!  Can't leave 'till you finish your drink."

    Ken pulled the girl out of his pocket and put her in his mouth.  
He winced at her tiny yet piercing scream.  

    "Go ahead!" the bouncer urged, "swallow!"

    Kevin swallowed and said, "Ahhhh," for the bouncer.  

    "Hey pal," the bouncer said, "They're not really human, you know.  
They have no minds.  They're really no smarter than insects.  Hell, 
insects are probably smarter."

    "Yeah, I know," Ken answered.  

    Satisfied that Kevin had finished his drink, the bouncer waved 
him past.

    Kevin lugged his luggage to the monorail station and took the 
train back to Penn Station and transferred to a NJ Transit monorail 
down the Northeast Corridor and home to Piscataway.

    ###

    Looking out of the glass of the terrarium, he watched the crowd.  
One by one, the others were served to customers.  Every so often, the 
handler would bring a new batch for the terrarium.  He even 
remembered growing up on the people farm, and then being delivered 
here a few weeks ago.  He cried and cried that night.

    Still the handler returned to the tank every so often to pluck 
out another comrade.  This time -- this time -- the handler reached 
for him!  

    "No!" he screamed, but there was nowhere to run.  He dodged and 
darted avoiding the handler's hand, but the handler eventually nabbed 
him.  The handler carried him over and placed him chest down on a 
sand-filled tray.  Almost immediately, the handler stuck a pin up his 
ass and he could feel his rectum filling with a warm liquid.  It 
smelled soapy.  Suddenly, he felt like he had to take a dump, but the 
handler was pinching his buttocks together with his fingers so 
tightly that he couldn't push it out.  The handler then pulled the 
pin out and held his buttocks closed for another minute.  Finally, 
the handler released his grasp and he immediately spewed forth a wet 
gooey mess from his asshole.  The handler left him there for a couple 
more minutes while he completely emptied his bowels.  Then the 
handler placed him into another small container and hosed him down 
all over with warm sudsy water.  Next he rinsed him off with warm 
clear water.  

    Then the bartender plucked him up and carried him over to the bar 
and dropped into a glass containing a pale yellow liquid topped with 
a thin layer of white foam.  

    "Eeeeyowwww!" it was c-c-cold!

    He shivered as he held onto the rim of the glass while the 
barkeep handed his glass to a giant woman.  

    The woman lifted the glass to her face and looked right at him.  
He glared back at her, his rage beyond description.

    She grinned slyly and licked her lips, then took a sip and sucked 
him into her mouth.  

    "No, please!" he shouted as she sucked him between her lips.

    At least it was warm.  Indeed, it was hot and moist.  He was 
splayed prone on her tongue, and was being pressed tightly against 
the roof of her mouth.  The sensation was erotic in a way, and it 
didn't take but a moment for him to come on her tongue.

    She then spit him back into the glass.  After coming from her 
warm mouth, the cold of the beer shocked him painfully.

    She took another sip, but left him swimming in the glass this 
time with his teeth chattering from the freezing cold.

    She took more sips of the beer, sometimes sucking him into her 
mouth before spitting him back out, and sometimes not.

    With the glass nearly empty, she sipped the last of the beer, 
then sucked him into her mouth.  

    This is it, he thought, _Good bye world!  Like I said that time, 
I guess being eaten by a woman is a better way to die than being 
eaten by a cat._

    She held him in her mouth for some time, however.  He waited in 
dread for the moment that she'd swallow him whole, wondering what it 
would be like to slide down her gullet and drown in her stomach 
acids.  _Oh dear, that's got to be painful!_

    She occasionally breathed through her mouth, giving him oxygen.  
He had hoped that, maybe, he would just pass out from lack of oxygen 
in her mouth before being swallowed alive.  

    However, a little while later, she spat him out into her hand.  
Looking around, she was no longer sitting at the bar.  She was in 
some kind of little metal room with a white pot of water below and 
between her legs.  She sat on the pot, it seems to have some kind of 
seating surface around the pot of wader.  She spread her legs open 
and lowered him down into the pot of water.

    What is she doing, he worried.  _Is she going to drop me into 
this water?_  

    Instead he brought him closer to her crotch.  She used her other 
free hand to spread her pussy open revealing a bright red slit.  A 
moment later, she inserted him, head first, into her pussy, where it 
was hot and wet like her mouth.  Only, unlike her mouth, it wasn't an 
open cavity.  Rather, her skin was pressing tightly around him and he 
couldn't breathe.  He crawled upside down using his last breath and 
dropped his head out her pussy.  However, she had pulled her panties 
and pants back on and couldn't stick his head out very far as the 
cloth of her panties pressed tightly against her opening.  At least, 
though, he could breathe through the cloth!

    He felt himself being twisted as she walked.  The odor was so 
intense too.  Her pussy had become extremely wet and slippery as she 
walked, and he could help getting some of the gamy liquid in his 
mouth.  It tasted like when he kissed that redhead between her legs 
to make her wet for him, only he felt like he saw swimming in pussy 
juice -- for he practically was.

    It seems that hours passed hanging upside-down inside her pussy, 
while being twisted and squeezed as she walked and sat and walked.  

    Finally, after he assumed that this woman was just going to keep 
him inside her pussy perpetually, she reached in and pulled him out.  
Of course, he was drenched in pussy juice, but things could be worse.  
It was better than being drenched in stomach acid, after all. 

    She set him in a strangely set-up terrarium.  The ground wasn't 
covered with sand, but rather, with some fuzzy covering.  It had a 
lot of strange objects in it, as well as some familiar ones.  There 
was a table and chairs in one corner of the tank.  There was a 
television and a DVD player on one wall with a soft sofa facing it.  
He missed these after his handler removed him from the farm -- the 
tank at the bar was totally devoid of any furniture or anything else.  
There was also a low wide cushioned table, with some other cushion-
like things on it.  Then there was this white bowl with water in it 
with a white tank-like thing resting on the back of it -- similar to 
the giant bowl she stood over when she put him inside her.  

    She leaned forward and put her face to the glass and said to him, 
"Hi there!  Can you understand me?"

    He answered, "Yes.  Are you my new handler?"

    "Handler?  I guess you can call me that.  So, what's your name, 
little guy?"

    "I don't know."

    "You don't have a name?"

    "No.  What's a name?"

    "A name is what you call yourself.  My name is Wendy."

    "Oh."

    "And I think I'll name you, uhm, Woodrow."  

    "Woodrow?"

    "Yes, after Woodrow Wilson.  You know, the President."

    "President?  What's a president?"

    "Oh, never mind.  Anyway, are you hungry, Woody?"

    "Yes.  Do you have people food?"

    "People food?" she giggled.  "Yes, I ordered some from a black 
market Interstellarnet web site last week.  I'll get some for you.  
Wait right there!"  Then Wendy left the room.  

    Woody looked around the room from his vantage point inside the 
terrarium tank atop a tall table against one wall.  Jutting out from 
a perpendicular wall was a giant-sized low wide plush padded table 
just like the people-sized one in his tank.  Only hers had a wood 
panel on the end near the wall and another, lower, wood panel on the 
end sticking into the room.  Woody recognized two giant-sized 
televisions on another table on the opposite perpendicular wall -- 
one large television and a smaller television.  He wondered why the 
smaller television had a rectangular tray of tiny buttons set in 
front of it.  Scattered around the room were what looked like 
animals, but they were obviously fake and seemed made out of some 
kind of cloth.  Embedded in the far wall was a glass panel, like the 
side of a terrarium, set into the wall.  Through it, he could see 
thousands of green shapes hanging from brown sticks waving as if 
there was a breeze in that other room.  He couldn't see beyond the 
green waving things to see what else was in that other room.  Maybe 
he would ask Wendy what it all meant, or maybe he wouldn't.

    Wendy returned and set a flat white round thing on the table.  It 
contained a small mound of people food.  He sat at the table and ate 
the food as her giant face was framed in the tank glass watching him.  

    Having finished, Wendy removed the plate and asked him, "Do you 
know how to use this?" pointing at the white bowl of water.

    "No.  What is it?"

    "It's called a toilet.  You sit on it when you have to pee and 
poop."

    "But there's no sand in it."

    "It's better than sand.  When you're done, you press that little 
handle there and the water flushes it down the drain."

    Woody walked over to the toilet thing and looked down at the bowl 
of water.  "Won't I fall into the water?"

    "No silly!  You can't fall through the seat.  Sit and try it."

    He sat, slowly, onto the seat and peed into the water as she 
watched through the glass.

    He walked over to the television next, and looked through the row 
of DVD movies.  "I don't know any of these movies.  What are 'Star 
Wars' or 'Forrest Gump' about?  Do you have 'Swallowed Alive by a 
Pretty Girl: The Ultimate Pleasure' or 'How to Fuck a Girl'?  Those 
were my two favorite movies since I was about twelve years old!"

    "I'm sorry, but I don't have those two movies," she said with a 
giggle, "but try some of those I gave you.  Let me know which ones 
you like best, and I'll get you more like them."

    "Okay."  

    He looked through the CD albums next.  As with the movies, he had 
never heard of any of the singers.  

    Wendy left the room again while he picked out a movie and started 
watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark."   

    Woody looked up and was Wendy walk back into the room completely 
naked.  She pulled some of the padding off that low table and laid 
down in it then pulled the padding up over herself.  She reached over 
to touch some object on a table and the room instantly fell to 
darkness.

    This movie didn't make any sense whatsoever to Woody, so he 
turned off the television.  Some light came into the room through the 
glass from the far end of the room, giving him enough light to see 
with.  He mimicked her actions with the people-sized padded table in 
his tank, getting between the sheets.  

    The following morning, Wendy peeked her head into Woody's tank 
and said, "Time to wake up, little guy.  Time to go to work."

    Woody yawned and climbed out of bed and looked out the tank at 
Wendy.  She was wrapped in a towel, but dripping wet, as if her own 
handler had just hosed her clean.  She dried herself off and then 
reached in and picked up Woody.

    "We both have to go to work," she said with a sly grin.  "Every 
day, you will come to work with me.  I'll also take you with me, 
sometimes, when I go out at night."

    He wasn't sure what she meant.  But her meaning became clear when 
she carried him over to her bed and she sat.  Like once before, she 
lowered him down between her legs and inserted him into her pussy, 
where it was warm and moist.

    ###

    Woody had lost count of the days.  He missed being back at the 
people farm where there were thousands of people to talk to and girls 
to fuck, but it was way better than that tank at the bar.  
Remembering that red haired girl that last day in the bar brought a 
tear to his eye again.  Every morning, Wendy would put him in her 
pussy, where he would stay for hours until she took him out.  Every 
so often, she would squeeze him so tight with her pussy he felt like 
she would crush his body, and then she wold start shaking and 
quivering for a minute or two.  Yet, the sensation wasn't without its 
pleasures as it would make him come too, just like when he was 
fucking a girl.  Wendy would even, once in a while, put him in her 
pussy before she went to bed at night.  This was usually when she 
didn't go to "work" the next day.  And sometimes she would put him 
right back in her pussy at night after coming home from "work" and 
showering.  He wasn't sure why, but it seemed that she would go to 
"work" five days in a row, then not go to "work" two days in a row.  
Woody was baffled by this, but accepted it.  At least he didn't fear 
being eaten alive any more. 

    "Woody," Wendy asked one day, "do you like going to work with me?  
I hope you do, because it feels great for me!"

    "Yes, Wendy.  When I'm inside your pussy, it feels sort of like 
I'm fucking a girl.  That feels good.  But it also gets boring 
sometimes.  You do this "work" thing for so long each day."

    "Well, maybe I can make us both happy.  Just give me a few days, 
okay?"

    "Okay," Woody answered, unsure what she planned.

    Nothing changed after a week.  Then one time, after coming home 
from one of those after "work" times, Wendy was with a man.  Wendy 
pulled Woody out of her pussy while the giant man was in the Wendy's 
bathroom and put Woody in his tank and then ignored him.  

    Then Woody watched as the strange man got in bed with Wendy and 
fucked her, just like all the times that he fucked girls, thinking, 
_Wendy lied to me!  She must have watched that video too!_  Although, 
Woody wondered why the man put a little plastic bag over his dick 
before he fucked her.  

    The following morning, Woody heard crying.  He got up to see 
Wendy crying in her bed.  The man was gone.  Wendy ignored Woody the 
rest of the day, and then went out that night without putting Woody 
in her pussy.

    Woody was very frightened at what had happened to Wendy, but when 
Wendy returned home, she tapped on the glass of Woody's tank.  Woody 
couldn't sleep, and he stood immediately and looked up at Wendy.  

    She said, "I have a surprise for you, Woody!"

    "You do?  What?"

    She walked over to the bed and sat.  Woody watched from the tank 
as she pulled her pants and pulled something out of her pussy.  

    Wendy then stood and lowered a girl into the tank.  She was a 
red-haired girl - not the same red-haired girl from that night, of 
course, but she was still pretty. 

    "Now you won't be bored when I take you to work with me, Woody!  
I'll just leave you two to get to know each other.  Oh!  Give her a 
pretty name, Woody."  

    Wendy returned to her giant bed as Woody took the girl by the 
hand and showed her the people-sized bed that Wendy had made for him 
-- for them.  

    Woody said, "I name you 'Red'."   

    Red giggled with delight as Woody climbed on top of her and 
fucked her.

    The following morning, Wendy walked over to their tank after her 
shower while wrapped in a towel.  She picked Woody and Red out of 
their tank and laid back on her bed as she had done so many times 
before.  This time, she pressed Woody and Red together and inserted 
them up her pussy, feet first.  

    Wendy stood, causing Red and Woody to hang upside down in her 
pussy. 

    Red started crying in panic but Woody said, "Don't be afraid, 
Red.  It's not so bad.  It's better than being eaten."

    Wendy squeezed them tightly with her pussy muscles as she put on 
her panties.

    "But it feels so revolting to be inside a giant woman's pussy," 
Wendy sobbed. 

    "I guess it would for you, being a girl," He replied softly.

    They were squeezes and rolled around as she stood and walked 
about.

    "And does she have to squeeze us so hard like this?"  

    As Wendy moved about, squishing them around inside her, Woody 
kissed Red and then fucked her.  At least riding around upside-down 
inside Wendy's pussy won't be so boring any more.

    - END -

Postscript:  I'm posted most of my stories by now and I need some new 
story ideas.  So I'm making a special offer.  Are you a woman who 
would like to be in an erotic story?  If so, email me and tell me 
what your personal fetish is -- and whether you like to have it done 
to you or you like to do it to someone else.  Tell me what you look 
like and your general body type.  A photo would be good too --it 
doesn't have to be nude unless you want to <g>.  Tell me your handle 
or first name that you would like to go by in the story (no last 
names please nor other personal information).  This is the first time 
I've made this offer so I'm not sure how well it will work out, but 
if you are interested, let me know.  Thanks.

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