Melissa's Breakthrough, Chapter 20

Chapter 20

The deep, booming rumble of Melissa’s humorous voice vibrated through Steve’s body. He had just pressed himself up against the soft, squishy, inviting walls of her large intestine, captivated by her power, mesmerized by the crazy reality that she had swallowed him deep down into herself, “digesting” him with a gentle but inexorable force that had already caused him to cum three times – in her esophagus, her stomach, and her small intestines. But he was still rock-hard, unable to resist the pulsating heat of his own arousal the more time he spent inside her. It was all just too insane, too fantastic, too hot. He was completely surrounded by Melissa, enveloped, consumed, and the very air he breathed came from within her. As far as Steve was concerned, his pensive, contemplative journey through her large intestine had been a pilgrimage, one that ended with him enmeshed in the soft, gently-expanding and contracting walls of flesh, the exit gate of her immense body looming up before him, a gigantic red wall of living, breathing, puckered flesh: Melissa’s rectum.

Steve didn’t want to leave. He knew that this was the “end of the road,” so to speak, and that there wasn’t anywhere else for him to go but “out,” forward through that huge, wrinkled, fleshy wall in front of him. But he didn’t want to believe that. He wasn’t ready to go back out into the world. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready.

COUGH….COUGH

His world trembled and throbbed with a mighty shudder, and the great puckered wall in front of him dramatically contracted and then expanded in an astounding display of flowering motion. But, of course, the “coughing” sound had come from far above, from Melissa’s throat. She was playfully coughing, and pretending like her asshole was making the sound.

“I swear, this little tickle in my throat just won’t go away!” giggled Melissa in a high-pitched voice, pretending like her asshole was speaking. “It’s sooooo tiny, but it’s just stuck in there! Must have been something I ate!”

“N-No…no, Melissa…please…” Steve begged, clinging even harder to the walls of her large intestine as he watched the gigantic wall ruckle before him, threatening to “suck” him out of her body.

“Please?” Melissa asked, returning to her normal voice, the sound of it rumbling through Steve, teasing every bit of his little body with its vibration, “Please what, Steve? I don’t understand.”

“Please…don’t make me…don’t make me leave!” he replied, raising his voice, even though he knew that, thanks to her special audio technology, that she could hear him just fine when he was speaking normally.

“Awww, what?!” Melissa chuckled, and, far above his head, Steve could feel the tension of her abdominal muscles contracting as she gently laughed. “You want to stay in there?”

“Yes!!” cried Steve. He had long since abandoned any pretense of his former respectability and pride. In swallowing him down and “digesting” him, Melissa had effectively asserted her dominance over him in a totally new way, in a way that had broken down the last barriers of Steve’s resistance. There was no point any longer in trying to pretend that he didn’t want to submit to her, that he didn’t want her to utterly dominate him. He couldn’t deny it any more – he was living his dream, fulfilling his long-repressed desire to be consumed by Melissa’s power, engulfed in it…owned by it.

“Oh now Steve…come on,” Melissa laughed, drumming her fingers on her lower abdomen as she used her other hand to slowly start to rub her clit again, “That’s just ridiculous. You can’t stay inside me forever – I’ve got to egest you out and induce hyperplasia so you can grow back to normal.”

“I don’t wanna grow back!” Steve shouted back his mind whirling with consuming arousal as he continued to grip hard against Melissa’s intestinal walls. “I don’t WANT to go back to normal! I want to stay here…inside you!”

“That’s just crazy talk, Steve,” Melissa hummed, rubbing herself a little faster, “You can’t live inside me! You need to hydrate…to eat! How’re you gonna do that, hrmm?”

“I…I’ll just climb back up to your stomach!” Steve exclaimed, his mind searching for ways to somehow convince her that he was serious. “I can, uhh…I can sustain myself off what you eat and drink. I’m really small so I…I won’t need much!”

“You are such a tiny little thing,” Melissa purred, rubbing her lower abdomen lovingly. She caught her clit in between her forefinger and middle finger, gently shaking it as she sighed out in deepening arousal. “And you’re even smaller than you were before I swallowed you down…I’m sure you’ve noticed that, huh?”

“Y-Yeah…” Steve breathed, his face now red-hot with his own excitement. Deep down, he had known that he was shrinking this whole time, but to hear Melissa actually confirm it in the soft, gentle, playful rumble of her voice was something else entirely. He knew that she had somehow mixed some sort of special concoction into his protective coating (or something like that), and that it had reacted with the enzymes in her body to make him slowly, gradually shrink down. He didn’t even bother asking her what it was she had done; no doubt that would have invited a long, complicated, technical explanation from Melissa, which would have partially dispersed the intoxicating, erotic haze that was enveloping his mind right now.

“So I guess you could get all the hydration and nutrition you needed…” Melissa mused aloud, “And, of course, those tiny lungs of yours have all the oxygen they need to breathe…plus I could make sure to swallow some vitamin D supplements, so you wouldn’t suffer from a deficiency since you wouldn’t get any sunlight.”

“Uh…yeah…yeah, exactly!” exclaimed Steve enthusiastically. Of course, he hadn’t given a moment’s thought to vitamin D before, but, as usual, Melissa was thinking a few steps ahead of him. He could feel himself becoming more and more excited, since it sounded like Melissa was beginning to talk herself into letting him stay inside her.

“Mmmm, but Steve…” continued Melissa, lowering her voice to an even more seductive purr as the rhythmic movement of her hand against her clit gently jiggled her curves, “Are you really sure about this? Are you absolutely certain that this is what you really, reeeeally want?”

“Yes!!” Steve called out, not even having to think about it for an instant. At this point, he was completely transported by lust, and even though he had cum three times inside Melissa already, his little hand went down to his hard cock and started jerking it off again as he melted into the hot, fleshy walls of her large intestine.

“Do you know what this will mean, though?” Melissa persisted, her voice like cool thunder in his ears. “So many things will change, Steve…sooooo many things. It will be a completely new life, an utterly new reality for you.”

“I know!” he panted. “I know…I want it!”

“You won’t see the sun ever again,” she cooed, “So your eyes will go dark. They’ll get used to the low light inside me. The cones in your eyes will degenerate, until you’re not able to tolerate full light anymore. You’ll completely lose your ability to see color.”

“I don’t care,” Steve moaned, jerking himself off even harder. “I don’t care…”

“Not only that,” Melissa continued, “But your pupils will dilate permanently, and your retinas will decay. Your entire visual cortex will eventually atrophy, and your brain’s ability to process visual information will deteriorate. You’ll go blind, Steve.”

“I don’t n-need my eyes…” Steve replied, his breath heavy as he felt the living walls of Melissa’s flesh all around him, embracing him, owning him.

“Ooooo, but it’s not just your eyes, Steve,” Melissa whispered. With her free hand, she started feeling herself up, her hand going over the thick curves of her hips and ass, and traveling up to feel her breasts. She took a fat, swollen nipple in between two fingers and pinched it. “Your skin will get even paler, lighter, and thinner, and even with vitamin D supplements, your bones will still become fragile, and your muscles will get smaller and weaker.”

“If…If it means I can live inside you,” said Steve, “Then it’s all worth it.”

“Really?” Melissa asked, thoroughly aroused, “All worth it? I haven’t even talked about what would happen to your brain if you spent the rest of your life inside me. Because you won’t have access to light, your melatonin cycles will go haywire. You’ll drift into a free-running circadian rhythm, with your sleep disjointed and fragmented…and over time, that will inevitably result in cognitive decline. You’ll get stupid in there, Steve.”

“I…I already feel stupid around you,” Steve moaned, twisting his head back and forth as he continued to jerk off his cock. It felt like he was building to a thunderous cataclysm, where his body would shatter into a million pieces as he came. “S-So…so who cares if I get a little dumber?”

“A little dumber…?” chuckled Melissa, “Oh no, Steve, not just a little. I’m talking about full-blown cognitive impairment. You will become permanently disabled.”

“Doesn’t matter…” he grunted through gritted teeth, “I don’t care…”

“But that’s not even the worst of it,” whispered Melissa, “Steve…you have to know…extended sensory deprivation will eventually cause hallucinations, delusions, and severe cognitive disorientation. You’ll see visions of angels in the lining of my stomach; you’ll hear the cackling of demons high above in the tube of my esophagus; you’ll see ghosts in my intestines; you’ll go crazy.”

Steve couldn’t even reply to this. He was jerking himself off so hard, so fervently, and his mind was so captive to his lust, that he had completely lost the ability to form words. He could feel the searing heat emerging at the base of his cock, and his balls had risen up, clenched, in desperate expectation of emptying themselves in a shattering climax.

“And then,” Melissa whispered (her own orgasm building in a slow, throbbing, tidal-wave of heat in her loins as she rubbed herself harder), “Eventually…you’ll be inside me long enough to where your reality distorts completely. Derealization. Your mind will break off from reality. Your sense of self will become twisted and warped to such an extent that you will undergo full depersonalization. You won’t even know who you are anymore, Steve…all you will know is the sensation of my flesh against yours, the drum of my heart and the wind of my lungs, the gurgle of my stomach and the babble of my intestines. You will only eat what I eat, drink what I drink, breathe what I breathe – you will become a tiny, stunted, blind, permanently-insane commensal parasite, constantly aroused, worshipping me, cumming and cumming and cumming, painting my insides with spurt after tiny precious spurt of your pearly-white offerings to your giantess.”

Steve was so close to orgasming now that his mouth had dropped open, and his eyes rolled back into his head, his little body beginning to shudder uncontrollably against Melissa’s flesh.

“I can feel you shaking,” Melissa breathed, her own eyes rolling back into her head, “I can FEEL your tiny body inside me, Steve…you can’t even talk anymore. You’re about to cum again. You’ve cum in my throat. You’ve cum in my stomach. You’ve cum in my intestines. And now…it’s time for you to cum in my ass.”

SCHHHHLLLLOOOOOOOPP

Just then, right as she was about to cum herself, Melissa powerfully contracted her anus, which only served to heighten her pleasure as the powerful initial waves of orgasm began to sweep over her. Contracting her anal sphincter accentuated the orgasm, but also helped delay its ultimate climax, helping her to pace herself for a long and drawn-out plateau of bliss. The first waves of climactic excitement shook through her body, and above his head, Steve felt the roaring, rushing vibrations of Melissa’s cum as she began squirting onto her living room floor. He couldn’t take it anymore; he couldn’t hold back.

With a high-pitched squeal of ultimate, feverish submission, he came, spurting everything he had left in his balls straight forward into the heaving, wrinkled red flesh of Melissa’s asshole. The powerful contractions of her anal sphincter were like an earthquake beneath his feet, and, in the midst of the most powerful orgasm of his life, Steve was thrown forward into the puckering mass of rugous flesh. As his tiny body trembled and shuddered with the force of his climax, he felt himself get sucked further into the mass of her asshole, almost like it was drawing him in magnetically. The hot, heaving striations of her anus were holding him, caressing his entire body, pulling him deeper and deeper into themselves in a relentless embrace that Steve’s miniature form had no hope of resisting. Surrounded on all sides, he cried out, cumming again and again as the roar of Melissa’s own cum thundered high above his head, in an unreachable part of her body.

“Oh Steve…” Melissa moaned out, arching her head back as she continued to cum, extending out the intensity of her own orgasm, “You’re in my ass! It’s got you, Steve – it’s got your tiny body, I can feel it! Don’t fight it…don’t fight it…just relax. Trust me…trust me.”

Melissa’s moaning, purring voice boomed in Steve’s ears, slightly muffled by the mass of living flesh that surrounded him on all sides. But he could still hear her clearly, and, even though his entire body was tensed up from wave after wave of shattering orgasm, he felt himself relaxing. He DID trust her. He trusted her completely. He was getting sucked deeper and deeper into the hot, heaving, billowy mass of Melissa’s asshole, and his world had gone completely dark – he couldn’t see a thing. He could only hear the colossal muffle of her voice, “Trust me…trust me…” and could feel nothing but the weighty, prodding embrace of her anoderm that pulled him this way, then that way, left, then right, then sideways, then upside down.

Steve felt his body go limp. He was exhausted, drained, finished. He had nothing left in his balls to give, nothing more of his body to be absorbed, nothing left in his mind to submit. He was fully and completely hers – he belonged utterly to his giantess. She had swallowed him, consumed him, made him one with her, and all that remained now was for him to relax and let himself be completely absorbed, mind, body, and spirit, into her anatomy. He would be her little parasite. He would live the rest of his life inside her, devoting himself totally to her worship, painting every square inch of her insides with the white liquid tribute of his cum.

He was shocked, then, when suddenly, the warm, wonderful, oppressive darkness all around him opened up, and an ocean of blinding light came pouring in. Steve shut his eyes, more out of pure animal reflex than anything else, and tiny balls of shimmering bulbs exploded behind his eyelids as his vision adjusted to the harsh new light. He tried to open his eyes, but had to shut them again, because the intensity of the brightness was too powerful. When he tried opening them once more, however, a picture came into view, first indistinct and hazy, and then more concrete as his eyes adapted. The first thing that caught his eye and forced him to focus was the sparkling wink of something far down below…Steve’s eyes were drawn to the puddles of light, seemingly surrounded by something deep-brown and expansive. He felt his brow crease, his mind straining to understand, and then, after a while, like a sudden, piercing arrow of comprehension, Steve remembered that the “brown stuff” down below was the hardwood floor of Melissa’s living room, that the “mountain” on top of it was her coffee table, and that the light illuminating everything came from the sunlight streaming in through the open window. All at once, the smells of the “real world” came flooding back into Steve’s nostrils – the clean upholstery of Melissa’s sofa, the sweet chamomile incense of one of her candles on the coffee table, and the perfumed scent of her dryer sheets that came wafting up from her panties, which were bunched up on the side to his right, pulled back. The splattered liquid down on the floor winked up at him again, steaming lightly in the sun. Steve suddenly understood – it wasn’t a spill…it was Melissa’s cum. She had orgasmed so hard that she had sprayed her cum all over her living room floor.

“Oooop, theeeere he is!” laughed Melissa, her voice hammering in his ears in louder, clearer thunder now. “Peekaboo, Steve! Mmmm, let’s get you out of there.”

Steve felt a great upheaval from beneath him and all around his tiny body, which continued to get squeezed and shoved around by Melissa’s asshole. She was contracting her anal sphincter again, and this time he could literally feel himself being pushed out. Panicking, his eyes shot down below, where he could see a vast, creased expanse of flesh, complete with the playfully wiggling appendages of her sequoia-sized fingers: Melissa’s open palm, ready to catch him when he fell.

“N-No!” Steve cried, trying to turn back. His body from the waist up was free, and he could feel her pushing his legs out, bit by bit. He twisted his body upward, his little hands rushing to grip onto one of the wrinkles of Melissa’s anus, and, with all his might, he tried to pull himself back up into the hot, dark oblivion of her asshole. His teeth clenched, and his muscles worked with a desperate fire to stop what was happening.

“Oooooo you wanna go back in there, little guy?” Melissa teased, her abdominal muscles clenched above him as her body shook with laughter, “How sweet! But come on, Steve…nothing’s forever. You’ve gotta come out!”

“No!!” he shouted fiercely (even though, considering the tiny squeak of his voice, “fierce” was relative), “No I don’t! I don’t want to!!”

“Oh but you have to,” Melissa maintained , now lightly flexing and unflexing her sphincter, so that his entire body was teasingly massaged by her asshole, “All that stuff before, about staying in there forever and going blind and insane…it was just for fun, Steve, just play! Just to make you cum SUPER hard…which you did, of course.”

Steve didn’t reply. He was just focusing all of his energy on pulling himself back up inside Melissa. The prospect of coming back into the “real world,” growing back to his normal size, and living normally, was too unbearable to even contemplate. Something had broken inside him, or, more specifically, had snapped right into place. He didn’t want a normal life. He wanted Melissa. He wanted her to surround him on all sides, to completely and utterly dominate him, to consume him.

“Oh my god, this is sooooo cute,” Melissa giggled high above him, “You really do wanna go back inside me, don’t you Steve? You really do wanna live in my ass!”

“Y-Yes!” choked Steve, his lungs and muscles burning from the effort of trying to pull himself back inside.

“And tour my intestines?” Melissa quipped.

“Yes!” he cried.

“And vacation in my belly?” she gibed.

“Yessssss j-just please let me back innnn!” Steve shouted. He really didn’t care how desperate he sounded. He just wanted back into his giantess.

“This is just amazing,” Melissa smiled, her huge, delighted face suddenly appearing high over Steve’s head as she bent herself forward to get a proper view of him, “You were panicking so hard all the way down my throat…and now, you’re fighting and clawing with all your might to stay inside me.”

Steve ignored her gentle teasings, again focusing all his efforts on trying to get himself back in. Melissa watched him, blinking tenderly, even as her lips parted slightly in an exhale of surprise. She was exhausted from her prolonged, intense orgasm, but if she hadn’t been, she would have started touching herself all over again.

“You’re just so cute…” she murmured, almost to herself, as she watched him struggling, “Such a tiny, adorable little thing…”

Silently, she extended her pinkie finger and lowered it down, so that it was lined up next to Steve’s wiggling torso. He wasn’t paying attention to her finger, but he suddenly felt a sweet wind ruffle his hair – Melissa had just exhaled through her nostrils in wonder.

“Mmmm, that beryllium-copper alloy just worked wonders,” she cooed. “You’re not even an inch anymore…”

Steve kept struggling and straining for a few more seconds, but then he suddenly stopped. Melissa’s words had struck a chord in his head, ringing with a jarring, cheerful energy through his mind. Not even an inch!? He turned his torso to the side (with his legs still stuck inside Melissa’s ass) and looked at the enormous pillar of her pinkie finger next to his body. From his perspective, it appeared as an immense log, several times thicker than his torso, and easily three times longer, probably more. He stared at the comparison, blinking stupidly for several seconds, his brain short-circuiting as it struggled to process the extent of the contrasting sizes. Melissa giggled, humorously bending her pinkie in and out, in and out next to his body.

“Um…hello?” she grinned, her voice alive with humor, “Steve? You there?”

More time went by, and still Steve just hung there, stuck in Melissa’s ass, staring at her pinkie finger playfully bending next to him. His mind had been shattered by the intensely submissive orgasmic pleasure of the journey through Melissa’s body, but now, back out in the world once more and breathing fresh air, he could feel his sense of self beginning to reconstitute itself, piece by piece.

“Y-Yeah…” he replied at last in a quivering voice, “I’m…I’m here…”

“Mmm, good,” she hummed gently, lightly brushing the mass of her pinkie up against his body, “I know that was quite the voyage for you. I knew it would turn you on, but I have to say, I didn’t expect you to be fighting to get back inside me at the end of it.”

Steve didn’t answer. He just hung there, staring up at her smiling face, feeling her huge pinkie gently caressing his body as his brain came slowly back online.

“I didn’t expect it,” Melissa repeated, breathing down on him as she whispered, “But it’s so hot, Steve…sooooo hot…”

“I…I…” stammered Steve, trying to find his way back into a normal conversational exchange. But he was still recovering, still mentally groping for sanity as the bright, sunlit world came sharper into focus.

“Shhhhh, shhhh, you don’t need to explain, Steve,” Melissa said soothingly, “You’ve got to, uhh…what do they call it? In sports? Umm…take a breather! That’s it. You’ve got to take a breather. Here, let me help you.”

Pllllllllooooop

With a sudden, final flex of her anal sphincter, Melissa forced the rest of Steve’s lower half out of her asshole. He felt the hot, tight gathering of muscle and flesh all around him, squeezing him out, out, out, like his body was toothpaste in a tube. Before he could even react, his organs were squishing against each other and his world was tumbling upside down as he fell straight down into the warm, cushiony pad of her outstretched palm. Steve heard the loud snap of Melissa’s panties going back into place around her thick hips and ass, and his insides were jostling against each other all over again as the living room became a dizzying world of color. She had stood up and was now walking towards the kitchen.

“My butt’s going to miss you, Steve,” she laughed, “But every journey has an end, no matter how fun, no matter how orgasmic…I mean, if you think about it, an orgasm is an end in itself, of course, but also a potential beginning, right? Spermatozoa and ovum joining in the fallopian tubes to form a zygote, yes? Embryogenesis? Steve?”

“Uhm…” Steve replied, not really knowing how to respond. His mind was still working overtime trying to get back to reality, and, strangely, Melissa’s jabbering was helping him. He now remembered that she wasn’t actually a goddess or any kind of supernatural entity – she was just…Melissa…a genius, no doubt, and the sexiest woman he had ever seen…but also…an awkward…well…nerd.

“Forget it,” Melissa said, “You need some time to relax. Okay here we are, deep breath, Steve, you’re going under!”

Before he could react, the floor of Melissa’s palm tilted sideways, and he found himself sliding down toward a huge glass bowl of crystal-clear bubbling liquid.

“Waaaaauuguhhhhh!” he cried, throwing his hands up in alarm as he tried to stem his fall. But his efforts were fruitless, and the next moment he splashed down into the cool liquid, his head submerging a couple inches as he shut his eyes, going completely under. He came up sputtering an instant later, kicking his little legs to stay afloat. All around him, tickling bubbles came dancing up his body, and even when the initial splash of his body had calmed, the bubbles kept coming. Steve swam over to the side of the clear bowl, grasping the edge as he caught his breath. The bowl had been placed close to the kitchen sink, and Melissa was standing there, smiling at him as she washed her hands.

“Coulda…used a little more…warning there!” Steve panted, finally finding his voice.

“I DID warn you, silly!” Melissa replied cheerily, soaping up her hands under the faucet. “It all just seemed dramatic and sudden to you because you’re sooooo small now. But I just dropped you like two inches into the bowl!”

Steve looked down. The liquid, whatever it was, was so clear that he could see all the way down to the bottom of the bowl, about four inches down – which, from his perspective, was about fifty feet deep. The huge bubbles continued to fizz up, tickling him all over

“What…uh…what even is this?” he asked uncertainly.

“The mixture?” replied Melissa, still washing her hands, “Oh that’s just a twelve percent hydrogen peroxide solution, for a quick and thorough disinfection. I made sure I was as cleaned out as possible, Steve, but I DID literally just defecate you out of my ass, so we need to make sure you’re all nice and sterilized…ah, oh! I mean “sanitized!”

“Thanks for the clarification,” Steve sighed. He could feel everything into his mind sliding back to normal. He still missed being inside Melissa, and was reeling from the intensity of the experience, but this return to normalcy actually felt relaxing. He had been so aroused and tense for so long that it was a welcome sensation to feel his body loosen up and unwind.

“Of course!” laughed Melissa, turning off the faucet and shaking the water off her hands, “Now we’ll keep you in there for a few more minutes, just to be safe. Here, take another deep breath!”

She extended her finger down towards the top of his head, and Steve had no choice but to take a big gulp of air into his lungs before Melissa pushed down on his head, submerging him completely in the solution. A few seconds later she relented and he came bobbing up, spitting and spewing the fizzing water.

“Hey!” he complained, “I can just go under myself, you know!”

“Just making sure you are properly disinfected,” Melissa tutted, pulling up a chair close to the counter and plopping her big ass down into it, leaning her chin on her forearms as her huge face looked at him, smiling brightly.

“Why, uhm…why’d you get such a big bowl?” asked Steve, still trying to recover, and a bit overwhelmed by Melissa’s huge, beautiful face so close to him. He was trying to make “small talk” as a way of somehow diffusing his own tension and returning to “normal.”

“Because,” she giggled, blinking her big eyes at him, “When I swallowed you, you were 5 inches tall, remember?”

“Uh…yeah…I guess…I guess I do,” said Steve blankly.

“And that beryllium-copper alloy was mixed into your protective coating,” she continued, “Since, you know, it had bonded perfectly in an hexagonal lattice structure, which, with a bit of hexagonal boron nitride, meant that…you….uhm, okay, you want me to skip ahead, don’t you?”

“Mm, please do,” Steve nodded, feeling a hint of a smile beginning to upturn the corners of his mouth. She could try to be normal…really, she could try – but she was never going to be able to be anything other than herself.

“Well, long story short,” Melissa continued, “I wasn’t sure how small you’d get. My initial estimates postulated between 2 and 3 inches…but, as you can see, the alloy worked a LOT better than expected. You’re just under a half-inch, Steve…so, of course, I ended up preparing waaaay more peroxide solution than I actually needed.”

“Fascinating…” Steve muttered. He had meant to be sarcastic, but really, if he was being honest, it WAS actually fascinating, how Melissa could have thought up a way to actually shrink him down in the process of “digesting” him at the same time. It was all so crazy…and so unbearably sexy that he just didn’t know what to say. For several minutes he just treaded water, his little arms folded up against the side of the bowl, while Melissa watched him silently, her eyes full of love as she drank in the sight of how small he had gotten. The two of them shared this moment together, a quiet, profound meditation on what had just happened. Over the past weeks, they had been through such a wild and remarkable roller-coaster ride of size shenanigans, capped off with this insane, thrilling climax, that neither of them knew what on earth could top what had just happened. They knew it was special, and that both of them would always remember the day Melissa ate Steve.

“Well…” she sighed at last, picking Steve gingerly out of the solution, standing him on the countertop, and tenderly dabbing him off with a single shred of extra-absorbent paper towel, “I guess you’ll be wanting me to give you a dose of cobalt aluminate, huh? To start growing you back?”

“Y-Yeah…” nodded Steve, feeling strangely emotional as the answer left his lips. DID he really want to grow back!? Surely he did…but as Melissa gave a pensive nod in response, and went to get the compound, he watched her big, sexy ass undulating back and forth, up and down, with each step…and he felt something like a wave of sadness. After all that had happened, he wasn’t actually sure what he wanted.

[This isn't quite the end of the story...I'll be posting an epilogue in the next couple weeks!]