Unbearably Devoured
#3 of Hell Comes to Earth Collection
"Alright, Jackpot!" I roared, raising my burly arms into the air, covered in thick brown fur.
Taking stock of the alterations, I rubbed my new, six-foot ten body, including the golden 666 that'd etched itself across my stomach.
Well, that had been easy! So much for the unattainable dreams of a furry...
Woosh.
It had been too easy. What would I do now, I wondered, surveying the roasted landscape...
It hardly seemed like there were any good rivers to catch salmon from since the apocalypse had hit... no trees either, or picnic baskets.
Well, what the hell? Some gift bearhood was, when I could hardly put it to good use! Sheesh...
"Oh, there you are. I thought I smelled a lack of purpose." a female voice suddenly echoed.
I whipped my head to the creature that'd produced the sound--and saw another sinner like me who'd struck a deal with the Devil... wow, someone had tacky tastes: she'd wanted to be a Pokemon?
She had an all-too huge bust, which her white sailor blouse barely contained... and whoa, holy shit... she had an enormous horizontal mouth where her pants should have been! Huge fangs glistened wet with saliva and crunched together, occasionally alternating their movements, like fingers... and at the top, like some kind of demonic tongue, a huge dog cock stuck out... Talk about overdoing it...
Her entire body was coated with short red fur, and she had those gaudy, curly tails that fox Pokemon is known for, long enough to reach up to her shoulders. She'd not committed herself entirely to the look--her hair was blonde... but it too had similar curls. She was digging in her teeth with a black-clawed pinky, trying to get something out, and cocking her head against her shoulder.
"Welp, time for another meal." she muttered. "This is almost turning into regular business--he'd better hurry up and have some exciting errand for me to run quick, before I start beating up other demons," she said to herself.
Ah shit... this was a succubus... what a freak. She must have wanted to liberally rape anything that came her way--one of those furries that just couldn't get enough smut in life, and needed to be a living smut story herself.
Well, I wasn't onboard for it, I took off running on all four of my bear legs.
And then there was a wet "schlump", and something wrapped around my waist.
"There you go, get unbirthing." she muttered, indifferently. I squirmed, feeling a pleasant numbness enter into my chest. I lolled my tongue out, buzzed from whatever drugs were being pumped into me. Looking down, I saw an enormous, fleshy umbilicus pumping fluid into my furry belly. It was bloated, filled with veins. Looking up, I traced it back to the mouth in her waist, which was eagerly pulsating, spitting out more loops of umbilical cord.
"Hmm?" she muttered, changing her attention from whatever she'd been thinking about before. "Oh look, you're not youthening like everyone else. Guess you're too big... or maybe it's that big license plate Satan stuck on you..."
She grinned. "Alright, let's try something fun. See how long you can survive six more of these puppies, and we'll find out if you'll turn into something interesting."
Then she hip thrusted, and several of the damn things shot out after me like arrows. I tried to run for it, but tripped over the cord that was already sucking away at my midsection. Almost immediately they landed, with loud wet pops on my arms, back, neck, and legs, and the warmth spread throughout me, becoming a fever.
"That's a good, unimaginative bit of wildlife. Now let the games begin, eh?" she said, sitting down and farting, basking in the sensations of feeding off me as the cords continued to slip out.
Something felt wrong. I cringed, trying to move my arms enough to feel my stomach... it was smooth again, like a human's. The bear fur had shed... but what was more... veins were spreading under my skin!!
"Gah, stop, stop it--" I belched, suddenly. And then I regurgitated something enormous and bitter. It hit the ground with a firm splat.
"Oh that's cute--I haven't seen one like this yet. Let's see what other parts I can make you shit out of." she giggled.
I felt something squirm up my leg... oh no. It was another one... setting out for...
*Schlorp!*
I didn't even look. I knew what it'd taken, I could feel it pulsating, sucking me off as it turned my cock into yet another bridge to her ravenous body...
I began to panick, feeling a new sensation in my arm... an itchy sensation on my shoulder near where one of her cords had nested itself in my fur... a pockmark... I scratched it...
Poot.
And there was a fart. From my right arm. I scratched again, and it felt gooooood... I drooled, as the veiny, naked skin spread... and when I looked... my shoulder had grown a round spinchter, like a second buttcrack.
I shit myself... and it felt great. Then I picked up the combined mess from my mouth and rear, and began rubbing it over my skin, especially where the changes had taken place--which, amazingly, relieved the itching. I couldn't stop myself--it was absolute madness!
Braaaaaap!
Another fart, as my left arm bloated, veiny, and developed a third spinchter. I scratched it too, and felt something smooth and squishy cresting up out of it. Oh god... it felt good! I couldn't stop!
She was drawing nearer to me, her cords tightening and drawing me close. She put her mouth--her vag... up to me, and I felt it sucking at my back.
Pweeeeee!!
I felt myself get pleasantly nauseous, as my farting body bloated and deformed, and finally, I began squeezing shit out of every orifice I'd formed, to relieve the itching sensation. Soon more anuses were puckering open on my back, my thighs... and my fur had shed entirely. I began rolling in the mess, not even sure what I was anymore. The pressure, the relieving, the mess... it was wonderful. And her cords began to suck off my bloated form, enjoying it as much as I was.
She wrapped her arms and legs around whatever I had become, and began to squeeze... I felt my arms swell so much that they began to lose distinction--each evacuation shrinking my hands closer and smaller against an ever bloating, rounding body. I gagged up a thick, sticky turd, and before my lips could do more than close around it, it emerged.
My vision grew hazy, as I began to bury myself in foulness, and expand on all sides. Soon, I could not see at all as the swelling shut my eyelids tight--but thankfully, I could still feel each delightful squeeze as I got off turd after turd, muscles pounding and pumping as my metabolism skyrocketed. Blood pumped and surged, in what surely would have been the equivalent of an orgasm, had I still had reproductive organs.
Eventually, it became thoughtlessly easy, and I was doing little more than squirting thin excretions that coated my form, almost constantly. Something felt odd, as fingers wrapped around me... like I was losing mass.
Squit! Slorp! Sput!
I tried to speak, but my lips were little more than spinchters for waste ellimination now. Instead, gaseous noises came out... yet I could still hear her echoing, malevolent voice.
"Aww, you're just a useless ball of flesh now, no change there, heh. Guess I'll just see what the babymaker does with you. In you go."
And then I felt both her hands wrap around me, and press me tightly into the slapping, squeezing walls of muscle. The last thing I remember sensing, beyond being fed upon, was a contented belch from the succubus...
As the teeth pushed me in beyond the point of no return, I belched too, in a sense, content at my fate, as the placenta formed around me, and I nestled into her womb.