His choice resonates in your head. Thinking about his member deep inside, not matter his size, you instantly remember that you have not had sex in a very long time. It is possible that your aggression and strong appetite makes you quite random and unforeseen. The last time you had a cock in your belly was with a young feline. It was going well, at least until you came and he was pulled right up inside your womb. All you remember is the feeling of him struggling, before he was absorbed into cum and sent to your balls. As that works, you have no clue, but you know any foreign body inside you will be digested into a semen-like liquid and transported to be deposited into your balls for further refinement into sergal cum. You look down at the mouse, who has finally gotten over his sniffles and is standing. His own member is large and inflated, even for his size, it is a monster of a dick. You think to yourself about the feline, and wonder what he would feel like inside. But before that choice, you felt a roving hand cup your balls and give a squeeze. You look down to see the mouse fondling your balls, enticing pre to the surface. He looks up at you, with an almost prideful look. You pull away, he slips and falls straight on his nose, giving a small yelp. You walk to the middle of the restroom and lay down on your back, your entire crotch exposed and dick laying against your warm stomach. You look down at your breasts, which have become perked and excited due to this position. If this is the mouse's last session, might as well make it a good one!
The mouse is standing, in an almost pigeon-toed stance, shivering. Just then you realize the warmth has left and the cool tile was slowly icing the room. You motion to the mouse with a slight finger, making him come and stand just above your sack.
"This is your last chance," You say. "If you pleasure me really good..." You pause, thinking if the choice was right. "I will give you... a kind of freedom."
"What kind of freedom?"
"Depends on how well you do. I will let you have full rein of my body, penetrate what you want, explore a little, and maybe you might live."
The mouse smiles meekly, and crouches down just in front of your pussy. With a jolt of shivers, you felt his long and delicate tongue enter your slit. You clitoral hood, a tentacle-like appendage that covers your interior and is controllable, unfolds and lays limp on the ground. You attempt to gain control of your tool, but the pleasure is to much and the attempt fails. He is really good at this! He is finding every hotspot, every point of exotic pleasure, every spot to make your yowl. You hold back your tongue, afraid someone might hear. With a wet pop, the mouse pulls his tongue out and finishes the taste with a lick across the lips. Without another word, he crawls onto your body. You almost through him off, with the primal instincts kicking in, but refrain and watch his handy work. His delicate paws start to mold and move your cushions. Your breasts, due to the signals and erotica, have inflated to the size of beach-balls, or a nursing sergal. These breasts, more like beanbags for the mouse, was the beginning of something grand, something not yet known. You felt him fondle and cup the nipples, suckling some of the milk and stroking the smooth furred surface. He immediately stood, your abs making a foundation for his footing, and he crawled up onto the tops of your plush mounds. You smile and he perks up slightly. A sudden shift, a mere twitch of a muscle, sends him stumbling and soon he is sliding down between your breasts. In an audible slap, he disappears from the world. You can feel him, squirming and struggling under the weight. You cannot see him, the breasts are so massive compared to him that he is gone. You suddenly feel a ping of satisfaction. This mouse is the perfect size for you and some of your more quirky fetishes. A thought comes to mind, but before you can respond a hand pokes out at your belly, followed by gasps and a limp body. He slides down, and without focus from either of you, penetrates your cock head. His own head, swallowed by your dick lets out a fearful scream. A wave of pleasure surfaces, and you hold him in place. His body outside, his head inside. The choice is there right there, cock vore or keep him alive, for now at least.
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