Emiru's Tummy Ch4 - Melting In Your Idol

Title: Emiru's Tummy

Categories: Original

Characters: You (Male Reader), Emiru

Tags: Shrinking (Micro - 1in), Giantess, Vore, Femdom, Mouth Play, Digestion, Tentacles, Asian-German Girl, Cruel Giantess, Cosplay, Belly Dance, Melting, Mind Breaking

Proof Reader: MyIceBitch

Alternate Titles: Emiru's Snack, Emiru's Special Little Fan, The Contest Winner, Goddess Emiru, Yummy in Emiru's Tummy

Started: 03/06/2024

Finished: 07/07/2024

Patreon: 07/08/2024

Published: 07/08/2024

Chapter 4

Melting In Your Idol

Your chest inflated as you took in the deepest breath you'd ever sucked, before devolving into a fit of coughs, forcing droplets of Emriu's gastric juices from your airways. The foul flavour filled your mouth.

Hot, moist walls squeezed your body, slowly pushing you along the track like a snake after devouring a defenceless mouse. You didn't even have the energy to resist anymore, though your cock remained as eager as ever to worship and feed the beautiful giantess pinned against your inferior stomach by the tight moist walls.

'Shouldn't ... it ... be bigger?' you thought as the meaty tube continued to move you down. You were tiny, was the intestine normally only a little larger than you?

That was when you felt something warm and slimy brush your thigh. Your body jerked, becoming unnaturally stiff, your heart nearly bursting from your chest.

Long, tongue-like villi oozed out of the smooth, moist walls, curling around your arms and binding your legs together with exaggerated care. More care than an instinctual bodily reaction should.

Once your limbs were captured, the dark walls' crushing pressure abated as they flexed away from you. The slimy tendrils held you in place, not that you could resist them at this point. Emiru's perfect body had completely overpowered you. It would be like a bug trying to fight off a god ... or goddess.

Emiru ran her tongue over her lips, positively drooling as she watched you on the monitor, your pathetic, weak, tiny body restrained by her body. The sight was making her so hot. She couldn't help but slide her hand beneath the fabric of her bikini top to cup her breast and start to massage her perky nipple.

She could feel your limp body deep inside of hers. The power was intoxicating. With a thought, dozens more villi tendrils and tentacles melted out of the walls of her small intestine and began to wrap around your body to the point you were nearly invisible to the camera. She could probably digest you right here and now if she manipulated her villi to excrete some stronger gastric acids to break you down, and oh, she was so tempted to do just that.

But she wanted some more fun first.

"Ooh, I can feel that little erection, is my widdle snack loving this as much as I am?" Emiru asked teasingly.

Everything. Everything around you shivered with the vibrations of Emiru's voice. You felt more what she said than actually heard it. Your bones rattled in the numerous grips of the tentacles, your minuscule cock twitching to try and slap the tendrils like an agitated dog, only to throb pitifully as in the grip of an oddly thin villi curled around its length, holding it perpendicular to the rest of you.

She was overpowering you so easily, like she had from the start.

Her voice both terrified and enamoured you. You were so weak, so pathetic, that a growing part of you still liked this, even as you were shivering in fear.

A slender, tongue-like villi slid around your neck, pulling your head back. You could feel your pulse hammering in your neck.

A very wet tendril stroked the crack of your ass, and your stomach dropped. Abruptly two facts warred inside your head. One was that you were very much about to be raped by acidic tentacles. The other was that Emiru was about to take your anal virginity. She had tied you down, and she was going to take you.

The tendril's head nuzzled your ass, seemingly searching for your ... entrance. This is most definitely not how you'd imagined such things happening with your idol, but you had no choice, you were nothing but her food, and she would fuck you how she liked if she wanted to.

Your limbs went limp again in hopeless acceptance, even while your heart still hammered away in sheer terror.

The warm, moist head found your rectum and began to push its way inside. Your hips bucked with a startled gasp, your strangled cock throbbing desperately, and the next thing you knew, the sensitive member was consumed by a slimy, warm ... thing. Your cock pulsated, and your pelvis bucked.

Your mouth opened as a pleasurable moan forced its way into your throat, only to be muffled and buried as a particularly thick and girthy villi thrust its way into your mouth and slammed into the back of your throat. Your eyes widened, and saliva pooled in your mouth, spilling down your chin as your body tried to gag on the intruder. The villi pushed deeper.

Your mind was erased by a symphony of sensations as the deity of a cosplayer proceeded to rape all three of your holes simultaneously.

Your ass stretched as the villi pushed deeper and began to fizz against your prostate, making your toes curl in ecstasy. Your ass burned as your idol stretched it, but at the same time ... you never thought taking it up that ass would feel so fucking good.

Your cock throbbed in agreement in the gooey villi dick sleeve. The pink tendril's surface rippled, and your foreskin was pushed back, and your sensitive tip began to fizz.

"Ogh Fwuck!" You gasped around the tentacle, raping your mouth, thousands of tiny bubbles forming and bursting against your tip and making their way down the rest of your reduced length, all the while more minuscule explosions teased your rectum.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, everything going dark as waves of pleasure continued to crash down on you. Even the villi in your mouth were becoming more pleasant, the impulsive gagging had stopped, and the abused flesh had gone numb. Now, all you felt was your beloved idol forcing her way deeper and deeper into your throat.

Tiny tentacles, with the girth of your fingers coiled around your swollen balls, and more fizzing soon followed.

You'd never felt anything like this in your tiny little life.

This was heaven.

Emiru was a Goddess of Pleasure.

Emiru stared at the monitor, eyes dilated and hand squeezing her teat as she watched you in your throws of ecstasy. Drool slid down her chin and dripped onto her cleavage, glistening in the bright artificial light of her personal studio.

She could feel you, every inch of you wriggling in euphoria inside her small intestine as she took great pleasure in breaking your little body down into fat and proteins to fuel her perfect body.

This was hotter than she'd ever expected.

She felt like... no, she was a goddess, and you were her tribute. Her dainty toes curled as tremors of pleasure rocked through her body, forcing her to sit back on her desk chair. Instinctively, she leaned back, and her legs opened, her free hand falling to caress her lower tummy, where her tribute was, where you fed her in more ways than one.

"Mmm, I can't wait for you to add to my ass ... no, my breasts ... make me even more beautiful, my little snack ... mmm, you'll look and feel so good as fat on my tits," Emiru moaned, panting as her bikini thong became tighter as she shifted in her chair, riding up to press into her pussy and drink in her sensual juices, the fabric darkening and her room rapidly growing to smell of her sex.

Fear blossomed in your heart again, though much weaker, as your goddess's words tremoured around you. You didn't want to be digested. You didn't want to become fat on her breasts, her smooth, perfectly shaped...

Your eyes fell back into place, wide and startled, as you realised more than a small part of you not only wanted to break down and add to the goddess's body, but you needed it.

Your limp limbs thrashed as a wave of pleasure crashed through your body. Your cock wagged erratically like an over-excited pup's tail as it shot your seed into the tendril. Blearly you could see your thick, white load floating aimlessly in the pink tendril. Abruptly, it began to bubble and fizz and was gone before you could even process what was happening, digested and used as fuel for the goddess's perfect body.

You felt your dick limply fall asleep, finally spent. The tendril that had devoured and fucked your diminutive member withdrew and melded back into the gooey wall it had spawned from. Your throat shivered, and you were dimly aware of the girthy tendril that raped your mouth withdrawing, though you saw more than you felt it moving.

Why were your limbs so weak? It felt like the goddess had fucked all the energy out of your body or absorbed it into her body. You hoped so, the divine Emiru could make much better use of that energy than you. She could make new videos, new cosplays, start a new stream, or who knew what else, and what about you? You'd have spent it fapping off to the divine one's perfect tummy, and this was so much better.

As the girthy tendril vanished into the squishy walls again, your bleary eyes were welcomed with the image of your now missing cock and balls. All that remained was a scrap of scabbed-over flesh.

It took several moments for what you were seeing to register.

Your manhood had been digested down, broken down into fat and protein for your beloved Emiru. You hoped it would make her complexion glow like it did in your favourite dirty books when Asian women guzzled down their lover's cum. Then again, you probably gave her less than a drop. There wasn't anything manly about your former genitals, they were just food for the Goddess if you were lucky, they'd add to her breasts. It was the closest your pathetic cock would ever get to such perfection.

You were a lucky morsel.

Your eyes shifted to your legs, then your arms. You weren't surprised to see that your hands and feet were gone, and what remained of the limbs were semi-liquid fleshy appendages that drooped into droplet points, melted by the mere touch of the villi.

Every ounce of your body would be broken down.

You tried to move your lips, moved to thank the divine cosplayer, but you couldn't form the movements to form the words, and nothing moved in your throat to make the sounds. After another minute, you worked out what had happened. Most of your mouth and vocal cords were probably digested now.

Snacks don't need to speak.

You were content.

You were happy.

The goddess's tendrils shifted and began to pass you down the small intestinal tract, fresh tendrils forming each time you were about to be released from their embrace. Your neck felt soft and malleable whenever the warm, slimy appendages left it, and you found yourself imagining that you must look like a bobblehead, your head bobbing from side to side when not secured by your goddess.

Your muscles were getting thinner and thinner. What was left of your arms briefly bent backwards when it caught the floor, yet you felt no pain. Your nerves must have already been broken down.

Abruptly you realised you hadn't felt pain for a while. The perfect, divine Emiru must have broken them down early so you wouldn't suffer in giving yourself to her. She is truly the perfect being if only you'd started to give thanks before now. You would have been her snack years ago.

Further and further, the villi passed you around, taking you deep into the small intestine. Your arms and legs rippled and fizzed, chunks of your gooey flesh sticking to each villus and sinking into its cells to be broken down for your beloved goddess. Soon not even stumps remained, and with each pass along the line of digestion, a villi would probe its head into your arm and leg holes, and you vaguely felt a pleasant fizzing and bubbling sensation inside your torso.

Not a scrap of you would go to waste.

All of you would become fat for Emiru.

If you still had a cock it would be hard, but that was long gone, a few villi had even started probing the scabby slit left behind. Emiru had taken your mouth, your ass, and your cock, now she would take the pussy she had given you, and as far as you were concerned, it belonged to her, like the rest of your flabby body.

All fear was gone.

With every second that passed, your body got smaller and smaller, lighter and lighter, as the villi hollowed you out and melted you down.

Another opening soon appeared at the edge of your vision. You tried to smile, but your lips were gone.

The giant, fleshy opening flexed, and the villi dragged you into the large intestine. You doubted you'd make it far. Your ride was over, you were nothing but fat now.

Nothing but fat. Emiru's fat.

That was good.

You'd be much more useful as traces of fat to add to Emiru's breasts or anywhere she wanted it. She would choose your fate.

Food doesn't think.

Food doesn't have opinions.

Food is fuel, and you are just fat for the divine beauty.