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You have been eaten and digested by Whitney, yet you awake in front of your home. Something feels wrong, but you can't tell what it is, until you have a revelation that changes everything. Time to confront Whitney!
What to expect:
I wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.
The story is split into two parts now. Both parts have three options that will all lead to a different ending once I've written them. I also want to give you the option to vote on which ending I'm going to write first.
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You hear the loud buzzing coming closer and as you start screaming, you feel some of the insects entering your mouth. Darkness.\nThe massive black scorpion in front of you is clicking with its pincers menacingly. They are enormous and bigger than you. As you make a step back, the scorpion dashes forward and you feel one of the nippers closing around your body. Looking up you see the huge stinger looming above your head. You struggle, but the grip of the pincer is too tight to escape from. And suddenly the black stinger launches forward and pierces your forehead. Darkness.\nA weird, distorted version of Whitney is sitting in a beanbag. After taking a closer look, you realize that it isn't a real beanbag. It's a full diaper that is taped around her waist and is slowly expanding more and more. Her belly is swollen and she looks like she gained a lot of weight since the last time you saw her. Even her arms are fat and wobbly. Her arms that reach out to grab a seemingly calm Cole, before she opens her jaws and devours him whole. With just one gulp, the black rabbit travels down her throat before being added to her bulging belly. You see Whitney's face becoming strained and notice how her diaper expands even further, before she looks at you. It's too late to escape. Her hands have already grabbed you and you are being pulled face first into her gaping maw. Strands of saliva coat you, as you glide into... darkness.\n\nYou wake up from birds' twittering. You definitely were digested in Whitney's belly earlier tonight. But somehow, you are still here. And judging by the weird dream you had, you have died multiple times on this island before. Whenever you thought you were just unconscious after being bitten by a tarantula, or stung by bees or a scorpion, you actually died and woke up in front of your house again. But Cole didn't survive being eaten. What is it that makes you special? \nWith that thought in mind, you put on some clothes. You are about to have a serious conversation with Whitney.\n\nHer lustful moans can be heard from half a mile away. What the hell is this wolf doing? There aren't any other villagers around at the moment, so you don't have to justify what you are about to do next. You take a look through the window of her home and stare directly into her bedroom. There she is, laying on her bed, both hands pressed into the front of her thick, brown-stained diaper that has something written on it. You recognize the blurred and bloated letters: “P-BUG'S NEW HOME”\nWhitney has her eyes closed while she grinds her crotch against your mushy remains. The blush on her face indicates how much she enjoys pleasuring herself with her own waste, not to speak of her loud moans that are coming through the walls of her home.\nAnd somehow, you're turned on by the sight of it as well. Wait, what are you thinking? This wolf is a serious psycho. She even talks to you. Well, not you exactly. But to that what is left of you and contained inside her diaper right now: “I'm so sorry, P-Bug... I'm so sorry that you can only experience being my diaper filling once.”\nShe is panting heavily as a strong orgasm rocks her body. You figure that it is probably not the first one that she had today. “I kinda wish that... hngg... we could do this... ahhh... more often, snappy.”\nExhausted, she sinks into her pillow and gives her diaper some pats. “Unfortunately you're getting cold and uncomfortable to be in any longer. It's a shame, but I'll have to throw you in the trash.”\nShe slowly rises again and stands up from her bed. The diaper with your remains inside is sagging down dangerously low now, almost touching the carpet and the side elastics are clearly stretched to their maximum. With every step that she waddles towards her bedroom door, the diaper swings from side to side and almost seems to throw her off balance. She stumbles forward and gets a hold of the door handle.\nYou don't know where she went after she left the bedroom, but you're almost certain that she is heading to the bathroom to take a shower. The perfect moment for you to enter her home and catch her off guard.\n\nYou wait another minute, then you enter her house. A putrid smell is lingering in the air. How long has she been pleasuring herself with your remains? Smells like it could have been hours of continuous diaper grinding, orgasms and even more diaper filling.\nFollowing the sound of running water, you have no problems with finding the bathroom. A random thought crosses your mind: If you enter the bathroom now and see her standing naked in the shower, are you any better than her? Wouldn't this make you a creep as well? You remember an old movie, where the female protagonist gets stabbed to death in the shower.\nYou shake your head. You are not here to stab her. You just want to have a serious conversation with her about what she did to you the night before. \nWith a bit more vigor than necessary you swing open the bathroom door, so that it slams against the wall with a Bang. The shape behind the shower curtain stops moving. “Who's there?” she asks sheepishly. \nInstead of answering, you look around the room. You see a diaper pail standing in the corner of the bathroom, the diaper with your name written on it, balled up and sticking out of it, as if Whitney tried to push it inside the pail but gave up midway.\nThe water gets turned off and then you see her white-furred arm coming from behind the shower curtain, searching for her towel. She grabs it and pulls it behind the curtain where you can see how she wraps it around her body. After she is done, she pulls the curtain aside and stares at you. Her face turns from a mixture of anger and curiosity to one of surprise and fear. “No,” she stammers. “This is not possible, snappy.”\nShe glances at the diaper pail in the corner, then back at you again, as if your remains somehow managed to come back to life and to your old form. “But... how?”\nIn your head, you had prepared the snarkiest answers: “Magic, bitch!” or “I'm the diaper ghost that will haunt your filthy butt until all eternity!”\nBut now, you just shrug and shake your head. You don't know how it was possible for you to return. “I don't know. It just happens,” you say.\n“Okay listen,” Whitney starts. “Before you turn me in, let me explain!”\n“No need to explain. You are a predator. You eat meat,” you say. And suddenly you notice how calm you are. You wanted to be angry, scream at her, making her regret everything she has done to Cole and to you. But somehow, you can't. 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I want to experience being eaten by you another time.”\n\n“I want other predators on the island to get a taste of me as well.”\n\n“I really enjoyed being anally stimulated, can we do this again?”","writing_bbcode_parsed":"You wake up in front of your house with a loud gasp for air. What happened? You remember how Whitney captured you. How she stuffed you with fruits and vegetables. And how she ultimately ate you. You remember falling asleep in her stomach. Has it just been a dream? But then why did you wake up in front of your home and not in your bedroom? Also, the memory feels too real to come from a dream.
Slowly, you stand up. Your butt feels kinda sore and your legs are wobbly. No. You are sure now. This wasn't just a dream. Because if it was, then why are you completely naked?
You are glad that it is night time right now, otherwise the other villagers would have seen you lying around in the grass without any clothes to cover your body.
Blushing you enter the safety of your home, still unsure about what happened to you. You are tired and need some sleep, even though you just woke up. Something is terribly wrong and you can't tell what it is.
You pull on pajamas and lay down in your bed. It doesn't take long to fall asleep, even though your mind is still racing.
You are running. A giant tarantula is right behind you, chasing you. You can hear its eight legs, hairy and heavy, clacking as it follows you. And then you stumble. You fall over. When you turn around, the spider is above you, its eight eyes focusing you. The venom on its chelicerae is glistening. You start to scream and the tarantula sinks its teeth into the flesh of your belly. Darkness.
You are running again. A swarm of bees is following you. You must have angered them while shaking trees. Your face already feels swollen. Some of their stingers seem to have found their target already and you run for your life to not get stung again. But you are surrounded by walls and suddenly out of nowhere, another wall appears in front of you. No chance to escape. You hear the loud buzzing coming closer and as you start screaming, you feel some of the insects entering your mouth. Darkness.
The massive black scorpion in front of you is clicking with its pincers menacingly. They are enormous and bigger than you. As you make a step back, the scorpion dashes forward and you feel one of the nippers closing around your body. Looking up you see the huge stinger looming above your head. You struggle, but the grip of the pincer is too tight to escape from. And suddenly the black stinger launches forward and pierces your forehead. Darkness.
A weird, distorted version of Whitney is sitting in a beanbag. After taking a closer look, you realize that it isn't a real beanbag. It's a full diaper that is taped around her waist and is slowly expanding more and more. Her belly is swollen and she looks like she gained a lot of weight since the last time you saw her. Even her arms are fat and wobbly. Her arms that reach out to grab a seemingly calm Cole, before she opens her jaws and devours him whole. With just one gulp, the black rabbit travels down her throat before being added to her bulging belly. You see Whitney's face becoming strained and notice how her diaper expands even further, before she looks at you. It's too late to escape. Her hands have already grabbed you and you are being pulled face first into her gaping maw. Strands of saliva coat you, as you glide into... darkness.
You wake up from birds' twittering. You definitely were digested in Whitney's belly earlier tonight. But somehow, you are still here. And judging by the weird dream you had, you have died multiple times on this island before. Whenever you thought you were just unconscious after being bitten by a tarantula, or stung by bees or a scorpion, you actually died and woke up in front of your house again. But Cole didn't survive being eaten. What is it that makes you special?
With that thought in mind, you put on some clothes. You are about to have a serious conversation with Whitney.
Her lustful moans can be heard from half a mile away. What the hell is this wolf doing? There aren't any other villagers around at the moment, so you don't have to justify what you are about to do next. You take a look through the window of her home and stare directly into her bedroom. There she is, laying on her bed, both hands pressed into the front of her thick, brown-stained diaper that has something written on it. You recognize the blurred and bloated letters: “P-BUG'S NEW HOME”
Whitney has her eyes closed while she grinds her crotch against your mushy remains. The blush on her face indicates how much she enjoys pleasuring herself with her own waste, not to speak of her loud moans that are coming through the walls of her home.
And somehow, you're turned on by the sight of it as well. Wait, what are you thinking? This wolf is a serious psycho. She even talks to you. Well, not you exactly. But to that what is left of you and contained inside her diaper right now: “I'm so sorry, P-Bug... I'm so sorry that you can only experience being my diaper filling once.”
She is panting heavily as a strong orgasm rocks her body. You figure that it is probably not the first one that she had today. “I kinda wish that... hngg... we could do this... ahhh... more often, snappy.”
Exhausted, she sinks into her pillow and gives her diaper some pats. “Unfortunately you're getting cold and uncomfortable to be in any longer. It's a shame, but I'll have to throw you in the trash.”
She slowly rises again and stands up from her bed. The diaper with your remains inside is sagging down dangerously low now, almost touching the carpet and the side elastics are clearly stretched to their maximum. With every step that she waddles towards her bedroom door, the diaper swings from side to side and almost seems to throw her off balance. She stumbles forward and gets a hold of the door handle.
You don't know where she went after she left the bedroom, but you're almost certain that she is heading to the bathroom to take a shower. The perfect moment for you to enter her home and catch her off guard.
You wait another minute, then you enter her house. A putrid smell is lingering in the air. How long has she been pleasuring herself with your remains? Smells like it could have been hours of continuous diaper grinding, orgasms and even more diaper filling.
Following the sound of running water, you have no problems with finding the bathroom. A random thought crosses your mind: If you enter the bathroom now and see her standing naked in the shower, are you any better than her? Wouldn't this make you a creep as well? You remember an old movie, where the female protagonist gets stabbed to death in the shower.
You shake your head. You are not here to stab her. You just want to have a serious conversation with her about what she did to you the night before.
With a bit more vigor than necessary you swing open the bathroom door, so that it slams against the wall with a Bang. The shape behind the shower curtain stops moving. “Who's there?” she asks sheepishly.
Instead of answering, you look around the room. You see a diaper pail standing in the corner of the bathroom, the diaper with your name written on it, balled up and sticking out of it, as if Whitney tried to push it inside the pail but gave up midway.
The water gets turned off and then you see her white-furred arm coming from behind the shower curtain, searching for her towel. She grabs it and pulls it behind the curtain where you can see how she wraps it around her body. After she is done, she pulls the curtain aside and stares at you. Her face turns from a mixture of anger and curiosity to one of surprise and fear. “No,” she stammers. “This is not possible, snappy.”
She glances at the diaper pail in the corner, then back at you again, as if your remains somehow managed to come back to life and to your old form. “But... how?”
In your head, you had prepared the snarkiest answers: “Magic, bitch!” or “I'm the diaper ghost that will haunt your filthy butt until all eternity!”
But now, you just shrug and shake your head. You don't know how it was possible for you to return. “I don't know. It just happens,” you say.
“Okay listen,” Whitney starts. “Before you turn me in, let me explain!”
“No need to explain. You are a predator. You eat meat,” you say. And suddenly you notice how calm you are. You wanted to be angry, scream at her, making her regret everything she has done to Cole and to you. But somehow, you can't. You remember the calmness you felt when you were inside her stomach last night and you wonder if Cole had felt the same, before he was being dissolved into nothing but mushy diaper filling.
She seems to notice how calm you are. “So, you won't turn me in, P-Bug? You know, I really like it here on the island and leaving it because of a little mistake I made-”
“A little mistake?” you interrupt her. “You ate Cole and me and even though I somehow came back to life, Cole didn't. But no... I won't turn you in. I won't tell Isabelle what you've done.”
“I really appreciate that, snappy,” she exclaims and you see how she wags her tail under her towel. “And I want to make it up to you.”
You smile. There are already some kinky ideas in your mind. And now that you know that you can't die, there is no need to hold back anymore.
What is it that you suggest?
“Let's do it again. I want to experience being eaten by you another time.”
“I want other predators on the island to get a taste of me as well.”
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