Careful, wearing that is gonna make others assume she’s someone’s lost ball pet, looking for a new place to stay.

Don’t be surprised if the next inn she rests up at offers her a couple of nights for free in the receptionist’s balls.

Omg, congrats!!

Figured I'd share the updated progress chart! It's a shame that some folks picked numbers that were already elminated... that gives the rest of you worse odds~

Reminder that anyone can still participate! I'm still hungry.

The picture depicts Ravena Cross, a goth lawyer, pushing a permavore contract across a table towards the reader. Her deep cleavage is on full display.

The challenge is simple. I've picked a number between 1 and 100. You sign the waiver, post a pic of your muse, and try to guess it.

The correct guess gets free art with me.

Everyone else? Instantly churned and tempvored... or worse🖤

Dare you take a stab? #tempvore #permavore

What kind of researcher would I be if I didn’t help give you a larger sample size?

And that’s not the only thing I’ll end up enlarging~

Gonna run some numbers on this and make sure I’m up to date before submitting.

Prey ID: [Raika]
- Consumption status: PENDING
- Digestion cycle: NOT INITIATED
- Disposal queue: EMPTY

Warning: Target remains outside gastric chamber
- Vital signs: stable
- Location: uneaten, undigested, still annoyingly whole
- Edibility rating: 100% (fresh, squirmy, prime meal potential)

Blon and Tea were simply confused as to why the new girls that arrived in their prison looked so terrified and were so desperate to leave.

Why did she not simply join them in their song?

It didn't make sense to either of them, they couldn't imagine expressing such feelings outside of their music.

Over the years, other small performers would come and go.
He had mastered his craft of turning respectable women into brainwashed sirens who lived in his spunk and sung for him.

And it was a flexible enough operation to act as as both a rotation of talent and as a choir for larger performances.

Such lyrics were rather popular in the mainstream and made it onto many of his hit albums in the future.

Though a common criticism of his music was the frequent use of 'sticky' and 'tight' in the lyrics, they also wondered why the vocalists were kept anonymous.

His heart beat would act as their very own metronome and they would only act in response to it.

They stopped being able to converse with each other normally, they instead exchanged lyrics between one another and came up with countless songs in various genres about how much they wished to be free.

Blon looked utterly exhausted after that, the bright eyed researcher had started losing all hope of escaping. But just seemed glad that they got through it.

Over time, the girls would become more refined as his instruments...

Outside, the maestro's heavy ropes painted his table until one spurt landed on the metronome, knocking it over and signaling the end of his song.

He sighed contently as his balls relaxed and sagged, leaving the girls with a lot more room and only a small puddle near the bottom.

Tea was right, though.
When he was this hard, it was impossible to leave like this.

All they could do was try not to get too much of the torrent of cum in their eyes as it flowed past them at an incredible speed.

The sack clenched down on them so tightly that they'd feel their own knees press up against their shoulders as they were ruthlessly compacted.

Luckily, they had a bit more space to work with as they were partially pulled up into the shaft.

The duo had one last shot with their dwindling energy and pushed off of each other to make it through the constantly thickening sludge.

Their teamworked paid off as a satisfied groan could be heard far from above...

But their odds of survival were on the decline as window of opportunity for the song's climax was nearing its end and soon it would be time to lower the tempo and close it out, whether he was satisfied or not was secondary to a good performance.

The girls' performance by comparison left a lot to be desired. But he expected no less for their first day.
With time, he could get them accustomed to his body's rhythm and form a perfect harmony.

The maestro kept his hands off and mimicked a conductor's baton motions with his finger as it hovered over his balls.
His body seemed well tuned today. Even his rock hard shaft was quivering and twitching precisely to the metronome's tempo.

Cuuuute.
Took me a sec to notice the pair of legs sticking out of him.

Command grabs are so cheap and the lengthy animation afterwards is humiliating…

He abruptly stopped stroking on the verge of the climax. It pulsated… twitched and clenched *very* tightly around the girls while his fingers very gently drummed against his balls… Encouraging the pair to finish him off with one last solo… or in this case it would be a duo. Either way, his wants seemed clear to them; struggle hard or you will drown. If they could survive, this’d become their daily routine… As performers for thus maestro’s private performance. Perhaps one day they would perform it publicly, on a large stage.

Blon had nearly lost consciousness but surfaced up to the > inch tall pocket of air and started to punch and kick away at the walls with what little strength she had left, having to balance gasping for air and coughing up his load.

🎼🎶Pt. 2/2
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As the balls let out a loud churn, It seemed like the girls’ efforts were… Rewarded? Punished? It was hard to tell the difference from their position. But one thing was clear; they got him hard. And a hand wrapped itself firmly around the shaft. He didn’t start right away, instead he leaned over to set up metronome before stroking in rhythm to it. The force he put into it was enough to bounce his balls in tune to his erotic little orchestra, the girls made up both his only audience and as his new instruments.

🎼𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱… 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~… 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱… 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~… 🎶 Each thud and slosh was within about three ticks of the metronome, a slow pace to the start of his ‘song.’ The pair was jostled around by the impacts, Blon’s hair tie finally gave out and her hair messily spread out into the pool of white. She landed on top of the mouse a couple of times after one of the bounces, then the mouse landed on her. Each impact threatened to knock the air out of them.

Then the ‘maestro’ upped his tempo. 🎶𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~ 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~…🎵🎵 One thud per each metronome tick. The increased pace included less impact but result in more frequent and circular bounces for the girls to endure. They were flung and spun around like pieces of clothing in a washing machine. Pre-cum started to ooze out of their prison, giving them a very small air pocket. Though at this pace, it was worthless for air, its only use was to add a backing chorus to his music in the form of muffled moans or screams.

🎶𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~ 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗱. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝~…🎵🎵 *Four* strokes with each tick of the metronome signaled the approaching climax of the song. It was a very hazardous pace for anything living inside of his ‘instrument.’ The girls couldn’t tell which way was up or down anymore. Gravity shifted whichever way his hand stroked, their bodies tangled and untangled repeatedly like a game of twister. Blon finally gave out, bubbles of air burst out of her mouth as she couldn’t hold her breath anymore. Luckily, the song was nearing its end. All he needed was one last solo to finish it off.

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He’s d-definitely going at it right now…
It’s thick and r-rising so quickly!
Mmggh…! Bllrrph..!
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷

*The blonde squirms as hard as she can with what little thick air she was able to breathe in before her head went under.*

Being redistributed like that must feel utterly demoralizing 😵‍💫
Finally being released out into the tight shaft only to immediately be shoved down into the other sack.

Y-You’d think kicking a guy *in* the balls would be more effective.
But whatever… we need to get him off before we drown in here!

I suppose it would go everywhere when it starts to eject out, like being inside the base of a geyser, jeez…

Must be incredibly pleasurable for him to have two of us crammed in here, squirming around.

Wonder if he’ll find another couple of girls to fill his other sack to balance it out.

B-But it’s already so tight… and you’re telling me you like this?!?

It’s okay, we have each other to keep ourselves somewhat conscious and uhm… sane, I suppose?
I mean, I’d probably already be disassociating an hour in here alone.

Ugh, it’s all over my hair, think I got some in my mouth too!

Around 70 seconds in ideal conditions. The thick air in here would probably shave off at least 30…
Ugh, my clothes are already melting off.

You mean we’re just gonna get squeezed when he busts?
Pushed up against the ceiling as everything is ejected but we’re just… too big for the exit?
Oh my. >///>

It's... considerably less spacious than I expected.

He didn't say anything, I'm guessing he found it rude that I was speak to his balls without greeting him.
Whoops...

Judging by the fluid build-up, we'll be released soon, I'm sure!
He can't keep all of this in for much longer, can he?

Done for @nikkiscutefeet.bsky.social and alice_giantess on twitter
who have a bit of fun with a certain girl recycler

#Sizesky #Giantess #vore #巨大娘 #丸呑み

*The woman’s voice disappears abruptly.

A rhythmic ‘𝑮𝑳𝑴𝑷𝑯~’ sound repeats a few times above her.
Tea knew what that sound meant.

Shortly after, the woman joins Tea in the sack with a splash, looking rather dazed and wide eyed.*

Guess I won’t need to imagine it, a-ahaha…