This was written by my friend, but he was too ashamed to put it on his account.

By the time I strapped on my diaper the tentacle had already started curling up my leg. I shat myself filling the diaper in mere seconds as the man in a fursuit began putting my other leg inside his mouth, using his saliva as a lubricant while he continued saying “owo” and “Murr~”. At this point I had a hard-on so big that it felt that at any moment my dick would explode from all the blood that rushed through my veins. ‘Excessively erect’ would be an understatement. A woman in a catsuit, carrying a whip, tore of my pants and began the CBT. I moaned with pleasure as she smacked my ass red. The luminescent, pink tentacle had wrapped itself around my breast and was poking its end against my left ear. Pre leaked from its tip and trickled down my face and into my lips and nostrils. By then the man in the fursuit eaten up to my waist attempting to say “Mmmm you’re bulgy wulgy is so big~ >:3”. Being a shemale has some very obvious ‘disadvantages’ but this? No, this was pure bliss. An orgasmic heaven that I never want to leave. The fursuiter and made his way up my neck, devouring the tentacle, the kinky catsuit woman and my spicy diaper. I would soon join them. Vore was a shared fetish we all had and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He had finally gulped me and my head down, finishing with a long “Ahhhhhh… you’we so dewicous Onii-chan.”.

I heard him yawn as I was sent down his oseophogus. My only regret is not being able to see his bloated body, it makes wet just thinking about it. As I made my way to the stomach I realised that the tentacle and the catsuit woman were still at work. Punishing me. I moaned with delight. She continued the CBT eagerly slapping my ass with her whip and I began deep throating the tentacle, It wiggled with pleasure. As it keep shoving and forcing its way down my throat I noticed something bright and yellow moving in the background. It was Kevin the minion wearing his golf attire. I wiggles with glee. He sat on my chest and began to strip tease my, slowly unbuttoning his overalls. His tic-tac like body made me climax as he rubbed his sweet cheeks against me. “Oooooo banana.” He said with his sexy voice. The tentacle and the catsuit woman then lifted themselves off of me and started pleasuring each other in a series of lustful, orgasmic positions. Leaving Kevin to dominate me. He took of his shoes revealing his stinky feet. He then grouped my breasts with them. He stood up squeezing out hot milk from my nipples, “mmmmm banana.” he moaned. He then stepped into my mouth, first his right foot then this left. Saliva filled my mouth making a sort of pool. I felt his slime feet shifting in my oral cavity, his toes wiggly, his toenails scratching my tonsils. He stepped out, a lust for my ass overwhelming him. He reached deep into my diaper, taking off his gloves. He played around with my shit and rubbed it against his face. He made his way into my diaper, fitting his entire body into it. I felt his hairs brush against my ass cheeks. Kevin started to dig his head into my anus, mimicking the human centipede. I ejaculated again, releasing double the load for triple the pleasure. The last thing I ever heard Kevin say was “Banana.” before he was lost, deep inside my anal cavity.

The tentacle and the catsuiter were still going at it when the stomach began to move. From the same hole we came from an old woman came down, it seems the furry outside had vored someone else. The old woman immediately left towards me, sticking her cane up me ass and forcing me to lick off the mouldy pieces of spinach from the gaps of her teeth. This is the best day ever. From behind I heard the tentacle and the kinky catsuiter coming closer. She leashed me, pulling my head back as the tentacle began penetrating the old woman’s vagina and mouth. “Beg for mercy you fucking slut.” The catsuiter ordered, whipping my ass ferociously “Whimper for me, you fucking whore!”. I did what I was told and she returned the favour by somewhere putting a penis cage around my wet, erect member. The cage was small, no longer than three centimetres while the full size of my cock was more the quadruple the size, clocking in at about thirteen and a half centimetres. The tentacle began thrusting harder into the old woman, I could tell from her loud moans, so loud it could probably be heard outside this fleshy prison. She screamed “The harder you thrust, the more I dust!”. The catsuiter, still holding onto the leash, then bent down underneath the woman’s ovaries and opened her mouth wide. The tentacle momentarily pulled out of the old woman. She began to urinate gallons upon gallons of blood red piss. The catsuiter gulped every last drop. The tentacle went back to thrusting, it thrusted so hard it came out of the old woman’s mouth and into my own. I felt it go through my stomach and down into my intestines. It came out my ass and wrapped itself around my cock, still inside the cage. A thin line off semen exited the tip of the metal compartment and splattered all over the room. It did the same to the catsuiter. We all moaned with pleasure before it retracted itself. It was covered in faeces, gastric acids and jizz. The old woman soon dropped dead after a few minutes. “Necrophilia time!” The catsuiter gleefully pronounced. We gathered round the wrinkly corpse, eager to dive right in.