Sucked Out - Part Three

With the romantic words the blonde appears to melt, her lips parting invitingly as my former body steps in towards her. Before they can kiss, their opposing hands outstretched to keep the living cum separate, Hannah twists her head away.

"We need..." she huff, trying to tamp down her arousal. "We need to get my... body and... or maybe another one more my... and what about these..."

"Alright alright" Chloe chuckles, reaching out to take Hannah by the wrist as she begins to pull my diminished form closer to my former body and towards her cock as the magnetism kicks in. "We'll find you a new body first, one to be his new mom."

I shriek as I begin to roll from Hannah's palm, the blonde seemingly lost in thought as she grins ear to ear at the offer from her loving partner. The busty blonde practically melts into a giggling puddle, a hand racing over her flat taut belly as her imagination runs wild. She does nothing to stop the machinations of her partner, only flinching slightly as she feels her delicate tan hand tap Chloe's engorged member.

The second the side of Hannah's hand taps my former dick my whole body lunges over to it, resting atop the head as I feel my lower body squeeze its way back down the urethra. With a howl of terror I try to scramble away, forming the stubbing little limbs with all my might as I cling to the sensitive head.

My struggle doesn't go unnoticed, my former body wincing as I fumble and tug at the extremely sensitive flesh at the head of Chloe's cock. Somewhere I can feel my body grow thinner and thinner, the jizz I had become racing back up through the vas deferens back to find more to add to itself.

"Come on..." hisses Chloe, her eyes narrowing down at me as I squirm and struggle for dear life. A smirk slowly forms across her stolen lips, her gaze turning back to Hannah. "Honey, do you mind?" she coos, snapping Hannah from her barefoot and pregnant daydreaming.

The blonde jumps a little, yelping in shock as she watches me try my best to keep myself out of the fleshy prison Chloe had tried to trap me in. With quivering lips she drops down to her knees, her face looming ominously mere inches from my quivering and rapidly shrinking form.

"He... Help me!..." I squeal, my voice growing higher and higher as I lose more and more mass into the cock. "Please... you..." I wheeze, watching as my little stubby arms begin to fall apart from the constant strain.

"I'm..." Hanah whimpers, reaching out to me. My hope for her helping me vanishes however as she begins to press her finger against my head, pushing me down against the head of Chloe's cock. "I promise, I'll be the best mommy ev..." she coos softly, her voice soon becoming lost to me as my head is shoved inside Chloe's cock.

I feel myself rush down a series of tubes, the rushing of blood and heartbeats being all that I can hear as I suddenly find myself resting in a warm dark reservoir of thick disgusting liquid. I try to fight my fleshy prison, pounding against the thick walls with all my might as my oozing hands crumble with each impact.

For a moment I'm left alone, howling and crying in the darkness. However, before long I hear a screeching voice erupt from the tubing I had come from as the former blonde tumbles into Chloe's ball along with me.

"Let me out!" she screams, her thrashing form intermingling with my own mass. "I swear to god! This is so fucking disgusting!" the blonde howls, her voice turning to terrified shrieking as our whole world begins to shake and move.

Time means nothing inside the hot foul prison, the constant jostling and moving of Chloe leaving the blonde and myself rumbling around in the worst smelling bounce house known to man. We're stuck listening to each other scream and grunt as we shift with each of Chloe's movements, the only indicator we have of the outside world being the body thief's heart rate.

After some time the heart rate spikes, the thick goo surrounding us and making up our co-mingled bodies growing more plentiful in preparation for something to come. Dread fills my mind as we're sent rapidly moving again, a repetitive motion leaving us both grinding inside Chloe's ball as with each pass we're slammed against something firm.

I scream as I feel something tug at me, my body getting caught in some unseen opening and sucked up back into the thief's throbbing member. Reaching out I feel a stubby little arm form, something grabbing me much to my surprise.

"Don't leave me he..." Cries the blonde, her voice blubbering at the thought of being left alone in some stranger's balls. Her words are cut short however as I find myself suddenly surging up through some hot throbbing and pulsing tubes before erupting into some dark warm space and passing out.

As I come to I find myself floating someplace warm and soothing, a low steady drumbeat reverberating through my surroundings in a comforting manner. I try to open my eyes but find it all but impossible to move, my head hanging forward while my arms crunch up against my chest.

With all the effort I can muster, my mind struggling to even comprehend what is happening or where I am, I kick out violently as my foot hits something firm yet somewhat yielding. I feel the space around me lurch, a soft and breathy voice calling out from somewhere heavily muffled.

"Jor... they ki..." cries the voice excitedly, a loud thud emanating through the warm void as something pats at the outside. The cries of excitement continue, gigging and coos soon following as the rumblings of something rubbing the confines I found myself in reach me.

Suddenly, I feel something move in the void with me as a worrying soft limb brushes past and hits our shared prison as well.

The voice outside grunts a little at the impact, the dull drumbeat growing faster and faster with the sudden motions. A deep voice says... something in the distance, his low tone leaving the words a mangled mess by the time they reach me.

"They're fine..." calls the breathy voice, "Just...ppy to finally... em move..."

The lucidity is slowly lost however, the strain of the movement and keeping my seemingly drained mind active and awake taking its toll.

I slip in and out of consciousness for an untold number of times, each one being met with frenzied kicking at the walls entrapping me and the delighted cooing of the woman. My mind simply struggles to make sense of it all, each moment awake being filled with an animalistic struggle to be free before my mind can ever really take stock.

Finally, as I come to I feel my mind snap into gear as my eyes flicker open for just a moment. Not that it does anything, the dark space being devoid of light. A screaming fills my eyes, the muffled howling of some poor woman snapping me awake.

I writhe to be free, the urge to help growing inside me, I feel my world suddenly shift. Before I know it I'm being compressed in some warm dark space, a mess of voices intermingling with each other as my concern shifts from the pained woman to myself.

"Wait.. where..." I think to myself, my web struggling with the words as I try to remember how I had gotten here. The memories of that fateful night hit me like a truck, a high-pitched scream escaping my lungs as I cough up the liquid I had been floating in.

A pair of latex-covered hands coax me out, bringing me into the light as I close my eyes instinctively. As I'm brought into the open air I try to flee, to run away and get help in getting my body back. However, I instead simply shiver in place as my arms and legs just jitter without fine motor control.

A hand taps at my back, my body instinctively coughing up more and more of the foul liquid.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Hughes" croons a husky female voice next to my ear. I hear the oddly familiar breathy voice crying heavily, a blending of emotions overtaking them. Another set of cries fill the room along with my own desperate yells, the person holding me chuckling warmly.

"You have a beautiful pair of baby girls."