Brother of Chester Estate
Part 1


Written by Septia.


An atmosphere of pine ingrained the dining hall; the nature outside of the Chester manor's attempt to break through the facade. The verdant air a clash with the decor: from the chandelier grafted with jade to the mahogany carved furniture, and the precious metals adorning the frames of grand paintings on a vibrant tapestry across the walls. The sharp chiselling, texture, and glares of reflecting light closed in an assault from all sides; to think that in such a spacious edifice I felt caged. 
	“Aaa, hahah haaa,” came a throaty chuckle from down the table. “Oh Marigold, dear Marigold, you do have an eye for the finer details indeed.” 
	“My, syr Stanley, thou doth flatter me so,” Marigold said as she leaned forward to loom over the table, her chest clapping into the clothed wood and bulldozing against her plates and various cutlery -Bbtwwnnggwpppfs-. The twenty liter, chocolate freckled bust ploughing forwards in a sluggish motion that made her cleavage protrude in a dune up her white dress. She looked as if two couch cushions made of pudding had been crammed inside a dress to share accommodations with a mop. The lady protested, though she did wear an outfit taking full advantage of displaying her magnanimous bust. Despite how lame my father's courting was, she was hungry for the attention. 
	“Or, at this point, should I call you, Dennis?” Marigold smiled with glass eyes. 
	“Why, madam Chester, it would only be appropriate,” Dad said and raised his glass to toast hers. Before his face snapped in my direction, the charm melting off of his sharp demeanour. “Jayden Laleon Stanley,” full name, here we go…, “if you have nothing to contribute to the conversation at hand, the very least you could do is partake of the magnificent food,” his tone was smoothened like a knife to a sand belt, “that your dear, mother, has ordained to prepare for us, no?” 
	-Gllgmsph- Came a swallow from beside me as my sister looked up from her plate. “Yeah, Jayjay, your dour mood could be bottled up for its toxins, it is not doing the mood any favours,” Ashley said, wiping her bright orange hair off of the table to remain presentable as she joined my father's glowering. 
	There were certainly things I wanted to say; how the manor's missus had surely not sullied her dainty hands with any of the cooking, how if anyone had brought down the mood it was their yelling, not to mention the fact no one had wanted to hear from me and how I felt about being ushered in with a new mother, or sister… especially so soon after… 
	I peered up, across the table from me, two brilliant dots of amethyst hung suspended against a vast cosmos. As if a film being developed the rest of her manifested around those shimmering daggers honed in on my visage. My vision adjusting to the sight of those eerie eyes of scintillant purple always transfixing onto my gaze, to see the pale oaken face, the pale blond hair combed straight and falling into faint hooks. That pencil-stroke of a mouth, smiling. How long had she been staring at me?  All of her figure coming together like an anomaly against the decor of the dining hall. She carried that gentle smile with an ethereal beauty, as if at any moment she would transcend this plane and walk among the stars. And yet here she remained, in Ceres, in this manor, by this table, looking at me… Her eyebrows descended by a cent. 
	I averted my gaze, shuddering. Sure, with my father's connections, this was not my first visit dining with celebrities, yet they always had an act of professionalism, a mask to carry in a faux social life. But, this… Was supposed to be my family. The step-brother to… Amber Chester. The, Amber Chester. 
	To avoid staring, my eyes landed on her plate: stacked with a hundred layer golden potato with smoke steamed shark cutlets, and broccoli jelly reduction. She had not touched her plate. This forged me some confidence. 
	“You're targeting me when Am-am... m-miss Chester hasn't even started. Can't we have this dinner in peace? We are just getting to know each other.” 
	“Oooo-hoh,” came a voice as smooth as butter brushed onto a can, Amber's mouth puckered to draw out the soft noise, “So he, does, speak.” 
	Had I really not spoken to her before? I suppose, it was the first day in the manor, had dad introduced me? I remember shaking her hand, the grasp she held on my palm… I hated myself for fixating on that, I am not the type to fanboy over celebrities, but I remember every twitch of her muscles, the placement of her fingers, the tightness of her firm grasp. 
	Amber's smile curled a touch tighter. 
	“Am I watching my son dare to speak ill of the ladies of the manor?” despite addressing me, as he spoke he turned towards Marigold, “A fine lady such as her knows what she is doing, perhaps watching her figure, perhaps savouring the ingredients, and as they truly deserve to be.” 
	Ashley looked up with her mouth full at the 'watching her figure' comment. Mumbling. “It's just fish.” 
	Marigold clapped her hands together, an action which pinned her elbows into her bust and jostled the bountiful mammaries. “My dearest daughter, see how thy worry the family? Pray tell… is it so that you have no… appetite?” the mother pondered. 
	Amber turned her head to Marigold. “Mother of mine, I desire to include our new family,” she raised her arms to her sides, “this is our first dinner, shared, as a combined pedigree. I just want to…,” she said, tilting her head to me, and saying the next word with teeth clasped in a smile, “Treasure, them.” 
	“And they are worth nothing less,” Marigold mused with her attention back to my father. “Dear sweet pot, we are both still overwhelmed to have a new family within these walls.” 
	“Of course, please, do take all the time you require,” Dennis said, whipping out a handkerchief, “I must admit that Helen's, departure, still lies heavy on my mind,” he said, making a scene of wiping his face and blowing his nose. 
	Marigold frowned, with all but her eyes. “T’was indeed a nasty fall. It still weighs heavy on my heart, to think if my inspectors had been more thorough in their duties at the construction site, she might still be with us.” 
	Dad scoffed in his handkerchief. “My Mary, my Mary, it was my company's construction site. If you were to blame, then I would be, just as guilty as you.” 
	The corner of her lip twitched into a smirk. “If,” she repeated. 
	Dad raised his glass, “If… A toast, to our dearly departed, but also, to new possibilities, and a pair of, wonderful women to be part of our family.”
	Ashley and I both shot daggers in our father's direction as we joined in the toast, at least there was something we agreed on. 
	After finishing her drink Amber took to the food, with gentle motions carving morsels out of the portions. She let her eyes wander, though they often came to a halt at me, like I was a bus stop in her gazing paths. Was something wrong? Did I have a fishbone in my teeth and no one told me? That would explain some of dad and sis's nonchalant anger. Why would she keep looking at me? It made sense, they were a child, who had taken to the piano at a meager age to stun an audience, who had not only gotten a leading role before her teens, but had managed the staff for the entire shoot, if the stories were to be believed. Though, considering her output of self crafted music and, the novels, or the cinematography she left for the world to see, it was was within all possibility. Maybe I wouldn't say she was a direct inspiration for my own work, but it was hard not to be inspired. A true polyglot with her fingers in all pies of production, self-made long before even becoming an adult, blossoming in her younger years, and thriving in her adulthood. Everyone at the table knew who she was long before our parents had met. It was hard to escape her name. So why would she care about me? 
	“Jayden,” that smooth balm of a voice once more, as the amethyst pair adorning her face were staring me down again. “I meant what I said. I treasure you, my very own brother. I look forward to, get a feel for who you are, as… my… brother.” Every word so sultry and dripping with honey, as as she closed her mouth over another forkful of exotic ingredients, holding the fork between her lips, and gradually, delicately, pulling it out past her lips. “You are aware, if anything troubles you, I would be happy to house your concerns, I am all open for you,” she said with a pause, emphasising herself with a gentle lean, “wide, open.” 
	“Cram it, you hip twig,” Ashley scoffed as she took another jug of wine. “You ain't the only sister around, and this ‘lil twerp isn't worth your time, trust me, hardly worth it in himself as an amusement, dad knows he's never gonna amount to anything. And don't go around acting as if you're the only name in the family, I've had three magazine shoots this week alone, and more on the way,” Ashley grumbled, akin to a rabid raccoon, something unlike the image she projected out to the world as a model, but closer to the Ashley I knew at home. 
	Amber observed her, their smile growing ever so slightly bigger. “Of course, sister of mine. It was not my intent to put you out of the spotlight, you are, quite the gem.” 
	“Gem?” Ashley scoffed with vitriol behind her teeth, “You dare call me that again and I'll shove that fork so far up your pus-.” 
	“Ashley Stanley,” Dad ordered.
	Ashley relaxed. 
	“Don't, is this any way to treat your new sibling? My apologies, you understand the loss of her mother, it has only been so long. I am of the clear notion Ashley and I can agree that the Chester estate is very fortunate to have an heir of such a prime example, Amber, aren't we, Ashley?” 
	Ashley clicked her lips, turning away from dad and over to me. “Yes, dad,” she mumbled, then spat on my lap when no one was looking. “You speak up for once. Only way to escape me looking bad, is you looking worse…” 
	I huffed through my nostrils listening to her hushed down. She'd made my life hell more than enough. I didn't wanna stay on her bad side here. Waiting for a moment to butt into the conversation. 
	“… And a beautiful manor it is, what century did you say it was?” 
	“Oh, she is almost as old as me,” Marigold responded with a crescent gesture. 
	“Ahaha, Marigold you are a woman in your prime, but a treasure on equal footing to such an estate. Why, imagine if these old walls could talk, what stories they would tell.” 
	Marigold lost her countenance for a moment, eyeing the walls. “Bully, grand tales I am sure. Yet, there art all the more memories,” she said reaching out to lay her palm on my father’s, her words smooth as waxed velvet, “to be made.” 
	“This reminds me,” I spoke up, “there is an interesting relationship between what we observe to be true, and how that colours our biases for-.” 
	“Ooooh, Jayden,” my father exasperated, “You are bringing that up now? Could we keep conversation removed from fantastical, philosophical concepts, and focus on what we are doing here and now?” 
	Deep inhale, long exhale. That was enough. I stood from the table. “Thank you, Mrs. Chester, for the dinner, may I be excused?” 
	I channelled all my focus into the lady of the house, bypassing my father. 
	Dad looked at Marigold. “Thou may, do hope it was to your standards.” 
	“Yeah. It was good,” I mumbled as I turned to leave before my actual family could intervene. 
	“Jayden,” she said my name, I glanced over my shoulder, struck by that flash of her eyes once more, “My doors are always open for you, should you need to, confide in someone, alright, bro~?” I felt a chill down my spine, but I couldn't determine its origin: fear, worry, excitement? Spending time along with Amber Chester… but, she was my sister now, kinda… “Yeah, sure,” I managed a response before scuttling off, out through the mansion.


~ 1 ~


Several dinners ended up in a similar manner over the course of the first week living in the Chester manor. With dad praising Amber's conduct while apologizing and condemning mine. There was a part of me that hoped that, maybe, a new wife would change my father, even a bit. Though Mrs. Chester was a vixen, an old fox, and judging by her assets it was clear to see what my dad was really attracted by… Dealer’s choice whether I was talking about her wealth or her jumbo tits… It was just like before, he was still the same father, and I was still stuck with him. But something kept me going, one thing that anchored me, what kept me sane… 
	I sat down in my room – a barely renovated guest room – and switched on my laptop. Bringing up my maps and progresses documents, polishing and playtesting my game and revamping its mechanics. It had been a few years of this, mostly in the background, away from prying eyes, thousands, which was a must with the company I lived with… There was so much I still wanted to add, so much more of the story I wanted to develop, to score it with even better music, but… I also had to see it be shipped. When this got out, and with marketing money pilfered from dad and his connections, I could break free, passive income instead of whatever dad forces me to school, and a chance to escape this whole family. I had been holding on it for long enough. Just a little while longer… 
	-Ckkkdnnk- The door slammed open. “Sup, Jayjay, great style leaving me with the love vultures and ‘lil miss perfect. Real family love you’re showing.” 
	I closed the laptop. 
	“Wow, that’s why you had to leave the table?” Ashley smirked. “Sitting across from that celeb got your dick stiff?” 
	“You’re just here because you’re the only one left for dad to be pissed at when I left the table, so get it out of your system.” 
	Ashley winced and grabbed the back of my head, dunking it into the table. My arms reflectively covering the computer as she did. “Whatever, think cus our room’s further apart I won’t get to you? Phe. Go bury your face in nerd fantasies and pics of your step-mom’s tits like the looser you are,” she spat out, storming out of the room. 
	In a way my plan had worked. She wasn’t pestering me anymore. Flipping up the laptop I started backing up to my flashdrive. In case she’d get any ideas to ‘prank’ me. 
	-Kkkrrk- The door creaked. She was watching. I hid the drive, pretending I hadn’t noticed. I’d wait her out before showing her where the backups were… Though, she stayed for, a long while. I could feel her gaze drilling into me. Minute, after minute, dragging on like hours. Fingers drumming on the table by the flashdrive. Was she still there? 
	“I can see you...” I eventually relented. 
	The door opened. “Then, may I enter?” It was Amber. 
	“A—ah. I… hi.” 
	She sauntered into my room, peeking at the still packed bags. “You stormed off in such a hurry, mother of mine wanted to ensure you are… comfortable, so…” she mused and shuffled up behind me, “are you, comfortable, Jayden?” 
	“I’m… fine.” 
	Her eyes landed on the screen. “What is that?” 
	“It’s nothing,” I spoke with more confidence. 
	“Looks, fun,” Amber mused, brushing her cheek, “a stage for numbers and symbols to dance, their performance forging a narrative.” 
	I glanced up at her. “That’s… one way to, put it.” 
	Amber held still, then leaned down to rest her head a cent above my shoulder. “It appears I am making you uncomfortable, a shame. I really want to get, to know, you… But you’ll know where I am,” she rose, sauntering back to the door, without turning she said. “We have no doors locked for family here.” And with that, she was gone. 
	I sighed into my hand. Confusion refusing to settle. On nights like these, I could really use a drink… 


~ 2 ~


The moon lit my path back up to the manor. A long day, and a short night, but one where I could actually relax, even if too much… Relaxation, had really hit my blood alcohol levels. I more stumbled up the path, grumbling to myself what Ashley or dad would say. But this late, they wouldn't be awake. Even influenced, I picked the right key to the Chester manor's many doors on the first go. I just, needed to sleep. I rubbed my eyes far harder than I ought, teetering to keep up with my balance, my vision blurred from rubbing tears out of my eyes, but I could see the door, and past it: my bed, my travel bags, still packed, because, of course. And my… The lack of my laptop started to sober me up. It wasn't on the table, under the bed, in any shelf… 
	“Ashley, you… bitch,” I mumbled under my breath, she was pulling this kind of stunt again… Eh… I'd get it in the morning. But, just to be clear… the backup flash-drive, but there was just to be safe… better check the backup. If Ashley or heck, Dad was gonna screw with my computer, at leas again… I lifted the lock-shaped wall ornament mask above my bed, wedging my hand underneath… It, was empty. There was, nothing there. A pit formed in my chest, and sunk through my stomach. How had she figured it out?… How? Hell, it didn't matter, that was my one ticket out of here… I felt my face moistened, though I had little alcohol soaked tears budding under my expression. My heart was pounding through my chest. I slumped back down on the mattress, wheezing through my teeth. “Wh-wh… I am gonna be stuck with these people for the rest of my life…” I grunted, shielding my face. 
	The door creaks -Crrsnnrrk-. “Is it, so bad? Think you will find, being stuck with me, can be more than worth your while…” 
	I looked up. What I had expected would be Ashley coming to taunt me, was… Amber, the citrine hair framing her savoring expression. As she stepped in past the threshold, through the overlapping shadows covering her body, I could see… her body, in its entirety. My step-sister had entered my room naked. Shadows withdrawn from the dark corridors behind her into the faint light of the guest room, draping off her naked chest like a wet towel. Her skin a fair beacon in the sparse luminance. 
	“A-Amber… W-what are you, do are you-…” I took in a deep breath, “okay, look, I'd be pretty daft if I didn't realise what you wanted, coming in like this…” 
	Amber's smile widened by a cent, yet it still sent chills down my back. “So clever, even under inhibition. You know I want you, or, do you prefer me to be, even more blunt?” she mused and took a few steps forwards. For being in her early twenties she already had such grace and control of her body, her hips swaying in her steps with a light rattle of toed curves, and her chest… well, she was not nearly as endowed as her mother, if at all…, there, in fact wasn't much, but the little she carried was modest, just like the rest of her. 
	When you have heard of rumors of someone, putting a face to the stories is a breakthrough, for the mind, but now, I could put a body to the face of Amber Chester.
	“I can see you are checking me out,” she mused from where she stood, five steps from the bed, “but I rather… you check in,” she mused, a hand stroking down her thigh, intuited her legs… Oh… she was… completely nude. And there, nestled in the grasp of her thighs, brought through by her eager prying hand, was a pristine, tulip petal pink flower. But at this close a glance… metaphors failed the senses: this wasn't a meager sister's precious sex… because that would not be wider than her palms, its vulva would not be throbbing like a jacked up stallion, and its walls would not be drooling oodles of gluing, sticky, sticky lust… This wasn't a vagina, it was a fat, juicy, thirsty pussy… -Chrlslptsh- -Clppsthstlp- Droplets hit the floor below where she stood, as her fingers played along the edges of her sex, kneading into her lips and -shhrlrlptsh- smearing the lustful lubricants over her aching, twitching skin and down her thighs. 
	“Would you mind, giving your sister, a hand?” Amber mused. 
	I closed my eyes. Well… she was, not my biological sister, and if I was leaving this family, maybe she could… That's as far as it got. “Miss Chester.” I stated, “I don't this. We are still family, on however flimsy ground it may be, and even then… Today is, a bad day. I… lost something, really dear to me,” I mumbled, muting the situation. The curls in her smile flattened. Remaining in place. The reality of my situation going under terms with her. 
	-Thhtwp- She fished up a thick strip of metal, clutched between her fingers. “Perchance, is this what you lost~?” The flash drive… Why had. Why would? The worn parts of my mood melted out with confused ire. That meant… 
	“The flash drive.” 
	“This? Oh, it means a lot to you, doesn't it, Jayden?” she hummed to herself. “All that cleverness, your creativity, your drive, anf mdm… effort,” she mumbled, bringing the flash drive town to her sex, shuddering as she traced the bottom of the unit against the plush meat of her pussy. “Effort, and drive… all extracted, reduced, and crystalised into one little fob. A gem of pure, undiluted Jayden,” she mused.  Her hips gently humping into her palms. The flash drive, I reached out for it, sweat beading down my forehead each time the plug got close to her fluids. “P-please, just give it bac-.” 
	-Cghrlrlpstp- Amber dipped her fingers into her cave, feeding the flash drive into her snach to sate its urges, a squeeze of her birth canal had it vanish out of her fingers, drawn inwards to her depths. 
	“Mfmghsph…” she grunted into a moan. 
	My hand still reached out, as I stared up at her face, those piercing facets of her eyes, and her blond hair… flickering. The strands wavering between yellow and glimmers of a polished silver, dancing between hues like a zoetrope imbuing static pictures with movement before my eyes. A static of platinum dispersed through her hair for a moment, before vanishing, withdrawing to her fair, buttery locks. Was it just the light that had made it look like-. 
	-Spltlthps- I felt my palm meet with her pussy. Amber having moved up just enough that my palm planted onto her crotch, or, had I never stopped reaching? It drummed under my skin, the moisture applied like a balm through the rippling lips -Shhvquurlrlstpsh- the sex massaging into my skin. My eyes flickered back up to her, staring at the face of Amber Chester, the musician, actor, author, with the more indulgent smile painting her face from ear to ear, drooling almost as much as her crotch. 
	I withdrew my hand -Chhrwlptthshsstah- Long vines of her mucilage webbing me back to her crotch, drooping vines of a thick viscous lust knitting us together, glimmering like strings of moonlight. “Ahermm I'm, sorry I…” 
	“Mmm hmghm… but you were so close to it… We, were so close,” she was silent for a moment, then giggled, “I… was so close.” 
	Things started to click… this is what she wanted to see. The more power you had, the weirder your kinks got. She didn't actually care for me, she just wanted to get off to my despair.” 
	I gritted my teeth. “I'm not gonna let you use me like some dildo.” 
	Her smile filled with teeth. “So, you don't want it?” 
	“I'm not playing your game.” 
	“You want to stick to, just, playing with yourself?” she mused, and took a step aback. “But, pray tell, my dear, brother, how will you do so, without your game?” she snickered, caressing the peak of her pussy. She squeezed her gums together, glancing at me over my shoulder. 
	I winched. “Stop.” I had given her what she wanted. I understood now, my options were to humor her, and get the drive back, or watch her get off to destroying my dream of a new future…
	“You want it?” she asked again. 
	I gave her a nod. 
	She faced me, strutting up to my bed, legs slid apart in each step, splotches of liquid lust smattering onto the carpet below the bed -Clllprthsh-, humming in a show-tune “Then, go, get, it…~”. 
	I let my vision trail over her contours, how many would sell their mother to have the view I have now… The temptation was there… Maybe… I placed my hand over her crotch, refining the residue over my hand with the fresh pooling slime -Schhrlrlpstah-. “Mmfg,” she bit her lip. 
	Then I forced my hand through the slit -Chhtrlpllpgshth-. “I am not gonna make this fun for you,” I grunted, my hand delving into the folds of soaking meat. “Mfmngosphhaaa.ahahah~,” she chuckled out after a wheezing groan, her hair glaring up for a second. 
	The flesh formed around my hand, I looked down to see my arm gone to my wrist, I saw the puffy pussy proteins protruding, wrapped around me like a ruffled mitten. I felt her skin bubble like a stew around my my fingers, it was strange. There I flexed my fingers, unintentionally massaging the walls of her birth canal in search of the drive, but there was nothing. I grunted, inhaling my fist deeper. “I'm not gonna let go without it…” I whisper. 
	“I am mmmf counting on it…” Amber said, regaining her composure as I felt my forearm sink into her humid walls -Cll-Chrrlrlprsst-. Deeper, hand snaking upwards along the curve in her body, -Schshrrrlsp-. The drooling nectar was cool on my arm, dropping down my biceps as the rest of my elbow pushed up through the slit and wedged past. 
	“W-Wh-ehere is it…?” I mumbled, hearing the faint crinkle and bubble from the warping lips before me as I rummaged through her pussy. 
	“Like any valuable… hidden, deep. You are almost there…” she mused and bucked her hips forwards -Cbblgllfrrrwlpt- her vulva wrapping over my upper arm, clenching. -Clrlpt- My fingers pried their way to a pit, a pursed aperture swelling open at a brush of my fingers. Was… that the cervix? 
	“I… I don't believe you, I don't think it’s here. This is, some sleight of hand…” 
	“Accusing me of magic, while you are up to your shoulders in pussy. You can be such a boy sometimes, Jayden.” 
	I tugged on my arm. -Chrlrltwwrlp- -Ctthwtlsp- But it met resistance, walls contorting and clenching to the outline of my arm, as the pussy crawled closer with the crinkling smear of a patrol of slugs advancing up my arm -Chrlrlspth-. Amber's face loomed above me, those precious bubbly features, that piercing leer of a rich violet from her eyes, the smile back to a pencil-thin smile that trembled with desire. “But soon enough, you will not need to worry about being a boy anymore,” she brushed her fingers through my ginger hair, tracing from my forehead back through to the scruff of my backhead. “You just, have to worry about being my treasure.” 
	As I kept staring up to her smile I felt I could hear a smearing rip like that of biting into a hunk of warm taffy, and my vision was succumbing to the folds of Amber's pussy splaying before me, moulding and warping larger, longer as it suckled down over my face -Ssrhrltps- ensnaring  my vision into a 'B' that gradually shut as the expanded lips enveloped my head -Chhrrlslptth-. “Mmgs mmpha. Still, needs to be a bit deeper…” she mused, and thrust at the back of my head, sending me into her nethers with a roiling gush of contorting rubber -Chhrlrpthsht- My head dunked into the birth canal through which my arms had long passed through. She began to squat outside, working me down into the grasp of her pussy, and I felt every motion, massaged by every wall undulating around me, trawling me through a cramped funnel of drenched flesh. 
	“Mfmsn,” she moaned, pumping her thighs over my body, twisting to warp over my torso, engulfing it along to the tune of greasing a window with butter -Shhrlllrph- all as her abdomen domed around my arm and head, shoulders stretching out into a bump of flesh above her crotch. At this point, she really was using me as a dildo. And once that shock was starting to set in I squirmed, I struggled against her, even as my head surfaced through the cervix and my flailing arm was tamed and pinned to the side of her gluttonous sex engulfing me, vigorous thrusts letting her nether lips swallow my chest, stomach… -Chrlrlpsth- as it worked down towards my legs. Amber's pussy drooled thick globules of lust that drooped down me and into the sheets like a giant wax candle, but soon her pussy passed over my hips, wrapping up over my ass as it smacked into the mattress -Chhrwrtp-. -Shrhrlpt- -Shrllppth- The snatch swallowed, hoisting up my thighs in glugs, shrinking to the oblong contours of my legs pried together. All as Amber's stomach accumulated my weight, inflating with distorted outlines of my body packed up in her uterus, skin stretching and jostling like it was filling up with crude oil -Chhrpgh-gllsplrt-. 
	“Mha… you are just about there…” she mused, her gunslingers trailing down my feet, pushing them, guiding them upwards into the slit as she stretched and worked her arms around her engorged lower abdomen. -Chhrslatpaht- The lips were closing in over my feet, soaking my socks in slime. -Cshrhrllt- -Clsstwhp- And clasped shut. -Grghh- -Glgthhg- Low gurgles and growls eeking through her womanhood as my body shuffled upwards into hers, siphoning the bloats across her crotch to her belly, a gentle cradle and brushing of sleek arms down her gut, and her nether lips constraining to a pursed, wicked smile. 


”The-there it is…” It came as a shock, and at this point my mind was a layered shock lasagna, but here I could see the usb-drive sticking out of a clasp in the walls ahead. I crawled forwards, just a bit further, waddling over the undulating ruffles of squealing, sleek flesh. As I got closer, it started to sink. -Csjhrtlp- I slapped my hand forwards, pinching and grasping until I got a hold of it, and tugged it free -Slrlrpth- like pulling a cork from a bottle of champagne. But, oh, so much more satisfying. I jammed the drive in my pocket, and then… took a moment, to ponder, how I could have crawled so deep, and, how much space there really was around me. There were always parts of my body pressed close to the uterin lining, always pressure weighing me down, were it on my back, my stomach when I crawled, or my knees when I sat. And there, didn't seem to be an end to the uterus, that is, if that's where I was. There was enough room to stand. But the ground wobbled and swayed beneath me as I attempted any balance, and the pressure concentrating on my soles made it painful to stand. 
	Thick droves protruding outwards drooped with outlines of my soles warped over and gut and -Sbwbgn- snapped back inside as I moved from standing to sitting.
	“Haa… did you find it yet? I tucked it real deep, though, not as far as you are going,” Amber mused as she sat back on my bed, brushing over her engorged abdomen, letting her arms form grooves along the jostling heap swelling out over her lap, contorting in tenting bulges and dunes of gut flab. 
	“I… found it. Is, this what you wanted? To, use me as some kinda sex toy?” 
	“Jayden, you are far more precious, belittle yourself not to the title of a toy, but… I am having fun,” she mused and bobbed her gut on her lap. 
	My whole world shook, reverberating around me, rippling wherever the walls were exerting pressure. “Have a look around, see what else you can find.” 
	If I find my way. “I would, rather get back out… I don’t want the drive to get moisture damaged.” I found being matter of fact about the situation boosted my moral. Though as I was drawling backwards, I realised, I didn't, know where backwards was… There was just, tunnel, more flesh, more winding jiggles swaying and brushing against me wherever I turned. 
	“Sounds like you are not finding anything,” she mused. 
	I. “It was another part of her game, play along. I shimmied onwards, through the tunnel of variable width and malleable gravity. The further I went, the more clear this beating rhythm pulsed through the flesh. -Cbhh-chtk- -ChhtnCnhns- Backwards, forwards, it grew louder wherever I went. And the temperature was rising, the drooling fluids were heating me up now, rather than being a pleasant chill. But, in the growing haze, I saw it… “M-my laptop?” She'd shoved it all inside her… this deep, or did this mean, I was close to the entrance, or, exit? I shuffled up to it, brushed off some honey nougat thick dew across it, and opened it, hoping it worked. 
	A flash of brightness imprinted the starting logo into my vision, and I snapped the computer shut in reflex -Cslptth- clapping together. I waited, letting my vision adjust, which… is when I realised… I had navigated everything in, complete darkness. That was the first source of light I had available inside Amber's entombing uterus. But then… how could I, see? I took my time, focusing, after the self-imposed flash bang. I saw, contours, I saw shapes, materialising around them. I saw the flesh rippling, contracting, engorging. I started to understand. As I took in my surroundings. Hidden in the depths of the wrinkles of flesh, was, a darkness. A darkness, blacker than black, an abyss sprawling along with her, the depths of her flesh. And in this, sheer black, I could make out the volume and shapes. I was in complete darkness, but this blackness, let me see. 
	“What, are you?” 
	“I am Amber Chester, polyglot and heir to the Chester estate, and you, Jayden, are another to add to my collection. But you are, far too much to schlep around all day,” she caressed with her fingers along her stomach, as the skin rippled. 
	I felt the quake trickle through the walls. I was flung forwards, and the walls waffling me together as a loud echoing groan droned form outside. -Cghrbbffbbwfoooooglgps- Accompanied by Amber's stomach deflating down in a steady pace, slim as from a bean-bag resting on her lap to a light pregnancy. 
	-Ghrlrlpghgaht- The walls around me bulldozing into my form, I felt the folds widen and slobber over me as the fleshy grasp constricted. And as it jammed me closer I felt the walls warping, revolving, the gaps broadening, and the deeper darkness seeping in. Flesh melding and kneading around me with the squelch of bubble wrap submerged in molten cheese as they steamrolled my body. The folds were turned inside out with me in the middle, crunching me towards an endless blackness. 
	-Chrhrllspttahthat- creaking gurgles of shifting and displacing meat worbled through the gut, as a juggling gurgle as her stomach depressed, deflating from pregnancy bump, to sink in flat with her skin -Chhsrlplprth- with all but a ‘lil spec of a protrusion situated above her navel. Small enough to be hidden under the shadow of the navel overhand. Though, in that brief onslaught of light, among the sinuous curves there was something I could grasp. And so, turning the computer way from me, I opened it a slice, to call a beam of light swathing the walls ahead of me, illuminating the coils and ribbons of flesh. And there, plastered into them, sculpted along the bends and contours of the ruffled meat, laid domes of flesh etched with the features of a face, eyes divots, lumps, nose bumps, wrinkles, the whole face was a wrinkle, buried under her sinew. 
	“He… hehea… llp…” the face in the wall wheezed at me. I turned, pointing the sliver of light to and fro, more faces, horrid comrades, half submerged, half protruding, widening and contorting, groaning at the presence of the source of brightness. They pleaded, whimpered, some cursing, all distorting like they were trapped within a steam press, hydraulics in a slow motion. weak choruses forming. With the revolution the faces faded, enveloped by the orientation of the walls, some grind their way past me as the compression took hold. Then, through the gaps and curling walls emerged gemstones, rubies, jewels, precarious crystals large as my fist, jammed and sticking into the tissue lining, jutting out in a grasp of gumming meat. I was pancaked flat by the walls of her womb, the darkness encroaching, I felt it around me, before me and behind. So dangerously close, on the edge of the abyss. 
	“H-help m-me.” 
	“ShMmm, shhh, you are doing, so, very well…” she hummed, sauntering out of the room, with no trace of me to be found. 
	I laid there, compacted and panting, waiting and listening to the grinding squall of her frame keeping me on the edge. 
	“Where the hell Is Jayden?” 
	Ashley. Ashley's voice… 
	It was sheer reflex. “I am here, Ashley, I am here, help, she stuffed me in here.” I kept shouting. 
	Amber brushed down over her flat abdomen. “He is not in his room.” 
	“Of course he isn't, I was just there looking for him. For being a pro gig you are some kinda idiot, how do you eve-.” 
	I felt…a tinge, of something… of, emotion, of, satisfaction. I could barely hear the muffled argument going on outside, but its sensation, felt close. -Chhrrlslpahthat- The walls moistened, growing doughy as they started to shuffle again, the revolving rugulouse patterns grinding into me, softening into a warm taffy texture, gumming into my frame the further it coiled, kneading into this malleable sinew. My lungs stressed and separated enough to beat like bongos in my chest. As there was all the less flesh the gap grew all the wider, overlapping, widening, and overtaken by the depths of the abyss, and at the same time that was all there was, all the sinew and brawn arounding me morphed into taffy that clogged and engulfed me, grinding harder, harder… compressing around me, there was less meat around me than my own body mass, cocooning me, constraining, shrinking as the walls kept, folding, into, the blackness… -Chhrffl-Twwtthpst- -Jjjrlrllrsppt-.


~ 3 ~


 Another playtest complete, relatively few mistakes and bugs remaining one more pass over, and the game would be ready to ship. Amber smiled looking to the screen, to the culmination of years of work and dedication, of a game fuelled by passion for escape. Scored by: Amber Chester. Written by: Amber Chester. Developed by: well… Essentially Amber Chester.  


~ 4 ~


Conscious… Consciousness, consciousness. I felt nothing, I heard, nothing, there was just-. 
	“She's everywhere.” 
	“Awoken.” 
	“Bitch's up.” 
	“Mommy?” 
	“It’s happening.” 
	“Finally.”
	“Please, I can't take i-.” 
	“They are calling.” 
	“I miss the smells.” {A cacophony of voices. A chorus of noise dispersed along a cluttered network, the sentences and thoughts jolted through me as lighting bolts, spiking through me to travel to some unknown depth or height. All of my being received and interpreted the charges of each thought, passing through so fast I registered just the hollow echo in its wake. I could, understand. I could, interpret. But everyone, was streaming, about so many different topics, my whole existence squealed. 
	Then, they all grew silent. 
	“The girl.” 
	“A girl.” 
	“That bitch.”
	“Female is next.” 
	“The one next is female.” 
	“We saw the female.” 
	“Girl next.” 
	“She's next.” 
	Everyone suddenly had the same thought, segmented, but by the same merit. 
	I felt it, through my essence. I could see her before me… Ashley. Ashley.
	“Ashley.” I thought. And the abyss shook with a new holler. 
	“Ashley is next.” 
	“Ashley is next.” 
	“Ashley will be next.” 
	“The next soul is Ashley.” 
	“Poor Ashley is next.” 
	“Ashley.” 
	“Ashley is next.” 
	“Ashley.” 


~ 5 ~


Amber perused her wardrobe, pulling out a cerulean and cream dress that matched with her hair, a short skirt and puffy sleeves, a modern twist on an old-fashioned apparel. It was just what she wanted today. 
	Straddling up, she made herself ready for another beautiful day. Good thing too, the long dress would cover the fact she skipped underwear today. She did not need them: they would just get in Ashley's way…