POV vore - you and Eblis

The alien's name is Eblis. You've seen him plenty of times, shambling down the street from his apartment to the store or catching a bus. You're not sure what his story is, where he works, what he does. Sometimes an unmarked van picks him up, and he does have a van of his own, but most often he walks or takes the bus. 
He's a weird, almost comical looking thing. Eight feet tall, with a rubbery snout like an anteater, gray fur, and large claws on his hands and feet. He must weigh as much as three or four men and he's slow, shambling, and frankly pretty dumb. Big enough to not be bullied, but too slow and stupid to be scary.

You should be scared of him. You learn that the hard way.

You're sitting on the bench, waiting for the bus, when a shuffle of heavy feet and the click of claws lets you know he's approaching. With a grunt he sits at the other end of the bench and the wood protests as seven hundred pounds of fat alien anteater comes to rest.

Your dog stirs briefly, considering whether to bark at the weird furry alien thing a few feet away. Charlie isn't as barky as a lot of small dogs, though, and he just stares at Eblis.

'Weird' about covers it. You too stare, as inconspicuously as possible. Eblis has tall upright ears like a horse's, a thick tail with a Mohawk of lighter fur and dark gray stripes. A few more of those are visible on his long muzzle and neck, below the mane of light gray fur. You guess the mane, stripes and Mohawk meet somewhere under the black T-Shirt with its decal. Grosse, it reads.  Below that Eblis wears baggy brown shorts. His tail emerges from the back, with a button atop the sewn-in hole. The base of his tail is thicker than your thigh.

You wonder where he buys clothes. He's roughly human-shaped but normal pants wouldn't work on his short, backward bending legs, nor would long sleeves work on his abnormally long arms. Shorts and a t-shirt do, more or less.  He must shop at the Big and Tall store. He should go there more, or at least wash his clothes more often. Shorts and shirt are both spotted with stains. Even from here you smell the thick funk of an unwashed anteater-thing in equally unwashed clothes.

One tall ear swivels to face you and he glances down at Charlie. He grunts and looks away. Embarrassed you might be caught staring, you look away too. There's a long slurping sound and the leash goes taut in your hand.

"What?!" The leash loop tugs out of your hand as Eblis stands up and you see to your horror that the red leash now dangles from the alien's rubbery muzzle. He sucked up and swallowed ten pounds of Charlie so casually you're not sure he did it on purpose. You leap to your feet as he turns away.

"Hey.  Hey!" You follow as the alien shambles down the sidewalk. 

"Yeah, what?" He turns to face you, blinking. His voice is surprisingly high pitched and reedy thanks to his long tube of a mouth. "Oh hey, my name is -"

"I know who you are!" You grab the leash loop before a lick of long pink tongue can pull it into his muzzle. He's so huge that when he lifts his nose the leash picks you right up off the ground. You brace your feet against his fat middle and then slip, hanging clear of the ground as you try to pull Charlie out of his gullet. Only a couple of inches of wet leash reappear.

"Uh." He glances around, confused, and takes a step backward. The hedge next to the sidewalk rustles as he pushes through it and you're pulled along, scratched by the foliage and swaying as you dangle.

You end up in a narrow space between a brick building facade and the hedge. A couple of trash cans and a rusty maintenance door are the only features.
"So, uh, about your dog." You bounce off his soft, fat belly as he looks down at you. He's so huge Charlie doesn't even make a bulge.

"Yeah, about my dog.  Spit him up already!"

"Well," his lips curl in a smile. "What's it worth to you?"

That's when something jabs you in the belly. You look down and sure enough the forked tip of a horrible alien penis has poked up out of his shorts. You can see the bulge of his growing hard-on. It's the size of your forearm.

What he wants is obvious and disgusting but you can't bring yourself to let go of the leash. One clawed hand undoes his fly and the alien stiffy springs to attention. It's weird and lumpy and has a fork at the end that twitches like it's trying to grab something.

"I'm not going to -" he smiles and cuts you off.

"Better hurry," he pipes, "If you want your dog back."

He leans down until your feet hit the ground and you stare at an alien hard-on as thick as your ankle. Revolted, but so focused on getting Charlie back it seems the most natural thing in the world, you let go the leash with one hand and reach for his cock.

Ugh! It's slick and greasy-feeling. The retracted sheath coated it with some sort of slime. It's covered with a series of swellings, not like a smooth human cock. There's no way your hand will wrap all the way around and you let go of the leash entirely.

"Promise you won't swallow," you say. He nods as you use both hands to jack him off. Both hands together work a lot better than one and Eblis's tail flicks back and forth as you pump. Thick, lumpy alien cock slides through your fingers and gray-furred balls sway. He stands still at first, but as your hands pump up and down he starts to thrust.
"Good," he pipes as his tail sweeps an empty milk jug off a trash can. He's humping against your hands and you grimace as the disgusting alien cock twitches. The fork at the end keeps trying to grab something with its fleshy tines. It's horrible. It smells bad, even worse than the unwashed furry rest of him.

A huge, clawed hand touches your shoulder and you shake your head violently. He wants you to suck him off but it's all you can manage to not recoil in horror from the alien cock. He keep jacking him off as he thrusts against your hands. If it weren't for Charlie -

"Oh," he says, sounding surprised, and you see his tailtip shiver. At the same moment his balls twitch. You have just enough warning to twist aside as he ejaculates. A thick stream of alien cum squirts past your cheek and there's a splatter like raindrops as it hits the hedge behind you. Grimacing, you hold on and squeeze as the throbbing cock sends a second thick rope of alien goo onto the leaves, then a third. Strands of glutenous cum drip down the leaves like a sticky spiderweb. There's way more than a man would produce. More like jacking off a donkey. That makes sense since he's the size of one. 

"Oh," he says again as the last few drops of cum drip from his forks. He does up his fly as his lumpy cock withdraws into the sheath. "That was good. Thanks." He smiles and turns away to push through a non-sticky part of the hedge. 

You grab a handful of his shirt before he can go. "Now hold on!  I want my dog back! That was the deal."

"Dog?" He blinks, confused. To your horror you see the leash is gone. He must have swallowed it while you were distracted by his grotesque alien cock. It, and Charlie, are in his stomach now. Somewhere, under inches of alien fat and muscle, is the dog you've raised from a puppy. Eblis is so big that ten pounds of dog doesn't even make a bulge.
"What, you were serious?" He giggles, which doesn't sound right at all coming out of an eight-foot-tall alien behemoth.

"Sorry," he pipes, not sounding very sorry at all. "You should have hurried."

He turns once more toward the hedge, dragging you along as you cling to his shirt. Grosse, it says. Your one semester of high school German chooses that moment to helpfully remind you that this means 'big'.

"You did it on purpose," you growl as he stops. "You ate Charlie so I'd fuck you to get him back."


"Well, yeah," he pipes. "And you did, so it's all good."

You glimpse something poking from his mouth as he talks. He hasn't quite swallowed the leash, as the barest bit of it still sticks out. The leash is long enough that Charlie's probably still in his stomach, but maybe...

You hook the protruding loop with two fingers and pull enough out to grab the leash with both hands. His tube mouth bends toward the ground as you brace yourself and pull.
"Spit. Him. Out!"

Eblis blinks at you in confusion from high above. His rubbery mouth bends out of shape as the leash drags back out. You pull about a foot wet red leash out of his tube mouth before he reacts.

"Okay," he says, his reedy voice distorted by the leash. You grin as he leans down. You grin only for a moment.

He doesn't spit the leash up. Instead the wet pink tongue slithers out of his mouth and wraps around your wrists. Before you can let go it pulls your hands into his maw and a visible bulge moves along his furry tube snout as he swallows.

"Hey!" Now you do let go of the leash. It's too late. The slick walls of his tube mouth ripple, sucking your arms in, and he leans down as his lips expand over your elbows. Before you can yell for help his rubbery mouth slips over your face and everything goes dark and wet.

His maw expands bonelessly over your shoulders and you scream as suction pulls you deeper. His long snout bulges as he swallows and suddenly you're in it to the waist. Slick wet throat slides past your face he he stands back up. He's so big he lifts you effortlessly. There's nothing but your butt and a kicking set of legs left outside.

You squirm and struggle. It accomplishes nothing. Your arms are stretched out ahead of you in his throat and his long rubbery snout sucks you in. Besides the pneumatic pull of his gullet, his long snout is lined with a series of ring-like muscles that grip and release, pulling it over you. With a long slurp you disappear into his maw to the knees.

Thick alien muscle and fat press in against you from all sides. It's almost impossible to move. His ribcage creaks as it expands to make room for his meal and there is a deep slow thump of alien pulse. The walls of his throat coat you with a thick layer of lubricating slime as you slide deeper, slicking you down for easy ingestion. You're bigger than Charlie but he swallows you just as easily.

First your hands, then your face push through a muscular valve into the sloshing heat of his stomach. The first thing you feel is fur.

Eblis lied. Though coated with the same thick layer of slime, Charlie's still alive. He wriggles and barks as he recognizes you.

"Hey Charlie," you croon. You don't try to struggle. It's much too late. Eblis's tube mouth slides over your shoes and you feel him stand up straight. There's a pause as he gets his rubbery lips sealed around your sneakers. GULP! 

His long snout and throat squeeze you in a rolling contraction and you slide heavily down his throat. His throat grips your hips and pushes, sending them after the rest. When the slimy slide is done you are curled up in his gut, wrapped around your dog and just as helpless to save yourself.

His already fat middle swells as a hundred and twenty pounds of woman joins ten pounds of dog. You feel the hem of his T-shirt dig in for a moment before the bulge swells out between shirt and shorts. Gray fur will peek out until he either switches to a still larger size or digests his meal.

His meal. In a last desperate effort to live you try to kick. It's hopeless. A foot-thick layer of alien fat and muscle press in from all sides. You're buried in alien flesh and can barely move.
Already there is a gurgle. The slime that slicked you down for swallowing didn't sting, but the thick hot juices of his gut do. Big droplets of caustic juice trickle down the walls of his stomach, adding to the growing pool at the bottom. Everywhere it touches you your skin tingles. Only your feet, protected for a time by your shoes, are safe.

Maybe your sneakers will survive a trip through Eblis's guts. You and Charlie won't. The alien lets out a long belch as his stomach fits itself around you. Most of the air leaves with the burp and slimy folds of stomach walls squeeze in close. More acid oozes in as he begins to digest his meal.

You feel him turn, feel the press of brush as he pushes through the hedge. He's so fat already that chances are no one will realize what he did. He waddles casually along, fat belly bobbing, tail swaying as it balances his newly swollen gut. He's a fat, awkward, alien thing who no one pays much mind to.

You've seen his belly poke out past his shirt before. Now you have an idea why.  Chances are someone was in there then, too.  This time he just happens to have a woman and her dog in his stomach. A woman he coerced into fucking him and then ate at the least sign of protest.

"You asshole," you groan as his belly squeezes in tight. Each step makes it shift around you. You hear him giggle. He sounds confused rather than triumphant.

"Humans," he pipes, and burps up the last of your air.