Ashlynn Taylor - Bedroom Purge Multi Swallow Vore - SD
As you step into your messy petiteage bedroom, eager to clean up and regain some semblance of order, you can't help but notice the startled expressions on the faces of your classmates as they pass by your window. They must be freaking out, seeing you tower over them like a giant petiteage monster. But that's just how it is when you're as tall as a skyscraper and have the world at your fingertips – or in your hands, as the case may be.
You reach down and scoop up a terrified figure, their eyes wide with fear and their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. You can't help but chuckle at their pathetic attempts to escape your grip; it's almost cute, really. With a casual flick of your wrist, you send them flying into your mouth, feeling their tiny body slide down your throat like a piece of candy.
As you begin to clean up your room, you can't help but admire the power you hold over these tiny creatures. It's intoxicating, really. You pick up another figure, this one a classmate from earlier that day. They must be wondering what the hell happened to them, going from being just another face in the crowd to being swallowed whole by a giant petiteage girl.
You feel a pang of guilt as you realize you're going to consume another one of your peers, but it's fleeting. Your mind is consumed by thoughts of the delicious sensation of their bodies sliding down your throat, the warmth of their fear mingling with the saliva in your mouth. You can't help but get off on the power you hold over these helpless figures.
With each person you consume, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, closer to the moment when you'll finally let go and let their screams fill your ears as they slip into oblivion. It's exhilarating, like nothing you've ever experienced before. And yet, there's something about it that leaves you feeling empty inside, like no matter how many people you consume, it'll never be enough to fill the void that's growing inside you.
You reach into your panties, feeling the familiar heat and wetness that has become your addiction. You need more, you need it now. And so, with one final person still wriggling in your grasp, you lower them into your mouth, feeling their body tense as they realize what's about to happen.
And then, you feel it. The moment when their fear turns to terror, when they realize they're not just going to die but that they're going to be consumed by the very person who was supposed to protect them. It's a rush like no other, and as you feel their life slip away, you can't help but let out a moan of ecstasy.
You're a monster, you know that now. But you're also a petiteage girl, lost in a world of hormones and power struggles. And as you stand there, towering over the empty shells of your once-living classmates, you can't help but wonder if perhaps you're not the only one who's lost their way.
