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Your Erotic Nightmare	By : BuyGold Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Your Erotic Nightmare
- 1
"Triangulum, entangulum," you whisper, glancing at one of the 8 lit blunts spread out in a sloppy circle on islands of tinfoil in your dirty-ass bedroom. "Meteforis dominus ventium. Meteforis venetisarium!"
A wave of nausea hits you. You move your hand to your stomach, finding it hard and distended. A second wave of nausea brings you to your knees. Your vision smears into a blue-white haze.
"Asetnoheptus, asetnoheptus, asetnoheptus, asetnoheptus, asetnoheptus!"
When your vision returns, the world is grey. If there were room for anything but nausea in your mind, you would feel excited at this development. Instead, you curl up like a sleepy fetus and wordlessly pray to your cruel God that tonight will be the night he rewards your loving efforts.
You are paralyzed with nausea as you fall sideways through a mobius tunnel of spasming flesh. You turn to the only source of light, an infinitely-large, infinitely-far eye that has granted you infinite vision so that you may see him. You scream soundlessly. His laughter echoes inside of you. With a pop, he makes himself finite, closing the mobius tunnel into a flesh cyst with both of you inside. You come to an involuntary stop in front of the form of a one-eyed triangle wearing a top hat, perhaps half of your own height, and fall naked to the warm, wet, sticky... floor? You stand up, God's laughter reverberating inside of you.
"WELL, WELL, WELL, ANOTHER MEAT-BAG RINGS MY DOORBELL."
You always imagined yourself kneeling and praying before his floating form when this moment finally came, but—
"HUMAN FLESH GROSSES YOU OUT? WOW, I wouldn't have guessed from THESE FANTASIES."
God's body becomes a screen, displaying every scene you imagined with him. You feel so—
"DON'T BE EMBARRASSED, FLESHIE. YOU CAN'T HELP YOUR SICK RAW BIOLOGICAL—"
"Urge to reproduce trying to dress up in a suit and charm its way through the opera!" you scream, forcing your vocal chords back into your service. "Dude, I loved Your AMA! I memorized that shit! This is the best nightmare ever!"
His screen-body continues to display scenes extracted from your filthy mind. You feel an erotic shame as you see your fantasies displayed on the body of the entity you love so much.
"If this is JUST A NIGHTMARE, then I'm SURE YOU WON'T MIND MAKING A"—his voice drops by an octave—"DEAL WITH ME"—his voice returns to its ordinary shrillness, "RIGHT FLESHIE?"
"Oh fuck, you don't need to talk me into making a deal with you! I'm ready to offer you the most turnt experience you can imagine!"
"KEEP TALKING, TOOTS."
"So, every night, before I go to bed, I'll grant you permission to access to my mind for eight hours, but only while I'm asleep. I'll get high off my ass with a different psychedelic every night so invading my mind never gets old for you. I got weed, salvia, nitrous, you name it and I'll get it for you!"
"THAT'S IT? I DON'T NEED YOUR"—his black fingers create quotation marks in the air—"'PERMISSION' to BREAK INTO the CRUDE PARADE of WISH-FULFILLMENT YOU CALL YOUR DREAMS."
You anticipated this.
"I guess you can't think of anything to do inside my drug-addled dreams with your flat mind, isosceles. You don't have the angularity."
God's body flashes red. Countless thin, black tentacles burst from his perimeter, binding your naked body, wrists in front of you.
"YOU'RE TALKING a BIG GAME for SOMEONE with ELEVEN POINT EIGHT POUNDS OF FECES IN YOUR INTESTINES."
"Fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Talk nasty to me! Let's get weird!"
He laughs, body turning yellow again, black tentacles still holding you. The tentacle binding your wrists grows its own red-tipped tentacle, which snakes its way up your naked body. When it reaches your face, it grows a mouth and addresses you.
"AND WHAT do you WANT IN EXCHANGE?"
"I want you to do whatever you want to me each night, as long as it doesn't cause me physical pain."
"OH, so as long as it feels good TO YOU. Do I LOOK like a CALL GIRL?"
God's tentacles unbind you, leaving you to drop to the sticky floor.
"Do I look like the best spot for you to get balls-out crazy? 'Cause I am, my triangular terror. Just tell me the music you want playing when I fall asleep and I'll get it for you. Shit, I'll tattoo you on my arm so you can see everything I see when I'm awake, too."
"THEN WHY NOT JUST LET ME POSSESS YOU WHILE YOU'RE AWAKE, TOOTS?"
"'Cause I'm devoted, not stupid. You'll shove up a pineapple directly up my ass. I love you, but I don't trust you for shit. Anyway, is it so bad to be allowed to do pretty much whatever you want to me?"
God's body becomes a flat projector where you can see all of your strangest dreams.
"MAYBE NOT. Let's try a little TEST RUN."
Two lamprey-like black tentacles fly at you, each latching onto one of your nipples. You close your eyes as you feel the deliciously erotic sensation of each of them pumping a warm substance into your chest. You feel a painless stretching sensation and look down to see perfectly-shaped breasts nearly the size of your head.
You scream in surprise, but only the low of a cow comes out. You remember this dream and feel yourself shaking with fear at what's coming next.
God laughs shrilly. "ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?"
You soon fall to all fours as your already-huge breasts grow past the size of watermelons. Despite the bizarreness of the situation, the stretching sensation turns you on. A tentacle with the tip of a black marker begins drawing on your bare skin. You watch it label your thigh "SHANKLE".
"MOO!"
God pulls a black cowboy hat out of thin air and stacks it above his top hat.
"THAT'S THE SPIRIT, BESSIE!"
After a few minutes of writing, the markered tentacle withdraws back into his body. God pulls a carving knife out of thin air and points it at you.
As you struggle to escape, you realize with horror that the sheer size of your gargantuan breasts, now the size of stability balls, prevents you from escaping. You snort and low in helpless terror.
"CALM DOWN THERE, OLD GIRL! THIS WON'T HURT A BIT!"
Tears run down your face as the knife approaches you. Then, a tingle.
"SEE?"
You watch in amazed disgust as God carefully carves cut after cut of meat from your still-living body. You feel tingles throughout your body as each piece of your flesh is carved away, and you slowly come to accept that you are meant to be eaten.
"HEY TOOTS, WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE CUT OF BEEF?"
"MOO!"
"SORRY, didn't CATCH that! I like SIRLOIN STEAKS, personally."
God slices into your lower back, cutting painlessly around your spine and removing a thin slice of flesh. You feel a sense of disgusted pride that you will be eaten by the entity you've worshipped for so long.
"WANNA SHARE?"
He starts a blue fire in the slightly twitchy ground using his hands, conjures a black frying pan, and begins singing "Home on the Range" while the smell of your frying flesh fills your nostrils. It smells like pork.
"AND the SKIIIES are not cloudy all DAAAY!" God finishes shrilly, flipping his sirloin steak over once more.
"PERFECT," he shouts, now holding a steak knife. "I'M CUTTING YOU… A PIECE NOW."
You gag at the thought of eating your own flesh, then vomit on the pink "floor," noting with surprise that your rainbow-colored vomit tastes like Skittles.
"CHOO-CHOO," God says, gradually bringing the tip of the steak knife that contains a chunk of your flesh to your mouth. After an unsuccessful attempt to swallow another round of delicious vomit, you begin gasping for air, and he chooses this moment to stick your back into your mouth.
It's the best "sirloin steak" you've never had.
"HEY, don't EAT IT ALL, you BIG COW," he says, sticking a chunk of flesh into his eye-mouth.
"NOW WHAT I NEED TO WASH THIS DOWN IS SOME MILK."
Knowing where this is leading, you attempt to reach around your breasts, but your arms are too short. God takes off his cowboy hat, holds it in one hand, and begins milking a breast the size of a bean bag chair into it.
"MOO!" you scream in pleasure, arching your carved-up yet painless back.
"EASY, GIRL!"
His cowboy hat soon fills with your milk, which he brings to the lid-lip of his eye-mouth.
"FARM FRESH!"
"MOOOO," you plead, bouncing up and down on your incredibly oversized breasts.
"OH, FINE."
God begins milking you with both hands. You twitch and moan with pleasure, milk quickly overflowing out of his cowboy hat and accumulating on the "floor." Feeling him shooting streams of milk out of your giantic breasts is the most erotic sensation you've ever experienced. Your enormous breasts and the nipples just beyond your view are incredibly sensitive; you push your pelvis forward with each stream of milk you produce, humping your own monster tits.
"I HOPE you're ready to MOP UP after this."
You sense the initial warm build-up of an orgasm as you grind your clit against your incredibly soft, seemingly-endless cleavage. As you approach the edge, you feel a warm sensation on your ass, and see God's newly-formed third arm holding a brand there. Blue smoke billows around the brand, and as God withdraws it, the sight of a triangle with a circle in the center momentarily distracts you from the building sensation between your thighs. You again feel a sense of pride at being marked by your God.
"WELL, I'VE HAD FUN," says God, stopping his milking. You low desperately, extending a hand toward him.
"ALL RIGHT, you've got a DEAL," he says, his blue-flamed hand shaking yours.
Mad with list, you attempt to pull him toward you to finish the job he started, but find that everything in sight is melting around you to the sound of his laughter.
You wake up on your bedroom floor, blunts long ago burned down to the foundations of their tinfoil islands, morning sun assaulting your eyelids.
"Deal," you slur into the ashy carpet.
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