Chaldea Tales - Chapter Six | Commission: Grimahr

The sun glared through a gap in Anne and Mary’s curtains as it slowly moved it’s way over the horizon, signifying a new day. The two lovers lay strewn across their bed. The duvet was nowhere to be seen and their sweaty, naked bodies were exposed in all their glory.

Ritsuka had been through hell and back inside of Anne as she slept. Constant tossing and turning had kept him in constant disarray, never being allowed an actual rest as his prison shifted and sent him tumbling.

The constant movement was the least of his worries as groans and low gurgles rumbled through Anne’s thick body. It didn’t take long before her stinking rectum began to fill. Ritsuka made his way in the opposite direction as the sludge slowly made its way towards him. The odour immediately changed, he choked and gagged as the potency of the vile smells increased in the moist chamber.

Throughout the entire evening, as he was thrown to and fro, Anne’s earlier meals made their way towards him and threatened him with each inch. As exhaustion set in, Ritsuka finally fell unconscious; sleeping through the movement and noise. While he had finally taken a rest, Anne’s digestive system had not. Her waste continued to move towards his sleeping body, eventually reaching him.

Slowly, Anne’s shit entombed Ritsuka. As his face was covered, he took a calm breath in and immediately began choking. In a panic, his body forced him out of his slumber as he gasped for air but was met with her toxic slime. He thrashed wildly but her shit had completely covered him, forcing him to remain within its bounds. Learning from his previous experience, he burrowed a small area to breathe what vile gases he could in the cramped space.

The beam of sunlight shifted across the far wall and onto the bed as the morning moved on. As the clock struck eight, it moved over Anne’s sleeping face. As the light shined directly onto her eyelids and the pressure in her bowels increased, Anne was finally brought to life.

Fluttering her eyes open gently, she untwisted her body from Mary’s and climbed off of the bed. Mary shuffled slightly as Anne headed into the bathroom but did not wake, she simply moved from her back to her front. 

Still not fully awake, she stumbled into the bathroom without flicking the light on. Lugging her body onto the toilet, she rested her eyes for a moment as she rested her elbows on her knees. Silence. A deep, tired breath crept from between Anne’s lips. Suddenly, the relative tranquility of the room was disturbed as a jet of hot, golden urine burst out from her full bladder.

Ritsuka felt the movement of his captress as she woke. His prison was flipped upside down and the pressure increased drastically due to her waste all being dragged down, towards her tightly clenched sphincter as she walked. He prayed for salvation as he struggled to dig out his air hole due to the constant movement. After what felt like an age, the movement finally ceased and he could breathe again. Thank God.

As the stream slowed to a trickle, the looming pressure on her sphincter reminded Anne that she needed to relieve herself in more ways than one. She strained, causing her rosebud to flare outwards. Her waste soon poked through and slowly inched its way out. Ritsuka couldn’t see, but he could feel his prison shifting.

Anne groaned as she continued to push the monstrous log, it chugging out of her rear in one thick piece. Ritsuka, behind the layers of filth, was finally back in the real world; as much as he could be. He thrashed once more and felt the edges breaking away.

Feeling empty, Anne clenched her asshole shut and pinched off the huge log; sending it shooting down to the icy water below. Ritsuka’s head spun as he was thrown towards the water below in his moist prison before splashing down. It broke apart further as he was plunged beneath the yellow and increasingly murky water. Finally free but extremely weak, Ritsuka swam out from the mess he had been trapped in and towards the surface. He gasped the tainted, but far superior to what he had previously had, air in like it was some sort of hard drug. He paddled weakly amongst the filth and peered up at the titanic ass above him.

Light flooded in as Anne lifted her huge ass to one side, out of nowhere her hand came in above him wrapped in toilet paper. It slid between her spread cheeks easily and wiped her nether regions front to back. He watched up in horror as she released the huge wad of paper into the bowl below.

Ritsuka desperately swam over to the edge of the bowl in an attempt to not be covered by the paper. As he reached the edge of the bowl more light flooded in from Anne standing up. He grabbed onto one of two screws in the porcelain desert and held on for dear life as the giantess above him carelessly reached over towards the cistern on the toilet and flushed it.

Water flooded in around Ritsuka as it spun into a whirlpool, the contents of the bowl being sucked into the pipes below with ease. He screamed out as blasts of water threatened to tear him from his position of security. It continued to spin, the vile water being quickly replaced with clean water.

As the rush of water calmed, Ritsuka looked up to see nothing but the dark ceiling of an empty bathroom. Anne had left as swiftly as she had entered, eager to get a little bit more time cuddling her sleepy lover. Left in silence, Ritsuka lay on his back to stay afloat using as little energy as he could.

Some time passed in the quiet, cold water as Ritsuka lay there. He was tired and beaten, he shifted in the water and allowed it to wash over his filthy body. It seemed to have been hours but Ritsuka could no longer tell how long it had been since he had been keeping track of time, so who really knew?

His peace was disrupted eventually by an extremely sleepy Mary, having only just woken up. She entered even quicker than Anne could and quickly sat her petite body upon the porcelain throne. Ritsuka shouted up to her, not sure his weak arms could save him from another flush, “Please! Help me!”

Mary paid no mind to the squeaks beneath her, her thoughts were still with the dreams that were so fresh in her mind. As Anne had done, she released her bladder. Ritsuka was in the direct firing line this time and could only watch as her vaginal lips parted for an even more powerful stream than Anne’s had been.

It shot down like lightning towards the water and immediately began to churn it up. Ritsuka stayed to the side and held onto the screw, still able to keep himself stable in the chaotic water. He watched as the water turned yellow, the colour spreading like a virus into the rest of the clear liquid. He was thankful at least that the toilet water had cleaned him off, the only mess remaining on him was the engrained odour from his past ordeals and the diluted urine.

Mary wrapped her hand in toilet paper as Anne had done and wiped it across her tight vagina, digging it in as deep into her folds as she could to ensure she was totally dry. She dropped the paper down into the bowl without a second thought.

“Maryyyyy!” Anne shouted through from the other room, her voice sounding slightly panicked.

Mary looked towards the door confused. “What?” she asked back simply, her tiredness still apparent.

“Do you remember what we did last night?” Anne asked, having forgotten about it until recently herself. Mary thought back for a moment and remembered their intense night of love making, the toy they had used… The toy they had used... Anne spoke once more as Mary realised what she was getting at, “I had a shit this morning…”

Mary’s eyes widened in horror at what they had done. She thought for a moment what this meant and decided to clutch at one of the only straws they had. Opening her legs, she peered into the depths below and was shocked to see Ritsuka’s naked body clutching to the edge of the bowl.

Ritsuka locked eyes with Mary as she sat above him, she had definitely seen him. She looked away and closed her legs suddenly. “Well he’s not in here!” Mary shouted back nervously, “is he still in…?”

Anne, now standing at the door but not entering, replied, “No, I don’t think so. I feel totally empty. I think I may have flushed him…” As Anne spoke, Mary stood up from the toilet and turned to face it. Reaching in, she carefully plucked Ritsuka from the slightly yellow and held him up to her face.

Mischievously, she flushed the toilet and watched the water clear. She remained in silence as she moved over to the sink and washed her hands, scrubbing Ritsuka’s tiny body as she did. Ritsuka flailed and sputtered as the water poured down over him and his battered body was roughly passed between Mary’s two petite hands.

With no clothes to hide him in and not thinking about shoving him anywhere, Mary scrunched Ritsuka up into a ball in her hand and clenched it shut. He screamed out in agony as his body was forced into an impossibly small space.

As if nothing was wrong, Mary quietly walked out of the bathroom; making a note not to look Anne in the eye as she waited outside the door. Anne’s much bigger body loomed over Mary, all the more threatening while she had something to hide.

“Why do you look guilty?” Anne asked Mary as she exited the bathroom looking sheepish. Mary’s pace towards the far end of the room increased as Anne interrogated her. “What’s in your hand?” she asked, realising something was definitely up. Mary broke into a total run for the door, not even caring that she was naked. She wanted some alone time with the toy, finders keepers!

Anne dived after Mary, her weight coming down onto her like the ceiling would have if the building collapsed. As the two bickered and fought, Anne went straight for the killing blow by attempting to unfurl Mary’s hand. Mary kept her hand tight shut, however she could feel Anne beginning to overwhelm her. Mary’s fingers soon began to give way as she struggled to keep the grip. She could not escape either as Anne’s curvaceous body kept her pinned in place.

Eventually Anne was able to release Mary’s grip and Ritsuka, looking like a ball with human features, fell onto the carpet beside them. There was a brief pause as the two women looked at their prize uncontested beside them. They both shot their hands out towards him, with Anne being first to reach him. 

Anne pushed Mary down as she climbed to her feet with Ritsuka’s squished body in her hand. Mary chased after Anne as she ran towards the bathroom, searching for anywhere she could be alone with her toy. She slammed the door shut behind her as she entered and was immediately met with rampant booms of Mary behind her, frustrated.

“Give him to me now!” Mary shouted through the door, “Or at least share him!”

Anne opened her hand and looked at her prize. He was battered and unable to even uncoil his body from its current position. He’d need some time to get back to normal after what Mary had done. Anne had no idea what to do as Mary banged on the door, she couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever.

Thinking of at least a temporary solution, she raised Ritsuka’s small body up above her head. Tilting her head back and opening her huge maw, she released his tiny form into her mouth below. He fell through the air for a brief time before being caught by the wet, moist cavern that was her mouth. Her teeth surrounded him threateningly.

He had no time to even consider her teeth however, as she immediately swallowed and he was sucked powerfully into her gullet. The pressure was tight around him as he was pushed through the tight space until he reached an opening. His body was pushed through the small opening before freefalling once more.

Ritsuka splashed down into the acidic liquid below. The remains of previous meals lay scattered throughout the pool, the only light coming through was red tinted from the room outside coming through Anne’s skin. She was mostly empty however and ready for her breakfast.

Mary stepped away from the door as it opened slowly to reveal Anne with nothing in her hands. “Where is he?” Mary asked urgently, she roughly grabbed Anne’s ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She peered around Anne’s thick body and looked in the crevice but could see no sign of the tiny man. Anne looked back at her lover and smiled, before gently rubbing her stomach. It growled hungrily.