He keeps you

The sensations within that sack leave you tingling and your mind foggy. You feel weightless yet heavy at the same time, hanging inside a very warm, very stick, very wet hammock with constant pressure from all sides. Your form is well outlined on the outside, stretching the Ripley’s sack and leaving no doubt as to who is in his balls.

As class continues on, you feel Ripley reach down to scratch at and massage over your form, pleasured grunts seemingly traveling throughout his body now and then. Eventually, you feel him stand up, and get jostled around as he begins walking, seemingly uncaring of you in his balls.

You keep waiting as he goes about his day, expecting the feeling of digestion to set in. You don’t know what it feels like, you haven’t experienced it before obviously. And yet, beyond the warm tingly feeling all over from the moment you entered, you don’t feel any different. It takes a while before you learn why, hearing Ripley respond to some muffled question, hefting your form up from below as he lifts his large balls to better show you off.

“Yeah! Feel free to rub him a bit! He just fed himself to my cock in history, I was just gonna fuck him cus he seemed pent up! He really liked my package it seemed.”

Some more muffled words followed, combined with another set of hands groping at and massaging your form.

“No, I’m not digesting him! Not yet anyways, he was really cute! I think I’m gonna keep him! I’ve always wanted a human as my pet. Gonna give him a collar when I get home, and fuck him till his gut is round!!”

Learning his plans for you, a wave of flushed warmth travels down your body. You weren’t going to be churned on your first day, but you were being claimed as this dog’s sex toy, and due larger to your own actions too.

The sticky warmth slowly saps your energy as the day goes on, and near the end of the dog’s last class, you slip into sleep. You are only awoken by the feeling of rapid movement, and your body squeezing back up through the tight tube that first sealed your fate.

The cool air feels like a shock to your system, your entire body feeling loose yet sore, and you barely manage to gather your wits before large paws wrap a collar around your neck, tightening it.

“What is-“

You start to ask, looking up at the golden retriever current standing above you. He interrupts you though, pulling on the leash he already had attached to the collar, and pulling your face directly against his package.

“I’m so glad you wanted to feed yourself to me, but I wanna keep you for a bit! You’re gonna be my pet now, until I actually digest you later! Whatever your name was, I forgot, but your new name is cockfood! Don’t worry, you’ll end up as cum eventually.”

When you try to respond to this, he doesn’t let you. The moment you open your mouth to speak, to explain the miscommunication, to try and convince him you don’t actually want to be cockfood, he shoves his still hard and still very large red rocket into your mouth. He makes short, firm thrusts as he slowly begins working himself into your mouth, growling happily.

He wasn’t going to listen, and frankly, your cock was hard as a rock. Did you really like this? Maybe you actually did want this? Your brain, drunk on musk for the past day, struggles to string coherent thoughts together for long, and you eventually give up on doing so as his cock breaches into your throat, his paw reaching down to rub at the outline of his cock in your neck.

He doesn’t pause for long, continuing to thrust down your throat seemingly aiming to knot your mouth. Already you could barely breath, what little breath you get still full of his masculine scent. Fully and utterly dominated, your slowly slip into a barely-conscious state, feeling his knot slip into your mouth before inflating as he begins to cum buckets down your throat. You are left tied to his crotch for a while, one paw idly rubbing at your head as he turns on a television, settling in for the night to watch TV while using his new favorite cocksleeve.