Slippery flesh presses in around you, wrapping your naked body in its warm and pungent embrace. You barely have room to breathe, much less move, but all of your survival instincts scream at you to fight. You're choked with terror, but you force yourself to think rationally. You need to find a way out. You wriggle experimentally within your fleshy prison, testing the walls around you. To your surprise, you realize that Ambrosia's spell has finally worn off; you're free to struggle all you want. Unfortunately, it seems unlikely that fighting for your life will do you any good at this point. Even so, you can't bring yourself to admit defeat. You know that in all likelihood you're about to die, but you find it impossible to face the hopelessness of your situation. You push against the walls of Ambrosia's stomach, discovering that they stretch with your touch before elastically bouncing back into place. You push harder, but your efforts have little effect. In fact, you seem to have triggered some kind of reaction. Gurgling sounds fill the humid darkness as acid begins to pool around you. You let out a small sound of dismay and instinctively begin to struggle, desperately trying to escape the foul-smelling juices. Your movements prove to be counterproductive, as you only end up basting yourself more thoroughly with her digestive fluids. The sound of feminine laughter fills your claustrophobic cell, enveloping you in its mocking tone. Your heart sinks as you realize that Ambrosia is laughing at you. And then the muffled sound of Sam's voice reaches your ears.

“Wow! I can see him moving in there! Is... is he in pain?”

“Not yet dear. Errrribit! But he will be very soon. Would you like to touch?”

“Oh, hell yes!” You feel a slight pressure as Samantha places her hand on Ambrosia's belly. You squirm slightly, your skin beginning to tingle from all the acid. “Holy shit! I can feel him moving! Wow... that is so fucking hot.” You actually have to agree. Your penis is hard as a rock, throbbing pleasantly between your legs despite the increasingly uncomfortable bite of Ambrosia's stomach acids. The titillation of being molested and eaten by a chubby green frog-woman mixes strangely with the soul-crushing horror of your immanent death. Again, you find yourself torn between abject terror and arousal. Pushing your confusion aside, you reach between your legs and begin to stroke your cock. You feel Samantha's hands pushing in around you, exploring your contours through layers of skin and flesh.

“Oh... my... GOD! He's jerking off!”

“Of course he is, dear. He's a man. Honestly, it's astonishing how many boys have spent their final moments stroking their dicks inside of me. Well, at least before they start screaming and thrashing.” Your face flushes red at her dismissive words, but you continue to pump your hand up and down along the length of your shaft. “I don't mind, really.” She purrs, “Actually... I kind of like it!”

Sam giggles at this, “You are so bad! Can... can he hear me?”

“Why, yes dear. Would you like to say something to him?”

There's a moment of silence, and then you hear Samantha's voice again, closer and louder than before. “I can't believe you're getting off on this. I mean, I always thought that I was the kinky one, but you're actually a total perv!” There's another pause, and then she continues, her voice softening slightly, “If I had known, well... maybe we could have had some fun together. I don't know... I always liked stringing you along, but maybe it could have worked.” She giggles to herself and then continues wistfully, “Not as a boyfriend, obviously, but you would have been a great fucktoy. I'm not exaggerating when I say that you have one of the juiciest cocks I've ever played with, and I've played with a lot of cocks.” She's not kidding. Samantha is one of the most sexually liberated people you know. “I guess what I'm saying is... I wish it didn't have to end this way.”

Your heart leaps joyously at her words, “Really!?”

“No. Not really. It's gonna be fucking amazing listening to you die. God damn! I'm getting wet again just thinking about it! Sorry, dude... I wouldn't give this up for anything.” You feel the pressure of Samantha's touch spread out and get heavier, restricting your movement even more than before. After an instant of confusion, you realize that she's now lying on top of Ambrosia's belly. Soft gasps and moans reach your ears a moment later, slowly building in volume as the weight of Sam's body shifts back and forth rhythmically on top of you. You feel a pang of betrayal as you picture your best friend masturbating to the sounds of your death, but continue to stroke your cock in the utter darkness of the frog-woman's belly. Acid is gushing and burbling all around you now, Ambrosia's gut churning more forcefully than before. You shut your eyes against the sting of these noxious fluids, and try to ignore the burning sensation that's now spreading across your body. Your cock aches with desire as you pump your hand up and down between your legs. Pain mingles with pleasure as digestive fluids begin to eat away at your skin, only heightening the erotic charge of the moment. You moan and writhe in the blackness, giving in to your fate completely. You yearn to become mush in Ambrosia's gut, to become a bit of fat on her thighs, to have your gruesome remains squeezed out of the nixie's plump rear end. To Sam, you'll be nothing more than a vivid memory of a singularly wild sexual adventure. You doubt she'll have any regrets about letting you die. Knowing her, she'll probably only think your horrific fate when she's using her vibrator. You groan, feeling your penis throb eagerly at the thought.

Samantha's muffled gasps of pleasure accompany yours, your voices forming a morbid chorus of unspeakable desires. Your voice begins to sound ragged and forced, and then changes pitch, now sounding very much like screaming. You feel a pressure mounting in your groin as waves of ecstasy wash over you, slightly dulling the agony of digestion. You squirm in your slimy prison, bucking your hips and thrusting your rigid cock against the walls that press in around you. You grind your cock against the slippery tissue of Ambrosia's stomach, pressing yourself against the weight of Samantha's body. You feel your friend reciprocate, rubbing herself against the nixie's belly from the outside, clearly aware of your movements within. You see stars in the darkness as you cum, your breath catching in your throat as pure, spine-tingling pleasure courses though your entire body. Your cock pulses as you squirt your load into the rising digestive soup, but the pressure between your legs continues to build. You cum again, the orgasm stealing your breath completely. Through the cloud of pleasure, it occurs to you that something feels... wrong. The pressure in your groin grows tighter. Your confusion turns to panic, and then...

Squish!

The pressure between your legs gives way to a horrible numbness. You reach down to find... nothing. You whimper softly, your fantasies suddenly seeming incredibly naïve. Ambrosia has just digested your penis. This is real. And it's going to hurt. A lot.



Sure enough, the next hour is the most agonizing torture you could imagine. The burning grows until it feels as if your entire body is on fire. Pieces of you melt away, mingling with acid and forming a chunky stew of half-digested schoolboy. You lose your ability to scream after the first thirty minutes, but the pain continues. The churning of Ambrosia's stomach walls begin to break your softened bones, bending your body into unnatural positions. Somehow, through all of this, you're still conscious. Mercifully, the excruciating agony of digestion has faded to a dull throbbing, but this only allows you to feel the sting of humiliation all the more. Samantha and Ambrosia take turns poking and rubbing your increasingly mushy form, every touch breaking away a little more of your ruined body. Your head spins, but you distinctly hear Ambrosia's voice as she cheerfully addresses Sam.

“He's still alive in there, you know.”

“What?! Really? Cooool!”

“And he's probably soft enough now... his head's right about here, if you'd like to... ?”

There's a pause, and then you hear Sam again, “Hey, dude... I don't know if you can still hear me in there, but... I really can't think of a better way for our friendship to end. Hahaha! Ohmygod! I so can't believe I'm about to do this!” You feel the slightest pressure against your head as she positions her hands. “Bye, dude!” And with these words, she pushes down. Your head feels as if it's in a vice, your softened skull barely resisting the pressure. And then, with a SQUISH, the side of your cranium caves in and everything goes dark.

Ambrosia and Sam spend the next few hours pleasuring each other and playing the nixie's slowly shrinking belly. Your body is now little more than a chunky paste, giving way like half-melted butter every time one of the girls presses against it. With her carnal appetites sated, Ambrosia reclines in the grass and bats her eyes sleepily at the pale schoolgirl before her. Sam smiles back, idly kneading the flesh of the frog-woman's belly. Ambrosia lets out a little belch before addressing her companion.

“You know, you really should be leaving the Land of Fae soon.”

“What? No! This has been... incredible! I can't go back to my boring life at the academy after seeing this!”

“Oh, dear. Errrribbit! You can't stay with me. It's too dangerous here. Most creatures of Fae aren't like me... they have no scruples about gobbling up girls like yourself. Humans are just too tasty!”

“Are... are you sure?”

Ambrosia purses her lips thoughtfully before replying. “You're a very special girl, you know. I haven't met many humans that would do what you did... feeding your friend to me like that.” She smirks to herself, “He was delicious, by the way.” She smacks her lips contentedly to punctuate her point, and then shoots an assessing glance at Sam, “You really enjoyed what you saw here, didn't you? Watching me gobble up your tasty morsel of a friend... listening to his dying screams... feeling his body melt inside of me?”

Sam stares intensely, her eyes wide and earnest, “More than anything.”

Ambrosia nods to herself, “Well, then. I might just have a little something that will make your return to the land of humans a touch more... interesting. Now, my powers aren't as strong as some, but I do have some magic to give. Errrribit! Most denizens of Fae do. It's why those witches from the academy keep coming to our lands... they're looking for power.”

“Witches? From the Faybrook Academy?”

“Nevermind that, dear. Listen to me. I'm going to give you a gift that few humans ever receive. Close your eyes.” Samantha shuts her eyes and leans forward expectantly. Ambrosia waves one of her hands in the air, a pink glow beginning to emanate from her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, the nixie pulls a handful of sparkling dust from thin air. Gingerly, she sprinkles the dust on Samantha, the sparkling shower falling across her upturned face. The glittering material hangs on her eyelashes and lips, some of it even falling into her cleavage, but after a moment, it vanishes in a flash of rainbow light. “You can open your eyes now.” Sam's large blue eyes open wide, a spark of wonder and excitement burning behind her gaze. “Next time you're feeling a bit peckish, lure some tender young hunk of a schoolboy into a dark corner and let your instincts take over. Trust me, once you've had the pleasure of feeling a naked man fight for his life inside your belly, you'll never want to eat anything else. Errrribit!”

“How... how can I ever thank you?”

Ambrosia smiles mischievously, “You let me eat your best friend. I'd say that's thanks enough! Mmm-mmm!” She pats her belly, the bulging green mass jiggling at her touch. “Now go! Before the moon rises. The academy is that way.” She points into the darkening forest. Sam looks apprehensive, but the frog-woman reassures her, “It's only about a hundred yards. You'll be there before you know it!”

“But how is that possible?”

Ambrosia shrugs, “Magic. Some ways out of Fae are short... others not so much. Farewell, Samantha! I'll remember you! Errribit!”

With a wave goodbye, Samantha gathers her coins and sets off into the forest, her mind spinning with the possibilities of her new-found powers. Ambrosia watches her go, smiling fondly in the twilight as her human friend departs. She glances down at the swell in her belly and chuckles softly to herself. Running her hands along her tightly stretched green skin, she explores your mushy form with small pinches and prods. The nixie feels a tingling warmth between her legs as she recalls your dying shrieks of agony. A smirk spreads across her face as she speaks to the motionless bulge in her midsection, “It's almost bedtime... perhaps a fairy tale before sleep? Ah! I know just the one. The Frog Princess!” She strokes her distended stomach tenderly as she continues, “Once upon a time, there was a schoolboy who wasn't any good at being a living, breathing boy. He was so pathetic that he didn't even have the courage to tell his best friend that he loved her! It seemed that this boy was destined to live out his sad little life without any solution to his problem. And then, one day, when he was walking in the woods with his friend, he wandered into the land of Faeries! It was there that he came across the lovely Frog Princess. Errribit! As he looked upon her lovely form, he realized that his problems were over, for a single kiss from the Frog Princess can transform a boy completely. He gave himself over to the Frog Princess's kisses, and miraculously he was transformed!” Ambrosia cups her breasts, feeling her nipples harden between her fingers, “Soon, nothing was left of the boy but a bit of fat on the Frog Princess's tits and ass. And even though the boy was now dead, everyone else live happily ever after...

The End.”