Flesh Hole

I tried hard to hide my impatience with genuine sadness and desperation.
“Your alibi checked out, we’re so sorry, we know this is a very stressful time for you, but we have to cover all our bases,” one detective said.

I stared at the floor with wide, stunned eyes, the distress wasn’t hard to fake, because I was distressed, but for a different reason than they thought. I needed to see her. “It’s alright. We just need to find my family,” I whimpered, “That’s all I care about. Tell me what else I can do.”

“You look very upset,” said the other detective, “I think it’s best if you let us take it from here. Rest and call us in the morning.”

“Alright,” I choked, “please, find my wife and baby.”

They nodded solemnly.

I showed them out and watched them drive off.

I walked down to the basement and closed my eyes, her warmth washed over me. It was relieving, like I had been out in the cold all day. The walls pulsated; her drone soothed me. I needed her and now I had her again. I had been away for hours with the police. Just when I thought we could reunite they came back to confirm my alibi. Now we could finally have our time.

I took off my clothes and lay naked in her warm flesh. Her aura enveloped me and I felt satisfied again. Beside me her gaping mouth dilated. I knew she was satisfied as well.

We had been through so much together. She had started out so small, nothing but a fleshy mouth trapped under the concrete floor. Somehow I had felt her there and dug her out. I had rescued her, and she needed me to feed her. She needed flesh. At first just any kind of flesh. She started off with deli meat and then raw steaks. I put them in her wet mouth and she consumed them. But she needed something more to regain her strength.

I soon found what kind of flesh made her happiest. She loved it, and the more I fed her, the more satisfied we both became. And she grew. Her body had grown, grown out from her mouth to cover the floor and the walls with thick wet warm flesh. And her mouth. Oh her glorious mouth. It was no longer just a fleshy pit in the ground. It grew too, into a gorgeous, wide, wet, red and pink dilating hole. She could consume everything now. I no longer even needed to remove the bones.

Blissfully, I lay naked in her wet pulsating flesh. She started to grumble. Her pulsations sped up.

It was time for her to feed. I stood and walked to the garbage bags in the corner of the basement she had not yet grown over. From it I removed my baby’s arm. I walked back and slowly lowered the arm into her mouth. She devoured it and her pulsations slowed again. I lay with her and fell into bliss once more.