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PART 1
In the ethereal realm, Kevin found himself face-to-face
with a guardian angel named Margaret, who seemed ready to shed light on
his current situation.
"Calm down, Kevin. I'll walk you through everything," Margaret assured him.
"You've departed from the earthly realm, and your body
and soul are now separated. As your guardian angel, it's my duty to
guide you through the afterlife. However, it seems you've accumulated
quite a few sins in your lifetime. Before you can enter heaven, you must
atone for these transgressions," Margaret explained.
She continued, "For each sin, I'll assign a penance.
Your actions during these penances will determine your grade, and
ultimately, whether you'll gain entry to heaven or face a different
fate."
Margaret then picked a random sin from Kevin's past.
"Let's start with something seemingly minor. Cheating on a class
assignment when you were 16. While it's a common occurrence, we can't
overlook it."
With a mischievous grin, she declared, "Your penance is
to become a pillow for my celestial throne. I've got mountains of
paperwork, and a comfortable seat is a must. This punishment serves us
both. You get to atone, and I get a comfy spot."
Acknowledging the apparent discrepancy in size, Margaret
chuckled, "Sure, I'm much larger than you, but you'll adapt after the
first year. You're designated to be my throne's cushion for a century.
Sounds like a long time, right? She laughed. Don't fret, we have all
eternity to ensure fairness. I must avoid making hasty judgments."
Kevin stared at Margaret, a mix of disbelief and
reluctance painted across his face. The idea of spending a century as a
cushion for an angel's throne wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the
afterlife. Still, the ethereal realm seemed to operate on its own set
of rules, and Margaret appeared adamant about the assigned penance.
"But Margaret, being a pillow for your throne for one
hundred years? Isn't that a bit... extreme?" Kevin hesitated, attempting
to negotiate his way out of the unusual punishment.
Margaret raised an ethereal eyebrow, her eyes filled
with celestial wisdom. "Kevin, the severity of the penance is
proportional to the gravity of the sin. This is a lesson. You must learn
to bear the weight of your actions, quite literally in this case."
Despite Kevin's reluctance, he found himself undergoing a
transformation. The ethereal realm worked in mysterious ways, and
before he knew it, he was reduced to the size of a small, plush pillow.
As Margaret gently placed him on her throne.
As Kevin adjusted to his new form, he realized that the
ethereal transformation didn't diminish his consciousness or awareness.
He could still hear Margaret's voice and observe the surroundings, but
he was now a pillow.
Then a shadow cast over him, signaling Margaret's
impending descent. The ethereal glow surrounding her intensified,
emphasizing her angelic presence as she gracefully positioned herself
above him. With her back to him, she slowly lowered herself onto the
throne.
As Margaret settled onto her throne, Kevin felt an
unexpected surge of discomfort. The transformation didn't exempt him
from physical sensations, and the pressure from Margaret's form pressed
down on him with a force he hadn't anticipated. Though he was now a
plush pillow, the pain was very much real, and he could sense the weight
of her presence bearing down upon him.
Kevin's initial shock and disbelief gave way to a mix of
discomfort and resignation as Margaret settled onto her throne, using
him as a cushion.
The pressure intensified, and Kevin began to feel as
though his soft form was being molded by the angel's presence. As
Margaret shifted her weight to adjust to a more comfortable position, he
found himself sinking further into the depths of her ass.
The discomfort intensified as Margaret began to shift
her weight from side to side. Her ass jiggled ever so slightly, and
Kevin felt the soft flesh of her thighs brushing against him.
The pressure and the weight of Margaret's body on top of
him was overwhelming. Kevin was starting to have trouble breathing, and
the soft flesh of her ass cheeks was beginning to engulf him. He could
feel the warmth of her body through his plush exterior, and the
sensation was terrifying.
Margaret sighed and leaned back, causing the full force
of her weight to bear down on Kevin. The soft flesh of her ass was now
pressing directly against him, and he could feel the heat of her body
radiating through him.
Kevin felt his body being crushed under the weight of
the angel's ass. The pressure was unbearable, and his consciousness
began to fade. As the darkness engulfed him, the last thing he heard was
the sound of Margaret's stomach's grumbled, echoing through the
ethereal realm.
PART 2
Margaret's stomach rumbled loudly, indicating a hunger. It was time for her lunch.
With a gentle tug of her robe, Margaret undressed,
exposing the full scope of her ethereal physique to Kevin, who was too
small to observe her curves, as the plush pillow got absorbed in her
ass.
The pressure of the angel's ass intensified as she began
to slowly raise herself, causing the soft flesh of her rear to squeeze
Kevin on all sides. As he sunk further into the depths of Margaret's
form, he felt her warm skin brushing against him and her soft flesh
enveloping his body.
Margaret descended upon her throne again, causing Kevin
to plunge deep into the depths of her form. The full weight of her
angelic presence now bore down on him, and the soft flesh of her butt
cushioned his plush exterior. Kevin could feel Margaret's warmth
coursing through his form and sense the soft flesh of her ass cheeks
contracting with each subtle shift of her weight.
The pressure increased, and Kevin could feel his soft
exterior being molded by Margaret's presence. As her body shifted, he
could feel her soft flesh brushing against him, and the heat from her
form was beginning to overwhelm him.
Margaret leaned back, and the full force of her weight
bore down on him. Kevin felt his body being crushed under Margaret's
ass. He could feel Margaret's warmth enveloping him and sense the soft
flesh of her bare cheeks contracting against his plush exterior.
Kevin's body began to tingle, and his consciousness
faded into the soft folds of Margaret's form. The last thing Kevin heard
was the sound of Margaret's hunger manifesting as a satisfied groan and
rumble escaping from her stomach, followed by a loud and terrifying
GAAAAAAARGHL from Margaret's gut. Kevin realized his fate as he found
himself sinking deeper into Margaret's ass, as the angel sat upon a
cushion on top of him.
Kevin screamed but the angel couldn't hear as he
disappeared into the depths of Margaret's bowels. Kevin felt the warmth
of her ethereal core surrounding him as he plunged deep into her guts.
Margaret's bowels contracted rhythmically, causing Kevin's plush
exterior to be compressed by the soft flesh that enveloped him on all
sides.
Kevin felt the heat intensifying as he sunk deeper into
the depths of Margaret's intestines, and his consciousness began to fade
to a cozy darkness as her soft flesh pressed against him with a warmth
that overwhelmed him.
Inside Margaret's bowels Kevin started turning back in his human form.
Inside, Margaret's colon was like an hourglass and
everything went through a certain process. From her anus, where Kevin
was inside, Margaret's shit passed through the upper parts, the
transverse colon and the descending colon, eventually sliding along the
cecum where its passage to her ass took place. There was only a small
gate keeping things from going back there, while at the same time making
everything else get out. However, she would need an extra push, as her
colon had clogged, forcing a lot of shit to accumulate around Kevin and
give him trouble.
Meanwhile Margaret was eating her lunch. Her belly ached
with hunger, but Kevin couldn't say that. Kevin struggled for air,
hoping he wouldn't choke before he could finally pass into her appendix
and his true escape. Margaret was glad to feel a soft pressure against
her asshole, filling her bowels, while she chugged down her meals as her
lunch break would soon end.
Down below, Kevin was struggling to breathe as the
warmth and stink from Margaret's ass grew more intense. He could barely
move and the pressure of her sphincter on his neck and waist made him
feel weak, though luckily he did not get crushed by her bowels or
shitting. With some relief, he felt an opening nearby. Soon, he would be
able to escape from her colon.
However, as he moved a hand towards it, he felt
something hot and moist against his palm. Margaret's rectum was
contracting, trying to keep Kevin from escaping. He was trapped, and
with a single burst Margaret could release her bowels over Kevin.
On the other hand, the angel was more interested in
eating her lunch. After putting her hands on her belly, Kevin was sure
to give a painful sensation, as if he could still hear her gasp as she
kept munching. And meanwhile Kevin's vision grew dim, Margaret could
feel an unexpected jolt of pleasure, as she was overflowing her gut.
A familiar ache began to pulse through Kevin's abdomen. A
part of his human form remembered this feeling, having experienced it
several times, but Kevin had never seen anything like this coming and
his mind was rushing with uncertainty. Kevin felt himself being drawn
outwards. The pressure on his hips relaxed as he was thrust headfirst
towards Margaret's anus. The pink pucker pulsed gently, revealing a hint
of his silhouette to his desperate gaze. Kevin reached out as the walls
of her intestine tightened around him. Margaret's anus gaped. A small
pile of poop dropped and smeared his cheek as he popped free.
Finally, he saw some light, after so much time inside
that horribly cramped space, where it was impossible for him to even
struggle. When his nose met the freezing air again, he found that the
first thing he took a whiff of was the smelly odor of fresh and sticky
feces. To Kevin, the only thing he knew was a sensation of deep terror
and repulsion. His face had become one big lump of fecal material, and
soon it began to slough off his skin with a slimy, sucking noise. He
attempted to wipe off the sticky poop with his hands. With his head
stuck inside Margaret's asshole, it was not easy to shake it off. It
also stuck on his hair and parts of his body.
At first he feared to end up a filthy mess. Margaret
didn't notice it at all. In a few seconds he was shaking it off. And
then she rushed to the toilet with him still sticking halfway out of her
poophole. He was free at last! His journey had finally come to an end,
as Margaret was in good health. Yet he felt a stinging pain between his
buttcheeks. Kevin was horrified when he looked at his hands covered in
fecal matter and muck. As the rest of him began to ease itself out of
her anus and into the cold water below.
By now he was flailing, submerged in a river of murky
shit as it flowed from Margaret. Kevin looked up and saw something
massive descending towards his face. As Margaret started her crap, she
let out a big poophole fart and blew right into his face and nose,
blinding him to anything outside. Margaret gave a satisfied sigh. Kevin
felt another wet spray on his left, the other half of her brown turd
squirting out her back hole.
While he floated out of her brown poohole and splashed
around the dirty waters, his nose and mouth filled with a wretched
smell, and he could not help himself from inhaling a big lungful. Kevin
found the putrid scent far more foul than the smell of poop that came up
his nostrils, and his eyes started tearing up. It was as if an
explosion of fish, onions and a strange sort of sewerage smell.
After that a yellow stream of urine began flowing from
Margaret, as a stream of warm pee that turned to steam. Her bladder felt
light now, and Margaret was relieved. When the pooper was over, the
plumber, and the pipes seemed clear, the angel flushed the toilet and
washed her hands before leaving, satisfied with the service.
Before Kevin could recover from the previous episode,
the door shut behind Margaret, leaving him alone with his thoughts. All
alone to contemplate his circumstances and what this situation would do
for the future. Still half blind and soaked in her poo and pee, he got
out the drain and took a deep breath to see his surroundings, in hopes
to find any clues to his whereabouts. The white tiles and the walls
indicated to him that he had found a public bathroom. There were toilets
all over the room, while the floor had large blue tiles, all clean and
tidy.
The door opened, and Kevin froze, unsure of what to do.
PART 3
Two angel women came inside, laughing and chatting. They stopped when they noticed Kevin."Hey! Look, a human!"
"Wow! And he is all wet! What is he doing here? Did you get lost?"
Kevin did not know what to answer. He was not lost, and yet he was. But these two angels could help him, surely.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just..."
"Oh, you don't need to explain. We know how hard it can be to navigate through Heaven's facilities."
One of the angels knelt next to him.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit confused."
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Okay. I'm happy to hear that."
"What's your name, by the way? You didn't tell us."
"I'm Kevin. Who are you two?"
"I'm Elisabeth and she is Anna."
"Nice to meet you, Elisabeth and Anna."
"Likewise. And what are you doing in the bathroom?"
Kevin thought for a moment. He could not tell them about the pooping angel and his mission. That was something nobody needed to know.
"I... don't know. I guess I got lost. Like you said. But it's not my fault. Someone told me this was the exit and..."
"You shouldn't listen to what other people tell you, you know. You must clean yourself."
"Oh, yes. Of course."
Then Elisabeth picked up Kevin and put him into the sink. She turned the tap and a stream of warm water washed him. The water was so pleasant, and Kevin felt so good and calm.
"There you go. You're all clean now."
Elisabeth dried him and carried him in her arms.
"Thank you, Elisabeth."
"You're welcome, little guy. Come with us. We will take you to the reception so you can find your way out."
Anna picked up Kevin and placed him inside her bra, where his face rubbed against the soft texture of her breasts. Both angel ladies started giggling.
"Look how comfortable you are, little guy! You must really like this place."
Anna squeezed her tits playfully. Her tits were soft and warm. He felt all of Anna's boobs massaging his face.
After a couple of seconds Anna let go, and he emerged, with his face buried on her cleavage and surrounded by the pleasant warmth of her breast meat.
