Trashy Trishy

Amber and Lizzy seem like a typical couple, despite their age gap. But Amber's anything but a typical person.

In fact, calling it a 'person' is pretty generous.

buttgesterone, a VN set in the world of nookzzz/bunthatstinksgood's short fiction, is an exploration of personhood, fear, and the point of no return. It's also very transparently a fetish VN, so there's that. Girls will turn into butts, butts will be in crisis, and somehow, we'll all make it out okay.

Special thanks to @trishyeves for beta-reading!

You should be horrified to learn that the more maternal I act the more you need me to fuck you, even when I'm not doing anything inherently sexual.

wow ! a two-in-one rubbermon! isn’t it so cute? don’t you just wanna rub those pretty haunches? it’ll probably enjoy it, but it’s just a butt, so whatever <3

wow ! a two-in-one rubbermon! isn’t it so cute? don’t you just wanna rub those pretty haunches? it’ll probably enjoy it, but it’s just a butt, so whatever <3

wow ! a two-in-one rubbermon! isn’t it so cute? don’t you just wanna rub those pretty haunches? it’ll probably enjoy it, but it’s just a butt, so whatever <3

Now, they're apologizing profusely, saying you tasted too good to resist. The phrase hits you hard, only intensifying your distress. You're in complete and total darkness, your clothing is soaked, your partner's body is swelteringly hot around you.

But the most humiliating part is, they seem to be enjoying themselves.

Even if they were to tell you otherwise, you know the truth already. It's the way their stomach contracts around you in rythmic waves, a pool of chyme quickly pooling at your feet. Even if they hated this, their body sees you as food. Their stomach prepares to digest you like everything else that's ever been inside of it. It's an undeniable fate.

This can go one of two ways, you realize.

Your partner could let you out, leaving you disheveled but alive. In some ways, this is worse. Every time you steal a glance at your partner's stomach, your mind betrays you. You can't help but picture how you looked from the outside. And worse, if you happen to hear their stomach growl, it makes your heart pound.

Or, maybe they don't let you out. All those years you spent loving them, all lost because they can't hold back their hunger. And now, you feel too good inside of them to let go.

You hear them whispering sorrys. I love yous. For a brief moment, despite your inevitable fate at this point, you believe it. But when you feel their hands rubbing you from the outside, helping their stomach digest, that belief is quickly shattered.

Struggle all you want. Kick, thrash, scream, sob. They've made up their mind. There's only one way out now, and the constant gurgles and groans from below you only hammer that home. Soon, it'll be you causing those sounds.