On the one hand, the drunkard smells from his dad were unpleasant. On the other hand, he'd be harder to wake up. Then again, that smell would be worse in his stomach. Jeff eyed the waistband of his father's slacks, then stripped, sat on the back of the sofa and eased one of his feet down the front of his dad's pants. It took a moment to navigate his briefs, and Jeff was quite proud of himself and his toe dexterity, when nothing happened.
He sat there, nakedly balancing on the back of the sofa, foot making a bulge in his father's crotch, and a whole lot of nothing continued to happen.
With a heavy sigh of disappointment, Jeff started to pull his foot out, when his father bucked his hips and something grabbed his foot. He startled as the something started sucking him in and tried to pull out, when his father moaned under his breath and Jeff got sucked into those plaid slacks, up to the middle of his calf. After a moment of hesitation, Jeff slid his other foot down his father's pants, and felt the whatever-it-was grab that foot too. Gently, Jeff slipped his leg further inside the thing that had hold of him, felt the weird thing beginning to throb steadily, and then slowly got sucked in up to his knees.
"Definitely works, at least," Jeff muttered, under his breath.
"Baby, fuck me now, " murmured his father, sleepily, and bucked his hips again. Jeff found himself sucked in up to mid-thigh, and landed on his dad's shirt-covered gut. Another hip-buck from his dad, and Jeff looked as though he was wearing the slacks that he was disappearing into. His father's hands landed on Jeff's shoulders, and he nearly panicked, until his dad started dry-humping and gradually pushing him further down. "Oh, fuck. You're so good at that, baby."
"Dammit, dad. I can't believe you're really this lame," Jeff murmured, as he slid his hands under his dad's waistband.
It took only a few moments for Jeff to slide in up to his chest, and then up to his shoulders. The throbbing thing that was eating him slid closed around his neck and then, with a final push and moan from his father, there was nothing left of Jeff but a faint outline of his face in the crotch of his dad's slacks. The faint impression moved up slightly, but then vanished downwards as his father finished swallowing Jeff whole.
Jeff found himself sliding down a moist tube, into a small chamber with what felt like three openings in it. A few weird movements persuaded him to pick one, so he slid into the leftmost opening, and into an even smaller chamber. Everything wobbled.
"Oh, baby." came the fainter and more muffled, but still embarrassing, voice from outside "Suck. My. Nuuuugh,"
Some kind of violent suction surrounded Jeff, who had to thrust his arms and legs against the insides of the chamber to keep from being taken. It only lasted for a few seconds, and then it was over, and Jeff tried to piece together what had happened. He was in a moist chamber that smelled, now he came to think about it, kind of musky. Some thick liquid had been sucked out of the chamber, which had stopped bucking and rolling. He'd been eaten by something in his father's...
Huh.
"Dammit, dad! You just creamed yourself in your sleep, didn't you."
It wasn't a question.