Acceptance (m,grim,detailed,1st person)

[cbqdbq]

this story is not for the faint of heart. warning of physical invasion of vital organs being decribed. youve been warned.


this story seemed to be liked by some folks on another quicksand site i am at, so maybe it fits here? feed back is welcome.





I found the quicksand in a lonely isolated area, a good two-hour walk from the nearest road and well off worn paths. It was more like deep soft mud composed of black soil. Tho the surfase was smooth, it was made up of fine black bits of dirt flowed easily like thin puding but I could see water drops among the dirt partickles. It was part of a low spot in the terrane about fifty square feet.

I returned coming very early in the morning. and reaching it as the sun rose on the July morning after a very warm night. I was hot and exhausted but determind to see this thru.

From my backpack, I took out twenty rods each 16 inches long, and screwed several of them together, then pushed one end down into the quicksand. I pushed the rod down and it kept going. I attached more pieces and kept pushing, and then finally, I had all 20 pieces attached – 320 inches… 26 feet eight inches. and still I did not touch a bottom. How deep was this stuff?! I pulled the rods back out and detatched them. Wiping them off. And noticing a blackish stain on my hands. The stain did not rub off.

But I still pulled off my clothes until I was naked in the warm morning, the sun already raising the temperature to a muggy warmth, a shean of sweat still on much of me. I took out a plastic sheet and unrolled it then tossed it onto the quicksand surfase close by then lowered myself down the incline from the grassy meadow to the surfase of the quicksand which was rocking a bit stepping onto the sheet. I was certain of the physics that I should sink to near my armpits due to boyancy of my lower density. I quickly stepped back to put my feet right on the quicksand itself.

At once my feet plunged under and the quicksand slid over to cover them. Although the air temperature was very warm the quicksand was very cool. Quickly it swollowed my lower legs and rose above my knees and my feet were already in cold stuff. I watched with fasination, it slid up my thighs, my rate of sink slowing somewhat but continuing. There was a curious sensation as it slid up my inside thighs near my crotch.

The quicksand had accepted my feet and legs. I had accepted the quicksand enclosing them and in fact I would accept the quicksand taking any part of my body. even interior places if I did not activly prevent it. But some of the diferent parts of my body would react with varing degrees of alarm at being in contact with the quicksand. From this point I would considder their reactions not my own intelectul acceptance of the quicksands possible conquest of my life and body.

My feet and legs? They had accepted the quicksand. It meant they needed more blood flow to maintain their warmth, and closing capillaries near the surfase to reduce heat loss but to the feet and legs it was no big deal. The quicksand did not pose a threat. Of course, there was a threat if the quicksand extingished my life because that would end the blood flow on which they relied to keep the cells alive. That would mean the cells would die and be unable to resist organisims able to begin tearing them apart and destroying the limbs.

It reached my scrotum hanging low because of the hot temperature producing an even sharper sensation as if something about the experiense or the touch of the stuff was causing a sexual response.

The quicksand pushed my scrotum upward and then touched my crotch. As it began to surround my scrotum it cooled it causing it to contract to pull my testicles closer to my groin. It slowly rose around my scrotum and then closed up over it swollowing scrotum and testicles into the mysterious hidden depths.

The quicksand had accepted my scrotum and testicles. My testicles had little choice in the matter but it was a significant problem. Their function was to produce sperm cells in order to allow propgation of the speccies. and more specifically propgation of my family line and of the uneeq genetic traits I carried. They could not develop sperm if the temperature was too cold. They fired off a message to the brain: we are too cold! Therefore the brain told my scrotum to help out my testicles by contracting and pulling the testicles closer to my body’s heat. However the body would soon have problems maintaining that heat. As with the feet and legs if the quicksand extingished my life, the support to the testicles would stop and they would no longer make sperm. The bilogical imperitive to propgate would be denied for good. And the cells would die and the scrotum and testicles would be consumed by hostile organisims present in the quicksand.

Now, even as it was rising around my buttocks and pushing into the cleft between them, the quicksand rose along the my penis as it pushed it close to my groin. As it covered all but the last few of my pubic hairs I felt a cold probe somewhere else.

The quicksand had accepted my pubic hairs, tinting them black soaking them damp and flattening them against my skin. My pubic hairs accepted the quicksand, perceeving no real problem the sweat they carried being absorbed. Like all the hairs on my legs they were not really bothered by the quicksand.

The feeling of sexual stimulation persisted and increased. And then the quicksand swollowed my penis!

The quicksand had accepted my penis. My penis accepted the quicksand, and being quickly stained black not knowing the ultimate threat of being disintergrated and consumed by quicksand organisims. For now it was receiving more blood than usual and imparting intence sexual pleasure to my mind.

I continued to descend into the black stuff as it slid along the submerged flesh. With a glance at my hands I realized that flesh was now probably darkley stained. As the quicksand continued a relentless advance upward now reaching my navel. I was certain that I felt the stuff filling my rectum and cooling it. The stuff probably was quickly staining the pink and red surfases of my gastro-intestinal tract.

I moaned softly at the tantalizing feeling of the quicksand drawing me down, sliding across my genitals and oozing inside me.

I shouldnt let this go on for too long of course. I intended to climb out using the plastic sheet to press down on. But for now I was content to let this continue. Experiensing the quicksand admiting me into its depths and also invading and recoloring my body outside and inside. No not invading. Ocupying and conquering? No. Making me part of the quicksand welcoming me to be one with it. Eventualy if I didnt get out it would digest me. And I would truly be one with the quicksand indistinguishable. My human form would be erased, absorbed, elimminated as the quicksand remade me in its image. That thought excited me even though I knew it meant my death. Well death was a trivial price to pay for the sensations yet awaiting me and the assimmillation to come with it.

My rectum felt full and it did seem that the quicksand was rising up into my desending colon. I was thoroly enjoying the sensation of the quicksand entering my body and filling it. It was a peculiarly stimmulating sensation and the more that I had in me, the more of the quicksand I wanted to come into me. I then contemplated welcoming it to come into my mouth so I could swollow it and have even more of the stuff inside me.

The quicksand had accepted my rectum. My rectum reluctantly accepted the quicksand but the thick geological substanse was making it too comfort able.

The quicksand covered my ribs, as it seemed the cold substanse inside me had mostly filled the desending colon. That too was a potent sensation that I was exalting at despite growing discomfort. By now I had decided that swollowing the stuff was an attractive notion. As I sank displaced quicksand formed a mound around me. But it was slowly spreading away from me. Ripples moving outward from me in gentle waves. Now it was advancing on my breasts covered my small nipples and then I slowed sinking just before it reached my armpits.

I was in so deep perhaps somewhat hazzardusly. But I wanted to go deeper! The deeper I went the deeper still that I wanted to go! And to my great sattisfaction I did continue to sink.

I noticed that the rippling waves had carried the plastic mat further away but it was still within reach. I reached for it to pull it closer again but I let go of it without moving it?! Some part of me was saying so what? and you wont need that will you? We both know youre going to let nature take its course! I left it where it was.

Now that my eyes were down close to it I could see the texture of the quicksand. Altho it was smooth it was definitely made up of mostly fine partickles of dirt with some larger specks. Drops of water glissened among them. The area around me was bouncing and pulsating and it jossled me a bit.

I should stop now shouldnt I? And get out. If the quicksand backed up far enough through my large intestine, it would begin ocupying my serpintine small intestine. It could take weeks of bowel movements to clear it out from that route of ups and downs and narrow passages.

But this was such an aluring experiense. It was captivating. I wanted to see what happened next. And most espeshally, I wanted to have quicksand on my tongue. Even swollow some. So I just accepted the process and put up no resistence. The quicksand touched then pushed into my armpits. Its chilly substanse had already made me comfortable in the heat of the day. Tho my forhead still glissened with sweat, and now the chill was getting a little too cool drawing heat from my body and dispersing it.

And I noticed that the mat was now barely within finger tip range.

The quicksand was accepting the trunk of my body. The trunk of my body was accepting the quicksand on the outside not finding anything objectionable about the substanse touching it but my insides there were not accepting the quicksand but could not avoid it. The leeching of body warmth in my legs had been a nusance that it was trying to cope with, but now the main source of it was under attack. The cold was penetrating it through the intestines and now through my trunk. And organs near the surfase were being affected. I was certain now that the quicksand was filling my transverse colon moving across my abdomen from left to right. The flow into my rectum was very rapid.

The quicksand was accepting my large intestine. My large intestine was not accepting the quicksand, but could not avoid it. Deep down I perceeved that my scrotum had tightened against my groin because of the chill around it, and yet my testicles felt very cold unable to keep up with the transfer of heat from them. My penis felt strongly erect. My black penis. My black scrotum. Submerged for so long the quicksand had deeply stained them and my rectum and intestines quite thoroly black. The notion did not disgust me it actually filled me with a thril that the quicksand could alter me so much, and antisipation of what inside me and outside yet could be touched by the black-staining quicksand. Stomach, lungs, nasal passages, ears, tongue, eyes.

Yes! I absolutely wanted to have the quicksand enter my mouth so I could swollow it and add to the ways it was filling my interior! And now, I was thinking that I would even accept it in my lungs! I ignored the obvious result of something as unreversible and dangerous as that. Sufocation. Death.

The quicksand was coming up the front of my neck and rising around my upper arms.

I should stop now. I should push myself up and out of here! After all, the quicksand was nearing my face. My mouth and nose and if it covered them I would not be able to breath any more. Also if I let the stuff continue to flow into me it would very soon reach my asending colon and pour down it and be difficult to remove.

But I was curious about what happened next. What would it be like to have the quicksand dropping into that part of my colon? What would it be like to have it come over my face? What did this stuff taste like? What would it be like to swollow some?

So I still did nothing postponing my self rescue. And the quicksand covered my shoulders and almost as quickly was at the foot of my chin. I opened my mouth wide. Very curious to see what sensations I would next experiense.

The quicksand continued to be the domanant party capitalizing on my submisive behavior. And rose up my chin to my lower lip then poured over it onto my tongue and left a bitter taste there with a gritty quality in spite of the smooth looking substanse. Now I should stop and exscape.

But I wondered. What would it be like to have it cover my nostrils? Would it push inside them? I had gone so deep and it fed my appetite for more. I wanted the quicksand to swollow me whole! I wanted to have the chance to loose my life to it! I did nothing but wait to see what happened next.

As it reached my upper lip it was sliding near the back of my mouth toward my throat and also spreading out to my teeth. down around my gums and under my tongue. and now touched the roof of my mouth. I swollowed it spreading the black stain to my throat and felt it slide down and fall into my stomach like a lump. My mouth was still wide open so more was pushing in sliding quickly along my tongue and I swollowed it as well. And over and over! I welcomed it. It would just work through my digestive track.

The quicksand had accepted my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, my gums. But my tongue was disliking the quicksand because of the bitter taste. Swollowing it not only emptied the mouth it removed most of the substanse leaving only a resido, but not apprecating the problem that swollowing quicksand would present to my stomach, liver and kidneys. My teeth, gums and the rest of my mouth seemed to have accepted the quicksand.

The quicksand had accepted my stomach but my stomach was unhappy about this mostly inert geological material sitting very heavily on the bottom and more coming down the esofagus.

Time to push out? No I still hadnt experiensed it on my nose so I patiently waited as my body continued to desend into the quicksand. And it crossed the whiskers. The quicksand reached my nostrils as I took a deep breath then it covered them. Wow I thought. I cant get air now! The quicksand has embargod me from getting air! It will deny it to me and if I exhale the quicksand will expel it to the surfase. If I dare to try to inhale the quicksand will take its place.

The quicksand had accepted to block the nostril openings. and somehow with my consious intention to allow this. even my excitement about this moment. my nose and nostrils accepted the quicksand. Still my instinct to breath registered alarm that it was being denied as I held my breath.

I should stop now shouldnt I? But the quicksand still tantlized me! I wanted it to touch my eyes! And I felt lumps falling in my abdomen. It had reached my asending colon.

The quicksand was rising along the outside of my nose and now covered my ears. I now could hear my heart beating hard and fast. The quicksand had accepted my ears and they accepted it as long as the quicksand stayed out of them.

At my groin my penis felt even more erect. Somehow this stuff was causing me tremendos sexual excitement. I was taking the chance of course of never getting to marry and have sex. a mystery of its own. What was it like to place my penis in a womans vagina? At the moment it was seemly something I would never know because I had not yet chosen to stop my desent into the deadly quicksand. And altho I could still prevent it I contentedly allowed my desent to continue.

The quicksand had accepted its apparent thwarting of my expectation to eventualy become a father. and my sexual organs other than my testicles and scrotum had accepted the quicksand imposing iminent thwarting of their function.

The quicksand was advancing toward my eyes. I had my closest ever look at the substanse and could see it was small grains of dirt with water drops glissening among them. What would it feel like if the quicksand got onto my eyes? I was ready to welcome it. I reached down to hold my eyelids up because I knew that they closed when the flesh nearby was touched. The black smooth quicksand was just about on them. and as I patently waited the quicksand’s cold touch came onto my eyes. the grains cascading over their delicate and sensitive tissues. The sunlight vanished as my pupils were covered and it reached my upper eyelids and covered my eyelashes. It only took most of one second to cover my eyes! They stung the quicksand staining the whites and corners. absorbing the saline fluid. eroding the corners with its grainy soil partickles. and my eyelids no longer sought to close. I had given my eyes to the quicksand.

The quicksand had accepted my eyes but my eyes were rejecting the quicksand. recognizing its immedite threat. But that only took a few seconds. By the time the quicksand reached my eyebrows I no longer felt the instinckt to close my eyelids. My eyes had now accepted the quicksand even though they were even now being damaged. even though the quicksand was quickly destroying them.

I raised my arms high over my head. I could try to reach over to the plastic mat and work on getting out. but I didn’t even now. In fact the mat was beyond my reach. And I wanted to feel the quicksand close up over my head and even over my arms. I wanted to go down so the surfase was no longer in my reach!

After all my eyes were being destroyed now. I was still swollowing quicksand into my stomach. and it was now flowing steadily down my asending colon.

I let go of my breathe and it hissed to the surfase. as the quicksand finished covering my forehead and then two lobes closed shut over the top of my head. It began to push into my ear canals. air popping as it was displaced. It pushed a bit up through my nostrils. My heart was thundering faster and harder. My body was feeling very cold now. And my lungs were now vulnerble.

I did not swollow this mouthful and it found its way into my wind pipe and slid down into my right lung. and it felt like an ice cube had gone into it. It was now seeping down and settling into my bronchi. hardening the tissues to be useless.

So thats what it felt like when quicksand got into my lungs! That was such a strange sensation. I was thrilled because I knew I was inevitably going to die now. I had nothing else to do but exalt and be amazed at each sensation that had happened and was yet to happen! Bring it on I thought.

With my body demanding air I contracted my diafram and the quicksand was sucked forcefully into my nose and nasal cavity and down into my lungs both of them. I contentedly allowed what was in my mouth to continue to enter my wind pipe and slither down into my right lung.

The quicksand had accepted my wind pipe, nasal cavity and lungs. The wind pipe accepted the quicksand but was sensitive to the lungs convulsive rejection. The nasal cavity accepted the quicksand after a short alarm its needs pailing in comparison to the lungs. My tongue was forced now to accept the quicksand with my response to the bitterness easing as I became accustomed to it and with my lungs shouting pain more loudly.

My lungs had not accepted the quicksand yet. despite the quicksand making itself welcome and at home. They recognized the imediate hazzard. but with more coming in and given the relatively sticky and heavy nature of the quicksand they could not expell it. Pain shot thru my lungs as they suffered the quicksand’s presents.

My ears were now filled two fingers of cold drilled into my head. resting against my eardrums. The quicksand had accepted my ear canals. My ear canals were mildly rejecting the quicksand because it was sitting right on cartilage that had few nerve endings. Mainly the area around them was objecting to the cold that was radiating as the quicksand carried away body warmth in that area.

My eyes were burning with the destructive erosion of the quicksand on them. and the quicksand was quickly moving up my arms now at the wrists. Now onto the palms. Now my thumbs dissappeared. Then my small fingers and finally all six remaining fingers slipped under.

The surfase and the mat that I could have used to get out were now up there beyond my reach. Forever. I had vanished. Gone out of sight. I had been swollowed by quicksand.

Below I contemplated that I was going to contribute nutrients to the environment. My body’s elements would nourish plant life via their roots. and in turn nourish the insects that drew nourishment from the plants. and in turn frogs as they ate the insects. I was going to become plant food then insect food then frog food!

The quicksand had not yet touched my heart but my heart was affected by what was going on and no longer had oxygen-rich blood from the lungs to distribute. Cells would soon start dying of oxygen starvation. Body parts that had accepted the quicksand because it posed no obvious threat would soon be dead and vulnerable to organisims that would tear their cells apart and demolish the structures to get the water and nutrients in the cells.

The quicksand was killing me. I was loosing my life. It didn’t care about being “one with me”. it only would violently snuff out my life then impersonally digest my body as its organizms broke it apart. destroying delicate intricate organs. sexual organs with pleasure generating tissues. my penis. scrotum. my testicles that made sperm cells. my sperm cells that carried the code of new life. My brain with knowledge, experienses, memories. No, the quicksand didnt care. It would just eat me.

The quicksand had accepted me in my entirety. I had eventualy included being totally engulfed in what I accepted from the quicksand and imminent loss of my life.

But parts of my body still fought and resisted no matter how futile. My legs were now registering alarm because no warm blood was coming from above. My testicles were inert no heat available at all. My lungs were yielding being practicly full of quicksand.

I was foolish for having let it go on for so long. but I wanted to see what it all felt like. and now I knew. Now there were some final sensations to experiense.

The quicksand was killing me. I was loosing my life. It was filling my lungs. denying me air. And with each burst of bubbles that exscaped my body and was displaced by the invading greedy quicksand that was ocupying and conquering me. I heard the faraway surfase fart or snort. and sometimes just bubble.

I would be shivering violently now but the quicksand held me firmly and in fact I was getting hypothermic. In fact I wasn’t feeling as cold anymore. It was feeling warmer. me cooling toward its frigid temperature.

The quicksand had not yet touched my brain. but had accepted so many periphrals. overwhelming my brain with pain and danger signals. and my brain had earlier been begging me in the form of the instinct to survive to do something about exscaping the quicksand. It still signaled that even though my mind had inteligently realized it was far too late and willed myself to accept the quicksand’s attacks and intrusions.

I continued to inhale the quicksand into my lungs. And then I had a climax.

As I desended deeper toward the mystery depths my last sperm was expelled from my body into the quicksand that was contentedly drawing my life from me. My last sperm. I would never have more. I would never have another climax. I would never have another erection. I would never get to marry and have children with my wife. The quicksand accepted my climax. My semen was nonshalantly absorbed into the quicksand, the sperm cells to be attacked, torn apart and consumed by the bacteria and other organisims, taking the sugars they carried.

But I had gone out answering the siren call of the quicksand and experiensed the powerful sensations of it swollowing me and now ringing the spark of life from my beaten flesh. My lungs were in agony now at the conquest of the invading quicksand and the denial of oxygen. My eyes, which had been stained completely black. whites, corneas, iris. were burning from the eroding effect of the quicksand stuck to them.

I tried to visualize my body. Black from head to toe, even my eyes, even the insides. All of it: black! And when my body decomposed the quicksand would stain my internal organs as they were exposed then fell apart and dissolved.

I was not ever going to reproduce sexually after my own kind. I was going to reproduce by decomposition supporting other speccies reproducing after their kinds.

My heart began to slow as I inhaled again to clog my lungs with more of the quicksand. I thought to myself YES!! at sucessfully experiensing this and then I lost consiousness. I was now oblivius as I continued to desend to my soft miry unmarked grave.

A moment later my heart stopped and my body continued to settle deeper as it was filled with quicksand.

The surfase stopped farting, and eased its bouncing and pulsating, bubbling and hissing, and smoothing out the area disturbed by my passage into the deep. Within ten minutes my body rested on thicker muck 29 feet below the surfase.

In the end it didnt really matter which parts of me accepted the quicksand and which ones didnt. The quicksand didnt need my body’s acceptance. It was the domanant actor in the encounter and all it was out to do was consume the body that had come into it. absorb its plentiful water and trace solids. expel the gases as they were freed from cells. and let the organizms take their fill of nutrients. The quicksand had total victory over me. I never had a chance once I allowed it to enter my lungs. to see what it felt like.

Six months after I was swollowed, bones were all that was left, and they were slowly disintergrating as well from the effect of persistent organic substanses. The quicksand had accepted me completely. absorbing my remnants and making them into its own image and form. The victim was now indistinguishable quicksand matter. I had become quicksand substanse. The water of my body had become part of the quicksand’s water making me part of the trap for the next victim.

Who would probably exscape since he probably wouldnt expose himself the way I did.