Your mind races, pulled in a million different directions at once. You're overcome with the gravity of the situation by Ashley's grim reminder of how things used to be. Although you're not old enough to be a "pre-change" man - none remain anymore, the last consumed ceremoniously in front of the Capitol Building years a go - you have read about how their lives were. The emptiness of impending death weighs heavily on your soul, contrasted with the images of family, friends, beer nights, and growing old together that you have read and perused. At once you start to shake and perspire, folding your hands in your lap and breathing in short, fervent gasps. You are going to die, consumed by some woman some place, maybe pretty and maybe ugly, maybe old and maybe half your size. The air is suddenly sickening and stifling.

As Ashley comforts and holds you, you feel the warm embrace of her arms and her body. Her voice in your ear is unlike any other woman you have met. You do not feel the lies and facades of a woman eager to eat you, but the tender whisper of someone who wants what is best for you, who knows you and feels your pain, who shares it. "It's going to be okay, baby... If you want to fight, I will help you. I don't care if they send the brute squad for me, but we both know that they will get us both eventually..." Her hand takes yours softly, reassuringly, alluringly, and she looks in your eyes again. As you see her face again, you realize that there is nothing you truly want more than to be a part of her, nothing you want more than to be her willing meal. A small, uneasy smile crosses your face, and the emptiness starts to glow and warm. She is the One. "If it's you..." you whisper, accentuating your eyebrows, your lip trembling, "if... no, that's not it." Laughing dryly, curtly, you look down and up into her eyes again. She is also smiling, you see her lick her lips and eye her beautiful white teeth. "I want it to be you, Ashley. I want you to..." The words falter, you catch yourself quickly: "I want you to eat me, Ashley. I don't care about my chances for survival, I want to be part of you."

Images start burning through your head like wildfire. Childhood memories, the fear of school, his first job, his first near-miss with a woman, his first kiss, all leading inexorably to this moment. It all came back to her, and now, finally, he would be a part of her forever. Even imagining the process of her defecating him was unbelievably erotic. Did all men feel like this with the woman of their dreams? Was he a freak? Was this the fault of the society they lived in? Again and again the warmth of her hands and her breath, the hunger in her eyes and lowered brow, her beautiful face and body, shattered these doubts and questions, drove him to singularity: He saw himself in her belly, being absorbed into her, every part of him that was worth keeping. He wanted it, he needed it, he would beg for it if she weren't so graciously offering it to him, this beautiful gift.

"I love you Troy..." she says, quietly, surely, "I love you, and I want you to be a part of me too. I've wanted to eat you since I first saw you. I don't know why I want to eat you, why I don't want to live with you forever like they did in the old days..." She frets a bit, looking down and up again, searching for the words: "I have to confess that I think you can hide forever if you stay here with me, but I so want you inside me... Please, Troy, if you're saying these things because... because..." She looks away momentarily, making a face, then looking back: "What I'm saying is that I want to eat you too Troy, I want to, and I don't care if it's indoctrination or if it's always been a part of us."

Her words are followed by the sweetest smile you have ever seen, and you can think of no finer note to end your life on. Ashley completes you, and you will complete her in a way that no other man can do: You will always be a part of her heart. Wordlessly, you kneel in front of her, undressing with practiced ease. Your heart pounds and races, scared and excited; it's only a matter of moments before you will be inside her, part of her forever. You can still escape if you want, you can still hide if you want, but you don't want to. As you feel her kiss, spreading out over your forehead and behind your skull, engulfing you, you know that this is what you want.

Gently, tightly, erotically, she slowly devours you. You feel your wet, tight grave extending over your body, and Ashley leans into the swallow. She is masterful, and you feel as though you are floating as your body slips inside, your feet finally passing through her mouth and down into her esophagus. With a gentle splash you find yourself in her stomach. It is tight, acrid, smelly, and painful, but you do not feel upset or angry, only peaceful. You know the process will be agonizing, but your consultation is that each painful morsel absorbed will hasten to become part of Ashley. You are nothing now but her dinner, and yet you are so much more: you are the one she wanted for so long, finally her willing meal. As stomach acid washes over your body, burning skin and more painful tissues, you feel a splash of sweet, strong fluid splash your face: Ashley is enjoying you with her favorite wine.

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Ashley replaced the wine glass on the table and rubbed her belly... Now Troy would finally be part of her, he would be absorbed into her and she would poop out his remains. She wished that the very idea of pooping the love of her life wasn't so mindlessly erotic to her. Is that what he would want for her? Would he be angry? An evil smile crossed her face as she realized that he was screaming inside her stomach, that the acid was probably breaking down his flesh as she was thinking these very things. No, he probably didn't cherish the idea of her pooping him out, or even being digested the way he did five minutes ago when he so romantically accepted her wishes. The truth was that she probably would have eaten him anyway, but that was unimportant now: He had accepted her. He had accepted his fate, his place in this world as her dinner and gone willingly and happily to his grave. It was the stuff little girls read about in fairy tales.

"Don't worry, baby... A few more hours and I'll poop you out, then it will all be over." she said, rubbing her belly and tasting him on her lips. She smiled to herself, happy, blissful. The same could not be said for the festering mound of flesh that used to be Troy inside of her

A few hours later Ashley felt her bowels grumble, heavy with what used to be... what perhaps still was Troy. She got up delightedly and swayed her hips hypnotically to no one in particular as she walked to the bathroom, pulling own her jeans and panties and sitting down on her toilet. For a while she had considered saving Troy's remains and keeping them, but decided that it would be a much more pleasant memory to capture the flushing forever. Holding out the camera amateurishly, she smiled and took a picture of herself defecating, They would make fun entries into her scrap book.

After a good fifteen minutes of pushing out long, solid, smelly logs of fecal matter, she felt that the last of Troy had finally passed from her system. She switched the camera to filming mode and switched it on, placing it on a nearby sink so she could use both hands. "So, I've just passed Troy on... he was such a darling sweetheart, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Anyway, it's been about four hours since I ate him, and I just passed him into the toilet..." She smiled into the camera, reached into her crumpled jeans with a cute, little grunt, and pulled out a picture of him that she had printed out. "I took this out on wadded paper before he arrived since I figured I'd end up 'doing the deed' tonight..." she laughed delightedly, "So now I'll wipe what's left of him from my ass with this picture of him." Giving a low moan as she rubbed her stretched ass, she wiped the last streaks of Troy from between her cheeks and dropped the tissue in the toilet. "Now to show you what he looks like..." She picked up the camera and filmed into the bowl, showing a brimming pile that poked up and broke the water surface, even on this modified toilet. "As you can see, he was full of..." She laughed uncontrollably. "Oh, Troy, I'm so sorry... To tell you the truth he was very special. He was a once in a lifetime kind of guy (but dear God does he smell!) and I was so lucky to eat him." She stepped closer to the bowl, placing her free hand on the flusher: "Good-bye Troy, it was a pleasure having you for dinner..."

Wish a whooshing torrent, and a tear in her eye, Ashley watched Troy go down the sewer forever.