"Please," he says with a sad look in his beautiful green eyes. You nod to him with his torso in your mouth. He closes his eyes and lets go of the bedpost. You bring him in further, feeling his armpit hair nuzzle against your cheeks. You pull him the rest of the way down your gullet, savoring every inch of him, or what's left anyway. He slips down your throat and slides the rest of the way into your belly. You quickly swallow a lot of air for him to breath while you lay down for a second.

Your stomach is so big it fits between your legs and reaches your feet, but you know it won't last much longer. You feel Jason squirming, ready to come out. You breath in deep and give a huge belch as you feel Jason come up with the air. He coughs a little and flops onto the bed, exausted. "So, Slave," you say playfully, "how was it inside my gut?"

"Well for a second," he says between gasps, "I thought you were going to keep me, which meant I would have had to use this." Jason made a weird sound and spit out a revolver. "I keep it loaded, you wouldn't believe how useful this is. There was someone here two days ago in your place, but he got a little too playful and decided to gulp me down. When he wouldn't listen to reason, I made my own way out."

Suddenly, you're glad you didn't decide to keep him. He'd make for a great servant though, just as long as he didn't try anything funny. "Well Jason, for your first trick I'd like you to put that gun away." As if by some unseen force, Jason's hand shot up and shoved the revolver down his throat, making him choke a little. "No one explained to you," he coughed, "that servitude is mandatory, did they?"

You suddenly feel tired, maybe it's time to call it a day. You yawn and pick up the baseball bat, putting it between the two beds. "Goodnight Jason," you say, "oh, and Jason."

"Yeah?"

"No eating me."