"I think you need to be taught your place, meat" He snarls with sadistic glee. His shallow eyes twinkle with malice as he prepares to toy with you, simply not content with having you as his willing meal. "You wanna' be eaten, you say, but I think you're forgettin' the whole story." He begins, preparing to unleash a tyrade of mockery and belittlement. "You've gotta' know what making a descision like this entails, after all, you're not comming back from it." His tone goes from agressive to merely blunt and to the point. "So you're thinkin' 'Yeah, I like the idea of bein' inside your mouth Luke.', and I don't blame ya'." He coils his fingers around you into a fist, placing your head at the corner of his mouth. You are given a panoramic view of the quivering interior, a twicthing landscape of thick, soft muscles undulating in pools of clear saliva, a flat, broad tongue nestled between rows of faintly yellowed teeth. You immediately feel yourself going hard at the magnificent sight.
He continues on with his speech all the while rubbing you along his thick, rubbery lips, dabbing you with spittle. "It's warm, soft, lots of slippery spit to slick you up nice and good. Bein' in there will feel like a blow job for ya' whole body, and I don't give blowjobs for nothin', but you'll be payin' for yours. I'll slide you in and taste you, rubbing you on my tongue, makin' sure to cover you head to toe. I'll probably roll you around a bit too. Then I'll close my mouth, and you'll see just red glow as I get ready to swallow you. My breath will get hotter, not that you'll mind though, you'll be used to the smell of that by then; and I'll hold you like that, waitin' for me to snuff you. I might wait a few seconds, I might wait a few minutes. Meanwhile you get to think about what it's gonna' be like bein' swallowed down, knowin' that now you're in my mouth, there's nothin' you can do but wait for me to end your pathetic little life." He plants you on his tongue sharply and drags you off the surface, your face and chest now dripping with his oddly scented spit. He lowers you to his throat and lets you follow it down into his chest as he continues.
"So when I do swallow, you're gonna' feel as if you're being crushed. My throat's just big enough to swallow you whole reckon, so you're not just gonna' slide down, nah, you're gonna' have to be squeezed every inch. From here it's not pretty. You're not gonna' be able to breath then, not when you're being pushed down my throat, so take a deep breath before you go, you don't wanna' pass out before meetin' the main attraction. I don't know how long it will take you to end up in my belly, but it won't be quick. While you're suffocatin' and bein' crushed we'll be watching you're little lump bulgin' down my neck, dissapearin' into my chest before bulgin' out my stomach. Try to keep that image in your head when I'm eatin' you, that you're just a lump underneath my muscles, no different from a burger or anything, just food, only meant to serve me."
He's now pressing you under his pecs and just above his abs. You're on the safe side of his stomach, and through the smooth skin you can hear the ghastly, ominous workings of his gut, busily churning his breakfast yet crying for more. You smell the scent of his skin, mingled with his cologne and deodorant. It is a wonderful smell that only serves to enthrall you."Now is the fun bit, for me a least. You'll know you're gettin' close to my stomach 'cause you'll smell it. You'll hear it too but you'll smell it first. I had a sausage and bacon sarnie for breakfast, so expect that smell mixed with puke and acid. Pretty huh? Well you'll have plenty of time to get used to it, I plan on feedin' you lots of air to make sure you enjoy every moment of your painful digestion. As you can see, my belly is pretty small, so you're gonna' have to curl up nice and tight in there, though you'll barely make a dent in my toned abs. Hopefully you'll get you're face out of the sludge pool at the bottom, though there's gonna' be digestin' muck and slime coatin' your whole body, so you'll feel right at home as a piece of my food. For the first half hour you'll have an easy enough time, once you stop choking on the aweful stink. Because you're so big you'll resist digestion for a while, but it's only a matter of time you know? You'll be squirted with all kinds of shit, acid, enzymes, slowly stewing away as I just sit back and let you cook. You'll feel my stomach kneadin' you, and squeezin' you, not too hard but enough to make you feel you're gonna snap, all it's tryin' to do is work that stinky slime into your skin and make you dissolve faster.
"Not so bad so far. Hot, slick, a bit smelly but otherwise pretty comfy. You'll ignore the tingling in your eyes at first, and that in your ass, and cock, but it will get worse. It won't hurt too much; the acid will burn away your nerve synapses fairly quickly once its worked itself into your skin. You'll feel your skin falling off though. You'll feel your orifices fizzing as they disintergrate. You'll be able to smell your own flesh burning inside my chrunin' gut as you're broken down. You'll live for a few hours like this; trapped helpless, unable to move, blind and alone, slowly going numb as you're body is destroyed little by little. Think of me then, outside, chillin' while you're mangled little body is bein' trashed. Remember you chose it, just a layer of muscle is all that's between big ole' me and you.
"So after a few hours you'll probably pass out from shock, most of your body will be slush by them anyway, like the slush of my breakfast you were layin' in earlier. If you're lucky, you might even be awake for my dinner. Won't that be great? Feelin' your sucessor packin' in with you, ready for digestion just like you were, Only by then you'll just be a lump of semi-alive meat havin' been at my mercy all day" The stomach grumbles in protest, demanding Luke hurry with his speech. "Well. After that, it's a long trip through my guts. You'll be turned into a nice log of shit by the end of it." He reaches for his waistband and pulls down his shorts and boxers, letting his cock flop out, already raging hard, engorged with blood. He carries you round the back so you are passing his glorious round buttocks, finally comming face to face with his little sphincter. He draws you in close, the intense heat radiating off it, along with waves of his potent musk. The stench of crap rises, a dirty, sewage smell that focused at his pouting asshole. Teasingly, just as he did with his lips, he skirts your face around the rim, smearing your face with the residue and sweat collected there.
"Smell that? That's what you'll smell like this time tomorrow. Maybe some of you will end up in my body, but most of your worthless body will be just in there, waitin' in line with the rest of my turds to be let out. After a whole day in there you'll want to be let out too. It sure feels good to let pieces of shit like you slide out of me after havin' felt you pack my belly full. It's a shame really, I'd love for you to feel what's it's like to be shat out of my perfect ass, after spending a few hours being turned into one of my steamy turds. Hopefully you'll think about it just before you're history in my belly. Just imagine seeing the white porcelain bowl looking up at you as your new, reekin' body squeezes its way out of my tight little ass. Think about the journey you've taken to get then: man to food to shit. Think about hittin' the water and lookin' up to see my golden ass, the ass that trashed you, the ass of me, the guy who showed you your real role in life: to be meat."
As if on cue he lets rip a quiet fart directly into your face, the choking, burning gas searing your nostrils as you splutter. He only laughs as he sprays you with his vile stink. This is what you'll be, you think; you're fate is that smell. You had filled Dean's ass and soon you would fill Luke's. There was no doubt about it. The mouth, the throat, the terrible stomach, the ass - it's all real and about to happen. Your time as a free man is over, in mere moments you'll be a slithering lump making its way to a grizzly demise inside a jock's hungry gut. There is only one question left, and having brought you back up to his face Luke asks you it.
"So, meat, I'll ask you again. Do you wanna' be eaten by me?"
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