Belly Central Station

I wanted to make the team so bad, but coach said I wasn’t big enough, that the other teams would eat me alive out there. So I decided to prove him wrong and went to one of the rival schools and hid out in the locker room after their practice and waited until there was one left. He was a big dude, easily 250. I had to make him mine and prove I deserved a spot on the team. I snuck around to try an ambush since the element of surprised would of been the only way I stood a chance. I’ve eaten maybe a guy or two in my life, but I’ve never tried to take on a meal as big as him before. Before I could get close enough to strike he turned around and saw me. Now or never. I rushed in to try getting his head in my mouth first and he just clothe lined me easy. I was dazed but felt a warm sensation around my legs. When I regained clearity I saw he had already swallowed my legs and had me half way down his throat. I tried to struggle out but he tied my wrists together with a dirty jock strap. All I could do was try to wriggle free as i watched myself slide deeper down his hungry gullet. He didn’t seem to even struggle or think twice about it as I slowly grew closer to his maw, clearly he was an experienced pred. I felt my legs start to fill his stomach, watching them make his fat belly bulge as I tried feeling around inside the warm tight space. Every second made it harder to move as more of me disappeared down his throat until it was just my head left to swallow. He palmed my head and pressed me down, sealing me away inside and cutting off the last bit I light and fresh air, exchanging it for crampt wet muscles and hot humid air. He swallowed one last time and I was pulled down into his stomach, forced to curl up as I tried to struggle and move. I guess coach was right, the other team really did eat me alive…