FreakZone

Devoured, alive. Very literally inside the belly of the beast. You let yourself be swallowed - you let your body pass through someone elses' lips and down their throat. Their stomach doesn't differentiate nor does it discriminate. Neither does the body it belongs to. You are where you are - you are food.

You can't see, at all. It's pitch black and rather warm. A bit uncomfortably so, but nothing you can't deal with - atleast you aren't boiling. You feel like you belong. You feel as though this is nothing but natural to your host - to be full with a living, breathing thing, to melt down into nutrients.

Your knees are tucked tightly to your chest, your head pressed down with your chin as close to your knees as they possibly can. Your feet are slightly pointed upwards as the curvature of your host's gullet constricts around you. It's rhythmic and predictable - first the stomach squeezes around the head, and then that squeeze moves further down in a wave, releasing behind itself and constricting the next part. With your back facing outwards and your face towards the spine, your head placed neatly at beneath the sternum, expanding and contracting with each breath.

It's wet, but not that uncomfortable. At least you were unclothed. But that only really added to the intimacy of the entire situation it was in, albeit rather strange conceptually. The muffled sounds of a living being were all around you. All of it. A slow paced breathing as the host wound down from their large meal. A beating heart. The intestines, beginning to shift in anticipation for you. The occasional swallow of saliva. This was the closest you could possibly be to a person. Your skin against the inside of their body.

Interrupting your thoughts, a new sensation - a pressure, not unwelcome, against your upper back. Granted maybe a bit too much - like a slapping sensation? With the thick flesh of the stomach and muscle buffering the majority of the impact. After the initial impact, the gentle pressure moves down across your back. It's only reasonable to assume that whoever ate you is taking the time to soothe their stretched gut.

Their hand glides slowly across their warm skin, briefly feeling the indents that your limbs make poking out from their stomach. They trace circles on the lower right of your back, before firmly grabbing their gut and jostling it quite a bit, rattling you in there. Moving, uncomfortably, the stomach shakes again accompanied by a muffled sound - laughter, and then a belch. The belch is much clearer - it radiates through your entire body. Even the stomach muscles shake a little bit from it.

Shuffling uncomfortably, you find your preferred position once more after the jostling had ruined it a bit, though your movements seem to bring out some sort of pleasurable groan from your predator. But moving is already hard as it is - their strong stomach muscles are firm and tense as they need to, resisting any sort of struggling you or someone else might put up. With enough time, you feel a bit more vibrations. More than just below your feet and your rear where you were 'sat'. Initially it was just the intestines as the body prepared for digestion but now it was beginning to take place. The gurgling now very, very clear as a sort of tingling sensation began to meet the aforementioned parts of yourself.

The duodenum, the sphincter that leads to the intestines, pulses in anticipation as digestive juices begin to flood the stomach. It bubbles, the concentrated acid releasing gas as it reacts with the carbon dioxide that you breathe out, leading to a bit of bloating, and some more room to wriggle in case you needed to. It gets to your predator rather quickly as they let out another formidable belch, and out of habit, rub the lower side of their belly to soothe whatever it was that had caused it.

Acid creeps up. And as it does, with time, you begin to lose sensation. It's almost like limbs falling asleep, with the tingling returning when you move. But.. accompanied by a strange sort of warmth that is similar to falling asleep in a cozy bed in a cold winter. The mix of gastric acid, lipases, and pepsinogen, works it's chemical wonders on your lower body, breaking down the dead keratin and skin on the outside, breaking proteins down into peptides, and breaking down fat molecules. It's a strange, strange feeling, though not unpleasant. As the process continues it becomes harder to move and harder to feel what is likely already gone. You can't see, anyways.

You press your face a bit more into the soft flesh of the stomach wall. You can feel the lines made by the folds from when it's not expanded. Though, yes, now in it's expanded state, it's rather smooth.

Over hours, you feel yourself falling asleep. It's rather surprising that you haven't already, actually.. After all, it's comfortable, the constriction is.. nice. The sounds of life all around you are hypnotic in their nature. Like each part of the predator was engineered to ensure prey like you don't put up too much of a fight as you succumb to being food. Your eyes close, though you're not missing out on any view anyways considering the inside of the stomach is pitch black.

Shuffling, just slightly, you begin to slowly fall asleep. The warmth spreads throughout your body, comfort consumes you, despite your situation… Then eventually, that's all.

Although you've gone to rest, the stomach certainly hasn't. The predator has also gone to bed by now, meaning their body is able to fully focus on digesting you now. Over time, those enzymes mixed amongst hydrochloric acid break you down, molecule by molecule. And the parts of you that have been turned into nutritious slop have begun to be pulled into the intestines, rather eagerly. Those peptides further break down into individual amino acids if they haven't already. Something that used to be you, reduced into a molecular component, to be used by the body of the predator for something else. Fat molecules combine with bile and are grabbed by the villi of the small intestine to be transported into the bloodstream. Something that used to be you, now pumping through the circulatory system of someone else.

All the nutrients from your body, your glucose, your protein, your lipids, your minerals and metals, get recycled into something else. The iron in your body finds it's home in blood cells pumping through the predator's blood vessels. The sodium from your nervous system finds itself firing neurons for the predator instead to continue melting you away. The calcium from your muscles soon finds itself aiding with the contraction of the predator's muscles - from their skeletal ones to the ones in the stomach and intestines that are still eagerly massaging your rapidly softening and melting body to continue taking from you. The cells of your body lyse and give up their organelles to be melted and their materials to be used for the organelles of your predator's cells. This occurs throughout the night and continues throughout the next day where you certainly aren't waking up.

Yesterday, the pred's gut was easy to identify as that which hosted a living person inside. Today? Maybe less so. There are still faint bulges in the stomach, primarily from your head and shoulders, and maybe your knees protrude a bit, but much less than before. And just because the predator is awake doesn't mean digestion is going to stop. It's just a bit.. awkward, for any onlookers. Reduced to maybe three quarters of the size now and more uniform in shape. When the pred pushes their hand into their gut, what's left of you certainly doesn't have much give to push back against their hand. They go about their day with their belly gurgling loudly as it processes you, not caring for any observer.

Another day goes by and now the pred's gut is still quite large but any definition of a person is completely gone. Their taut belly still noisy with digestion. At this point, your mulched remains are completely soft, but still absorbing through their intestinal lining to be circulated through the bloodstream. When the pred swivels their hips from left to right, you slosh around, indicating how liquid you've become. Slowly pumping entirely into their intestines as they drain you of anything useful. By the last day, the gurgling of their gut has quieted a bit. Before, most of what used to be you was concentrated in their belly and intestines. But now, most of what used to be you has already become indistinguishable from the molecules that make up the pred, your host. Now "you" flow through their veins, you've been converted into muscle tissue in their limbs and organs, the energy gained from your body fuels theirs all throughout. Interwoven throughout every fibre of their being, down to the replication of their DNA through growth phases that require more resources. A final gurgle before you are completely used up.

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