I’ve been itching to get eaten. There's nothing i'd love more than to become part of a bigger man, to get melted down and used to build his muscles and gut.
So, when I spotted this guy standing in the baseball dugout, I knew he had to be the one.
I mustered up the courage to come up to him after a couple minutes. I tapped his shoulder, but his eyes barely broke contact with the field.
"What's up, man?" His voice carried a note of irritation, clearly not wanting his focus to be interrupted.
In a mix of darting eyes and a shy tone, I asked him to eat me. Begged him, really. Swallow me up and digest me. Pack me away in that belly he had poking out and make it bulge even bigger when he's done with me. Melt me down til i'm unrecognizable.
I guess I didn't realize how much he was interested in the game, because it seemed like he barely registered my words. He gave me a fleeting glance before responding.
"Uhh...sure. Gimme till 7th inning."
I excused myself and went back to my seat on the bleachers, counting down the minutes. Though, I forgot how slow baseball could be...and the bleachers were pretty comfortable. My eyes drooped, and eventually shut.
...I was suddenly jolted awake when I felt a hand gripping my wrist and dragging me.
"Ya wanna get mulched or not, man?? Come on. We only got 5 minutes."
I eventually gained back my balance, following my soon-to-be predator. His grip on my arm remained tight as he guided me to a more secluded area, away from the ongoing game.
Before I knew it, I was pressed up against the wall, the bearded man close up in my face. We were eye to eye, his face hardened and tough as he leaned over me. A musky, cedar-y scent hit my nostrils—the man’s scent. I breathed slow and heavy, taking it in.
“So, you really wanna be eaten?”
“This better be what you really want, man. Cause there’s only one way out, and it’s not the way you came.”
A warm feeling started to pool in my stomach, and I sighed. This was all I wanted. I nodded, and the moment I did, something changed in his eyes. He smirked, and his grip on my shoulders tightened.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll give you what you asked for.”
His smile got wider, wider, wider…and suddenly, my whole world went dark.
I was packed away in the man’s stomach in two minutes flat. It was pretty impressive, actually, how quickly he ate me. Never underestimate a guy’s commitment to his game.
Before I could start to orient myself, I felt a hard whack hit my back, and some rubbing. My predator was enjoying his catch.
He belched thickly and licked his chops. “Ahh, that was nice. I’m glad you offered yourself up for me, meat.”
I did my best to thank him, but between the gurgling and the layer of fat between me and the outside world, it was lost.
Not that my captor cared. He took a moment to enjoy his meal, pushing in the bulges of my head and feet popping out.
He did his best to pull his shirt over his new size, but the shirt barely stayed down over his chest. The man sighed, patting the belly again.
“Alright. I have to get back to the game now, so you just sit still and digest like good food ought to.”
My world bounced as my captor lumbered back to the field, doing his best to balance while carrying another 150 pounds on his midsection.
A few onlookers gawked at the man’s sudden change in size, but most were unbothered, much more worried about the game than its spectators.
I relished in the comfort of the warm belly as long as I could, eventually passing out due to the lack of air inside. My predator groaned and belched constantly, his gut working in overtime to melt me down.
I was slowly digested over the course of the game, leaving nothing but an extra three inches of fat around the man’s belly.
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