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“I can do it, y’know.”

Surprised, I turned to Freddie.  The bashful squirrel and I had just met for a date, and we had gone back to his place.  Currently, we were sitting on his bed.

“So . . . you can eat me?” I clarified, unsure if I really believed it.

Freddie nodded.  “I’ve done it before,” he added, blushing.  “I’m a pretty experienced predator, if I do say so myself.”

“Do you spit people back up after, or. . .?”

He shook his head.  “I can’t.  So it’s always a one-way trip.”  He laughed, rubbing his belly.  Now that I knew I could enter it, it looked /very/ inviting.

I didn’t hesitate.  “Eat me,” I begged.  “Please.”

Freddie raised an eyebrow.  “Well, I /am/ a bit hungry. . .” he said, smiling.  “But there’s no going back.  You sure?”

“Never been surer of anything,” I said.  “Please, let me be your food.”

Freddie nodded.  A smile crossed his lips.  “Very well.

“Face me, prey.”

I turned to the squirrel, and was surprised to find a much more confident face looking back at me.  Was this even the same person?

Freddie licked his lips.  “Let’s give you a taste test.”

He leaned forward, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me.  But instead, a bulging tongue left his mouth, and ran across my cheek.

“Mmmm!” Freddie exclaimed.  “Strip.  /Now/.”

I obeyed, quickly removing my shirt, pants, and undergarments.  Standing in front of the squirrel, naked and destined for his stomach, I felt more exposed than I’d ever been in my life.  And it was delightful.  I was just food now, and nothing more.

He suddenly shoved me onto his bed, and I saw him lick his lips, covering them with drool.  Then he came down from above, and began tasting me.

He started with my face again.  But then he made his way down my body, lapping up my neck and chest, running down my hips and legs.  When he was done, he looked down at me with primal hunger.

“You are mouthwatering,” Freddie said, licking his lips again.  “Lie down with your legs towards me.  I eat my prey feet-first.”

I nodded, and obeyed him, hanging my legs off the edge of Freddie’s bed.  “Good job, prey,” he said, smiling.  “Now, it’s dinner time.”

He crouched down in front of my legs.  I watched as the squirrel opened his mouth wide, and revealed the maw I’d always dreamed of: teeth absolutely dripping with drool, tongue ready to lap me up, dark abyss of a throat looming behind.  I gasped as he latched onto my feet, and began to devour me.

Gulps, swallows chomps.  That became my world as Freddie sucked me inside his body, showing amazing force in his wonderful jaw and fantastic throat.  I watched in awe as I disappeared inside him, piece by piece, until I could feel my legs entering his belly.

One second my feet were imprisoned within the tight esophagus.  A gulp later, they were set free, shoved into an open, growling space.  Oh my god.  I was actually headed inside his stomach!  That, more than anything, solidified the reality of it all, and I watched excitedly as the squirrel continued.

Freddie’s swallows pushed me further inside him, his lips sealing around my hips and ass as my knees lowered into his eager gut.  Then he reached my chest, and my legs were fully inside, making his stomach bulge outward as I—his food—filled it.  I needed more!  And I was going to get it.

The squirrel gulped in my chest, and suddenly all that was left to swallow was my face and my neck.  I looked Freddie in the eye the best I could, trying to communicate my thanks.  He grinned around my form.  Then he reached out with one hand, and shoved me inside his open maw.

The mouth lit up with activity as I entered it, slimy drool dripping from the teeth and slapping my head.  An enormous tongue lapped me up, smothering my face as it tasted me again and again.  Then the licking stopped, and I knew what would happen next.  I closed my eyes in anticipation.

The squirrel swallowed, and I was sucked into his tight throat, surrounded by cramped walls that forced me to descend slowly downward.  Every second I could feel more and more of me emptying into his stomach, and I wished I could speed up the journey.  But the throat was slow and steady, so I instead waited in anticipation for the moment I would finally enter the predator’s hungry gut.

And then, a minute later, I did.  I felt my shoulders pressing against the sphincter, the barrier between the throat and stomach, and then I was passing through it.  I joined the rest of me in the predator’s bulging belly, extending it outward as I finished the journey.  My head was pressed against the stomach walls, and my body was pushed against me, my legs leaning on my chest.  It was a bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t care.  Because I was finally /here/.

The stomach let out grunts and growls around me as it longed to digest the food.  Gooey liquids lined the walls and floor of the belly, and they gurgled around me, dripping on my form, uncaring.  The pain was immense: every drip of acid made me want to scream in agony, but /fuck/ was it turning me on.  I had always been a masochist, and my pleasure only increased the more the stomach juices splashed on my helpless, trapped body.  There was no escape now—I was trapped here, in this excruciating place, surrounded by pain and belly gurgles, but instead of feeling scared, I felt more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

I jammed my hand between my legs and began working on my privates.  Back and forth I rubbed, increasing speed as the acid dripped faster.  Cries of desire left my lips, ones that only increased in volume the more I worked on myself, and the more the acid worked on me.  A few times I felt myself starting to pass out from the pain, but I forced myself to stay awake—I was almost there.  If I could only reach it before I was forced unconscious. . .

There!  I climaxed just as the pain reached its peak, coming in this cavern of beautiful torture.  I gasped as the liquids gushed out of me and into the belly, and sighed in relief and relaxation.  Maybe all my life had been worth it, if only for a moment of pleasure like this.

The acids continued to eat me up, breaking down my form in horrific ways—my legs were numb now, and my arms were in immense pain.  I stopped resisting my screaming body, and passed out then and there.

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Freddie smiled as he heard his meal orgasm.  The strange ones always had such a good time in there, and it gave him such a nice stomach massage.  He patted his huge belly, massaging it as the prey digested inside.  He felt them twitch a bit more, and then, they stopped moving.

The squirrel let out a relaxed sigh.  Soon enough his meal would be reduced to chyme, and then travel through his body to be made into shit.  He always loved imagining how much he would poop the next day—it was such a fun game.  And his meal had tasted so good, too. . .

He licked his lips and leaned back in his bed.  Freddie didn’t pretend to /understand/ the people who wanted to be eaten.  To him, they were just a bit out of their minds.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take them up on the offer.