HOT VORE STORY

As I slithered further into that slimy, fleshy sack I was forced by muscles much stronger than I for start curling up into a fetal position. I felt my ass push and slide against his soft, slick, and quivering stomach lining...it felt so comfortable, so nice, and both safe and deadly. I timidly explored the moving walls with my hands, trembling as I felt thick, sticky, globs of mucous squelch between my fingers. I think I got stuck as my wide shoulders started to pass through the tightness of his stomach valve...for awhile I was at a standstill, feeling out my new home as the peristaltic waves around my head became stronger and more insistent...and then with a sound that can best be described as a "glorp" I was stuffed completely into his tight, hot, slimy stomach...my new home and living tomb. I felt the ring of flesh that separated his gullet from his gut squeeze around the crown of my head, pushing it all the way in and closing, sealing me in permanently. My journey had ended.

The smell of past digestion and stomach fluids hit me like a tidalwave, overwhelming me and making me dizzy...I twitched for awhile, taking deep breaths, trying to get myself used to the foul stench and soon starting to like it...after all, I was food now...I knew I'd be smelling this for the rest of my life, and soon would be stinking just as badly. By this point my mind embraced the idea with joy, the whole situation that I was in felt so very /right/. It's as if my whole life was lived just so I could be a meal for this creature, who's body I could hear making loud organic noises all around me. Never again would I hear things like the birds that were singing just outside...instead, the wet gurgles of his happily engorged gut sang in my ears, his heart and breaths deeper noises that provided a steady background. I also heard the constant, faint whoosh of what I think was his blood flowing through his body..

The enormity of just how totally I was used up sent thrills of erotic pleasure through my submissive mind.