Two For One: Jim (Anatomy) meets Pete (Rebirth)
By: Johnboy
One
Jim had never been down this highway before. He was returning from a friend's
cottage, where he'd been helping the guy build a new deck. Jim knew he'd taken a
wrong turn somewhere (and somehow he'd misplaced his map), but he wasn't too
concerned; at least it looked like the road was heading the right way. He thought
he'd passed a sign saying there was a place called Silver Rapids or something up
ahead. He could ask for directions there.
Now he could see a rest stop up on the left, nothing but a small clearing with a
picnic shelter and a toilet, but he decided it might be nice to take a little break. And
who knew, he might even get lucky...
As he turned in he could see there was one other vehicle there: a motorcycle,
parked under the trees. It looked like a Harley. There was no-one in sight,
however.
Interesting, he thought -- it could be a big guy. His stomach began to rumble...
Jim Reese got out of his pickup, stood with a stretch and a yawn, then peeled off
his t-shirt. His dark skin glistened with sweat -- it was a hot, humid day.
He looked around. This was really the middle of nowhere... the woods bordering
the highway were so still and quiet, and they seemed to go on forever. He couldn't
even remember the last house he'd passed. Actually, it was the perfect spot for
him to have a "snack" without being interrupted.
He heard a sound. From out of the forest came a bearded, rough-looking biker,
zipping up his fly. He was big and heavyset too, as he'd hoped -- maybe 275
pounds or more.
Jim nodded to him, but the man didn't acknowledge him. He farted, got on his
bike and rode off. The guy must've known why some men came to these roadside
rest areas; he'd just stopped for a piss, and nothing more. Probably why he'd gone
behind a tree; he didn't wanna take any chances in the washroom.
Maybe just as well, Jim thought as he listened to the bike blatting up the road. He
wasn't even sure if he could've taken one quite that big...
It had been a little over 7 months since he'd first discovered his new 'ability'. At
last count Jim had swallowed 16 men (not counting the first, Doctor Moffat), a rate
of about 1 guy every 2 weeks -- and each one had been more enjoyable than the
last.
He'd found, much to his surprise, that he could completely digest an average-sized
man in only 2 or 3 days. He seemed to prefer taking them head-first... it was a bit
more difficult but somehow it just felt right, and it was more satisfying too. There
was also the added bonus that it shut them up faster.
But he did like it when they struggled. He recalled one occasion where his victim
had actually fainted. (He continued swallowing him anyway, although it hadn't
given him nearly as much pleasure as when they were alive and kicking.)
Jim usually liked to take his time, but occasionally he felt so voraciously hungry
that he just couldn't stop himself from wolfing them down as quickly as possible.
Once when he'd been in a situation where there was a chance of being seen by a
passerby, he'd managed to shove a whole guy down his gullet in only 20 seconds
or so.
Lately, he'd been trying to push himself beyond his limits: There'd been the one
who he met in the alleyway, a tall, skinny dude, at least 6'6". It had taken Jim a
considerable amount of effort to get the man's lanky frame folded up properly to
fit inside his gut. That guy had wriggled around inside him for quite some time, he
remembered -- knees and elbows shoving with surprising strength against the walls
of his stomach. Jim smiled and rubbed his belly absently as he thought of it.
Then only a few weeks ago there'd been the incident with Wayne, one of his
buddies from work...
They'd both been drinking, and Jim had unintentionally told the man about his
unusual ability. Of course Wayne hadn't believed him... so Jim decided, what the
hell, and he bet him 100 bucks he could swallow him.
So far, the heaviest guy he'd gulped down had been somewhere around 240
pounds; it hadn't been easy, but he'd managed. But Wayne was considerably
larger, easily 300 -- nearly as big as Jim himself. He tried, but it turned out to be
too much for him -- he couldn't quite stretch his mouth and throat wide enough to
fit Wayne's big, round gut inside, so he had to let him back out.
Wayne paid him the $100 anyway, since he'd been totally blown away at how
far Jim had taken him in. (And now Jim noticed that the man always seemed a bit
nervous around him.) Fortunately, his friend never mentioned it again... to him or,
as far as he could tell, anyone else.
He knew he should start being a little more careful in the future...
Jim's stomach growled again and he sighed. He wished that he really could take a
300 pound man, that would be such an amazing feeling -- in fact, when he thought
about it, he was fairly sure that one day he'd be able to. The size of the men he'd
been swallowing had been steadily going up. Who knew what he might be capable
of, say, a year from now?
Sometimes he wondered if there were other men who'd discovered they had the
same ability. He'd like to meet them...
A car was pulling into the rest stop. Jim was sitting at one of the picnic tables,
almost dozing off. It was the first vehicle he'd seen in over 15 minutes.
The driver looked like he was a bit older than himself, maybe mid-forties -- he
didn't seem to be very big, though... Well, at least he was alone. Jim had been
hoping for a meaty trucker or something, but he was damn hungry, and he decided
that he'd make his move on this one no matter what.
He got up and began slowly walking towards the vicinity of men's restroom,
watching out of the corner of his eye as the guy got out of his car. He was disap-
pointed to see that he was even smaller than he'd first thought: No more than 5'5",
and lean (certainly less than half Jim's weight). Oh well, better than nothing...
He could tell the guy was staring in his direction, so he turned to face him. Jim
had a feeling he'd come here looking to suck someone off... he seemed like the
type. Without trying to make it look too obvious, Jim rubbed at his crotch a bit.
He'd seen this signal used before, to let another guy know you were interested in
some action -- it had helped him to lure in a meal or two in the past.
"Hey there," Jim said as the guy approached him. He felt the excess saliva that
was building up in his mouth, felt his stomach churning with anticipation. He sure
hoped this one would be enough to satisfy his appetite...
The man smiled and nodded at him, saying, "Beautiful day." He had a coarse
moustache, a few days' growth of stubble, and hair that was starting to gray. He
looked somewhat tired. Actually not a bad-looking dude, though.
"A little too muggy for me."
"Yeah. It's a hot one, alright..."
Now he was only a couple of feet away. Jim towered over him. The man briefly
eyed Jim's bulky body up and down, and Jim tried to suppress a smile -- this was
almost going to be too easy. (He was somewhat impressed, though; the little fella
didn't really seem intimidated by his size at all, as most people were when they
first met him.)
The guy kicked at the dirt. Jim could tell he was trying to think of a way to get
directly to the point. Feeling bold, Jim asked, "So what're you into?"
"Well...." he was slightly embarrassed.
Jim chuckled. "Hey, don't be shy."
The man considered for a moment, then looked him in the eye. "Would you, uh,
be interested in a threesome?"
"A threesome? Hmm, I dunno... You mean three guys?"
"Yeah."
"Ya got a friend around here?"
"Yes."
Jim stroked his thick, black goatee thoughtfully. He hadn't expected this. A two-
for-one deal? He'd never even considered it before. Even if the guy's buddy were
as small as him, he doubted he could swallow both of them at once -- although the
idea of it definitely excited him. It would probably be better to just take the man
now. But maybe he could incapacitate the other guy, keep him alive somehow, and
take care of him tomorrow; He knew he was certainly strong enough to take on
two at once in a fight. He'd never eaten two men only a day apart, though. Could
he do it?
He decided he was ready to try. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. Damn, he
thought to himself, I'm a greedy bastard...
Two
Jim followed the man a short distance up the highway to a level railway crossing.
There was a gravel service road that ran alongside the tracks, and they pulled into
it. He couldn't see any other vehicles around here though... it seemed a little odd.
"So where's your pal?" Jim asked after they'd both gotten out.
"He's here." The guy pointed towards the dense trees. "He's just down the trail
there -- I guess he didn't wanna wait out in the open."
"Where'd he park?"
"Oh, I dropped him off here a few minutes ago. He was too shy to come with
me... you know."
"Okay. Well, hope he didn't start without us."
The smaller man laughed, but Jim thought that he seemed a bit nervous now. He
supposed under the circumstances, that was normal -- still, he felt slightly suspicious about the whole arrangement. And there was something kinda weird about
the guy's attitude. He'd watch his back.
They went into the woods...
Once again, Jim pondered the possibility of taking two men at once, in a single
meal. This little guy must weigh no more than 130 pounds. Doubled, that was really
not all that much more than the biggest man he'd ever taken. Fuck... two at once!
Maybe it was possible -- he sure felt hungry enough. But he guessed he'd have to
wait and see what size his friend was. (He just hoped he could remember to ask
one of them for directions before swallowing them.)
The trail was descending, and he could hear the sound of running water ahead.
They were entering a deep ravine, dark and heavily forested. There didn't seem to
be anyone else down here.
Slapping a mosquito away from his bare chest, Jim asked, "Hey man, you sure
your buddy is still here?"
"Yeah, uh... he must've gone to the tunnel."
"The tunnel?"
"Well it's just a big culvert, actually. It's down this way."
As they followed the edge of the stream, the land dropped even lower. Jim heard
a truck roar by, not too far off (and somewhere overhead), and he realized that
they were looping around back towards the highway.
The road embankment was like a wall in front of them, and where the little creek
cut through it there was a huge, square, concrete culvert almost like a subway
tunnel, curving away into darkness. Near the entrance, just beside the stream,
there was a bit of a clearing; he could see a couple of large logs arranged around
the remains of a campfire, a few broken beer bottles... He looked up: It was a
good 30 feet up to the highway.
"So," Jim said, "where is he?" He was starting to get impatient. And he was
starving too -- he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. His stomach felt
like it was twisting into knots.
The guy didn't respond. He seemed to be listening for something...
"Hey, I'm talkin' to you."
"Uh, he should be here..."
"Well he ain't."
"Sorry. It won't be long." There was almost a note of sadness in his tone.
Jim's belly let out a loud gurgle, and he wiped his lips -- it was time to get down
to business. He'd worry about the other dude later. Jim took a step closer to him,
looming over him. "Doesn't matter, we don't need him. Let's get started." Jim
began to unbuckle his belt.
"But--"
"Come on, I ain't got all day. Take yer clothes off." He stared intently into the
man's deep-set eyes. He could see the uncertainty in his face, mixed with expectation, and... something else? It was a strange expression. As if he was looking right
through him, like he didn't even exist.
For a brief moment Jim felt some uneasiness,
though he didn't understand why it should bother him.
But then the little guy began to undress, and he immediately forgot about it --
now, all he could think about was his hunger.
Soon the man was standing before him fully nude; he was starting to get an
erection.
Jim moved even closer. His gut was rumbling almost continuously. He could feel
the muscles of his esophagus flexing and contracting automatically, anxious for the
meal. Somehow he could tell this one was gonna go down so fast, he'd barely have
a chance to taste him... but he knew he'd still enjoy it.
He muttered, "Yeahhh..." It was hard to speak with the amount of spit his mouth
was producing. Actually, Jim had found that usually his own saliva was all the
lubricant he needed to get someone down his throat (although for the first few that
he'd swallowed, he'd needed to grease them up somehow.)
He put his big hands on the guy's shoulders, gripping tightly. Looking down at
him, he grinned broadly, shook his head slowly and said, "You'll barely hold me 'til
suppertime."
The smaller man's expression changed to one of surprise. "What...?"
He stiffened up and tried to back away, but Jim's powerful arms pulled him in,
pressing their bodies close together. Jim tilted his face down towards the guy's
head, yawned his mouth very wide, and closed his eyes. Quickly, before the man
could realize what was happening, he grabbed him by the upper arms and actually
lifted him up off the ground -- with a snort, he lunged his gaping, hungry mouth
downwards and forced it over the top of his head, engulfing half of it.
Immediately the man began to thrash around violently, and he uttered a strangled
syllable that went something like, "Yark!"
Jim lifted him higher and easily pushed the entire head into his mouth. He could
hear the poor guy trying to shout for help; it sounded like he'd called out a name,
but it was too muffled to make out. He was fairly strong for a man his size and
was putting up a pretty good fight... but of course, still no match for him.
Grasping him more firmly, he heaved the small man's body high up into the air,
inverting him, while at the same time tilting his head far back. Now as gravity
began to push the guy down, Jim strained to stretch his mouth open as wide as he
could to encompass the shoulders and chest. He swallowed hugely at the struggling form, slurping and groaning, his jaw working frantically. His hunger was
almost out of control -- he was gobbling the guy up faster than he would have
believed possible. Already he'd taken him in up to the waist...
Barely aware of what he was doing, Jim reached up and grabbed onto his legs,
then shoved with all his strength, physically forcing the man into him, faster than
gravity or peristalsis alone could've pulled him in. His mass slid rapidly down
through his distended throat and chest, filling his belly and bloating it out to an
enormous size in only a few seconds.
A few more gulps, and Jim was already closing his mouth around the tips of the
guy's wriggling toes. He was all the way in. With one last, massive swallow, Jim
forced him completely down into his stomach.
"Aaaaaaaahhh, yeah..." he breathed. He staggered over to one of the logs and
sat down heavily...
Damn, that had to be a new speed record for him. Jim was always kind of impres-
sed every time he ate a whole person, it was something he could never quite get
used to -- but he'd really amazed himself this time! The urge to just get the food
inside as quickly as possible had completely taken him over. His free will had
vanished; his hunger had forced him to act purely on instinct. It was as if he was
an unstoppable eating machine.
What a pig, he thought... and smiled.
Jim looked down at himself; he could clearly see the guy moving around inside
his swollen gut, feel his hands searching for a way out, hear his faint, unintelligible
cries...
He rubbed his belly, grunting with sated pleasure. He could feel the man exhaling,
and stretched his mouth wide to expel the build-up of gas: "Aaa-UUUUuuuorrf...!"
The belch smelled and tasted like the steak and eggs he'd had for lunch. Jim
smacked his lips; Christ, he was actually still kinda hungry!
He realized he could smell something else too, a faint, musky odour. In a way it
was almost like, well... B.O.
Strange. The guy he'd swallowed hadn't seemed unclean. He wondered where it
was coming from. Maybe there was some kind of large animal in the area?
He heard another car drive by overhead. Jim looked at the big culvert -- it was
kinda creepy for some reason. Now that he'd fed, he wanted to just get out of
there. He didn't really care anymore if the other guy showed up or not...
Jim stood, attempting to hoist his open jeans up a little higher. He felt tired;
usually after a meal he liked to have a nap. "Seventeen and counting..." he said,
patting his gut, and he turned to leave. The struggles inside his stomach were
already beginning to lessen...
Suddenly, he had the distinct feeling of being watched.
Jim stopped in his tracks. He could sense a presence nearby... he tried to shrug it
off, but the feeling wouldn't go away. Somehow he knew it that whatever it was, it
was big. Very big.
In fact, now he realized that he could hear something as well: a low, regular,
whooshing sound, barely audible above the gurgling of the water. It sounded like
breathing.
And it seemed to be coming from the tunnel...
Three
Thumping, splashing footsteps were approaching. "What the hell...?" he whispered
to himself.
Jim could see it now, coming out from the darkness, looking directly at him. It
was hunched over, but as it emerged from the culvert it rose up to its full height.
He stared at the thing, more fascinated than afraid, really...
It was a Giant. An absolutely enormous man -- he had to be close to 15 feet tall!
Not quite believing what his eyes were telling him, Jim felt the urge to rub them,
and almost laughed at himself. He was stunned... his mind was spinning, trying to
make sense of this sight.
The creature was completely naked. He had a heavy, powerful-looking build, legs
literally as big as tree trunks. The guy's shoulders seemed nearly as wide as Jim
was tall, and his massive chest was covered with thick, dark hair. The large face
that looked down at him was full-bearded and rugged, with heavy features --
curiously, the expression on that face was one of awe (possibly mixed with some
amusement).
The enormous man stepped up out of the sandy creekbed and slowly approached
him, his monstrous cock swinging from side to side. Still, Jim was not actually
scared yet, but he instinctively took a step backwards. He felt giddy and confused;
he knew that what he was looking at couldn't actually be real... and yet, there he
was.
The giant spoke, in a deep, grumbling voice: "Goddamn... ain't that somethin'."
Jim craned his neck as the towering figure got closer to him. The guy was fucking huge! He actually had to bend some of the upper tree branches out of the way
to allow him to move. Jim opened his mouth, but no words came to him. Was this
thing even human?
The gigantic man was staring down at Jim's round, distended gut. "And I thought
I was the only one," he said, stroking his bushy, reddish-brown beard thoughtfully.
"Man, I'm impressed."
"Wh-- what?" Jim stammered.
"You swallowed the dude whole." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Poor Charlie."
With a grunt, he got down onto one knee before him and leaned forward, so that
their faces were closer. Jim found that he'd backed himself up against a tree. He
got a whiff of the strong, sweaty man-smell emanating from the huge brute, and
could see that his thick beard had a dead leaf caught in it. The big, blue eyes
examined him intently.
What the hell are you? he wanted to ask...
The giant prodded him in the gut with a thick finger and grinned. "What's yer
name?" He asked.
"Uh, it's... it's Jim."
"Jim. Fuckin' awesome, buddy. I'm Pete."
"Hello," was all Jim could think of to say. He was dimly aware that the guy who
was apparently named Charlie had finally stopped moving around inside him.
The huge man eyed his full belly again with interest. "Hmmm.... yeah. I like a
fella with a hearty appetite. How the hell didja do it?"
"I, um-- I dunno, really. It's just something I found out I could do." Even though
Pete was down on his knee, he still loomed over him... and Jim felt his wonder
gradually being replaced by nervousness. "Was Charlie... your friend?"
"Aw, don't worry about it. I was planning on eatin' the guy anyway!"
"You mean, you do it too?"
The giant man laughed. "Yeah, how the hell do ya think I got so big?" His
stomach growled loudly.
"Jesus..." Jim muttered.
"You ever heard of Igenics?"
Jim shook his head; he didn't know what the guy was talking about. His mind
was reeling... Suddenly, he noticed the way Pete was looking at him, and he didn't
like it one bit. His nervousness began turning to anxiety... no, actually it was fear.
"I don't--"
Pete leaned down even closer. There was a sinister twinkle in his eye. "Ya know,
Jim, I think this might be my lucky day. I never had dark meat stuffed with white
meat before. Sounds real tasty." He gave him a frightening, toothy smile.
For a moment Jim was frozen, too terrified to move. Was he actually considering...?
Then he saw the giant's mouth beginning to open, stretching wider and wider,
becoming cavernous, drool hanging off the lower lip... Jim could see deep into the
man's gullet; the glistening, pink walls of the throat were undulating, expanding. A
rank, meaty smell blew down into his face, and the huge hands slowly reached out
for him...
Something finally snapped -- Jim tried to run, and almost immediately stumbled
due to the extra weight in his gut. He fell heavily onto his bloated stomach and a
loud grunt was forced out of him.
He could hear Pete's rough laugh behind him. As he scrambled away, he felt his
feet being grabbed, and his legs jerked up violently as he was pulled backwards.
He yelped as his boots were ripped right off his feet, taking one of his socks with
them. Powerful hands grasped Jim by the thighs and turned him over, face up. Jim
tried to get a grip on a small sapling, but it snapped as he was dragged towards the
giant...
"Shit--" he blurted, trying to see over the mound of his own belly. He felt total
panic starting to cloud his mind.
Pete was kneeling over him, grinning hungrily. "Hey, don't worry. I do it the same
way as you: One big gulp. It won't hurt a bit." He peeled off Jim's pants in one
quick, fluid motion. Then he tore away his boxers, and plucked the remaining sock.
"Oh fuck... no... I don't wanna be eaten! Please!!" Jim blubbered. He couldn't
believe this was happening. He tried to kick himself free but Pete held him around
the ankles, painfully tight. He knew he couldn't put up a good fight anyway; his
energy always felt sapped right after eating someone.
It suddenly dawned on him that Charlie must've lured him here for the giant -- to
feed him.
The little shit.
Yet he realized that he felt sorry for him, because now he began to understand
the horror that each one of his own victims must've felt.
Pete settled his knees wider and lowered his upper body, bringing his face closer
to the ground.
"Christ! Let me go!!"
He lifted Jim's legs higher. "Man, yer gonna be a mouthful. Hope I can get that
fat gut inside!" A huge, gassy blast of warm air suddenly belched up from the
depths of the enormous man's stomach, spraying Jim's feet with droplets of spit.
"Uhh, yeah. I haven't had a guy all week. And now two for the price of one... fuck, this is gonna be good."
Jim thrashed about with all his strength, but the grip on his ankles was unbreakable. This was unreal! A giant was actually gonna eat him alive!
He was being lifted even higher, his ass now starting to leave the ground...
Somehow, despite the fear, he actually found himself wondering how many men
this monster had devoured in his time. Probably it was a hell of a lot more than
seventeen...
Coming to the conclusion that struggling to get away would be useless, he tried to
calm himself -- maybe, somehow, he could reason with the guy instead...
"Wait!" Jim said, thinking fast, "I can help you! Now that your buddy's gone, don't
you need someone to... to bring ya food?"
Pete paused, his mouth half-open near Jim's toes.
"I could bring like 3 or 4 guys at a time," he went on quickly, desperately. "One
for me, the rest for you. Please, what do you say? It... it could be fun."
The giant seemed to consider this for a brief moment. But then: "Sorry, pal. It's a
real tempting offer, but yer just too nice a treat to pass up. Guess I'll hafta manage
on my own."
"But, but--"
"Hey, I know what's fun! We'll have us a race."
"Huh?"
"Let's see if you can digest Charlie before I digest you!" He winked.
"Oh Jesus."
Pete laughed again, a deep, booming sound that echoed throught the forest. Jim
began struggling frantically again, knowing it was pointless, but blind panic had
taken over again...
The giant licked his lips. "No fair, though -- you had a head start. I better get
movin', I got some catching up to do. Seeya!" His mouth began to gape open again,
and he guided Jim's feet towards it.
Jim began yelling, just garbled, wordless cries. But he knew there was no-one
around for miles. No-one to help him. No escape...
Four
Pete adjusted his hold on Jim: He clamped one large hand around both his calves,
and the other under his thighs, pinching them together. He let out another massive
burp, and then abruptly shoved Jim's legs down his throat to the knees. With a
groaning gulp, he took him in even further, almost up to the crotch.
Jim felt himself sliding deep into the hot, slippery throat, felt the powerful esophageal muscles squeezing in waves that travelled down the length of his legs, sucking
him in...
And for a moment he fell silent, and stopped his struggling; he was strangely
transfixed by what was happening to him. So this is what his victims had experienced... (well, at least the ones he'd taken feet-first.)
Pete's face was partly obscured by the mass of Jim's round gut, but he could see
the man's eyes bulging with the effort of trying to swallow him. In the back of his
terrified mind, he remembered that he'd been thinking of videotaping one of his
own swallowings at some point. He'd been curious to see how it looked, to see
what the expression on his face must've been like when he did it...
Now the giant placed his hands under Jim's shoulder blades and, with a grunt,
lifted him off the ground. He was attempting to open his jaws even wider, in order
to fit Jim's abdomen inside.
No, he can't do it, Jim thought... my belly's too big! He felt a brief glimmer of
hope. Maybe the guy would just have to let him back out again...?
But then he felt himself sliding in again, and he watched in disbelief as Pete's lips
stretched to an incredible size and began to encompass his gut. Somehow, he
WAS doing it!
"Fuck," Jim said under his breath.
Pete's eyes were nearly crossing from the strain, and his face was turning red.
His mouth made thick slurping sounds as it worked furiously to engulf this huge
stomach that had an entire man inside it. Jim was astounded -- how could a mouth
open so impossibly wide??
He could feel the man's large teeth pressing firmly, almost painfully, on his belly
and back, then releasing again, then closing, as his jaw worked to eat him up. The
giant's hands had gotten a firm grip around Jim's shoulders as he tried to push him
inside, while at the same time the throat gulped massively, causing considerable
pressure to build on Jim's torso. He was starting to find it difficult to breathe...
He began to squirm again; he tried to grab hold of a nearby tree trunk, but his
fingertips only scraped against the bark. Jim opened his mouth to try to shout --
instead, a loud belch was forced out of his compressed gut.
His belly was now almost all the way inside, and Pete's lips began to slowly contract as they got down closer to Jim's chest.
"Uhhhh... God," Jim gasped. He could see the man's eyes fixed on him, the face
intimately close. Jim summoned what strength he had left and clobbered the giant
over the head.
Pete flinched; he grabbed Jim's arms and folded them up, crossing them over his
chest, pushed up uncomfortably tight just under his chin. Then, holding them in
place, he suddenly stiffened... and the two of them began rising -- he quickly
straightened all the way up so that he was squatting back on his haunches.
Jim saw a large branch get snapped right off a tree as the back of Pete's neck
collided with it. Now that he was vertical, Jim felt his own weight immediately
start to pull him down. He knew it was nearly over now. And there was nothing
he could do about it...
The mouth gaped wide again and Jim dropped suddenly, his chest and arms
slipping inside. The giant pushed with one finger on the top of Jim's head, but it
was hardly necessary. He quickly slid all the way in, and saw daylight get cut off
as Pete closed his mouth behind him. Then the smooth gullet walls all around him
pressed in with a mighty swallow, and he felt himself being propelled downwards.
His thoughts were spinning... He was still finding it hard to accept that this was
really happening to him. I'm going to wake up any second now, he thought desperately.
He was entering the giant's stomach, peristalsis forcing him into a crouching
position (though having Charlie's mass in his belly made this somewhat difficult).
Jim could tell the giant was starting to stand up. He continued to settle inside the
huge man's belly, getting compressed into a ball, his legs folded with knees splayed
widely around his own bloated gut like the Buddha. The sphincter to the stomach
was closing; he could feel the puckered edges sliding across the back of his shaved
head, scraping the stubble, pushing him the last few inches in...
He'd been completely swallowed. Jim tried to fight down another wave of panic.
He decided he would try to resist struggling as long as he could. He knew how
pleasing a sensation it was to have that feeling in his own gut, and he certainly
didn't want to give any of that to Pete. The bastard!
He was growing dizzy. How much longer could he hold his breath? As if it
mattered.
Somehow, Jim was no longer afraid. In fact, he started to see the whole situation
in a new light...
He realized with a strange calmness that, in a way, this actually seemed like an
appropriate fate for him -- and he resigned himself to it.
A phrase suddenly came to his mind, and he almost felt like laughing: Survival of
the Fittest. Jim had thought himself unstoppable, swallowing one man after another,
each bigger than the last, not knowing where or how it would end, if ever.
But now the predator had become the prey.
He didn't know where this giant had come from. Could there be more? Was
there an even bigger one out there somewhere waiting for Pete? He doubted it.
Somehow, he knew: This guy was the ultimate eating machine that he'd believed
himself to be. He was the top of the food chain.
Jim thought he could feel hands gently rubbing the belly that contained him. I'm
gonna just get this over with, he decided, and exhaled all the air from his lungs.
Above him, he felt the huge man release a long, roaring belch, and the slimy walls
of the stomach closed in around him.
He only hoped that he would pass out before the digestive juices started to flow...
Jim found himself wondering if 460 pounds of meat would be enough to satisfy
Pete. Actually, he was kinda fascinated by what the guy had done. Swallowed a
man within a man -- fucking incredible! He thought, how can I not respect that?
Jim smiled. He knew that if he could've done it himself, given the ability and the
opportunity, he would have.
And so he couldn't really hate the man for it...
Could he?