Jess and Allen
By: MaLn

No! This can't really be happening! I've waited so long for this! It's been about 8 years in the making, and it's finally happening! It all seems so unreal. I can't explain how I got here, or why I'm suddenly 3 inches tall, but who cares? I'm about to take a 1-way trip through Jess.

See, I met Jess in high school. I was still coming out of that really awkward pubertal stage where my appearance made it hard for me to make friends. So you can imagine my delight when this fairly popular *cute* guy even noticed me, much less treated me kindly. Now, we didn't really hit it off as chums till our senior year after the summer we both turned 18 (what a trip that was!), but I've always had my eye on him.

One of the things that really attracted me to him was that he wasn't afraid to be a guy, you know? I'd always felt inadequate around other guys – like I didn’t measure up, but with Jess, it was different; I… admired him. Of course, that admiration gradually turned to fascination, and wouldn't you know it, I found myself daydreaming about his solid physique. He's not really what you'd call an Abercrombie model, but after a while, I'd watch him as he did seemingly normal things.

He'd bend over to tie his shoe - I'd... well, you know. He'd clear his throat to speak, I'd lose track of what he was saying to picture the inner workings of his manly gullet making noise. He'd eat and - whoa! For some reason, imagining the food lolling around in his saliva-moistened mouth, being shoved deftly to the back of his mouth by his strong yet soft tongue, his greedy throat opening to accept the meal... And all the while, he was unaware of all that was going on. To him, it was just daily life, something he just - did.

See that was it. He had overpowered his pizza, put it in its place and was about to subject it to the most unspeakable transformation, and didn't think anything of it. To have that confidence, that power and not even stop and think about it- well, let's just say I wanted him. And not just sexually, I wanted him to want me, to need me, to enjoy me.

Anyway, here I was, standing in his bedroom, hardly bigger than a human thumb and Jess was looking down at me. His room wasn't exactly neat - well, to be honest, it's a pigsty, but for some reason, I felt glued to the spot. Even though there was junk all over his floor - a bag of CDs here, a worn tennis shoe there, a pile of laundry right behind me... If only I could have dived into his dirty boxer shorts, maybe I could get hide away-NO! What was I thinking? This is what I wanted. This is what I've wanted for several years.

I was about to experience what countless breakfasts have experienced before; I was going into that gorgeous mouth and not coming out. Not right away at least...

Jess was sitting bolt upright in his bed, his bed sheet bunched haphazardly over his waist to conceal a morning erection. He sleeps in the nude - again, no shame. As I sized up his formidable body imagining how it was going to feel – finally being worked over in his mouth tossed around by his tongue, disappearing into his gaping sexy gullet (man, I was getting hard)… he spotted me, still blinking sleep out of his eyes. Oh no! Was he going to think I was spying on him in his sleep? Was he going to think of me as some kind of perv? (Well of course I am, but I've done a good job concealing all my feelings – attractions and fetishes - from him these past 8 years.) Calm down, Allen, I told myself it doesn't even matter if he thinks your private obsession is disgusting - he's going to eat you anyway. But just how do I know that for a fact, and how did I even get here?

Feeling caught - like an animal in a hunter's sights, I slowly brought my eyes up to his. They were a dark brown, deeper than the darkest forest, holding just as many secrets. Only a couple of shades lighter than his black pupils, the brown sent a sickening desire-tinged dread through me. This time tomorrow, I'm going to be that color, only nowhere near his eyes. I'll be sliding out his firm, yet plump ass smearing that dark brown stain all over his anus and the inside of his toilet bowl.

"What are you doing in here, Allen," he accused, like he already knows the answer and didn't like it. My face burned a bright red and I tasted hot copper in my mouth. Why was I ashamed? I didn't even know how I got in here. He sniffs to wake up his nostrils and turned his body to face mine. His giant feet landed on the floor with an earth-shattering rumble, nearly knocking me off my feet. Yet courageously, I stood my ground. I broke the not-unkind stare and looked at his feet. Oh, they're so beautiful! Plump, perfectly formed toes jut out from his soles, wiggling with their own life to wake up from a long night's sleep.

He bent slightly back and stretches his arms out yawning exposing his thick dark black armpit hair. With one hand he rubbed his face - removing any more sleep from his eyes and then scratched his buzz cut jet black hair while issuing a sigh and moan at the same time. He's so beautiful.

Dammit. Spending all this time watching him wake up getting his body in motion, I could have been running away. Sure, while Jess was still disoriented from waking up, I might have had a chance. Now that he'd aroused his body from sleep and sharpened his senses, I had no chance of leaving this room outside his warm wet stomach.

Almost forgetting his nudity he stood up and stretched again, his thick cock bouncing to attention. Now, for the first time since I've laid eyes on him, I'm seeing Jess naked, and I like what I see. A figure of physical human perfection, Jess stands like a titan at the dawn of the world. Maybe it won't be so bad nourishing that body. Eyeing him up and down- because I can't help myself, I realized how infinitesimal my chances were - not that I really wanted to escape anymore. I waited for him to finish stretching and look back down at me. His move.

But he didn't make the first move. His stomach did. Grumble "Man, I'm hungry." He bent over me eclipsing the sunlight streaming in through his window. Delicately reaching down, he plucked me like a flower from his cluttered bedroom floor. Reminded of the sudden forces involved with riding a roller coaster, my stomach took its time catching up with me. This is it. Damn! what a way to die, my best friend is going to drop me into his mouth, maybe toss me around with his tongue to lubricate me, making me reek of morning breath, and gulp me down never to be seen again (well, until he looks at his soiled toilet paper tomorrow). But, for the time being, I was safe. Again, very carefully, he set me to rest on the bed beside him. Instantly, his powerfully musky smell reached me, and I was overwhelmed. Unable to stop, I felt myself get even harder than I was before. I also felt his body heat rising out of his bed - caressing me.

Another ominous grumble from his gut, though this one sounded deeper- probably from moving bowels. He looks at me mischievously. "Dude, I'm starving," he said, "but first, I've got some business to take care of. I gotta make room for breakfast. It's time for my morning poop. Don't go anywhere." He said this last part almost challengingly. Yeah right! I'm on his bed - really only 2 and a half feet off the ground, but I might as well be perched over the grand canyon. Jess stood back up, this time showing me his backside for the first time. Man! He had a gorgeous butt! Of course, he'd be using it in a matter of seconds for its natural born purpose. He'll be practicing for when it’s my turn, I realized, shuddering.

He walked the 10 feet to his bathroom, but instead of closing the door, he lifted the lid, turned around, and squated right down on the toilet. In my plain sight. This has also been a fantasy of mine for quite a while. See, eating food is one thing, but p'wning it and making it into a disgusting brown mess not caring about its feelings on the matter –that shows a whole deeper level of dominance. Staring right at me with his dark brown eyes, he furrowed his brow, puckered his lips into a slight frown, contracted his gut and spread his toes in an all-out full-body evacuation procedure. Maintaining this pose for a second or two as his ass pushed out a length of slimy brown shit, he eventually relented and sighed in relief as a deep plop sounded from within the bathroom. Performing the whole scene again, he prepped for a second round as another turd exited his body and splashed into the waiting toilet. After sniffing for a second he put on a face of surprised disgust as if he didn't expect the thick heavy and piercing smell. "Whoo, it smells in here! You know that?" He taunts- Me knowing that I'm supposed to infer that he'll be smelling MY remains tomorrow morning. Pushing one more time, he grunted as a wet fart escaped and another turd got shoved out his anus. Apparently, this one got stuck to his ass hair because there was no distinctive splat sound and Jess made another disgusted face as he kind of danced on the toilet to get the last of his morning dump off his body. At last, he stopped and I heard the plop as his last turd slid off probably leaving a smudge mark down his ass cheek. Now, putting on a devilish grin, he stood up and walked over to me. He didn't even wipe! Reaching for me off the bed, he seized me and carried me back toward the bathroom. Whoa! He was right about the smell; I nearly gagged on it. But at the same time, it was what I had hoped it would be. Heavy and hot and private – something most people would be ashamed of, but I saw no shame in Jess’s face. He was willingly letting me in on his secret life. And there was another smell – darker and more sinister - something else...DEATH. In all my fantasizing about this very scenario, I'd never really considered that Jess would really be putting an end to me as I slid out his end. We reached the pot where Jess had been shitting a minute ago and he set me on the seat. It was still warm from his ass, and a little sweaty as well. I noticed he also left behind some ass lint and hair, but no matter, the main attraction was below. Sure enough, floating in the toilet were two long brown logs. Well, they were mainly brown with occasional splotches of dark green shit mixed in. They were covered in a clear mucous slime that helped ease their way out of his body. They weren't exactly perfect- you could see how their softness had betrayed their shape as they were forced out; they were slightly tapered at one end and chunky at the other while keeping a grimy texture, but they were pretty much exactly what you'd have expected. The third turd had sunk to the bottom of the bowl. It was lighter colored than the other two- almost the color of my dirty blonde hair and it was shorter. This had apparently been the one trapped between his ample butt cheeks; it was clutching some hair from its failed resistance to be put in its place.

The whole sight was at once repulsive and erotic. Here were three bodies that had entered Jess's body by way of his succulent lips, perused his alimentary canal, and had been blown out his tight ass hole. All in all, a very intimate trip. However, one thing that struck me was that they were all very un-alive. If I was going to follow, there wouldn't be a second time, no more time with my family, no other daydreams about Jess. I would be a grimy brown mess, shaped into logs and sent away to the sewer. And that would be the end of it.

I alomst lost my balance and fell on top of his shit as Jess brought his giant head behind me and whispered "like what you see?" I honestly didn't know how to respond. Of course, this whole thing made me horny, but I was beginning to get second thoughts... He continued,” You see, I want you to know EXACTLY what you're going to go through. Sure, it'll be nice bouncing around on my tongue, and even being massaged all the way down my gullet by peristalsis. You might even enjoy splashing down into my stomach, but this"-he pointed into the toilet "is what you're going to look like tomorrow when I poop you out." He carefully wiped the brown smears off his ass as he was saying this. He threw the soiled paper into the toilet; it fell over top of his shit like a tent for smelly brown campers. He lifted me up and set my onto the counter-top as he flushed: being careful that I didn't fall in. (Man, I love how thoughtful this guy could be). Jess washed his hands and after drying them, carried me back to his bed.

His penis was only slightly erect as he set me back down, but it was still an impressive 7 inches long and 3 inches around. Now he laid me across his peach-fuzz belly as he lay down. Propping his head up with one hand - arm crooked at the elbow he got down to business. He said, "You know I've been out of work lately, and I've been struggling to make ends meet. Mom's too busy to buy groceries anymore"(at 22 he still lived at home)"and breakfast is mighty hard to come by. I've got a job interview today, and you know it's bad luck to do business on an empty stomach. Now, I saw the way you were admiring my dump in there..." he pointed to the bathroom-"and I put 2 and 2 together with the way you were sizing me up and down earlier, and, well, the point is, Can I eat you? 'Cause I don't think you'd mind."

Here it was. And he was giving me a choice in the matter. On one hand, I do value my life and part of me really doesn't want to be laid to rest in a watery grave underneath Jess's shitting ass, but on the other hand, I've dreamed...

of this moment for years, I've always wanted to be needed by him, and my body would be doing his an amazing service as I slithered through it. Not to mention the intimate contact I'd face being touched on every inch of my body by Jess's warm wet muscles.

Almost as if to seal the deal, he pouted, and said, "Please" then opened his mouth as wide as was possible and stuck out his tongue so that I could see every square inch of his perfect pink cave. His throat opened up beckoning me enter to my final destruction and for a moment, I almost jumped in. Resisting the temptation, but daring myself to stare into it to further destroy any reservations I had. I admired his gleaming teeth, still a little mossy from not brushing this morning, his tonsils practically bobbed with anticipation, waiting to help me past. His mouth started to water- man, he must really be hungry. He smirked seeing my weakness.

"...Well... okay- but no chewing, I want to make it to your stomach"

"Sure thing dude!” Jess practically yelped with excitement. I could tell he was considering something, and then he blurted out, "Well, I get off on domination and taunting-" he stopped short realizing what he had done?

"Huh?"

Apparently I had heard something he didn't want me to say, although it's not like I could tell anyone considering that if I were to be found at all, it would be as a heaping pile of steaming brown shit somewhere (provided Jess decided to drop trou, squat down and do his business outdoors tomorrow.) Apparently the silliness of a future turd ratting him out had occurred to him, too. He chuckled, "well, not like you'll be telling anybody, right stool-pigeon?"

"HaHa real corny," I said.

"Only if I eat some for lunch," he returned. He saw that this annoyed me- after all, I was doing HIM a favor! He took it further- "You know, I once swallowed a lizard whole and alive, just like I'm going to do to you..." He brought his free hand behind me and swept me closer to his mouth. "Yeah, the little sucker put up one good fight." He licked his lips. "I felt him writhe in my stomach for hours- although, I guess that's because I kept swallowing air for him to breathe."

A look of panic must have swept over me because Jess chuckled evilly. "Oh yeah, but after my stomach acids did their job, there was nothing left to squirm around, except a puddle of dead lizard sauce." A sick feeling of dread washed over me. Apparently this flipped a switch in Jess, because he kept going. "And oh man, did that thing ever give me gas." As if on cue, Jess ripped a fart that rivaled the stink from the bathroom earlier.

This was making me uneasy, plus the overbearing stench of the fart drove me closer to Jess's mouth so that for the first time, I smelled his breath. "Smell that?" he asked. "You're going to smell like my breath in a few seconds, and then you'll smell like this." Jess burped right in my face because, I was of course, standing with knees buckling on his sternum.

"Jess, stop," I pleaded; this was making me uneasy.

"What Allen? that's not the half of it! Once you digest in my stomach, you'll drain to my intestines where bile and pancreas juices will help me siphon away your nutrients." Jess ripped another fart. "Then," he continued, "It’ll be time for my bowels to have you."

The sickness of the scenario grasped me fully and I collapsed feeling sick at my stupid decision. I turned around to see his growing penis throb with delight. I turned back around and met his dark brown eyes. "And you know what happens next! You'll be sludge slowly moving through my colon getting stagnant and dry. And sometime in the middle of the night, you'll get dumped into my rectum where I'll slime you up with goop to get you ready for your front row seat on your ride out my anus."

"JESS!” his dick was rock hard now and every now and then would jerk with a slight shudder.

Jess was relishing this, the sick jerk! "And then, tomorrow morning when I wake up, I'll feel you pushing against my bowels; my body will just be doing its job. I might hold it in a little - feeling you stretch my rectum - allowing some gas to escape - so that it'll feel all the better when I let you slide out. And then I'll go over, sit on the toilet, my anus will pucker, and with slimy popping sounds, you'll poke through. With a grunt, I'll push you out as the excrement you'll be – a thick brown turd squishing out my butt and plopping down as a pile of crap."

"Enough! I don't want to do this anymore," I resolved.

"Oh, it's a little late for that dude- you're inches from my mouth. You're already food. You're just a turd in the making. Ha – you should see the look on your face! I hope you’re ready to be digested and turned into poop!"

"No, Jess!"

But the time for discussion has come and passed. The whole thing happens surreally, like in a dream. I become conscious that I am kicking and flailing as he lifts up his head, picks me up and tosses me in his mouth. Instantly, I am bombarded with sensorial overload as my setting changes. For one, it’s darker, though I can still see- the evil jerk has his mouth open! I see veins pulsing in the back of his mouth in anticipation for the maneuver his throat had practiced many times before. A palate of purples and pinks invites me further into his gullet. As his uvula dances a welcome for me, strands of mucousy saliva hit me. His breath is hot and his tongue is slimy and soft, though it works firmly with the efficiency of a well-maintained machine. The sounds are almost unbearable as the gurgling in his stomach, already prepared to digest me combine with his rough breathing and the slorping sounds of his tongue and palate pushing me toward his throat. The smell is dank and thick with a hint of sour- possibly a mixture of morning breath and stomach gasses. I feel Jess's head tilt back. This must be it! It's actually happening. I hear a deafening “GULP” and realize what’s happened. As he swallows, my senses loose their clarity. It feels like I’m being dragged away.

As I was "leaving" I heard Jess say, "enjoy it while you can" and the last thing I remember was him laughing. Was I passing out? At least I'd have that mercy before I die. No, I'm not losing lucidity, I'm gaining it!

Holy Shit! I sit bolt upright in bed, reclaiming my surroundings. Jess didn't eat me, it was a dream. A damn realistic dream! That's the last time I try mushrooms. It all seemed so real, though. I’ve got a hard-on, but I’m also scared out of my mind. Would I really want that? The part of me exhilarated by the whole ordeal screams YES, YES, YES, but another part isn’t quite sure. Jess had gotten pretty cruel – but it was only a dream after all, not real. As reality came rushing back to me, I couldn't help but feel something had changed in me. About Jess. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I guess I'd have time to sort it all out tomorrow.

The End