A Soldier's Meal
By: PilotPMG

Author's forward: Be it known, that I have the utmost respect for Marines and the people in our military. I hope this story isn't too winded and political. I tried to keep that to a minimum. I just think it's a bit scary to think of what the government could do if they were able to have this kind of technology. Hope you like it!

Rob was well known throughout Duluth, MN as a liberal democrat. He was involved in both the homeless and wider communities, was active at his church, and ran a successful liberal/left-leaning political book store in downtown near the harbor. He was also a very vocal opponent of the war in Iraq. He had organized many protests throughout the region and demanded that the current Administration be responsible for this brutal war for greed and oil. Little did he know that the government had plans for people like him.

It was a warm summer evening and he had had a very successful day at the bookstore. He was looking forward to tomorrow when he would debut a long awaited novel that discussed the atrocities committed by the US government. As Rob stepped out onto the street to lock up his shop, he was approached by a young man wearing a US Marines uniform. He was buffed, like most Marines are. The soldier smiled and extended his hand. "Are you Robert Murphy?" he asked. The store owner smiled and shook the young man's hand. "Why yes." The Marine introduced himself as Colt Wainwright. He went on to compliment Rob on his activism against the war and the demands of accountability to the Administration. "Some of us aren't in a position to speak up, sir" Colt said as he looked down at his polished black shoes. "We understand that you're not against the troops, but against us having to go to Iraq." Colt looked up into Rob's face and looked him sqaurely in the eyes. "Are you free to grab a late bite?" he asked. Rob was a bit taken back by the question, but was flattered. "I suppose I am. It's almost 9PM." The marine smiled again. "Why don't we drive out to Two Harbors. I know a great restaurant there on the waterfront that stays open late." Rob noticed that the young man seemed slightly nervous. Colt ran his right hand through his short blonde hair. "I've got my Ford F-250 just around the corner."

Rob rubbed his chin for a moment. Despite the nervous air, he sensed he could trust the soldier. "Allight" he sighed. "Lead the way!"

The two men made their way to a large forest green Ford F-250 pickup a half block away. The back windows were emblazened with Marine Corp decals. Colt opened the passenger side door for Rob, then made his way to the other side of the vehicle and got in. As the truck pulled away from the curb, he nervously talked about his first tour in Iraq and that he was getting ready to leave in a month for yet a second tour. Rob listened intently, occasionally staring out the window over the sweeping views of the city and Lake Superior. The sun was starting to set in the west. They had no sooner left the city limits, heading up the lake shore to Two Harbors, when suddenly Rob felt a sharp prick in his neck. "What the fuck!" he yelped as he sat bolt upright. He put his hand to his neck and looked at the soldier. Colt stared coldly into his eyes. "Sorry, dude" he said flatly. "A soldier has his orders to follow and I'm just carrying them out." He was holding a syringe in his right hand. He quickly tossed it to the floor and made a turn back to town. "Where are you taking me?" asked Rob somewhat out of breath. He was feeling a bit lightheaded and flushed. "I'm taking you to the commander up at the Reserve base at the airfield" the marine replied. "Let's just say you're a crucial part of a government experiment that's being conducted. You and I are both guinea pigs." He smiled and accelerated the truck up through the hills of town toward the airport. "Why are you doing...doing this?" Rob stammered. He now began to slump against the side of the door. But before he could hear Colt's reply, he blacked out.

"Ah, he's coming to" Rob could hear someone saying. He was able to open his eyes and noticed Colt standing next to him, along with three other men dressed in fatigues. The tallest of the other three men, Colt's commander, stood up and approached the nervous man, seated on a wooden chair. He circled him slowly, looking him up and down. "I'd say you must weigh around 160lbs. Am I right?" he said with a wry smile. Rob was sweating a bit now. "Am I being recruited? Is that how desperate the government is now to fill it's quota-" But before he could finish his question, the Marine commader planted his left fist square into the startled man's face. "Shut up and answer the question!" He hollered. Rob had crumpled to the floor and was bleeding from his lip. He was out of breath and spit a bit of blood on the floor. "Yes sir" was all he said. "Get him up" the commander ordered. Colt lifted the terrified man to his feet. The commader proceeded, "Take him to your private barricks and get him ready." Colt nodded as his orders were given. "You will look after him during the remainder of the night. Tomorrow at lunch you may take possession of him." The buffed marine nodded and smiled and subconciously rubbed his stomach. The commander continued, "Your biggest assignment is to keep him in isolation and see that the injections transforms him as desired. Be sure to also dehumanize him. Make him understand why he is here." He stopped and looked down at the trembling captive man. He grabbed Rob by the chin and looked him in the eye. "You're about the 50th guinea pig we've brought through here" he said smugly. "You just got to be too outspoken about the war, so we had to do something." Rob looked puzzled. "You still don't get it, huh?" the man asked. "Let me elaborate." He circled Rob again. "You lost your rights as a citizen the moment that needle went into your neck. You've been brought here to serve this fine soldier." He stopped and looked at the helpless young man, looking for a reaction of some kind. Then he continued, "Literally! Sometime midday tomorrow, Colt here is going to swallow you down for lunch. You see, you are now part of a government program that tests the effects of shrinking the human frame for consumption as a food source." Rob stammered in utter amazement. "That's impossible!" he cried out. "I can't be shrunk, let alone eaten!" The men in the room laughed. "Silence!" the commander thundered. He turned back to Rob. "We've succeeded in this many times over. There is a growing global food crisis and you are helping us find the answer." He began to pace again. "You no longer have a name. You're just meat for Colt to consume. After he swallows you down and begins to digest you, we'll run tests on his physical and sexual abilities. We're finding that these marines who knowingly have eaten our shrunken subjects are more alert, sexually aroused, and better fighters. I've probably downed about five different test subjects myself over the last year. All were digested and shitted properly. Man, they each gave me one hell of a hard-on that lasted a week!" He stopped and sighed deeply. "Well, that's pretty much it. If you don't have any questions, I think we'll give you the last shrinking injection." Rob began to weep and shook uncontrollaby. "That's right! You're just meat, destined for a soldiers stomach! Mine!" Colt chimed in. He continued to taunt the shaken man. "In fact, I think I'll enjoy shitting you out my ass as much as I will swallowing you whole down into my gut" Rob, by now was hystercial, sobbing and trembling. Colt crouched in his fatigues and held the man down while the commander injected the solution directly into Rob's jugular vein. It was done. "Take him away!" the commander thundered as he arose to his feet.

Rob was led down another hall and into Colt's private barricks. He was now feeling dizzier and sleepy. The potion was kicking in. Colt pushed his captive forward and led him to the bathroom where he was stripped of his clothes and forced into a cage with fine wire meshing, so as not to escape. He sat cold and trembling in the kennel. "What am I?" Rob hollered in anger. "Some kind of animal?!!" Colt shook his head. "Just food for me to eat, buddy. You'll make this marine stronger. You should be proud." He shut off the bathroom light and headed to bed, leavin his captive to cry himself to sleep.

Early the next morning, Rob awoke to sunlight flooding into the small room. He was quite hungry. But there would be no breakfast served this day. Colt had now awoken also. He lifted his naked, buffed frame out of his bed, stretched, and put on a pair of boxers. He made his way down the hallway and entered the bathroom to check on his "meat", who had now completely shrunk in size during the overnight hours. "Fuckin' lunch." he said as he spit in the sink. He scratched his massive pecks and adjusted his crotch. "Fuckin' can't wait to eat you up and get your meat in my gut!" he taunted. Rob couldn't help but be terrified. Colt was now transformed into a rippled and muscled giant, towering over him. "Know what?" the great man asked. "I think I have to take my morning shit." Rob's eyes grew even wider with fear as Colt dropped his shorts, exposing his beefy white ass. His cheeks were manly perfection on Earth. "Take a good look" Colt said as he parted his cheeks, exposing his sticky, unshowered hole. "This is where you're going to end up tomorrow morning about this same time" He slowly lowered his ass on the edge of the seat. Tears streamed from the young man's eyes. Colt leaned forward a bit, raising his hole slightly. He blew a thunderous fart that thundered through the room. Then his hole dilated open slowly. A large log of shit pushed it's way out of his hole and splashed into the water. Then a massive explosion of waste thundered out, spraying the back of the bowl. "Fuck that felt good!" he hollered as he flexed his hole. "Now you're going to fuckin' wipe my ass, meat!" Before Rob could shriek out, Colt's mighty hand opened the cage and picked the small man up. He shifted his weight on the toilet seat and brought the man to his befouled pucker. Rob was just inches from the gaping brown smeared hole that foretold of his fate. Colt hesitated and brought Rob away from the stink and set him back on the cold floor. "I better not" he said as he grunted out one last small chunk. "I am afterall going to eat you in a couple of hours. That wouldn't be too sanitary, would it?" He broke out into laughter as he reached for the toilet paper to wipe his wet hole. The towering stud finished cleaning his end and flushed the waste from sight. He crouched down and picked up Rob, who was now the size and length of a human hand. "I'll be back in a couple of hours" he said as he put the tiny man into the cage. "You and I have a lunch date!" He laughed as he left the room.

Colt spent his morning hours at the gym on the base. This particular day he benched to work his chest, and also did some squats to keep his legs strong and toned. By noon, he was feeling hungry. It was time.

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Colt entered the bathroom and opened the cage for the final time. Rob pleaded for freedom as he was harshly grabbed by the towering man. "You can't do this!" he cried out, looking up at the blonde soldiers square jaw. Colt looked down and smiled as he made his way to the kitchen. "I can and I will" he grunted. "Now set a good example for this marine and cooperate!" Rob tried to kick himself free, but Colt tightened his grip, nearly squeezing the air out of the tiny man's lungs. The hungry soldier laid his "meat" on the plate and quickly tied the ankles in fine twine. The he did the same with his meal's wrists, tying them together behind the back. Rob was weeping bitterly, now face up on the plate. Colt licked his lips and brought a bowl of steeming carrots and bread to the table. "Fuckin' hungry" he said as he kicked one of his legs over the top of the chair and parked his ass on the seat. Colt watched in comotose terror as the the shirtless young giant shoved mouthfuls of steamed carrots into his mouth. His jaws were an efficient crushing tool. He snorted and moaned as he scarfed down the food, ocassionally eyeing the meat on his plate. Colt stopped momentarily and let out a loud burp. "Yeah" he sighed. "Now for the main course!"

Rob shrieked out as Colt picked him up off the plate and brought him to his open mouth head first. He stopped and looked at his meal one last time in the eye. "Sorry it had to be this way dude" he said as he leaned off the seat slightly and farted. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow morning in the bathroom." At that he slid the man into his open mouth. Rob screamed out hysterically as the ceiling of the kitchen disappeared and now could only see the pink, wet insides of the soldier's mouth. The tounge of the great man carressed Robs back. It was warm and almost soothing. The small man stopped screaming, but was still numb with fear. The rows of teeth were all around him as he was pushed farther and farther to the back of the darkening mouth. "God no!" His head started to incline downward into the open chasm of Colt's throat. The muscles in the mouth convulsed rythmically, drawing the meat farther in. Colt looked down at the legs that were protruding from his lips. He grunted as he pushed them farther in. Rob could barely breath now as he slid farther down into the black esophogas. Now there was no light at all, but only hot, damp darkness. The walls of the tube pushed him downward, quickly and efficiently. The man moaned with terror as he had no room to scream. The shaft continued drawing him down, until finally his head was pushed through a tight orifice. Rob sputtered and gagged on the smells of stomach acid and vomit. "Fuck no!" he cried out into the chamber. "This can't be happening!" The rest of his body fell with a plop into the chamber and laid in the acidified, softening mush of chewed carrots and bread. In complete darkness, he could feel the walls of the stomach secreting juices to break his body down. "I'm going to die in here" Rob thought. "These are my final moments. I'm fucking inside a soldier's stomach. I have been eaten by a man! His food!" He broke out in cries again, but stopped upon feeling movement. Colt had arisen from his place at the table and was getting ready to take a shower. He had made his way back to the bathroom and dropped his shorts and entered the shower stall. As the buffed stud lathered his body in soap, he thought of the sacrifice that Rob had made for him. On the other side of his six pack abs, Rob was fighting his own battle for survival, as there was no oxygen to breathe.

"This is it" Rob choked as he could feel his skin burning on all sides. "I can't breathe and I'm about to die." He could hear and feel the stinky mush of food slowly exiting the chamber into the small intestines. "Shit, I'm next to go..." he thought. He was almost at the point of passing out. "Colt was right. I'm going.....going to be reduced....to....fuck to his shi......" At that moment, Rob fell unconcious. His now relaxed body sunk deeper into the acids.

Colt spent the afternoon undergoing stringent testing. He was forced to run six miles, swim for an hour, and ride ten miles on a bicycle. All three physical tests were done in record time. Colt had never felt better in his life. He knew that his body was drawing strength from the special meal he had consumed earlier. And he was also horny as hell. Tomorrow he would have to find some "action." But after the tests were completed, he returned home, showered and relaxed. He finally headed to bed around 10PM and was out like a light. The buffed and exhausted marine slept in silence. Only the sounds of snoring and an occasional fart broke the night stillness.

By the time the sun arose, Rob's remains had run it's course. The meat had been digested and what was left was soon to be discarded into Colt's latrine. He awoke with an erection and ran his hand under the sheets to feel his bulbing cock. He thought of Rob again and what it must have been like to be swallowed down a guys throat. "Too bad you ended up the way you did" he muttered to himself as he felt his stomach and lower gut. He could feel a heaviness in his ass. The meat arrived at journey's end in the hulking stud and it was time to shit what was left of the man out his ass. Colt got out of bed and made his way to the same bathroom that had housed his captive. He squatted on the can and released his load. His shit shot out his hole with the force of a cannon. "Ah" he sighed. "In true military fashion." He grunted a bit more, pushing three more logs out of his hairy pucker. After a few moments he reached for the toilet paper. He cleaned his ass, stood up and looked into the bowl full of waste. "You served your countryman well" he said as he saluted the befouled mess. With that he flushed the waste from sight and opened the bathroom door. Another day of stringent testing was awaiting him.

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Authors note: As a socially-liberal democrat, I thought the idea of this story would be a bit frightening. To think that our own government might "take out" it's own citizens who disagree with their objectives-is a bit scary. Could this happen someday? Just where do all those "missing people" go?

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