Inside My Jock Roommate's Gut
By: PilotPMG

**Warning: Homophobic Content*** Hello all. I'm new here to voreplay but LOVE the stories. I thought I'd post my first story (at the recommendation of a member). I have always wanted to be food for a man and wrote this story/fantasy that I've had for years. I went to college in a central Minnesota at an all-male university. My freshman year, I roomed with a homophobic , but totally HOT football player. I dreamt so often of being swallowed whole by him and being digested. I hope you like the story. Feel free to criticize. I want to warn you that I do cover post-digestion details...because we need to be reminded of the final result when we are eaten.

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It was a warm spring evening and the air smelled of damp earth again. Winter was behind us and the campus was a buzz with life and movement. Guys were playing football in the quad and the crew team was back out on the lake, practicing for an upcoming tournament. I had finished a 10 kilometer run on the back roads of the campus and was winding down, trying to get psyched up for tomorrows track meet in St. Cloud. How I loved the spring.

I had just sat down at my desk in the small dorm room, when my roommate Mike Bromler came back from having worked out at the campus gym. He was still a bit out of breath, having run up the four flights of stairs to our room. He closed the door and took off his shirt. His hairless chest was gleaming in sweat. "What's up, Pete?" he asked as he tossed his shirt on the floor. "Not much" I responded as I peeked briefly at his chest. That's when he caught my stare. "You checkin' me out?" he asked, his tone more serious. "Chill out, Mike" I said. "Don't get so fuckin' worked up." "Yeah, you're right, dude. Sorry." He went over to our mini fridge and took out a bottle of beer and opened it. He then went back to his desk and opened a drawer. It looked like he was fumbling with something for a moment but I just continued studying and shrugged it off. It was only a minute when Mike emerged from behind his desk with the beer. "Let's down one together" he said with a smile. I was always a sucker for beer, and agreed.

Together we sat and watched TV while playing a game of backgammon. After about fifteen minutes I started feeling woozy. Mike looked up at me from his cards and smiled with a wink, then looked back at his cards. As the minutes ticked by, I felt increasingly "buzzed." I attempted to get up, but Mike stood up and pushed me back into the couch. "Just relax, buddy" he said as he went to the door and locked it. "What's going on, Mike?" I asked a bit nervously. He turned on the stereo and turned up the volume, cranking out Van Halen's hit "Running with the Devil." Mike sat back down and leaned over to me. He suddenly looked even larger than I had ever remembered him to be. "No one will be able to hear you now" he said with a sneer. His face was briefly contorted in an almost evil stance. It was then that I realized that I was shrinking in size. I was virtually swimming in my clothes. Mike grabbed me with his mighty hands around my torso and pulled me out of my sweatshirt and pants. In a matter of minutes, I had been reduced to the size of a small poodle or chihuahua. Mike now held me in both hands and stood up pacing the room. "I always knew you were a fag" he said as he looked at me. "I slipped an experimental drug into your beer. It shrinks things." I tried desperately to free myself from his hold, but I was no match.

"I've got to move quickly" he told me. "I'm fucking toast if I ever get caught." He dropped back down on the couch and held me with both hands, resting me on his cock. He towered above me and only wore his black athletic shorts. "I hate fags" he said as he looked down at me. "Fags are nothin' but shit, and that's what I'm going to make of you!" Before I could attempt to scream above the music, he lifted me to his open mouth and inserted my two legs into his massive jaw. In a calculated bite, he severed my two legs at the knees. I shrieked in delerious pain as he kept his lips sealed around my body, sucking in my spurting blood, so as not to spill any on the floor. Surely the campus security guards would be investigating the missing student in the coming days. It was critical that no evidence was left.

Mike chewed the raw flesh and bone ravenously while still covering my bleeding wound with his hungry jock mouth. "Stop Mike!" I screamed, now a bit weakened by the loss of blood. He gulped down what was once my two lower legs. He then advanced my torso further into his mouth and bit down again, severing my legs and dick at the base of my torso. I screamed out again, and almost passed out. The hulking jock chewed his meal victoriously and looked down at me with a crazed smile. He cupped my torso in his massive hands and pulled me away from his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. Then he swallowed again. "I always have wanted to try some fag meat for lunch" he said as he wiped a dripple of blood from his chin. "Man" he added. "This meal is giving me a fucking hard on! Look!" He then lowered me down to his groin. I could see his cock tented underneath his black shorts. His cock was now about the same size I was, now that half my body had been devoured by this cruel young man. I looked past his cock and saw his muscular legs spread open in a "V" shape outward and away from me. Mike dropped me further down his groin and let out a loud fart. "Just a little reminder where you're headed." he said. "This jock's gonna shit this fag meat out tomorrow down the hall." At that I was raised upward back to Mikes opening mouth. He clamped down around my left arm and severed it at my shoulder. I had lost so much blood by this point, I could no longer scream. Mike lifted himself off the couch as he chewed my flesh and turned down the stereo, knowing that I could no longer scream and be heard. All I heard now was him grunting and snorting. I could hear my bones snapping and hear him grunting like an animal as he swallowed my existence down his throat. "Almost done with you, fucker!" he said as he locked his lips around my right arm. My body was in overdrive from physical shock. I now could only gaze upward as my vision was getting blury and see his jaws working in frenzied overtime. He stopped chewing for a moment and let out a loud belch, then resumed his devouring of my body. "I'm already getting full" he said as he laid back completely on the couch. "But I can't quit now. I've almost got you completely in my gut. I can feel my stomach working on your meat, breaking it down." He let out a fart. "Worthless fucker!" he said as he swallowed the last of my arm. "And now the hard part. I'm going to swallow what's left of you down, so you can contemplate your fate as you die!" He brought me up to his mouth and opened wide. In I went, headfirst. His tounge was wet and hot and his mouth was dark. His throat opened as he shoved my torso in. He gagged momentarily but kept shoving me downward. He had reduced my size enough by having eaten my limbs, that he could finish me off with one last mighty gulp. His mouth closed, throat opened, and in only a few moments, I had been deposited in his dark, churning stomach.

In the darkness of his stomach I felt the acids going to work on me. The movement was subtle, but I could feel the flesh around me that was once my athletic body, being pulverized and attacked by Mikes jock juices. I was near death now, knowing that my meat was beginning it's journey through his insides, giving him nourishment. Whatever part of me that wasn't going to be absorbed was going to slide out Mikes asshole the next morning. That fucker was going to enjoy shitting me out! I was angry...mad as hell that he was going to get away with this.

Mike cleaned up the room and unlocked the door. He grabbed a towel and made his way down the hall to the showers. He found a stall, hung his towel and removed his shorts.

In silence he stood under the hot water, lathering his body. He ran the bar of soap over his gut. Inside, I was barely still alive, I could sense that he was moving. I could feel his hand rub his midsection. Gurgling sounds were all around me, and I could also hear the beating of his heart and air filling his lungs. This jock temple had taken me in completely.

I was barely alive in Mikes stomach, as there was no oxygen. But I was still able to hold on to my last thread of mortal breath. A few hours later that night, my remains were now deep into this digestive track. I was being funneled slowly by the intestines. Finger-like tentacle were stroking my pulverized mushy meat, taking proteins and enzymes. I suddenly sensed movement and rocking from my captor, almost a thrusting type motion. It was slow and constant. The heart rate was picking up and breathing was increasing. "Is he fucking someone?" I was thinking to myself. "That bastard just kills me outright, devours me, and then goes on to fuck some girl who has no idea what he's done? The bastard!" I am powerless to do anything. I am only meat now, digesting in this jocks gut as he is about to pump his load of jism into some girls pussy. I can hear him saying something and grunting, but I can't make out the words. It's all garbled sounds I hear: gurgling in his gut, breathing, muffled speaking and a racing heart. I'm definately at the center of the action!

I notice that his body has ceased moving and the heart rate has slowed. The breathing is more rythmic and slow. Sleep has overcome my giant. I am still moving slowly along his guts. "What's that?" I ask myself. "I think I just caught a whiff of bile." "Damn it" I think to myself. "I know what that means. I'm starting to turn into shit, now!" The hours progress, and the odor of solid waste is getting stronger. Now I'm feeling more compacted. I can literally feel the walls of this larger cavity, pulsating around me, compacting solid waste against me. I must be in the colon, I figure. Just a bit past me I hear the muffled sound of air leaving his lower extremities. "It probably won't be long now" I think to myself. "It's gotta be near dawn, which means he'll be waking up soon...and that means his morning dump, which will be me!"

As the sun came up, Mike was slowly roused out of sleep in his sheets. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Sheila had left earlier in the night and he was all alone now. He spread his muscular legs apart and let out a fart. His ass was so fucking full that his shit contractions were really starting to kick in. Mike got out of bed and put on his boxers. He opened his dorm room door and made his way to the bathroom.

Inside my jock master, I can sense that he is awake and must be walking. I have a feeling this is going to be the end of the line, literally. I am encased in shit and can't move. I feel a thud as Mike drops his shorts and parks his jock ass on the cold, hard seat of the toilet. For a moment it's quiet and still. "Maybe he's sitting and reading?" I think. The stink of shit around me is horrible, but what can I do? Suddenly, I sense myself moving doward. I hear air rushing around me as I am moving fast now.

Mike spread his legs wider and leaned forward. "Time to shit this fag out" he thought to himself as he sat motionless on the seat. He felt the final contraction begin which began moving the log of shit toward his opening pucker. "Yeah" he sighed as he grunted a bit and enjoyed the victorious feel as his shit fell quickly with simultaneous bubbling farts out his hole. The shit was coming fast, plumeting inch after inch and now foot after foot out his stink hole.

I was falling out his anus now! This was where I got off the ride. I dropped into the water and looked upward to see his open pucker, dropping more shit on top of me. The looming white ass was perfect. I had just been dropped out the ass of my 19 year old jock-roommate! The last bit of shit fell from his darkened hole as his dick let loose a hot stream of piss. His hole looked down at me and flexed once, then twice, and then a third time. Now I was cold in this putrid water. There was shit and piss all around me and this dirty ass hanging just above me. I lived my whole life for this? To become a jocks dump?

Mike reached for the toilet paper and wiped his shit hole. He looked at the paper of darkened, befouled offal. "That's what you deserve!" he said as he dropped it into the bowl. He wiped again and then again, until the paper was clean. He arose from the seat and looked into the bowl.

There he was, towering over my remains looking down at me. He looks so smug! He's about to flush me from sight and get away with this. "You fucker!" I try to scream out to him from beyond. Mike shakes his head and smiles as he reaches for the toilet handle. The water erupts into a tidal wave of shit and paper. And I am gone in an instant. Much like having been swallowed down his hungry throat, I am now swallowed down the cold pipes of the dorm building and into the sewer, where my remains will finally rest in peace.

The End