Meet Pi!
By: AKickInside and Pi

My fantasy of being swallowed alive, although inevitably terminal, has always been of a smooth and stimulating trip – my mind blanking out what actually happens as I journey through the predator’s guts, and simply fast-forwarding to the flushable end result. After all, being shit is easy. Being turned into shit is the scary part!

Arrogantly, foolishly, I’ve always assumed that any sexy eater would respect my perfect agenda: His breath is fresh, his stomach empty and ready for me and me alone. Tenderly, he overwhelms me, sending me down firmly but gently – A peaceful demise.

I plucked up the courage to message my wishes to Pi-Zero, an Alpha Predator of the highest order. I guessed he’d understand and oblige me. His initial reply was everything I ‘wanted’ to hear:

PI-ZERO: “Would I swallow you whole and alive? Would I grin wickedly as I opened my mouth and watched your face as you realize that it was all for real, and that hot and slimy passageway not only COULD, but soon WOULD grab you and pull you in, and suck you down making you all mine? Do I want to feel you struggling in my gut, filling me up as I slowly belched out the last of your air? Would I flex my abs just to feel you squirm. Would I laugh as I felt my body absorb what it wanted from you to make me stronger? Would I laugh even more as I felt you finally get to stretch that ass you admired so much, but only because you were a big brown log sliding out to be flushed away? Would I? In a heartbeat!”

KICKS: “Oh man, that's got me! I'm not sure which part of this is the hottest. Your reaction to my fear as you open up would be a good start. I often wonder what it'd all feel like to really be swallowed by you. Dude, it's so wicked the way you want to feel me struggling inside you. I hate to think what it'll be like for me in your stomach. Yes, it's a fantasy. Yes, I'd be terrified. Yes, I want it. Even if I end up being your shit.”

PI-ZERO: “For you, sliding down my gullet would suck. Incredibly cramped, almost impossible to inhale and anything you DID inhale would be my bad breath. It would all be disgusting and slimy and oppressively hot. My throat alone would be all-crushing as it squashed you down. And once you were in my stomach, it would only be worse. Smells of old digesting food and acids, the source of all that bad breath. Then you feel my stomach walls pouring out vile enzymes to break you down. Then you’ll realize that this wasn't just a fantasy, it wasn't just a dream, it was all real and there is no hope of escape. You really are going to be just a big shit. It’d be great… for me!”

KICKS: “I guess in my fantasy it was going to be a gentle and enjoyable experience. I didn't really think about just how gross the smells would be. The reality of being swallowed is starting to hit me. How long would I survive inside you? Second thoughts, I think I’ve changed my mind. Thanks anyway.”

PI-ZERO: “I believe in full disclosure, so I'll let you know, before I swallow you, exactly what you were about to experience. All the gory details of how you are going to be stuffed and crammed into me, robbed of air and thus suffocated, slowly broken and melted down, digested, and shit back out. How long will you survive? Well, if I swallow air for you... But I've never managed to keep anyone alive long enough to feel them kicking for more than an hour or two – Unpleasant for you. Fun for me! And it’s a little late to change your mind NOW!”

This doesn’t even remotely resemble all that I have dreamed of since childhood. In fact, I wish it would all go away – especially now that Pi-Zero looms tall before me. He’s tracked me down for a quick free lunch. We’re quite alone here. He’s certainly planned things well. I’m given my one and only choice in what is to follow: To undress myself and be swallowed, or be beaten up, stripped forcefully and then swallowed anyway. Despite my usual confident disposition, and ability to handle myself well in any situation, I select option one.

Think of the scariest moment of your life. Now think of my scariest moment: Standing completely naked in front of this hungry carnivore. He’s fully clothed. He’s bigger than me. He’s stronger than me. He’s smarter than me. He’s horny – not that I could even consider engaging in anything sexual with so much fear racing through my mind. But worst of all, he’s going to eat me alive. “Come here.” He beckons. Feeling small, inferior, and terrified, I step up to him. He releases a rank belch into my face, just to remind me that he has complete control over air in, and air out of his stomach. He sniggers.

“Don’t eat me. Please.” My words are feeble and predictable. We both know the outcome of this 1 o’clock liaison. He’s gulping down air. “This has only ever been a fantasy. That’s where it ends. I don’t really want to be swallowed alive. I don’t want to be shit. It’s just a dream thing, Pi.”

"You don't WANT me to swallow you?” He has belched in my face, now he’s laughing in my face. “Listen, there’re a lot of things in life we want that we don’t get. Look at me: I WANT you to be big and muscular – more nutritious. But do I get what I want? No! I’m stuck with a puny runt like you!” He stays cool and calm. “This is the natural order of things. Better, smarter, stronger predators eat weaker, lesser prey. Your place in life has been to live until I want food. Well, I want food, so your purpose is now to be my lunch. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I enjoy MY place in the natural order. Too bad for you that you don't like yours.”

His left hand has slid around my shoulders. His right hand is planted firmly on the back of my head. I am shaking with fear. I’m about to become part of this hungry hunk.

“You will make sure to squirm and fight while you're down there digesting like a good little meal, won't you? Of course you will. Goodbye, worthless little prey.”

Although he moves quickly, events temporarily seem to be in slow motion. Pi-Zero opens his grinning mouth wide, wider, and wider still. Nervously, I peer inside. It’s a vast dripping cave of startling reds, pinks and purples. A sudden blast of bad breath as his tongue surges up from the warm recess of his lower jaw and sprawls down his chin. The hefty palm on the back of my head forces my face into a carpet of slimy taste buds. Oh fuck! Fuck! It’s happening! It’s really happening! My mind is in panic overdrive. My entire body breaks out into a cold sweat. My clumsy knees buckle and bend. His un-brushed teeth clench around my throat, digging in hard as I kneel. Now he forces his maw down over my shoulders and beyond. I can hear myself whimpering.

He loosens his gullet. A stray pocket of stinking stomach gas wafts up as I stare into a greedy gape. My chest feels his ruthless canines and bicuspids clamping hard. My crown meets with his tonsils and uvula – a soft and welcome contrast. He holds me in position, panting, drooling. I blink, clearing his smooth saliva from my eyes. Light is minimal. I’m staring into the dark hideous shaft of his slippery gullet. As the seconds tick by, I wonder if he really is capable of swallowing me alive and whole. Momentary relief as his teeth release their vice-like grip. But now the nightmare truly begins.

He pushes forward: His massive dripping tongue rasps against my torso and thighs, its tip tormenting my crotch. My head and shoulders are plunged into the eager oesophagus as hungry lips encompass my middle. “No! No! Please, no!” A torrent of slime squelches into my face as he takes his first gulp. “I beg you, don’t eat me!” The once-gentle flesh surrounding me suddenly tightens. An incredible suction draws the wind from my lungs and hauls me in deep: A second crushing swallow, a third, a fourth. He stuffs me in. He devours me. There is no air, just clinging, lubricating mucous. My feet kick farewell to the outside world as his upper stomach valve gives. Space! At last I can inhale. My nostrils and mouth are instantly assaulted by the stench of hydrochloric acid. With a greedy slurp, the rest of my body is squeezed through. My immediate survival hinges on my turning myself around, or be plunged head first into his gastric spa bath and drowned in seconds.

So here I am, lunch, curled up in Pi-Zero’s stomach, drenched in his belly gunk, aching from my claustrophobic descent. Rubber-like walls constrict and manipulate me. This isn’t how it was meant to be! I didn’t envisage the discomfort. I hadn’t imagined the blackness. I ought to have predicted the rank gasses upon which my life now depends. Semi-digested chunks press against me as muscular folds and ridges quiver, flex, and constrict. Any struggling merely stirs up the juices in which I now stew. But the lack of oxygen keeps me writhing in terror. Suddenly my oppressive surroundings convulse. Pi-Zero belches away my lifeline. The puke rises. I’m completely immersed. I have but seconds to live unless… Mercifully, Pi-Zero swallows down a ration of air, forcing the steaming surface to fall. I do my best to clear my nostrils and mouth before breathing in. I choke and splutter.

There is no respite. My crushing confines churn constantly, and are everything he said they would be: “Disgusting and slimy and oppressively hot.” There is nothing I can do but listen to his lungs enjoying fresh air, count the beats of his thunderous heart, and await suffocation. But he’s delaying my execution until I have had time enough to reflect on his words: “Then you feel my stomach walls pouring out vile enzymes to break you down. Then you’ll realize that this wasn't just a fantasy, it wasn't just a dream, it was all real and there is no hope of escape. You really are going to be just a big shit.”

As his stomach tightens around me, so the burning acids inch upward. I wriggle and writhe – then another convulsion, another roaring burp, the puke rises and covers me again. I’m holding my breath, and holding my breath, and holding my breath… He swallows down my passport to a few extra minutes of misery. But I can’t seem to properly clear my nostrils and mouth. My eyes are stinging. My ears are clogged. Every inch of my skin is hurting. I begin to thrash in panic. I can sense his pleasure and satisfaction as I suffer and squirm deep inside him. He knows I want to die, but he sustains me, just long enough to imagine myself sliding out of his ass as shit.

Belch!

The End