Inside Out
By: Semibu
He leaves the house and takes on the morning rush. He crosses the main street and wonders
by the restaurant where, on Thursday, he filled his stomach with roast lamb, duchess
potatoes, carrots and peas. Next the burger bar where he treated his digestive tract to a big
one with extra cheese and large fries. Now it's the bar where, on a regular basis, he washes
his guts through with beer and chasers. Oh, and that's the City Breakfast Café where he often
treats his ever-ready belly to bacon, eggs and black coffee. Isn't it amazing what the human
stomach can deal with? Throw anything down that gullet and it'll churn it up, send it through
and 'shit happens!'
He's a handsome, fit young guy with a healthy appetite. Ordinarily, you wouldn't bother
thinking about the tons of meat, vegetables, fruit, beer and coffee his stomach has handle
over the years. But today is disturbingly different. The reason he's walking right by the City
Breakfast Café and continuing on his way to work is that he isn't really hungry at the moment.
His magnificent stomach is already full. Its muscular walls begin to twitch, undulate and
contract around the tasty meal within: You. Just you.
You'd had your sights set on him for so long. Little did you know how much he wanted you!
What did you think he was doing when he started licking your face? Whatever rushed through
your tiny imagination as that soft, slippery tongue pressed against your lips and chin, you
were wrong. What beautiful teeth. What a spectacularly vast throat – have you ever seen a
void so wet and wide and deep and dark? Have you ever felt so much gentle flesh pressing
against so much of your body at one time? Wow, that sudden spasm. You didn't know
whether to cry for help or beg for more. What was that noise you made as his tender lips
advanced over your excited torso? Whatever it was, it was soon muffled and lost to an all-
caressing swallow. He gulped once. He gulped twice. Suddenly you had become no more
important to him than a cheeseburger. The only difference being that you pleasured him with
your helpless struggles. Perhaps that's why he hasn't digested you… yet! He had already
popped a pill to delay your demise. Nice guy, eh?
Maybe he likes your occasional wriggling. It's been a long night. Prepare yourself for a long
day at the office – in his stomach. Stinks, doesn't it. At least you're used to it now. It's hot,
dark, tight and slimy. Just wait until that appetite suppressant wears off and those juices start
flowing and those muscles begin grinding. Then you'll know what stink is. Then you'll know
what tight is. But then, perhaps you won't have to wait that long before he snuffs you out. He
could always belch away your precious air supply, what's left of it. Imagine your life hanging
on a belch!
Let's face it you can't have much longer. He had you for supper over ten hours ago. You're
the only food to have slithered down his fabulous gullet since bacon and eggs at the City
Breakfast Café yesterday morning. That fine physique of his, the one you've lusted after for
so long, needs nutrition. Yes, in a strange twist of fate the body you wanted so badly is now
all around you. His flesh, his beating heart, his every breath, that suspicious gurgle from
below – it's all yours. In fact, and this is the amazing thing, much of you will become part of
this gorgeous hunk. As for the rest of you, well, like they say, 'shit happens!' Not that he
intended you to enjoy yourself. What was he said just before he ate you? Oh yes, "You're as
good as shit. Suffer and squirm, sucker!" And suffer and squirm you will.
It's starting. He must be at the office and burning up those calories. He needs you. The
stench is getting intense. He's putting on the squeeze. You're feeling sleepy. Just think, a
room full of people and nobody knows you're there inside him. He's heading for the restroom
– he never did like belching in front of clients. Perhaps you'll think twice next time a guy offers
to 'deep throat' you. Oh, sorry, there won't be a next time!