Party Animal
By: Undersavage

“Ben!” Eddy let himself into Ben’s apartment and surveyed the rubble from the night before. “Only me, Ben!”

“Hi Ed,” was the groggy response from the bedroom. “Fix yourself a coffee. Oh, and fix one for me. I’ll be right through.”

Eddy made his way across the hallway and into the kitchen. The glasses he’d come to collect were heaped in the sink, along with various bottles, bowls and plates. He rinsed a couple of mugs and filled the kettle, disturbing the delicate pile like a game of crockery Kerplunk. As he waited for the water to boil, he grabbed a smart-looking digital camera resting precariously on the shelf by the oven. Ben staggered in, hair all over the place and greenish complexion.

“Good party?” Eddy grinned.

“The best, man,” replied Ben, not quite managing a return smile. “Shame you were working. I got utterly hammered. God only knows what’s on that camera.” He rubbed his eyes and slumped against the wall while Eddy prepared two cups of instant, one extra strong. “Switch it on and have a look. You’ll have to describe everything, I don’t think I could focus.”

“Nice one of Fiona,” said Eddy, nodding as the camera viewer sprang into life. “How is the girl?”

“Better than me, I bet.”

“Nice one of Fiona’s tits, too.”

“And that’s before she got drunk.” Ben leaned out and picked up his now-full mug. “Mandy got hers out, Tammy got hers out!”

“Tammy doesn’t have any tits,” Eddy remarked as he clicked through the ever-bizarre gallery. “She’s got two aspirins on a plank.”

“Yep. But she got them out anyway.”

“Fuck!” Eddy was transfixed. “Who is that?”

“Who is who?”

“Mr. Big Mouth!” Eddy’s heart fluttered and his penis stirred. “That’s amazing!”

“Oh, that’ll be Callum just after the swallowing challenge.” Ben sipped on his coffee and winced against the heat. “He is insane.” Eddy was all ears as Ben explained. “No party is complete without Callum. He doesn’t even drink!”

“So what’s the swallowing challenge?” Eddy couldn’t take his eyes off the picture.

“It’s when Fiona says she’ll get her tits out if Callum swallows a goldfish.”

“But you don’t have any goldfish.”

“He brought his own. Only it wasn’t a goldfish. It was a nine inch rainbow trout.” Ben shook his head and laughed. “He swallowed it headfirst in one go!”

“Did he hurl?”

“No. How do you throw up a whole rainbow trout backwards?” Ben pause for a moment then added, “Fiona hurled just after she watched him do it. She did make it to the bathroom, though. And then she got her tits out.”

“Is this a before or after shot?” Eddy’s obvious interest was of some amusement to Ben.

“It’s an after shot.” He said, at last managing a smile. “It’s all part of the challenge: He always opens up like that to prove to the room that whatever it was he put in his mouth has disappeared. But quite how he’d hide a fish that size under his tongue, I don’t know.”

“But that’s one hell of a tongue,” Eddy exclaimed as he crossed one foot in front of the other in an effort to disguise the bulge caused by his growing member. He held the camera close to his face. “It’s massive! And you can see right down his throat! I’d like to meet this guy.”

“He’d probably swallow you, too,” Ben sniggered.

“Really? How big is he?” enquired the intrigued friend, slightly concerned that Ben might realise he was toying with the thought of playing through a life-long fantasy with a stranger.

“Callum? Oh, about six foot. So not really big enough to eat a man whole…unless he could persuade him to drink his magic potion.”

“Oh?” Eddy was beginning to suspect that Ben was teasing him. “What potion would that be?”

“He had a little bottle of yellow stuff. He said it was a shrinking drug.” Ben shrugged. “Looked like piss to me. But all he kept going on about is how he wanted to shrink a guy to, say, ten or eleven inches and swallow him alive, just to see what it’s like.”

“Just imagine that!”

“Looks like you are imagining that!” Ben paused as he observed Eddy’s total fascination with Callum’s huge mouth. “The camera’s his. He forgot it last night. Why don’t you drop it round to him?”

“Do you think he’d mind?”

“No. Callum’s cool.” Ben nodded to confirm the idea. “He lives over the corner store next to the fishmonger’s, that’s where he bought the trout. I’m sure he’d like to meet you, too. He loves showing off his talents.”

“Great, Ben. I’ll call back for the glasses tomorrow!”

“Aren’t you going to finish your coffee?” Eddy had already made for the door and was just closing it behind him when Ben added, “Don’t drink any yellow potions or the next time I see you, you might be one of Callum’s world-famous un-flushable turds. Hey!” he hollered, “I’ll keep you in jar for old time sake!” The door slammed.

Eddy was soon ringing on Callum’s doorbell and experiencing a mixture of excitement and fear as footsteps thudded down the stairway. The latched clicked and the door was pulled open. Eddy looked up into a pale, mischievous face with light blue eyes and a broad grin with sparkling teeth, and then glanced over a most perfect topless physique.

“You must be Eddy,” Callum winked. “Come on in, man.” His voice was happy and husky.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Ben just phoned,” Eddy’s stare was held firmly on the young man’s tight rump in their flimsy shorts as he led the way two steps at a time to a most untidy abode. “He said you liked my picture.” Eddy blushed. “That’s cool with me,” Callum smiled. “Take a seat.”

Callum thanked Eddy for returning the camera and placed it on a coffee table. The two sat back on opposite armchairs and began to chat. The conversation flowed with ease. Callum was such an easy guy to be with. Eddy was soon telling his new-found friend of his love of big mouths and how the thought of being swallowed alive turned him on beyond belief. Callum was enthralled and suddenly demonstrated just how wide he could open up. Eddy was momentarily speechless. The handsome dude agreed to let Eddy get up close for a better look.

“Oh, Callum,” he sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this but…” He hesitated.

“But what? Come on. You’ve told me everything else.”

“When I see that throat,” Eddy mumbled, “that fucking huge wet throat, I just want to go down there.”

“For real?” Callum was himself now showing signs of excitement. “I mean, like you really want me to eat you alive?”

“Yeah.” Eddy was once again peering into light blue eyes. They looked back with eagerness and understanding. “That whole tongue thing, and the way your uvula moves, all the reds and pinks and vessels and veins!”

“Wanna drink this?” From nowhere, Callum produced a small bottle of yellow fluid. “It’s my magic shrinking potion. I’ve been working on it for months. I need someone to try it out.”

“Ben said he thought it was piss.” Eddy was beginning to think that his dream would always be a dream. Callum shook the bottle and offered it to his troubled guest.

“What will it do to me?”

“Take you down to about ten inches or so,” Callum said in a serious tone. “I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. But there’s nothing poisonous in there, you’ll be fine. Trust me!”

Callum opened his mouth to full gape and slid out his tongue. As the incredible mound heaved forward, his throat opened and his tonsils quivered. He guessed that the sight of this wondrous expanse would be too much for his curious chum. Eddy bit off the plastic bottle top and swigged the liquid in one go. He then flopped back into his armchair and pondered over the salty aftertaste. The two just sat looking at one another for a while.

“Nothing’s happening,” Eddy grunted. “But thanks for listening. And thanks for playing. May be I should go.”

“Give it a couple of minutes,” Callum suggested reassuringly. “Hey, I’ll go brush my teeth and rinse out for you.” He got up to head to the bathroom. “You don’t want me to have bad breath when I swallow you.” He thought for a second. “But I just remembered, I’m still digesting a rainbow trout I ate last night so it’s gonna stink in there anyhow. You don’t mind if it’s a bit yucky in there, do you?”

Before Eddy had a chance to reply, he was overcome by a feeling of nausea, then dizziness, then numbness. This was soon replaced by a feeling of enormous well-being. Callum lurched over and knelt beside him. He watched with delight as Eddy began to wriggle in his chair and, at last, began to reduce in size.

“Callum, I think it’s kicking in!”

“Yeah!” he smiled. “Cool!”

“So it wasn’t piss after all!” Eddy was elated.

“Actually,” Callum laughed, “most of it was piss. I just wanted to see someone drink it! The rest, though, that’s special!” Eddy didn’t seem to mind. Every passing minute saw him reducing by six inches or so. He seemed oblivious to Callum helping him out of his now-outsized clothes. “And while you’re shrinking,” he went on, “I can tell you all about me and what’s going to happen to you!”

“Yeah. Tell me everything.” He was in the highest of spirits. “You’re something else!”

“See, ever since I was a kid,” he proceeded, as he plucked Eddy’s socks from his reduced feet, “I just ate everything. I love swallowing stuff - Nothing stupid like stones or plastic or anything. But garden worms, snails, goldfish, anything alive.”

“Wild!” Eddy was unconcerned about Callum being able to see him playing with his tiny erection. “But what made you do it?”

“All kids have a mean streak: We’ve all cooked ants under a magnifying glass or squashed bugs and spiders. But I guess I never really grew out of it. I guess I just like the feeling of power and having another life struggling inside me.” He focused in on Eddy’s contented eyes. “And the though of getting a real living guy down me has been on my wish list for years.”

“Wow, Callum!” Eddy was beginning to realise that he was now but half the man he’d been a few minutes ago. “Are you really going to swallow me?”

“Hell, yes!”

“Alive and whole?” Not wishing to cum over Callum’s armchair, Eddy let go of his dick. “Head first?”

“Alive and whole and head first!” exclaimed the now salivating giant. He rubbed his formidable abdomen. “I want you in here, Ed! You’ll be in my power!”

“How will I get out?” The words had barely left his lips when he realised the stupidity of the question. “You don’t mean…?”

“How do you think you get out?” Callum laughed - his mouth huge and booming. “You get out when I take a dump. Eddy, man,” he went on with much glee, “you’re fucking food! I want to feel you suffocating in my guts!” A series of well-timed rumbles had Eddy’s gaze dropped from eyes to abs. Callum beamed. “You’re in luck - Feels like the trout has moved on. Looks like you’ll have the place to yourself.”

The effects of the potion were beginning to fade. Diminished Eddy now looked as if he were related to Barbie. But despite Callum’s sinister words, he was still very much aroused by the notion of sliding into the darkness of that ravenous throat – So much so that he chose to blank out any thoughts of what lie beyond. He even reached out to grasp the fingers that came to snatch him from the comfort of the armchair and raise him aloft, gasping as they tightened around his body. Callum stood tall. What was six foot to him were thirty or more to his bemused breakfast. Just as Eddy’s head finally cleared, so his senses were overcome by the licks, strokes and wetness of Callum’s monstrously beautiful tongue. The soaked prey tried to embrace it and keep it close to his face and body but it swiped and surged with untouchable speed. The last time Eddy saw inside that hungry pink cave he was of normal proportion. What would he think of the view now? Callum opened up and was delighted by Eddy’s response.

“Callum!” he screamed. His attention drawn to the huge uvula, flapping to and fro as wicked laughter again roared from the depths of Callum’s deadly throat. “Callum!” he repeated. “Okay, just put me down gently. I’ve seen enough. Don’t do this!”

“But Eddy,” the greedy brute was thrilled that his victim had at long last realised that he really was on the brink of a one-trip to oblivion. “This is what you came here for. This is what you want.” He licked his lips.

“Callum! No!” Eddy was white with fear. His arms again reached out, this time with begging hands clasped firmly together. “I’m pleading with you – don’t eat me! I’ve seen enough!” He couldn’t believe his own ears: Most nights of his life he’d jerked off in bed with a scenario just like this running through his mind. But in his imagination his cries were all part of the pleasure. Only now he really was pleading for his life. “I’m begging you, Callum!” Callum raised the tearful runt a few inches higher as with a devilish grin he tilted back his head.

“I hope you have a great trip, Eddy.”

“No! Please!”

“Second thoughts,” added the callous young man, “I hope you have a bad trip! I hope you squirm all the way down my gullet.” He began to open his mouth then added, “And I hope my stomach stinks like fuck!” He forced Eddy’s arms behind his back and licked under his chin. “It’s time for the big close-up, Eddy.”

For the last time, Eddy watched Callum’s now drooling lips part and gape to reveal those beautiful teeth and a now all-too familiar void. He yelled and screamed for all he was worth as he was pushed head long onto Callum’s thick quivering tongue. Held only by his feet, he was plunged toward that ever-stretching arch and perilously closer to the slippery blackness beyond, taste buds soaking his face and body. His ears rang as Callum’s laughter returned to torment him on a blast of steaming breath. In an instant, the fat ugly tongue lurched back and forth, hurling him head first into Callum’s flexing, pulsating oesophagus. Calling out as he wriggled and writhed, he was engulfed by slick, muscular walls and dragged mercilessly towards his nemesis.

Eddy’s pitiful protests were suddenly silenced by Callum’s vigorous inner flesh as it hauled and squeezed with vile efficiency. The cannibal closed his mouth, and with hands on his hips, he looked to the ceiling and inhaled through his nostrils. His exhalation was with a giggle as he thought of all that wonderful fresh air being so close and yet so far from the prisoner within. “Man, that feels good!” he sighed as he felt his breakfast being sucked into his stomach.

Eddy was delivered with a slurp and a squelch. The stomach walls juddered and contracted around him as he kicked and fought in the reeking digestive juices. Despite all physical evidence of the rainbow trout having vanished, the stench remained. “Callum!” he whimpered as he rolled himself around in the suffocating heat. This was truly a milestone in Callum’s life: At last he had swallowed a living human being, and he was still moving around in there. He was bursting to tell Ben. He rushed to the phone.

“Yo Ben!” he enthused. “Thanks for sending my camera round!”

“Hi Callum.” Ben was still felling a little hung over. “Did you get to meet Eddy?”

“Yep!” Callum replied. “Great little guy!”

“Is he still there?”

“Kind of.”

“What do you mean, ‘kind of’?” Ben wasn’t in the mood for games. “I’ve just finished washing up his glasses. He can have them back. Can I talk to him?”

“Not unless I shove this phone up my butt!”

“What are you on about, Cal?”

“He’s in my guts, Ben! I ate him!”

“You ate him?” Ben never thought he’d ever really hear these words. “The potion works?”

“Sure! And guess what?”

“Go on.”

“He’s still alive and kicking around, in all that fish stink!” Callum laughed out loud. “I have the power, Ben! Eddy is mine!”

“Hey, listen up,” Ben interrupted. “I never did like the little fuck. Is he gonna be another one of your world famous un-flushable turds?”

“Yeah!” came the gleeful reply. “The trout is next but the one after that, say in about eight hours, will be all that’s left of little Eddy.”

“Shit him into a jar,” Ben laughed, forgetting about his sore head. “I’ll keep him as souvenir.”

“You got it! Hey, and you get to keep the glasses! Catch you later!” He belched long and hard down the phone and hung up. The sudden escape of air had Callum’s stomach gurgle and tighten. He felt Eddy struggle and fade in readiness for digestion.

The End