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"How are you, Alex?" The uneasiness in my friend Carlos' voice was evident. We had spent the night drinking cheap beer in his ramshackle apartment, sharing stories and laughter. But as the sun began to peek through the window, the conversation grew deeper and deeper.

"I'm... fine, I think," I replied with a sigh. Life had taken an unexpected turn for me in the last few months. Working the night shift at a grocery store, I couldn't find the meaning I longed for.

Carlos stared at me, an enigmatic smile on his lips. "Have you seen the note I left you yet?"

"What note?"

"Ah, you have to read it." That said, he got up and went to get it. He returned with a folded piece of paper which he handed to me carefully. I unfolded the sheet and read, "I have prepared a life-changing experience for you. I offer it to you if you are ready."

My heart pounded with an anxious rhythm. "What is it about?"

"It's a gift," Carlos replied. "But you'll only understand it if you're willing to try it."

Intrigued, I agreed. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but the promise that it would be an unforgettable experience was too tempting. Carlos handed me a pill and told me to take it with a glass of water. Without hesitation, I did.

Minutes passed and I began to feel a strange warmth spreading through my chest. I looked around, the room was becoming a blur, and my stomach was shrinking. "Is this normal?"

Carlos smiled. "Very normal. Now, if you sit up in bed, the experience will be even more intense."

As I lay down, I noticed my size slowly shrinking. My limbs shrank, my torso flattened, my face sank. Every centimeter that disappeared filled me with excitement and terror. My friend's size was becoming more and more colossal as I grew tinier and tinier.

"How did you...?" I stammered.

"It's the pill. It turns you into a convenient snack for me."

My fear turned to excitement. I was always attracted to the unusual, to that which dared not be explored. Now, here I was, at the mercy of Carlos, who knelt beside me with a twinkle in his eye I'd never noticed before.

"What if I say no?"

"But you already said yes." His smile was seductive and terrifying at the same time. "And there's no going back."

Gingerly, he took me between his hands and pulled me close to his mouth. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, his saliva starting to wet me. His big tongue came out to lick my face, his taste of fresh mint and beer enveloping me.

"Is this...?" I started to babble, my fear and excitement in precarious balance.

"Yes, Alex. You are my sweet snack. Now, enjoy."

His mouth slowly opened, his tongue circled me and parted me into two halves. I began to squeal, not from fear, but from the sensual feeling of his saliva bathing every nook and cranny of my being. My eyes closed in pleasure as I felt myself being caressed by the tip of his tongue, my nose and mouth filled with the salty fluid.

His saliva was entering my eyes, my nose and mouth, the sensation was strange, my vision blurred and my breathing became difficult.

And suddenly the pressure was gone. I was in Carlos' throat, my tiny size allowing me to see the uvula moving with each of his gasps. His throat was a tunnel to darkness, the entrance to his stomach, my inevitable destination.

With each beat of her heart, the muscular wall expanded and contracted rhythmically, creating a pulsating dance that kept me on the brink of madness. His mouth, now an abyss, closed and opened, matching my fear and excitement. His breath was my breeze, his saliva my sea.

My own will was weakening, resistance was futile. My legs shook with pure adrenaline, my heart pounding in my chest at a thousand per hour. I felt the involuntary contraction in my stomach, the sensation of my life coming to an end. The esophagus, that muscular, moist tube, closed in an audible gulp, and the accumulating saliva slid out, forming a viscous thread that invited me to descend into the blackness that awaited me.

With a silent shriek, my penis hardened and erupted, releasing a stream of semen that slid down the slick wall, disappearing into the depths. The sensual agony was too much, my will broke and my own survival instinct pushed me to release.

With unimaginable effort, I clutched at the throbbing flesh of her throat wall, trying not to slip. The muscle contracted around me, squeezing, massaging, and releasing a guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine.

My mind opened to reality, the life slipping away from me in every beat of his heart. Adrenaline intoxicated me, making me feel alive in a way I had never experienced before. I was in the lion's den... and loving it.

My attention was focused on the junction of Carlos' pharynx and nasal cavity, which expanded and contracted rhythmically, forming a fleshy, labyrinthine landscape. The smooth, glossy texture of the palate, nose and mouth, rising up before my diminutive being, was both terrifying and irresistible. The intricate beauty of human anatomy was shown to me in its splendor,
in every breath my predator took.

I felt my fingers slide along the slippery wall of my esophagus, my heart pounding with each contraction that dragged me one step deeper into the blackness that awaited me. The idea that my existence was on the verge of being swallowed and digested was both thrilling and terrifying.

As I sank, the sense of my own insignificance overwhelmed me. It was comforting to know that at least my sacrifice would not be in vain, that my tiny self could bring some kind of pleasure or satisfaction to Carlos. The morbidity of this act was the gasoline that fueled my excitement, the idea that my friend, my predator, was enjoying every moment of this peculiar dance of domination turned me on more than I could have ever imagined.

My eyes opened as wide as my muscle-contracted deformed face could go, and the fleshy wall stretched out in front of me was the only reality that mattered to me. The rough, hot texture of Carlos's throat wrapped around me, every breath of air I took was a gift, every movement a challenge.

My hands slid through the wetness, trying to find some way out, some slit that would allow me to escape. But, in truth, I had no desire to escape. Fear turned into a desire that burned inside me, wanting him to swallow me, to make me one with his being. I felt every palpitation of my heart resonate with his, every beat that approached my stomach was a step forward in the acceptance of my destiny.

Then, Carlos spit on me, so much that I was trying to escape when I was certain he would be inside the belly in front of me, and now he just let me go....

With saliva still dripping from my face, I looked at him, confused, my heart pounding with a combination of emotions I couldn't decipher. The size of his mouth, now a cavern that opened and closed at my mercy, was both terrifying and thrilling. Her eye was staring at me, pupil dilated with excitement, the life draining out of me every minute I spent in her mouth.

"Q I want to go back in" I found the strength, courage and clarity to utter as firmly as I could my request.

Carlos smiled and pulled me close to his mouth again. "Sure?"

"Sure" I replied with short breath. My trembling hands clutched at the warm flesh of his upper lip, the extreme sensitivity I felt in every inch of my skin making me perceive every detail. Excitement and fear intertwined in my mind, creating a cyclone of sensations that pushed me deeper into my predator's mouth.

"Ayu... help me, I want to go feet first" I stammered finding less and less conviction and strength to pronounce my words, but paradoxically I was more and more convinced to descend into carlos' guts.

With a soft chuckle, my predator consented to my request. "As you wish, snack." Gingerly, he turned me around and lined me up with his throat, allowing me to feel the warmth of his breath once again. My feet slid across the roof of his palate, my ankles gently colliding against the roof of his mouth. The sensitivity in my soles was so acute that I could feel every nerve, every vein pulsing just beneath the layer of flesh surrounding me.

My fingers curled into the warm, moist flesh of his cheek, the sensation of my own weakness a magnet drawing me into the approaching darkness. Carlos swallowed slowly, allowing me to feel the pressure of the throat closing around my ankles, my arousal growing with every inch that disappeared down his throat.

With my mouth open, my vision was limited to the blackness that enveloped me. The sound of my own shallow, agitated breathing was reflected in the muscular tube that led me into the vastness of his stomach. Every pulse, every movement, was a reminder of the life that would soon be absorbed into his.

As I disappeared into the depths, the sensation of being devoured enveloped me. My penis bristled, my muscles tensed, my mind opened to the possibility of what would happen next. Adrenaline flowed through my tiny being, every contraction of my esophagus made me feel alive, every beat of Carlos' heart echoing in my ears.

The idea that I could no longer escape only increased my excitement. I was in the hands, or rather, the mouth of my predator. The journey to his stomach felt eternal, each pulse, each contraction of my throat pushing me one step deeper, making me feel every detail of the journey. The fear faded, replaced by acceptance and the desire for my friend to enjoy my sacrifice.

I reached his stomach, the sensation of falling into darkness was overwhelming. The rumbling of my own heartbeat in my ears, the suffocating heat surrounding me, the humidity of the atmosphere, all came together to create an environment that was at once earthly and inhuman. I felt the flesh holding me down, the stomach wall moving against me, pushing against my tiny being, each movement a reminder that I was no longer a human being, but food.

With a couple of spasms my world rocked, I sensed that Carlos had reached him orgasm, I felt happy that somehow I am the cause of his onanism. I found myself immersed in the immense cavity of his stomach, the sensation of being swallowed and the humility it gave me was indescribable. Carlos' stomach wall moved in circles, massaging my tiny being, the acidity was not what I would have imagined, it didn't burn me, it didn't tear me apart, it simply made me feel vulnerable and at the mercy of my predator.

Some air from the meaty chamber escaped and I heard a distant burp, I wondered what a burp would taste/ smell like after eating me, I quickly came to the conclusion that at this moment it probably wouldn't be much different than after a fellatio.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness, the stomach wall moved smoothly, my fear was no longer of being swallowed, but of the digestion that would soon follow. The texture of the stomach was soft, my skin slid with ease, each movement made me feel the imminent degradation of my being.

My heart beat in rhythm with the stomach contractions, and the sensation of my own insignificance intensified as I sank into the immense cavity. Stomach acid was not the hell I had imagined, but a cloudy, clear substance, with white bubbles rising slowly, dancing in the gloom.

Carlos' whole body was working hard without rest to process me, however it was not immediate, the acid formed bubbles and was clouded with enzymes, but the sensation was not stronger than gastritis and only in the sensitive parts, and the peristaltic movements that dragged the contents to the intestines were counteracted almost without effort, but I knew it was a matter of time, not for the process to intensify, if not time at this level of intensity the acid would turn me into matter suitable to be dragged by the tide into the intestine, it was clear to me that I would not get out of there as between, it would be like any other food, there was something really beautiful in all of it.

My thoughts were interrupted by a jolt followed by Carlos' subdued voice "I'm going to take a shower."

My fear abated, the thought of digestion temporarily receded from my mind. I was both relieved and excited for what lay ahead. The rumbling of blood flow, deep breathing and the guttural sounds of his stomach accompanied me along with the dancing of the steps until Carlos reached the bathroom.

There was something pleasant about feeling the movement of Carlos showering and the little sound I knew of the water seeping into him, it felt intimate, but not heroic, but the moment of excitement had passed, now it was the calm before the storm .... Only without the storm.

My thoughts are interrupted by some water falling from the upper end, Carlos must be drinking water directly from the shower, that neutralized a little more the acid and shortly after some dedentrigfico foam that relieved some of the burning I felt on the skin.

The sound of the shower faded away, replaced by the silence that surrounded me. The stomach wall moved more slowly, my friend felt more relaxed, and I, the tiny prey, floated in the immensity of his stomach. The relief that the toothpaste foam brought me was temporary, the reality of my situation settling in my mind.

The soft wiggling followed by a roll over indicated to me that Carlos had returned to bed from the bathroom, knowing him he was probably looking at things on his cell phone before going to sleep.
I felt it was a waste that he wouldn't pay attention to me for one last time, but in all fairness the last time only applied to me, tomorrow morning what's left of me will probably be flushed down the toilet, but Carlos will go on with his life, he may even continue to enjoy this experience in a Later way, it's not hard to imagine me jerking off thinking about how he reduced me to excrement.

However, the sensation of being the focus of my predator's attention, the thrill of danger, the adrenaline that intoxicated me, all that faded, the reality of my situaraon was that now I was just his dinner, his wish fulfilled, my excitement faded with the idea that I could no longer enjoy the intimacy of his mouth or the texture of his throat, that I could no longer see his smile or feel his fingers caressing my skin.

Carlos lay back, and with each movement of the mattress, my tiny self swayed in the sea of his stomach. The sound of his breathing became raspy and deep, indicating that he was drifting into sleep. The calm overwhelmed me, and I began to cry silently. The thought that my life would be extinguished in the darkness inside my friend was overwhelming.

My fingers slid along the stomach wall, trying to feel every contraction, every movement of the flesh around me. Fear gripped me again, my penis no longer erect, the humility I felt was crushing.

I gave myself the task of aiding in my own decomposition, I knew the stomach acid would not be potent enough to break my skin without help. I began to tear off bits of skin, the sensation was strange, the skin peeled off easily, it was not so thick and elastic anymore, my very being was crumbling in the purest humility. The taste of blood and flesh was expanding in my mouth, the adrenaline dissipated, the fear transformed into acceptance.

Eventually I fell asleep, never to wake up, my exhaustion was such that I didn't even wake up from the feeling of the stomach moving and dragging me further down.

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The next morning Carlos woke up and his rectum let him know that max was gone and what little of his body was left was begging to come out. He got out of bed, stretched, and walked slowly to the bathroom. The feel of the pillow damp from my sweat and fluids reminded him of the night before, a smile crept across his lips as he remembered my sacrifice.

He sat on the toilet and the sensation of my passing into inevitable degradation manifested itself in the texture of the stream that came out of his rectum, it was thick and homogeneous, the color brown. His once friend was now sliding down the muscular duct, ready to be expelled. Every thrust he gave was a reminder of the night of passion and control we had shared, every bit of me that came out of his body was a trophy of domination.

Carlos sat on the toilet, his smile widening as he felt the unusual texture in his stool. Carefully, he leaned over and watched. There, at the bottom of the toilet, he could make out a piece of me, Unrecognizable, floating in the dirt. His smile turned into a grimace of triumph. "I did it," he thought, "I made it my own food, my own garbage."

His erect penis moved slowly in his hand, the memory of my desire to be swallowed reflected in every movement. The sounds of my soul's baptism by the toilet echoing in the room, each drop that fell on the porcelain sounds of the life that was once mine, now diluted in his.