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“Hahahah!”
“…”
“…That… that was a joke, right?”
He shook his head matter-of-factly, his expression rather blank.
She shifted her scaly, serpentine body as she crinkled her brow in confusion.
“But, you wouldn’t- I mean- …Are you actually serious?” she asked.
He nodded.
“You want me to eat you?”
“You could do it, right?”
“Well, yeah, I think…” She almost involuntarily glanced down the length of his human form in response to his question, awkwardly reluctant to even compare him to her usual meals, let alone consider him one. “But, I mean…” She slithered over to him and put her humanoid hand to his forehead, “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes, I’m feeling fine. No, I’m not sick, or drunk, or high. Yes, I do know what digestion is. No, I don’t expect to make it out. And no, I don’t care that I’ll miss work.” He gently took her hand away.
“But… but…” He’d preemptively answered all of her questions but one. “But why? I mean, is your life really that bad that you’d wanna…”
He sighed. “No.” He admitted, turning to pace slowly in front of her. “I have a good job, a nice house, a decent amount of money,” he listed despondently. “No real trauma to speak of, nothing to worry about really.”
“Then why?”
He stopped and looked her in the eyes. “I’m… bored,” he said, with the slightest hint of what sounded almost like desperation. “Utterly, endlessly bored. Day after day.”
“You want me to turn you into naga pudge because you’re bored?”
“Yes.”
She looked at him incredulously. “That’s ridiculous! You can’t really mean that,” she insisted. “You wanna get shoved in here?” She opened her mouth in front of his face and pointed inside for emphasis, thinking surely the slimy, mildly disgusting sight would snap him out of his lunacy.
He simply raised one arm and slipped a hand inside.
Her eyes widened as she felt his fingers slip against her tongue, his hand sliding in past his wrist, just barely stretching her maw past its normal humanoid proportions.
He held it there and looked her in the eyes, his expression blank and blunt.
For a moment, she was too shocked to react, until she realized that leaving his hand in her mouth was starting to seem like an acceptance of his request. So she quickly reached up with one of her own and pulled it out, minding her inward-hooking fangs, but she kept her eyes on his.
Maybe he really is serious? she thought.
“Look,” he said. “I’d rather it’d be you, but if you really don’t want to, I’ll try to find some other naga to feed.”
Seriously crazy.
“Okay, listen,” she began, “here’s what I’m gonna do.”
I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but if he tries this with anyone else, they’ll put him in the loony bin for sure.
“I’ll start, um-” she couldn’t quite say ‘swallowing you’- “from your feet. And when you realize you don’t want to end up in a naga’s belly, you just say so and I’ll spit you out and forget this whole thing ever happened, alright?”
“Deal,” he agreed, recognizing that this was the best he’d be able to get. He immediately bent down and went to work undoing his laces.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Taking off my shoes,” he replied nonchalantly, and then showing a bit of care he added, “They’re the only things I haven’t washed today; I didn’t think you’d want them in your mouth.”
She suddenly recognized the faint aftertaste of soap on her tongue, and realized that he’d gone through the trouble of bathing before approaching her. Given the context, that was all the more reason to worry about him.
“Okay, I’m all yours,” he said with a faint smile.
She hesitated awkwardly for a moment. “…You just want me to, um…” She brought her tail around and raised it uncertainly beside them.
“Mm-hm,” he nodded, “just like you do with your normal food.”
Reluctantly, she slipped her tail forward and, watching him for any sign of protest, slowly coiled it once around the trunk of his chest. It felt very odd on her part, moving to grasp a human in such a… predatory manner, feeling the familiar warmth of a mammal against her scales, but knowing said mammal could talk and think- not to mention the fact that they knew each other personally.
He likewise felt the equally warm scales against him, brushing against his skin past the ends of his shorts and tee, shifting and sliding over him as her body began to surround him- but only in the most superficial sense compared to what was to come.
She tightened her grip- only as much as she needed to- and slowly started to lift him up, right out of his shoes. Normally, with a goat or a deer, she’d’ve coiled at least two or three times to make sure it couldn’t struggle free. But he wasn’t struggling at all, and she wanted him to get free. It was such an alien departure from her practiced predatory ritual. And that only added to the awkward tension she felt as she slowly raised his bare feet to her face.
Looking him firmly in the eyes, hardly believing he’d let her go through with this, she opened her mouth slowly… and… breathed… and… she slipped his feet past her lips.
She felt them shiver involuntarily, but his expression still showed the same tiny smile, his eyes silently urging her onward.
She slid them further.
He stared her on. What’s more, she felt him wiggle his toes! Just barely, sure, but it was not the response she’d expect from a meal- that is, any creature faced with the gullet of a naga.
He must think that I won’t go through with this, right? I’m sure he’ll back out once I…
*gulp*
A tiny little swallow gently pulled his feet past the dip of her tongue.
He hardly moved a muscle. With her coil around him she could feel most of them, and scarcely one so much as twitched. In fact the most noticeable movement was on his face, and it was his smile growing just slightly larger. Eventually he took a breath, his chest expanding against her scales, even and steady, much unlike the frantic, jagged breathing of her normal prey.
Maybe he didn’t even realize that she’d swallowed at all?
*gulp*
She tried to be a bit more obvious this time, gulping louder and exaggerating the movement for effect. On top of that there was the undeniably clear, un-exaggeratable fact that she’d just sucked the lower portion of his legs down into her throat. If nothing else, that was sure to get something out of him.
And it did. A little spark lit up his face. He looked like… like he was actually happy about this. He glanced away from her face and down to her neck, craning his own slightly to glimpse the outline of his feet as they stretched her gullet.
*gulp*
She took advantage of the moment to swallow while he was watching. He saw- he felt- her chest compress against his legs, pushing and sucking them into her body, down her lengthy, sleek form. He slipped a bit in her coil, pulled further toward her maw. Surely seeing himself getting sucked into her belly would snap him to his senses!
He just lay there calmly in her coil, glancing back and forth between her face and the bulge in her chest, that little smile still spread across his lips, even this far into hers.
Okay, this has to be a joke. Like some kind of crazy prank, right?
Of course, in all the time she’d known him, he’d never once tried to prank anyone. But there’s a first time for everything, right?
I should probably just get it over with; hurry up and get to the joke part. Definitely by the time he’s halfway…
*gulp* *gulp*
She dragged his docile, willing form deeper inside, sucking his waist past her folded fangs, and looked to him expectantly.
He looked back at her, his smile widening just that much further. She felt him spread his legs a bit, deep inside her throat. He pushed gently against the side walls of her gullet, testing them, feeling them stretch to accommodate as the warm slime within painted his legs and feet. He wiggled his toes again curiously, almost fondly.
Okaaay, any time now…
“…”
*gulp*
Any time now…
“…”
*gulp*
“…”
*gulp*!
When his lean belly sank into her maw and his feet slipped through the entrance of her lengthy belly, she began to reach a whole new level of worry.
This is insane! He can’t believe that I’d actually go through with this! I should spit him out right now!
But she didn’t; she hesitated. Partially because she was worried what he’d try next if she quit now, and partially because on some empathic level she could tell it would upset him- and who knows what that could lead to? But what was she supposed to do!? At this point he was so far inside that he wasn’t even in her coil anymore, just propped up against her raised tail with her gullet bearing his weight.
As if in answer to that silent question, she saw him lift an arm. She searched him for any sign that she could interpret as a ‘let me out now’.
He stuck his hand into her mouth, to join his belly on its way down to hers.
Gods… he really is serious. He really wants me to eat him… The fear! Some good ol’ mortal terror will snap him out of it! Who isn’t afraid of being swallowed alive?!
*gulp*
He stuck his other arm inside along with the rest of him.
*gulp*
His shoulders were getting dangerously close to her lips, his legs already starting to fill out the upper reaches of her stomach within her serpentine form.
… *gulp*
She gave the tiniest swallow she could manage, knowing with mounting apprehension that there wasn’t much of him left on the outside.
He really wants this… I… I can’t do this! I mean, I can, but…
Truthfully, it’s not like anyone would find him. And she knew he had no loved ones she’d be leaving orphaned or widowed. And he was offering- no- imploring her to do it. She didn’t understand- not in the slightest- but… maybe that wasn’t important.
Staring with fixed, unblinking eyes, she gave another *gulp*.
His shoulders slipped between her lips, bringing them practically face to face. She looked for any slightest sign, of objection, of regret, of discomfort, anything.
He was smiling wider than he’d been the whole time, his eyes remaining shut for just a bit longer than usual with every blink, as if he were savoring the sensation. But when they were open, they remained squarely set on her, his gaze pleasant, almost relieved.
I couldn’t! I shouldn’t! I… I…
He nodded slowly.
…*gulp*
She felt his head slip over the back of her tongue. She watched with almost detached disbelief as the familiar human’s form slunk down her inhuman, humanoid upper body and into her serpentine length. He continued to slip, further and further, until the entirety of his bulge was encased in her scales, resting warmly in her ample belly.
What did I just do?! she asked herself. Almost unwilling to so much as move the portion of her body holding his. He’s… I have to get him out… I can’t-
“Thank you,” came the muffled voice of the hidden human. He sounded so relieved, so peaceful.
“I… please… I don’t understand… why?” She had to at least know that.
“I think… Boredom… it almost feels like torture, if it lasts too long… Out there, life is so… complicated. I could always solve it, but there’s always more. And if I tried to change things, it’d only get more complicated. More work. More slog… I think… I think that after all this time, I just want something easy, something simple… In here, all I need to worry about is feeding you…”
She felt him shift inside her, settling into his squishy new surroundings as a low gurgle escaped his enclosure to punctuate his words.
“… Is that really what you want?”
“It is.”
“… … Okay.”
… Digestion Epilogue…
She’d curled up gently around the bulge in her serpentine belly. Watching, listening, feeling.
At first, she told herself that he might still change his mind, and that she’d let him out immediately at the first vaguest signal.
A while later and she started to question whether he was still awake, his bodily rhythms ebbing gently as he relaxed.
Soon after, they became overshadowed almost completely by the gradually growing sounds and shifts of her belly, as it began to set to work on its new, unusual occupant. While on the surface it looked wholly still, inside she could hear and feel the familiar burbles and gurgles that followed religiously the arrival of any sizable meal.
After a while, she began to wonder what condition he’d be in if she did try to bring him back up. Would he be alive? Would he even be in one piece? She could try and talk, ask if he was still with her, but she was afraid of what kind of answer she might get, and what’s more, she felt… wrong, about disturbing his peace.
Time passed. Hours maybe. Her belly grew louder. And finally she admitted to herself that, whatever it had been on the way inside, what was stewing- or now more accurately, beginning to slosh- in her belly wasn’t a person anymore. She’d done it. She’d eaten him; swallowed him whole; digested him- or was working on it, anyway.
She… wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. Part of her was horrified. But another part was… proud? Somehow, proud. Proud that her body would be his resting place; that she’d given him that simple, easy purpose that he’d been looking for, that he’d wanted so badly he’d traded away his normal life.
She tightened her coils, squeezing him a bit tighter, now, while she knew that all of him was still inside there somewhere to squeeze. Her belly gave a loud, warbling gurgle.
“You’re welcome,” she said finally.
She wrapped the tip of her tail around his nearby shoes, pulling them in tight underneath her scales for safe keeping. And then she gave in to the drooping of her eyelids, rested her head on his bulge, and felt the simple joy of sleep rise up to swallow her.