My Little Buddy Tony

My Little Buddy Tony

Brad carefully went over details of the contract with Tony “Toiletboy” Boyer. Brad was an agent who Tony found and hired to complete an unusual request. Tony sought to be eaten by a guy he saw at the campus Buddies Club.

“So,” Brad said. “Do you want to be eaten by a giant, or shrunk and eaten by an average guy?”

Tony said, “Shrunk by a normal predator is best hahaha. I would prefer if he was straight and I would love for him to fuck while I am in his stomach. There is this guy, Jay, I saw fuck at Buddies. He’s a normal average guy, and his dick is pretty normal looking until he’s with a chick, and then it turns into a monster. Fuck, he made her happy! I want to be eaten by him. No chewing I want to go down whole and alive, to dissolve in his stomach, hahaha. I want the guy to interact with me every step of the way haha...feeling me die at the last second and asking me how i feel in his acid...haha. Stuff like that!”

Jay was not one of the Vore Studies boys, nor a competitive athlete. In fact he was str8, with a bicuriosity that led him to bring Angie to Buddies, where they ended up fucking in the social room.

Ordinarily women were not allowed at Buddies because it was exclusively for men to meet other men. But Jay had a magnetic sex appeal that prompted management to overlook Angie as a one-time bend of club rules, provided Jay fuck the girl for entertainment of the guests. One was Tony Boy.

Jay was an average looking fellow until Angie began to give him head, and then his penis grew into a monster more commonly found on black males. His erect dick was more than twelve inches long, and about two and a half inches in diameter. Angie played with it like a monkey on a jungle jim until Jay decided it was time to fuck. She lay on the table apprehensive because Jay was so big, and she didn’t know if she could handle so much penis in her little pussy.

Jay mounted her slowly, and pumped the shaft of his penis to discharge ample precum into her pussy, which he used to lube her sensitive tissue and slide the smooth head of his big dick deeper and deeper into her body. His thrusts continued to stimulate precum flow, while his pulls used the slippery, sticky fluid to moisten Angie’s lips, spreading a glistening film of slime over the thick, vein-wrapped shaft of his penis.

Buddie’s membership was happy with the entertainment, admiring Jay for giving almost every other male in the room a throbbing boner each nursed slowly in anticipation of what was to come. Jay used no condom, and Angie was unprotected and vulnerable. Her nipples were grossly swollen in hard erection from the edgy sensation of Jay’s big penis slowly pumping under her blood-gorged little clit.

When Jay came, Tony watched the muscles of the boy’s crotch squeeze the base of his penis and initiate rolling ripples of the shaft that surged up the shaft of his penis, vanishing through the thin, pink, tightly gripping lips of Angie’s pussy. Tony knew that thick ropes of glistening, pearly semen were spewing from Jay’s penis, splattering the girl’s deep cervical wall. Sixteen male couples excused themselves to their rented private rooms, stimulated by the floor show. Tony masturbated in his seat and enjoyed a violent, twitching orgasm climax that produced nine cumshots. He wanted Jay, but not just for ordinary male sex. He wanted Jay to eat him. He wanted the ultimate, one time sexual rush that led to his contact and contract with Brad.

“What if I can’t get Jay to commit? Do you have a second choice?” Brad asked.

Tony said, “Maybe the predator can be a skinny nerd kid i picked on or something.. and when I am in the stomach I grow a little bit so that I am big enough for him to avidly see me move around like a baby’s kick haha...and that as I am dead, he can watch me get dissolved as his stomach shrinks..uuum maybe he can shrink me and put me up his ass as torture and ride me up there haha.....but yes , I wantto be fully dissolved.. maybe, full digestion. I want him to swallow a little camera and say he can see me dissolving and begging and rotting hahaha! Can you do that?”

When Brad contacted Jay, at first didn’t want any part of the proposal. But when the pot was sweetened with enough money to pay for a semester of school, then a year, and finally a full ride scholarship, he could not pass that up. The money was put up by Buddies who wanted the episode to take place in their lounge as a floor show, or to be filmed with the club holding all distribution rights. All Jay had to do was eat a guy who somehow was shrunk to the side of a hot dog, or sausage, and talk to him while he was being digested? Seemed easy enough. Kinky. And, the more Jay thought about it, the hornier it made him.

Brad gave Jay a copy of the Rouse edition of The Odyssey, and almost predictably when he read the account of Odysseus and Polyphemus, the imagery of Polyphemus digesting Odysseus’ men not only calmed his anxiety, but the idea began to turn him on. Once the seed was planted, Jay found himself sexually aroused by the idea, and might have done it for free. But he didn’t tell Brad or Tony Boy that.

Tony Boy spent the night with Jay and Angie, watching the couple fuck, and then while they slept, exploring their bodies. Tony chimneyed up Angie’s butt crack so he could peer into the cavernous maw of her pussy after Jay fucked her and came. His 4.31 inch body easily fit into the vagina, where he was stuck for a few minutes, wallowing in the huge volume of hot, salty semen Jay ejaculated. As her vagina contracted back to normal, the Kegel squeeze forced both Tony Boy and a significant volume of Jay’s semen to ooze out and slowly drip down her butt crack, to stain the linen bed sheet.

Jay lay asleep on his belly, legs spread so Tony Boy had some access to his anus. Tony Boy used Jay’s transitional pubic-anal hair for the grip to climb up so he was face to face with the puckered sphincter that was his destiny. When he first tried to penetrate Jay’s ass, the sphincter snapped tightly closed in a giant contraction that denied entry. But Tony persisted and Jay helped first by positioning his penis and scrotum between his legs to Tony Boy could stand on them rather than hold onto hair wrapped as an etrier sling around his hand. Jay fingered his ass, rubbing mucus from the rectal wall as a lubricant around the lips of his anus. Tony was able to penetrate his arm and with his face pressed in the groove between Jay’s anal lips, massage the rectal wall to stimulate Jay’s prostate gland. Jay’s penis responded by swelling into erection, and his anus relaxed just enough so Tony Boy could finally squeeze through and slither into Jay’s rectum.

Excitedly, Tony worked his way through Jay’s rectum, wiggling against the gentle squeeze of rectal peristalsis, using the very sticky mucus for leverage to slither deeper. As he rounded the sharp corner where Jay’s rectum descended from the sigmoid colon, his progress was stopped by a huge log of feces poised there, awaiting Jay’s morning defecation. Tony used the light on his wrist watch to see. Jay’s feces looked like a blockage of river boulders, glistening in the feeble light. The contrast between the feces and Jay’s colon wall was stark. The colon wall was bright flesh pink, laced by tiny arteries and veins visible through a translucent mucous membrane that was still drawing water and vitamins from the bile-stained, yellowish brown sludge of the feces.

In between the large nuggets on the leading end, strands of clotted mucus stretched, the once clear translucence stained into a semi-opaque, yellowish brown cloud from left over digestive juices, now waste no longer needed by Jay’s body. The huge turd could have easily crushed Tony Boy if movement into defecation began, but while Jay slept, it remained still, tightly gripped by his colon walls, waiting for morning, when the initial stretch and crush of flexing belly in the awakening yawn and stretch would stimulate the slow movement into the rectum, triggering the call of nature Jay always obeyed.

When Tony Boy turned around in the tight, cramped chamber of colon between sigmoid and rectum, he put one foot against the feces log and pushed for traction. His foot slipped and sank up to his knee in Jay’s soft fecal waste, mostly thickening mucus. The sticky grip of the turd trapped Tony, so he was unable to pull out his leg. Fortunately he was stuck to the leading end of the turd, and close enough to Tony’s anus to get enough oxygen when little strings of gas bubbles moved down the rectum in chains that chattered the anal lips in noisy little farts.

When Jay awoke, he forgot about Tony. His morning stretch of torso initiated peristaltic ripple of his colon, and the feces moved slowly into his rectum, with Tony rolled into a fetal position, embedded in mucus on the leading end. He was a living nugget of feces, and the leading part of Jay’s turd. Jay’s rectum opened in relaxation so Tony felt the lubricating mucus being wiped over his body and spread in a glistening film over the digested feces behind him. When he reached Jay’s anus, he braced to be crushed, because he knew the big turd was much heavier than him. But the mucus made the lips of Jay’s anus pull open and muscular contraction drew them back over Tony’s body. He looked at Jay’s scrotum and penis from his unusual point of view as the lips of the anus stretched and wiped lubricating mucus over the log so it glistened in the light, and crackled as the rectum contracted to expel it.

The nuggets and constipated chunks of Jay’s feces on the leading end of the turd broke apart and dropped individually into the cool water of the toilet. Tony Boy was one of them. The mucus trapped several large bubbles of gas around Tony’s body, and acted like a floatation jacket while the heavier, digested chunks of feces fizzed in release of gas and slowly sank.

When Jay wiped and dropped the first shit-smeared wad of paper in the bowl, he saw Tony bobbing on the surface, and bent over for a closer look.

“So that’s where you are!” he said. “I looked for you in the bed, and thought I might have rolled and crushed you. I remember you crawling into my ass, but then I fell asleep. Have you been in my ass all night?”

“Yeah.” Tony groaned. “I got stuck and couldn’t get out.”

“Well, I’m ready to eat breakfast. I guess this is the big day for you, huh?”

“Yeah. It was a big night too. I was squeezed from a pussy, so I experienced birth. Then I was shit from your ass, so I experienced defecation. Yeah, I’m ready for your stomach.”

“So I am curious,” Jay said. “Why exactly do you want to do this? I mean it’s just about the kinkiest, most perverted thing I ever heard of. I wasn’t going to do it, but after I thought about it, and the money was right, I decided it wouldn’t be so weird. What the hell. If it turns you on and is what you want, I guess I can do it. After all, once I swallow, to be honest, I won’t think about you again.”

“I hope while I am in your stomach waiting for digestion to begin, we can have one last conversation. I’m gonna be jackin’ off in there you know, hornier than I’ve ever been in those last minutes before your acids dissolve me. I want you to carry me around in your stomach, doing your chores while your acids work their magic to dissolve my flesh, and in pleasure you walk around feeling my desperate squirm to escape turn into a slosh of soupy digesta while you belch my dissolving flesh lumps in erotic satisfaction. Once you swallow me, nothing can stop your body from my complete digestion.”

“The idea of this is starting to sexually excite me. What do you think of that?” Jay said.

Tony replied, “You know I like that. Your attention is drawn to your penis, which responds to your satisfied stomach by swelling into a rock-hard, black man's boner which you nurse into ejaculation. Then when your stomach pumps me into your small intestine, the constant gurgle and rumble from that forbidden part of your belly between your navel and penis serves as the sign I am yours, and you will reward my dedication and devotion in a day or so. In a day or so, when my remains are squeezed into your rectum, your anus opens with a sucking gasp and hiss of gas, and stretches into a wide yawn. Your rectum contracts to push my remains through. What began as an erotic deep kiss that turned into a swallow, ends with a kiss goodbye by the salty, hot lips of your anus draw back to pull strands of vile, yellow mucus over the glistening remains of mucky nuggets and waste in which my lifeless, dead, blanched, hollow, acid-scarred bones are embedded. My remains stretch your anus until the lips are drawn thin as if giving birth. You grunt and push, and then in a tremendous push find relief as the thickest part passes through and you enjoy the crackling hiss as your turd slides into the toilet.

Not done, when your blood stream has carried what of me your intestines took to metabolize as protein in your muscles, and fat in your scrotum from which your testicles will make sperm, and fat deposited on your belly and your ass to keep you warm, large and smooth, the waste of that metabolism will have a date with your penis. Part of me will leave your body as hot, salty, amber yellow piss, covering the surface of the water of your toilet with rafts of foamy white bubbles.

Still not done with me, something- perhaps eating somebody else will compel you to masturbate and ejaculate several ropy oozes of cum, taste of which will remind you of me, because my fats were used to make it. I will look good on your dick, a submissive little white guy clinging in sticky polymer bonds, reflecting the light of day in glistening, mother-of-pearl drops of your hot cum.”

That was it. Jay could no longer resist Tony’s imagery. He scooped the shrimpy little man from his mucus-fart bubble life jacket, and washed him off in the sink. Then, mouthwatering and stomach already in secretion of digestive juices in anticipation, he wrapped his hand around Tony and lifted him to his mouth.

It reminded Tony of the famous Star Wars Return of the Jedi episode when the rancor first held the Gamorrean guard and ate him. The rancor stuffed the poor being into his mouth and literally bit him in half. When his foot vanished, everyone in the audience knew the Gamorrean was twitching, bleeding chunks in the rancor’s stomach, lying there in digestive juices, perhaps still conscious for a few seconds, knowing that when the rancor was finished with him, he’d be feces. Then the rancor’s evil eye turned to Luke. When Luke submitted, he carried a digested Gamorrean femur, weakened by exposure to rancor stomach acid and a tumbling trip through the monsters alimentary system, and wedged it in the predator’s mouth at the moment he was about to be eaten. People winced from the view into the monster’s gaping mouth and the gooey strands of slime about to lubricate the body for passage into the stomach. A few more males in those audiences rubbed boners and a few more females had wet pussy than they would admit.

Tony had no bone for defense, and he watched Jay’s mouth open with a web of repulsive strands of goo, slime, saliva and mucus stretch between his tongue, teeth and gums, and roof of his mouth, about to wrap around his body and lubricate his passage into Jay’s stomach. As Jay stuffed Tony into his mouth, the gossamer threads of saliva were broken, snapped and fell silently across Tony’s back. The thick layer of saliva on Jay’s tongue mired Tony and both thwarted his movement and coated his body with lubrication for swallowing. Jay wasted no time in play with his food, but slurped to internally splatter Tony with saliva and position him for immediate swallowing. The slurp sucked Tony in so his right foot slipped quickly through Jay’s lips just before the young man swallowed.

Jay’s larynx rose and fell as the bolus lump rippled down his throat. Just as quickly as the Gamorrean guard, he was delivered into Jay’s stomach. The flex of ripple of swallowing reflex was the sign that for Tony, matters just became much more serious. There was no escape from Jay’s stomach. The only way out for Tony was in the opposite end, across the deadly gastric lake, where the virile male’s antrum expanded and contracted in pumping reflex to suck in soupy liquefied digesta and spew it into the duodenum and small intestine. That was now Tony’s fate and future.

When Tony reached the esophageal sphincter, the smooth push of peristalsis hung up for a moment while the tight drawstring muscle filled with blood to relax and allow the delivery. Tony was ejected forcefully into Jay’s stomach, and struck the sloping stomach wall on the curvature above the pit and the greenish yellow pool of digestive juices waiting for him. Tony hand carried a Given Imaging 30 megapixel pillcam which Tony switched on before Jay swallowed, capturing the mesmerizing ride down the young man’s esophagus.

As Tony shined the light and looked around Jay’s stomach, he began to realize why it was maybe a bad idea to do this. It was not a nice place. The deeply furrowed, wrinkled muscular walls dripping with slime were partially covered with a thick, white foam of bubbles. Tony saw the impact and splatter of where he landed, and the track of where he slid, like a slider on a snow covered hill. He looked at his torso and the white, bubbly foam plowed up in front. His torso was coated with the foam, which he rubbed like soap lather. As long as Tony stayed where he was, out of the hostile looking gastric lake, he felt like he might have a better chance. He was unaware that the white, bubbly foam coating his skin like soap lather was corrosive digestive stomach acid.

However, Tony’s curiosity and euphoria were short lived, because a giant peristaltic wave rolled down Jays’ stomach walls and moved him involuntarily toward the lake of gastric juices, which tumbled down over the flexing ruggae muscle like a fall of hot gelatin, and splattered on Tony. Enzymes in the gastric juice completed the formation of pepsin and hydrochloric acid, and suddenly, rudely Tony found himself uncontrollably writhing like a slug in salt as the juices attacked his skin. Gases from the mixing of stomach chemistry combined with the air Jay swallowed, and swelled into large bubbles that bloated the upper part of his stomach. Jay responded by belching for relief. Gastric juice from the belch splattered on Tony’s skin, and at first the sensation was just a tingle. But on the soles of his feet and hands, in his crotch, behind his ears and under his arms, the tingle turned into heat like a hot, searing burn salsa. Desperate for relief, Tony scooted into the warm gastric lake. His relief was momentary.

“How are you doing in there?” Jay asked.

“Not exactly what I expected.” Tony answered. “This is not a very nice place.”

“Duh! I could have told you that!” Jay chuckled. “I have the transmission from the pillcam on my computer, and I’m laying here on my bed with one hell of a hard boner. Too bad Angie isn’t here.”

“I thought you were going to fuck her.”

“Well, I would, but she isn’t here. That’s OK. I’m really horny, and I feel like jacking off.”

“Well I suppose I might as well too.”

“You sound like you’re in pain and ecstasy.”

“Yeah, I guess I am. It’s friggin hot in here. I mean boiling hot, and it smells horrible. My skin is tingling all over, and I feel trapped in between a desperate desire to escape and total resignation in submission to what you’re about to do to me. My dick is hard as a rock though, but my hands and feet are going numb. Oh shit!”

“What?” said Jay, sensing Tony’s sudden alarm.

I just lifted my foot out of the gastric juice. My foot’s gone.”

“Gone?”

“Yeah, Oh god, I can see the bones of my toes and lower foot. All the flesh is gone. Dissolved. I’m watching the goo that was flesh on my foot drip off into the suds. Above that my lower leg is covered in slime and is oozing blood. Funny, but I don’t feel a thing, and I can’t move my foot!”

“I bet not, not if the flesh is already dissolved enough so you can see your bones. You better hurry up and jack off, because I don’t think you have much time.”

“How’d you know I’m jacking off?”

“Dude! I can see you. The pillcam image is right here. Show me your foot again.”

Tony lifted his leg out of the gastric juice so Jay could see his partially digested foot. Gooey lumps and clots dripped off the bone, and the flanges of his toes were already white and flesh free. Tony’s cells and DNA silently screamed as if aware of what was coming. They seemed to sense that when Jay’s stomach completed its job and Tony’s essence and biologically unique identity was pumped into the small intestine, he was destined for total absorption and dispersal throughout Jay’s body. Most seemed benign, adding minute layers of fat on his belly or ass, or flexing his thick biceps, pecs or quads. But there was a futile resistance to supply Jay’s reproductive system, as if Tony’s fats felt unwilling to ride around in Jay’s scrotum and be used up to make sperm. Why should Tony be converted into feces just so Jay could feel the pleasure from thick semen rippling through his throbbing penis in stimulation of sex nerves? Didn’t Tony deserve to enjoy that pleasure from his own penis, and not to be digested and turned into feces just so another bigger male could feel the pleasure of ejaculation in his?

As Jay masturbated his big penis, the rocking motion made the gastric lake ebb and slosh. The stomach walls flexed and contracted with deeper peristaltic waves, and bubbles trapped between the ruggae wrinkles rumbled and gurgled as they were squeezed through the sticky layers of protective mucus. Jay masturbated hard because he was extremely horny and excited, flexing his big boner and pleasuring it with one, and then both hands. He tried to edge, but was too horned up and quickly told Tony he was going to cum. Jay’s penis erupted with an ejaculation that rose several feet above the glistening glans. Tony moaned in agony and pleasure, and then Jay unexpectedly belched again. A giant peristaltic contraction forced the putrid gas bubbles out of the stomach, and the following contraction nearly crushed Tony, squeezing him through the gastric lake, into the pumping antrum. His body was smashed into the pylorus, which snapped shut so no solid matter could pass, and relaxation of the peristaltic wave allowed him to slide back through the goo and be returned to the body of Jay’s stomach.

Digestion was even more erotic than Tony expected, and it was OK if Jay didn’t get to fuck. But then the bedroom door opened, and Angie came in carrying breakfast on a tray. There was two eggs over easy, toast with butter and jelly, crisp bacon, oatmeal with brown sugar, and a tall glass of ice cold milk. Jay chugged half the glass of milk, neutralizing much of the acid dissolving Tony, giving the shrimpy guy perhaps another conscious half hour in the steamy, humid heat and stench of the stomach. He continued to masturbate, watching the lumps of swallowed oatmeal ooze through the sphincter and drop into Jay’s stomach. In ten minutes, the breakfast tray was empty and Jay’s stomach felt full. The body of masticated eggs, toast, oatmeal and bacon was like a quicksand in which Tony half floated, not sinking. However the peristaltic waves of rippling stomach muscle pushed the digesta like a tide, temporarily covering or immersing Tony, who emerged to wipe the slimy, soupy muck from his face and gasp in the bubbles for another breath.

“How are you doing now?” Jay asked.

Tony was moaning in agony and ecstasy, apparently delirious or euphoric from the combination of blood loss, nerve numbness and paralysis, and breathing the putrid stench of rotting stomach gases. He had no direct answer because he felt stuck on the edge of the hardest orgasm and climax of his life. He felt the price of being turned into a male’s knobby turd was well worth what he paid.

Angie climbed on the bed and played with Jay’s limp penis. She wiped the cum splatter on Jay’s belly with her hand and said, “You already came? You didn’t wait for me?” But Jay was just twenty years old, and after Angie moved the breakfast tray to the chest of drawers, she shuffled up toward Jay, and he reached down to finger the hot, slippery, smooth tenderness of her pussy. She climbed on top of Jay, and he pulled her against his body and rolled so he was on top. He nudged the big head of his dick under her pubic bone and thrust. His penis was already hard enough to penetrate, and the smooth glans disappeared into Angie’s body to her surprise and delight.

Tony floated and drifted in the slimy, soupy digesta, sloshing back and forth in production of odd noises, from Jay’s mixing of digesta with gastric juices by peristalsis and his physicality with Angie.

“Where’s the little guy you were supposed to eat?” Angie asked.

“He’s in my stomach right now. I can still hear him moaning, and feel him sloshing along with the rest of my stomach contents. Isn’t that hot?”

“Poor little guy. Does he know what you’re going to do to him?”

“You mean turn him into a turd? Yeah, he knows. That’s what he wants, so that’s what he’s gonna get.”

“I still feel sorry for him though. I mean… digestion. I don’t think there’s a worse way to die than that. I mean what’s he going to be like when he’s in your ass?”

“You know the answer to that. He’s gonna be a turd.”

“I know, but will there be anything recognizable? Is he gonna come out different?”

“Why should he? He’s food. My stomach doesn’t know one food from another, and doesn’t care. Once something is in my stomach, it is food and nothing more. I hear and feel my stomach rumble and squeeze. Almost feels like a soft orgasm. I never ate anything that made me feel this way before. Anyway, he’s just gonna be a turd, no different from any other turd. Don’t you ever look at your shit to see what your food looks like after it passes through your body?”

“You know babe, I hate to tell you this, but yeah, I do. Sometimes I’ve been curious and so I take a close look. Usually it’s just brown lumps and nuggets, and I can’t tell what it was when I ate it. I’m kind of excited about the idea too. In fact, when you are ready and shit the guy, I’d kind of like to watch.”

“Ooh baby! That’s hot and kinky. I love it! If we share and make that reciprocal, I’d kind of like to watch you take a shit too.”

“That is so kinky and messed up!” Angie said. "You are such a male!"

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning you get off on such gross, perverted stuff such as watching somebody else shit. You can't keep your nose and dick out of somebody's ass. You see nice tits and you get a boner. You see a nice ass; same thing. Do you get a hard on from seeing another hard on?"

"Yep."

"You're so male!"

Tony listened to the intimate and gruesomely graphic conversation. Angie’s voice was muffled, but Jay’s voice was loud and resonant through his body, easily overpowering the other noises of organry, like the colossal thunder of his heart, whoosh of wind filling and exhaling from his lungs, the flexing diaphragm pushing down on the stomach to compress the bubbles of gas and make them rumble louder.

After twenty minutes of pleasure fucking, Jay once again felt his muscles twitch and tingle, and his penis seemed to suddenly thicken to the point where it was ready to explode. He snapped the cheeks of his powerful gluteus together and felt the slippery pressure of a thick wad of semen ripple through his penis and ejaculate into Angie’s pussy. Seven more ropey ripples following in a line up, while the contents of his stomach sloshed violently, mixing and foaming.

The pH of his stomach once again dropped to where Tony’s flesh again began to dissolve and slough off the bone. Chunks of his flesh floated in the soupy digesta, fizzing in the acid. His bones dropped to the bottom of Jay’s stomach once they were flesh-free. But the powerful acid penetrated pores of the bone and dissolved the internal marrow, leaving the bone hollow, lifeless husks. Even the hard calcium was rotten and loosed, adding its chalky material to the bubbly digesta.

By the time Jay showered, his stomach was pumping the digesta into the small intestine. Tony was dissolved into soupy chyme and flowed quickly into the small intestine, which then seized and segmented like a worm, while soft fingers of villi reached in to suck out every liberated nutrient. Oatmeal, clotted milk fat and Tony all swirled in the intestinal segments while the villi sucked and nursed. The digesta didn’t always move forward, but when giant contractions relaxed, sometimes flowed backward, literally being moved back and forth through the wormy coils of gut until nothing was left in the digesta but indigestible bone and mucus.

Tony’s bones, coated in mucus and slime, squeezed through the caecal valve and dropped into the caecum. The slimy liquid muck of diarrhea filled the ascending colon, which absorbed water and vitamins from the residual digesta. Thickened into fecal paste, the sludge began to respond to peristalsis in the colon, moving upward from chamber to chamber, thickening as the water was sucked out, until it reached the descending colon and began to roll into nuggets and pellets of feces, each one wrapped around a cluster of badly acid scarred bones, like little pearls in an oyster. Longer bones like Tony’s femurs, tibia and fibula were buried deep inside the turd, acting like rebar to hold it together.

Next morning, Jay lay in bed, feeling the pressure in his lower belly from a big turd ready for defecation. Angie lay beside him, arm draped over his broad chest. He gently tickled her back and reached down to scratch her cool ass, then fingered into the crack and move down to probe her anus. Her eyes snapped open when she felt Jay’s finger invade the sanctity and privacy of her rectum, and her anus snapped to squeeze his finger in effort to expel it.

“Morning.” He said softly.

“Morning.”

“I have to shit.”

“So?” she said.

“You said you wanted to watch.”

Angie lifted her head and looked in Jay’s eyes.

“You’re such a male! You think it’s that guy?”

“Not sure sweetie, but I bet what’s left of him is gonna be part of it. So, you want to watch?”

“Naw. Take my phone and record it. I’ll watch it on the video.”

Tony went into the bathroom and stripped off his shirt and sweats, scratched his pubes, admired his jiggling penis in the mirror, then sat down to enjoy the relief of taking a big shit. His anus thickened with blood until the lips were puffy, swollen, and ready to flex. The pressure of the big feces pushed against the perianal floor from inside, deforming the natural depression in the deepest recess of his masculine ass. With a whoosh of sucking air and hiss of escaping gas, Jay’s anus opened and expanded into a wide yawn. His abdominal muscles flexed tight to push his intestines so squeezing pressure helped the relentless ripple of final peristalsis that moved the feces through his rectum.

Tony’s remains looked similar to the turd to which he was stuck before. Nuggets of dark brown feces glued together by sticky mucus, which the thin pink lips of Jay’s anus wiped across the glistening chunks as it emerged as a thick turd log. Strands of yellow-brown mucus were wiped across the fissures between nuggets, far more repulsive than the clear strands of saliva Tony was pushed through when swallowed. It was apparent that his entire journey through Jay’s body was made through utterly repulsive slime, only these strands were no longer wrapped around the flesh pink and tan skin of a living, breathing, healthy young man. The intestinal mucus glistened as salty glue wrapped around feces.

The big turd cracked, but was expelled quickly enough so it didn’t break into chunks, and fell with one deep Ker plunk into the toilet. It semi floated from internal bubbles of trapped gas, before it sank to the bottom. It was still warm from Jay’s body, but the only life in it was bacteria. There was no sign of Tony in it, except for a few husks of bone that looked like undigested kernels of corn.

“That was absolutely repulsive!” Angie said from behind Jay, squatting on the other side of the toilet.

“I didn’t hear or see you come in!” Jay said with surprise. “Change your mind?”

“Yeah. I decided I might miss something important, so I came in just before it came out. I’m really horny and turned on honey, so why don’t you wipe, clean up, and come in and fuck me!”

Jay wiped, and stood over the toilet, flexing his huge morning erection

“Goodbye Tony. Got to go fuck my lover now. Thanks for being my food. I really enjoyed shitting you.”