The In a world where the impossible becomes possible, an unlikely bond forms between two
bandmates, Zubin Sedghi and Rob Cantor of the indie rock band Tally Hall. Little did Rob know
that a playful dare would change their lives forever.
It was a typical night on tour. The band had finished their set and were relaxing in their hotel
room, decompressing after the high energy performance. Rob and Zubin were chatting and
laughing, sharing inside jokes only they understood.
"Hey Rob, I bet I could swallow you whole," Zubin joked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You're so small and scrawny, it would be like swallowing a pill!"
Rob scoffed. "Yeah right, as if you could fit me in that belly of yours! I'd tear your throat apart on
the way down!" They both burst out laughing at the absurd notion.
But Zubin's gears were turning. He had always admired Rob's petite frame, his delicate features
and soft skin. The fantasy of consuming him completely began to consume Zubin's thoughts.
"I'm serious, Rob. Hand to god, I could do it," Zubin insisted, his voice lowering to a seductive
growl. "You'd be snug and safe in my gut, wrapped in my warmth. We could be as one."
Rob blinked, taken aback. "Zubin... you're not joking, are you? I thought we were just messing
around..."
Zubin's eyes glimmered with desire. "I'm dead serious. Let me have you, Rob. Be my little snack
for the night. I promise, it'll be a real bonding experience!"
The young guitarist hesitated, but Zubin's eagerness was infectious. Rob felt himself getting
caught up in the excitement.
"Okay... okay, you're on!" Rob grinned. "Swallow me if you can, big boy."
Zubin whooped in delight and began stripping. He tore off his blue tie, revealing his muscular
chest. Rob gulped as his bandmate's towers of brawn came into focus.
"Get naked," Zubin commanded. "I want to savor every inch of you going down."
Trembling slightly, Rob obeyed, peeling his clothes away to reveal milky skin dappled with
freckles. Zubin drank in the sight, his cock already semi-erect.
Rob quacked nervously. "So uh... do you want to face up or down?"
"I want to look into your eyes as I take you," Zubin rumbled. He pushed Rob onto his back and
straddled his chest. "Open wide, little morsel! Mmm, I can already taste you!"
  Rob stammered a reply, but Zubin was upon him, engulfing his head in inky blackness. The wet
heat of his esophagus enclosed Rob's skull. Zubin's acrobatic throat bulged around the
yellow-tie's shoulders and then torso, squeezing and massaging the meal downwards.
Rob flailed in the dank, glandular tube, but Zubin held him firm, his hands kneading Rob's back
and bottom. Inch by inch, Rob disappeared between Zealand's lips, until finally his kicking feet
vanished with a lewd slurp.
"Ahhh!" Zubin groaned around his mouthful. "Nnnngggh, you taste so good! So warm and
squirming! I've wanted this for so long..."
Rob's struggles only seemed to turn the bassist on more. He rubbed his belly, feeling the bulge
travel down to his middle. Guttural groans vibrated Rob's prison as he was dragged to his new
resting place.
Using his throat muscles, Zubin milked the tiny man into his stomach. Rob tumbled into a fleshy
chamber trilling with Zubin's humming. The guitarist gasped as heat and churning began. He
was helplessly dunked in a sea of digestive fluids.
Zubin patted his gurgling middle, cumming hard at the sensation of Rob bathing in his acids.
"Fuck yes! So full... stuffed with my favorite snack..."
He curled up to sleep, cradling his gurgling gut. Rob was trapped in a hellish bliss, Zubin's
stomach walls kneading him relentlessly. The bassist's heartbeat and breathing lulled him to
sleep despite the impossible situation.
Hours later, Rob came to in a sloshing darkness. He was cramped yet warm, held tight by
slithery bands of fleshy compression. A loud belch above reverberated through him.
"Good morning, morsel," Zubin's voice rumbled, resonating through stomach walls. "Sleep well?
I've been digesting you all night, but you're still in one piece! Guess you're not meant to be a
snack after all..."
"I'm your perma-meal now, you freak!" Rob shouted, even as his own stomach rumbled
traitorously. Being consumed wasn't so bad after all...