My first memory of ever being eaten was when I was really young. I find it rather odd at the time, but I am more amazed that it happened. You see I was 4 years old, just turned actually. We had this dog, been there a bit. For bout 2 years at that point. I was close with her. She was a labrador. I do not know what caused such things to take place, but I did know that my parents fed her well. Really well. Once a week she would always have a bulging stomach. Clearly having eaten a lot, or something big. A couple of times I even felt something moving in her stomach. I asked what it was, but my parents would tell me when I was older. I learned that they would catch raccoons and feed them too her every now and then. She would eat them whole and alive, slowly digesting them. She always allowed me to have my head on her stomach. She loved it.
It soon came time to feed her again, but it seemed that my parents were taking to long or something. They were out getting her some more, when I happened too....trigger her? I think that's the word. I touched her stomach area, petting her. She would be acting the same, when I would slowly bring hands up to pet her head. She would yawn, but catch my hands going up. Closing her mouth around them, she would not seem to know that it was my hands within her mouth. She would just swallow. My head going right in following my arms. It seemed she has gotten used to swallowing things down easily. It would not take long for her to just eat me whole. I became the bulge in her stomach this time. Being rather confused as to what just happened. I would squirm, but she would not seem to mind, having been used to the animals squirming.
It would be a good hour before my parents would come home. They would call out to her. she would come over, her stomach hanging rather heavy with me within. It already slowly starting to work on me. Slowly though. They would notice the bulge of her midsection, moving occasionally. They would then call out to me, but also notice that the bulge is bigger than anything she has eaten. They would then have her throw me up. I would look up to them, asking them if I was eaten by her just now. My mom would say yes, you were eaten whole and alive Roland. She did that...to which she was surprised. This in turn allowed them to feed bigger things to her. She would actually eat a kid later on when I was about...7 years old. She loved it.
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