Being Steele's Supper

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Richard saw Steele, and immediately knew he had to take a chance.
And so, the human walked right up to the Alaskan Malamute and knelt on the ground, bringing his head forward.  He smiled, and said to the dog, “May I be your dinner?”
Steele was surprised to hear those words, to say the least.  Sure, he had eaten living meals before, but they had always gone down kicking and screaming.  He had never devoured a willing subject before. . . The Alaskan Malamute smirked, and decided to wolf this human down before he changed his mind.
Richard was just laying down on the ground in front of Steele when the dog made his move: Steele lunged forward, and snatched up Richard’s head into his mouth.  And just like that, the feeding began.
Richard watched in awe as the dog lapped up his face, smiling as he was tasted.  This was only the start of what would be a great feast . . . with him as the main course.  He smiled and sighed, waiting to see what would happen next.
Steele’s eyes widened in surprise as he sampled the delicious meat—this human was quite tasty, and he could tell that this meal would really work up his appetite.  But if he wanted to keep this delicious food, he reasoned, he ought to swallow down the human quick, so that there was no chance of the food changing its mind.  Smirking, the Alaskan Malamute gulped down Richard’s head, and then got to work on his neck.
Richard smiled as he was swallowed: his feet disappeared down Steele’s throat, and were soon stuck in the tight confines of the dog’s esophagus, which squeezed tightly around his cheeks.  The cylindrical, constricting tunnel reminded him that he was nothing but food now, nothing more than a meal to be enjoyed, digested, and disposed—and oh boy, did he love that feeling.  The human waited eagerly for more of him to be eaten.
Steele gulped his meat’s neck, and then sped up the feeding process—before he knew it, he was sucking up Richard’s shoulders, then swallowing down his chest, sending more and more of the meal down his throat.  The taste was absolutely addictive, better than anything (or anyone) he had ever eaten before.  Soon, he had reached the human’s midsection, and that was when it occurred.
As the Alaskan Malamute took in Richard’s hips, the human felt his feet leave the tight confines of the throat, and pop into a new, more open space.  Immediately he realized he was in Steele’s stomach, and his heart skipped a beat in excitement.  The belly let out a hungry /grooooooowl/ upon feeling the food enter it, and a big grin came upon Richard’s face.  Soon, all of him would be in there. . . He couldn’t wait.
Steele smiled as he felt the food enter his belly.  Feeling the human’s feet in his empty gut reminded him of how hungry he was—and so, he sped up, swallowing the meat down even faster than before.  He gulped up Richard’s midsection and butt, then the chest and the rest of the human’s legs, then the ankles.  Before he knew it, only the feet of his meal was left to eat, and there was a sizeable bulge in his stomach, where the meat had gathered.
Richard smiled and waited for the final swallows.  He was happy to be such a good meal for the dog, and could feel his body curling up in the Alaskan Malamute’s hungry gut.  He squirmed eagerly, wanting for all of him to be inside.
Feeling this, Steele smiled.  “I won’t keep you waiting any longer,” he teased his meal.  And so, he snatched up the human’s toes, then sent them into his esophagus with a /gulp!/
Steele smirked as he felt Richard’s head move down his throat and slide down into his stomach.  “Mmmm, such a tasty little morsel you were,” he taunted his prey, patting the large belly bulge.  Inside, Richard hugged his body and smiled.  “And now, there’s nothing left for you to do but digest. . . So let’s get you broken down already!”
Right on cue, the Alaskan Malamute’s belly let out a loud, hungry groan, and a moment later, stomach acids started dripping on Richard.  They pooled at the bottom of the belly and stung his skin, but the pain made this all the sweeter.  The human smiled, and embraced digestion as it began to overtake him.
The juices had been gentle at first, but now, they were starting to burn.  Everything that was submerged in the acids tingled like crazy, and as Richard sat there, he could practically feel his flesh melting off of his bones.  His skin itched like crazy, and there was no sign of the belly letting up.  But that was all perfectly fine with him. . . After all, the fate of food wasn’t considered by a stomach.  Food was just there to be digested.  And he couldn’t wait for that to happen.
The gut grumbled loudly and squeezed around the prey, holding the human tight and refusing to relent even for a second.  More and more liauids dripped down onto him, and the pool go bigger and bigger as a result.  Richard felt the acids reach his ankles; his feet were absolutely burning with pain by this point, and it was a /glorious/ thing to feel happening.  He smiled and squirmed around pleasantly in the gut, eagerly waiting for all of him to be digested.
Steele smirked and rubbed his large stomach, cackling at the prey inside.  Usually by now, he would have gotten begs and pleading from his meal, but it seemed that the human liked being in his ravenous, unrelenting belly.  It was a strange thing, but not entirely unwelcome, and the Alaskan Malamute ran his paws across his gut, smirking.  He was already looking forward to full digestion, and shitting out his meat on his other end. . .
Richard leaned against the belly walls, and felt his back burn with pain as he went against it.  Looking down at his feet, he could see the flesh melting off of his toes, leaving barely anything but bone behind,  He couldn’t feel anything under his ankles except for enormous point, and he reveled in this moment, enjoying it.
The acids dripped down from the walls of the gut, not stopping until they were up to his hips.  The belly let out a demanding /guuuuuuurgle/, and a moment later, the walls squeezed in again, making the tight space feel even more cramped.  It also got juices all over Richard’s body: his whole form was tingling like crazy, but the parts of him that was submerged in the acids hurt most of all.  He burned and itched all over, but didn’t regret a thing—in fact, this felt fantastic. . . Though he could feel his energy levels going down the longer he stayed in here.
Steele giggled as he heard his stomach breaking down his meal.  “You’re all mine, morsel,” he teased his prey, patting his big, round gut.  “Nothing but my food. . .”
The stomach juices came down again, and this time, they kept going, not stopping until they were up to Richard’s shoulders.  Now most of his body was submerged in the liquids, and he could feel his skin coming off, melting away thanks to the power of belly.  Even his bones were being broken down by this point.  The acids dug into his skin, reminding him of his place as food, telling him that he was nothing but meat to be digested.  And that was perfectly fine by him.
Steele smirked and ran his paws across his big belly, rubbing it and listening to the gurgling noises coming from inside.  He could tell it was almost over, and he delighted in this knowledge.  “What a tasty piece of prey,” he teased Richard.  “I can’t wait to dispose of you once you’re all broken down into chyme.”
The human smiled at the thought.  The juices dripped down once again and went up to his neck.  The whole digestive process was starting to make him feel very sleepy. . . Richard closed his eyes and smiled.  A moment later, he slumped over, and fell unconscious.
Steele smirked and ran a paw against his stomach.  The human had lasted in his gut for around half an hour, and he had enjoyed every second of his prey’s squirms.  “Looks like you didn’t last long,” he mocked the human.  “I can’t wait to shit out your remains. . .”
He waited patiently as his stomach worked on the large meal, digesting it bit by bit.  His belly shrunk down, going from large and extended to its normal size all in a matter of minutes.  And then, the Alaskan Malamute /really/ had to take a shit.
He smiled and ducked into the woods, looking for a suitable tree.  When he found one, he ducked behind it, and then let it all out.
Brown poop squirted from the dog’s ass, landing on the ground in one long stream of excrements.  Richard’s digested remains left Steele’s butt in quick bursts, and the pile grew larger and larger, never seeming to end.  Until, finally, the Alaskan Malamute had finished shitting, and he smiled, turning to face the heap.
“You made a great meal,” he said, cackling.  “Never thought I’d find a willing morsel—and you were quite delicious!”
With that, the villainous dog walked away.    He wondered who he would eat next. . .