Woody's Last Meal

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Friday night.  Woody sighed, his fingers drumming against his knee.  The man was currently sitting on his bed, and was trying to relax after another long, hard day at work.  He was trying to avoid it, but he knew the one way he could decompress. . .
After a moment longer, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, turning on the screen.  There was a brief hesitation, but then, he pulled up Lickr.  As the app opened up, it showed various mawshots from the people nearby, and that made him smile at least.
In Woody’s world, vore was very real, but treated with a certain level of . . . taboo, like vanilla sex or outlandish kinks. He had known since he was very young that he was meant to be somebody’s food—meant to be eaten, digested, and dumped, to be specific—but acting on that impulse was another thing entirely.  And so, he kept things to himself, outside of a few roleplays via Lickr’s instant messaging system.
Speaking of Lickr, that was where he had found his community.  It had been designed by its creator to be the Tinder of the vore world, and so far, he was enjoying his time on the app.  It was full of passionate vorephiles like himself, and he had found more than a few roleplay partners on Lickr.  And so, like usual, he was going to browse people tonight and see who he wanted to swipe right on.
Not that Woody thought anyone would be attracted to him.  The man was slightly overweight, and didn’t feel he was all that good looking.  Being gay didn’t matter much on Lickr, thankfully, but being married to his job kinda did.  He didn’t have much of a life outside of the office and the app—that was basically it.
So Woody checked out a few local finds.  
/Hi vore community!  I’m a piece of prey looking for her perfect match. . ./
Nope.  Swipe left. . .
/Hey there.  You ready for this?  I’m a pred with an attitude who LOVES mouthplay. . ./
Boring.  Swipe left. . .
/Prey looking for handsome pred. . ./
Not quite what he was looking for.  Swipe left. . .
Holy shit.
Woody stared at the profile in front of him, and felt himself getting rock hard.  A brown eyed, brown haired man stared back at him, with thick eyebrows, a piercing, hungry gaze, and a tongue slightly glazing over his lips.
/I’m not looking for a partner/playmate on this app; I’m looking for food.  ONLY SWIPE RIGHT if you’re wanting to be my meal.  I’m being serious—I play for keeps.  Get in touch if you want to be my shit./
Woody’s finger trembled as he stared at the profile, feeling his hard cock in his underwear.  Looking at the guy’s preferences, he saw that Nathan was heterosexual—so there was no way he could ever want /Woody/ as food, right?  Still, what harm was there in trying?
So Woody swiped right.
He put his phone down, feeling anxiety fill him up.  Now Nathan had to swipe right on him too, and if he did, it would be a match.  But there was no way that was going to happen.  The guy’s profile said he was heterosexual!  So they couldn’t possibly match, right?  They—
Woody heard his phone let out a happy /ding/ sound, and he picked it back up.  /It’s a match!/ the screen said, showing him and Nathan.  /Message your match now.  Don’t be shy!  Make sure to make a good first impression./
Holy shit.  They were a match!  Woody felt his heart racing, and he opened the messaging system, pondering over what on Earth he would say to Nathan.  After thinking over the keyboard for about a minute, he thought of something, and sent it before he could change his mind.
Woody Riley: Hello!  I saw your profile.  I’m prey.  Nice to meet you!
Was that good enough?  Fuck, now he was wondering if he should have waited and not sent the message.
To his surprise, he got a response a moment later:
Nathan Bradley: Hello, it’s nice to meet you too.  I know you’re prey; I saw that on your profile.
Oh, of course.  Duh.  But Nathan wasn’t finished typing.
Nathan Bradley: Did you ready my profile thoroughly?
Woody was quick to respond.
Woody Riley: Yeah, I did.
Nathan Bradley: So you saw that I’m not looking for someone to roleplay with, or do mouthplay with, or whatever.  I’m serious about vore and eating people.
Woody’s heart was pounding.  Was it out of fear, or excitement?  He wasn’t fully sure.
Woody Riley: Ok.  Can you tell me more?
Nathan Bradley: Of course.  So, I don’t want to play with you, understand?  I want to devour you whole.  That means a one way trip down to my stomach, with digestion and disposal afterwards.  You will die.  Have I made myself clear?
Woody felt his cock get harder.  Fuck, that was so appealing to him, and very hot.
Woody Riley: Yes, you have?
Nathan Bradley: So, are you interested or not?  I won’t be offended if you’re not; I’ve had plenty of people back out.  Some go in expecting RP, despite my profile’s warnings.
Woody took a deep breath.
Woody Riley: No, I wasn’t expecting RP.  And I am interested.  It honestly sounds like a perfect way to go out.
It took a while for Nathan to finally respond.
Nathan Bradley: Excellent.  What I like to do at this point is to give my prey a week to think over what they’ve just chosen, in case they change their mind.  You’re no different.  I’ll give you a week to think things through, and if you still want to go through with it after a week, then we’ll do it together.
Woody was slightly disappointed, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.
Woody Riley: Ok.  One week.
Nathan Bradley: Don’t worry, we can still chat during that time.  And if you’d like, I can send you some enticing pictures throughout the week to sway your decision. ;) Would you like that?
Woody didn’t hesitate.
Woody Riley: Oh yes.  I would, please.
Nathan Bradley: Cool.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.  Good night!
Woody Riley: Good night!
There were no more message after that.  Woody flopped down on his bed, still clutching his phone, and processed what had just occurred.
He had actually found someone who really, truly wanted to eat him!  It was like a dream come true, really.  And from the pictures, Nathan seemed like the perfect predator for him.
Woody smiled.  All his life, he had known he was destined to be a meal.
And he had finally found someone willing to make him into dinner.
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For the next week, Woody and Nathan exchanged messages over the Lickr app, talking frequently throughout the day.  Their messages quickly became more erotic in nature.  Often, Woody would go to the bathroom stall at work, check his phone, and receive a stunning picture of Nathan’s open maw, glistening with spit and saliva.
Nathan Bradley: Check this out.  Nice and wet for you.
Woody’s heart (and dick) would react like crazy, and when he would leave the restroom, he could still feel himself reeling at the image and its implications.  Nathan would send all sorts of suggestive images just like this, whether it be of his toned stomach, his mouth, or even his morning dump. . .
Halfway through the week, Woody got this message:
Nathan Bradley: Indulge me.  If you’re going to be swallowed alive, would you rather it be at full size, or as a tiny micro?
Woody thought for a minute (he was in the bathroom at work), then responded.
Woody Riley: I definitely have to say as a micro.  I like the idea of being swallowed as a little person. . .
Nathan Bradley: Interesting.  I thought you might say the opposite, actually.
Woody Riley: Well, the opposite is more likely to happen, so I can see why you’d think that, lol.  Shrinking pills are pretty hard to find these days.
Nathan Bradley: Yeah, that’s true. . .
Woody checked the time.  “Shit,” he muttered.
Woody Riley: I better get back to work.  I’ll talk to you later!
Nathan Bradley: Yeah, let’s talk later.
Woody put his phone away, and moved on with his day.
The two continued talking throughout the week, with Nathan sending erotic pictures and he and Woody chatting about eating Woody alive.  Finally, seven days had passed by.  It was Friday night again, and Nathan messaged Woody.
Nathan Bradley: So, it’s been a week.  What have you decided, Woody?
Woody took a deep breath, and then responded to him:
Woody Riley: I want to be your food, Nathan.  Probably more than I’ve ever wanted anything.  I want to be digested in that beautiful stomach of yours and become shit on the other side.
There was a long pause.  Woody started to panic.  Shit, was Nathan bailing?  Was he changing his mind?  The answer came one agonizing minute later. . .
Nathan Bradley: I’m glad to hear that.
Woody breathed out a sigh of relief.  Another message came.
Nathan Bradley: Here’s my address: 313 Court Place, Kentuckett.  Be there by 8pm tomorrow.  Once you arrive, I can prep for dinner, and we can do this thing.
Woody grinned.  This was a bit of short notice, but he could make it.  He /had/ to make it.
Woody Riley: That sounds great.  Amazing!  Thank you so much.
Nathan Bradley: And thank you, too.  I look forward to eating you, Woody.
Woody Riley: And I look forward to being your food, Nathan.
There were no more messages after that.  Woody signed off of the app, and changed into his nightgown.  Then he lied down in his bed.
He tossed and turned most of the night, unable to sleep thanks to all the excitement.  When he finally did sleep, he dreamed of drooly maws and big turds.
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The next day was Saturday.  Woody spent the day saying goodbye.  He messaged his former roleplay partners to tell them he “wouldn’t be around for a while” because he was “logging off Lickr for good”.  He told them that because he didn’t know how they would take the truth, and he didn’t want anyone trying to talk him out of it.  His mind was made up by now.
He didn’t call any relatives or tell anyone else he was going to disappear—he didn’t know how they would take the news, and he didn’t know how to frame it, either.  His roleplay partners, for their part, wished him good luck in his future endeavors, and hoped the best for him.  That was very nice.
When night time came, Woody had a bit of trouble choosing an outfit—he felt like he was going on a first date, for Pete’s sake!  In the end, he went with a navy blue dress shirt and khakis, along with black sneakers for the sake of his comfort.
When he left the house, he took the bus to Kentuckett—he didn’t want to leave his car in front of Nathan’s house, because when he went missing, the police might accuse Nathan of murdering him, and that wouldn’t be good.  (What Woody didn’t realize was that his correspondence with Nathan would likely be discovered by the cops anyway.)  So he went on the bus, reached the town, and walked down to 313 Court Place.  By the time he got there, it was 7:50.
Woody stood in front of the door, staring at the doorbell.  Could he really do this?  Well, he had come this far—what was stopping him from finishing this?  All his life, he had wanted to be somebody’s food, and he finally had his opportunity!  He wasn’t going to waste that.
Taking a deep breath, the man rang the doorbell.  He heard a bit of commotion inside, and after a moment, the door opened.
“You’re early,” Nathan said.  The man was much more handsome in person; his eyes were absolutely striking, and Woody could see the outline of his stomach underneath his shirt.  As Nathan looked over him, his tongue came out, and wiped over his lips, making Woody’s heart skip a beat.  So he looked tasty. . .
“Come on in,” Nathan said, stepping aside and gesturing for Woody to come forward.  Woody did so, walking inside the house, and Nathan closed and locked the door behind him.  “Follow me to the kitchen,” he ordered, walking toward the door.  Woody obeyed, following behind the other man.
They soon reached the kitchen, and Woody saw a meal laid out on Nathan’s place: sweet corn, mashed potatoes, and a chicken breast adorned the place, and Nathan turned to Woody with a grin.  “It’s only missing one piece,” he said to him.
Woody pointed at himself, and Nathan nodded.  “Now,” Nathan said, sitting down at the table and turning the chair to face Woody, “strip so I can see that body of yours.”
Woody blushed.  “Oh, ok!”
“Don’t be shy—it’s all coming out brown anyway, once this is all done,” Nathan said cheekily, smirking.  Woody nodded, and took off his clothes.
He first removed his navy dress shirt, along with the undershirt he had put on underneath.  Woody had always felt self conscious about his body—he was a bit overweight, after all, and that made him constantly wonder what people thought about his appearance.  He never thought he was good looking, really, just an average guy.  So why was he so nervous?  Perhaps he wanted Nathan’s approval more than he thought he did. . .
After taking off his dress shirt and undershirt, he glanced over at Nathan, trying to gauge what the other man thought of him.  To his relief, there was a slight glimmer in Nathan’s eyes—a glimmer of hunger, that is, and of approval.  So he liked what he saw!  That filled Woody with joy, and he continued undressing.
He removed his sneakers and socks next, exposing his feet, and took off his khakis.  Glancing over at Nathan, he saw the man had a more neutral expression—Nathan was waiting for more.  So Woody decided to give it to him.
He took off his underwear, and revealed his dick to the other man.  He didn’t have the best looking penis out there, he thought—he had always been self conscious about its size and appearance.  What would Nathan make of it.
Nathan nodded, looking over his meal.  “Mmm. . . You look exquisite,” he said, which made Woody very relieved.  He reached into his pocket, and took out a pill, which he handed to Woody.  “Now, take this shrinking capsule.  It’ll get your height down to a few inches.”
“Holy shit—you actually got your hands on one?!” Woody exclaimed, taking the shrinking pill from Nathan.
Nathan nodded.  “I figured since we discussed it, I might as well pick one up.”
Woody smiled.  “Thank you.”  That made him extremely happy.
He took a deep breath, then gulped down the pill.  Woody felt a brief tingling sensation that spread across his entire body, from head to toe.  A moment later, he started to shrink.
Woody’s arms tingled, and he looked down to see that his arms were reducing in size, right on his shoulders!  They shrunk down in size, reducing in height, length, and width bit by bit as he stood there.  Then he felt his shoulders going down in size too, matching his arms until both were extremely tiny.  It certainly was a strange feeling, a bizarre one—he wondered what it was like for Nathan to watch this.
His head was next.  His vision slowly went downwards as it reduced down in size, becoming smaller and smaller right in front of him.  When it was finally done, his field of vision was a fraction of what it had been before, because his head was so darn small!  His chest and stomach was next, and both began to shrink, bringing his field of vision even further down than it was before!  He was grateful he was already out of his clothes, or he would have been shrinking right into his shirt by now!  His chest and stomach evened out, matching his arms, shoulders, and head in terms of size, until finally, his upper body had completely shrunken down and matched itself in size.
His legs and feet were the last parts of him to shrink.  They slowly began to reduce in length, width, and height, carefully bringing Woody closer and closer to the ground below.  He could feel his toes shrinking inward as he stood there; it was a bizarre sensation for sure.  Woody looked up at Nathan as he reduced down in size, staring up, up, up at the other man as his vision went further and further down.  When it was finally over, and his legs matched the rest of his body, he was standing in the middle of Nathan’s floor.
The shrinking was complete.  Woody was now only a little more than five inches in size.
Nathan smiled and stood up, then bent down, hovering in front of Woody.  “Mmm. . . You look great,” he said, reaching out with one hand.  With two fingers, he plucked his food from off the ground, then stood back up, walking over to the plate.  “Let’s have you join with the rest of the meal here. . .”
Woody watched as Nathan brought him down, down, down, until he landed gently on top of the sweet corn.  “Good,” the predator said, sitting down at the table.  “Now, let’s eat.”
Nathan took a knife and gently cut some of the chicken, eating it delicately.  Then he scooped some of the mashed potatoes, gulping them down.  Finally, he reached the sweet corn, and scooped Woody up with his fork.  “There we go,” he said to the tiny person.  “Down the hatch with you.”
Woody watched in awe as Nathan’s mouth slowly opened, revealing a beautiful, glorious maw inside.  It was dripping with drool, with teeth that were absolutely covered in saliva, and a tongue full of spit, clearly ready to receive him.  And behind that tongue was the opening to Nathan’s throat, which foreshadowed Woody’s destination, and made a pleasant tingle run down his spine. . .
The fork inched nearer and nearer to that opened mouth.  Closer . . . closer . . . closer. . .!  The slow speed was agonizing to Woody, but at the same time, he knew the anticipation would be completely worth it.
Finally, the fork began to enter Nathan’s maw, and Woody’s atmosphere began to change.  It went from clear, dry air around him, with light surrounding him, to darkness and moist, wet air inside of the mouth.  It made the man smile as he was brought further and further in.  This. . . This was where he belonged, and he knew it.
At long last, all of him was inside of the hungry maw of the predator, and the fork tipped, dumping Woody out onto Nathan’s tongue.  He fell onto the organ with a light /splash/, and then the fork retreated, leaving the mouth entirely.  Woody looked forward, and saw outside of the maw, with lips and teeth framing his view.  He was finally inside. . . He could just faint dead away with happiness, but he forced himself to stay awake.  After all, he wanted to experience every single moment of him being eaten, before it was all said and done.
“Mmmm. . . You’re delicious.”  Nathan’s words caused the tongue to bob up and down, and for hot air to blow on Woody from all sides.  “But let’s get a better taste of you. . .”
The tongue pushed Woody off of it, letting him land in the space between the tongue and teeth, and it began to lick him, the organ running up and down his back.  Woody giggled at the ticklish sensation as he was tasted, and he blushed, loving the fact that he tasted good enough to be sampled even more.  
The tongue lapped him up relentlessly, refusing to stop as it made its way around Woody, licking his arms . . . his legs . . . his stomach . . . his chest . . . and even his cock.
The man blushed as the tongue pocked at his dick, and Nathan laughed.  “Hard already?” the predator teased him.  “Let’s see if I can give you some satisfaction. . .”
Nathan ran his tongue up and down Woody’s dick, licking it with amazing force.  Woody couldn’t help but moan—he couldn’t hold it back; the tongue was just too strong!  The tongue didn’t stop, and it kept poking at the tiny man’s member, and Woody felt himself getting more and more aroused. . .
Finally, the man couldn’t take it anymore, and he orgasmed, releasing with a loud cry, semen spraying from his penis and landing on the tongue.  Nathan smirked, and for a moment his tongue retreated as he swallowed down Woody’s cum.
“Tasty,” the predator said.  “And now, let’s send you down the hatch with it. . .”
He moved his tongue underneath Woody and picked him up.  Woody stared outside of the mouth through the gap in Nathan’s lips, and he cried out in surprise when the tongue began pushing him backwards, so that he was going towards the end of the maw.  He felt his feet hit open air, and realized he was right next to the throat.
A /gulp/ echoed around the mouth, and Woody felt his lower body get sucked into the throat.  His feet and legs got pulled downwards, and the constricting, cylindrical esophagus sealed around them, trapping them inside.  If this were any other situation, it might have seemed terrifying to Woody.  But the man was absolutely euphoric—after all this time of wanting to be food, it was finally happening.  He was almost heading toward a stomach!
There was another /gulp/, and the rest of Woody was pulled inside of the throat.  He had one last glimpse of the light pouring in through Nathan’s lips and teeth; then, he was sealed away in darkness.
The throat squeezed tightly around his body, and Woody felt the throat pulling him downward, bit by bit, inch by inch.  He was slowly lowered toward his destination—his heart was pounding in anticipation for what was to come, and he was smiling like crazy.  He had dreamed of this moment, thought of it, roleplayed to it—heck, even masturbated to it (of course)—and now, it was finally here.
As he was lowered downwards, Woody caught the sound of faint growling below him.  That growling got louder as time went on, and as he inched closer to the stomach, the grumbling threatened to overtake him.  The man smiled at the sounds of the hungry belly—that meant he was good food, wasn’t it.  And good food got digested and turned into shit!
Finally, Woody felt himself hit a barrier: the sphincter of the stomach, he knew.  Then, his feet popped out of the throat and entered an open space.  After that, it was only a matter of time.
His legs slid through, then hid midsection, then his chest, then his shoulders.  Finally, The last of Woody’s body—his head—popped free of the throat, and he was thrown down, down, down, until he landed in a pile of chewed up slop.  Sitting up, he looked around, and realized where he was, smiling.
He was in Nathan’s stomach!  It was a large, living ecosystem that surrounded Woody, of dripping red walls covered in stomach slime, and grunts and growls that echoed around him constantly.  The chewed up food below him was being reduced by the belly’s juices, broken down by a constant wave of acids.
Woody smiled and walked up to one of the walls, reaching out and touching it.  He felt them pulse underneath his fingers, felt juices drip down and dribble onto his hand, making it tingle a bit.  He was finally here.  And that meant he was soon going to be reduced down into Nathan’s shit. . .
He smiled and removed his hand from the wall, walking away from it and to the melting pile of food.  He imagined himself among it, just another piece of meat, just another part of the meal.  Yeah, that was a good thought to have. . .
Woody reached down and started masturbating, running his fingers up and down his cock.  As he did so, more chewed up food began coming into the stomach, being deposited from the throat and splashing in the center of the belly.  Immediately, the stomach reacted, releasing juices and liquids that landed right on the food pile, reducing it.
“Oh yeah,” muttered Woody, squeezing his member.  “I want to be digested. . . I’m finally food, and I can’t wait to be digested. . .”
He imagined himself passed out in the pile of slop, imagined those juices reducing his body down to nothing.  Then, he would travel through the intestines: a long, winding journey through the tunnels of Nathan’s bowels.  Finally, he would exit out the other end, become nothing more than another man’s daily shitting time, as poop sprayed out of Nathan’s butt and landed in the toilet. . .
Woody came then and there, semen squirting from his cock and landing on the floor of the belly.  He orgasmed with a loud cry, waves of pleasure rocketing through him as he came.  When it was finally over, and he came down from his high, he smiled and released his member, looking around the belly and waiting for whatever it was going to do next.
The gut let out a long /grooooooowl/, so loud and long that the walls shook and the floor trembled underneath Woody’s feet.  Then, digestion truly started to begin.
More juices released from the walls of the belly, and landed on the floor, resulting in a small pool of stomach acids.  They poured slowly, carefully, and once they were done, the pool was up to Woody’s ankles.  His feet felt tingly being submerged in the juices, and he smiled—he had a feeling he knew exactly what that meant, and he loved it.
Looking forward, he could see that the juices were breaking down the chewed up food at a rapid pace—it had already been broken up significantly, but now that digestion was truly starting, the process was even faster.  In about a minute or so, that pile of chewed up food had shrunken quite a bit, and was still shrinking as more juices released from the walls.
More acids poured down into the pool below, filling it up even further than before.  By the time it was done this time, the pool was up to Woody’s hips—this was a significant growth from before.  It completely submerged the mound of chewed up food, and the man watched as it the pile got broken down even further than before.  By the time the stomach was done this time, the food had dissipated into the pool—the pile was no more.
The stomach grumbled loudly, and juices dribbled from the walls, filling up the bottom yet again.  It poured and poured, relentless in its pursuit, and filled up the space up to Woody’s chest.  Everything that was submerged in the pool felt tingly to Woody, like his own body was struggling to keep itself together.  It was supposed to be an unpleasant feeling, but in all honesty, it just made him smile.  It reminded him of his new place in life, as food for Nathan, and he couldn’t wait to fully digest.  Though he was starting to feel a bit light headed. . .
The belly growled, and liquids rained down, pouring into the pool once more.  It grew and grew and grew, and this time, when it stopped, the juices were up to Woody’s shoulders.
The man smiled.  He could feel his arms tingling like crazy, along with the rest of his body that was submerged in the acids.  He was food now, and nothing more.  The light headedness returned, and he knew: this was it. . .
The stomach moaned, and a moment later, Woody passed out, and was still.  Juices continued to fill up the space, and he was soon digested.
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Nathan felt his prey stop moving, and let out a pouty sigh.  “Done already?” he asked.  “I wanted to feel you squirm a bit more in there.  Ah well, time for bed.”
He made his way to the bedroom and changed into his night gown.  Getting into bed, the man soon fell asleep.
As he slept and through the next day, his stomach continued breaking down the food, and sent it down to the intestines.  A few days later, he really needed to take a shit.
The man made his way to the bathroom and squatted over the toilet.  After a moment, he released.
Brown shit squirted from the man’s ass, leaving his butt in one long stream.  Then a special turd: a soft one, made of sweet corn, which Nathan used to identify the shit that was Woody.  Nathan smiled as he imagined Woody while pooping, thinking of the man who had become his meal.  That just made him release more shit, and his big meal plopped into the toilet, splashing as it landed.
Nathan sighed happily as he released the last of his poop, and wiped his butt with toilet tissue.  Then he stood up and looked back at the toilet bowl, smiling.
“You made a great meal,” he said, thinking of Woody.  “Shame it always has to end.”
Then he flushed the toilet, and sent it swirling down to the sewer.  After washing his hands, the man moved on with his day.