"Are you sure you want to do this, you're shaking."
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm just so nervous, like I cant believe it's happening." Ethan paused a little, his breath rattling with nerves.
"So how should we start?" he eventually got out.
"You took that blood oxygenation pill about an hour ago right?" Nola asked
"Yeah..."
"Just, you're still breathing heavily."
"I can hold it indefinitely, it's just more comfortable to keep doing it... so... are you sure I'll fit?"
Nola studied him for a second, sizing him up. Ethan was small, but the question was if he was small enough.
"I'm pretty sure I could squeeze you down my throat with enough effort. I just wonder if you'll fit in my stomach. Can I? Do you mind?"
Nola held out her cupped hands gesturing Ethan to climb on. He obliged, feeling the warm of her palms against his naked body which was starting to feel a little chilly now, likely more to do with his nerves than the temperature of the room.
"Curl up into a ball as tight as you can manage..." Nola asked gently. Again, Ethan obliged. He shakily lay on the flat of his back on her palm and brought his knees to his chest as tightly as he could, simultaneously tucking down his head until he could go no smaller. At first puzzled it became clear when Nola brought him level with her abdomen directly beneath her left breast. She bit her lip, unable to hide the arousal.
"Yeah I think you'll just fit. Ooft only just though. You're going to make me feel so fucking stuffed I can hardly wait."
Ethans cock began to throb a little hearing her say that and he felt a jolt of excitement adrenaline. It was what they'd both roleplayed and fantasized about for so long. In the quiet periods he could hear thick churns from within.
"Y-your stomach is empty right?" Ethan asked
"Umm, almost. I was a little late having lunch so there might still be a bit of sandwich left over. It'll be fine there'll be plenty room. God I'm getting so wet seeing you all packed tight like that, it's like seeing an xray of you in my tummy already..." Nola leaned back a little on the bed and rolled Ethan off her hand and onto the soft warm skin of her tummy. He traced his path down her soft midriff.
"I wonder what it'll feel like passing out of your stomach and into your intestines?" Ethan wondered aloud.
"Might not feel like anything to you, Ethan" she said coyly "You might be soft enough to slide in pretty easily by then" Nola noticed the visible jolt of nerves on his experession.
"You know this is a one-way trip right? I really want you to be clear on that. I dont think I could enjoy this without you fully being at terms with that." Ethan buried it down and regained himself. He really was okay with that.
"Mhmm, I cant wait..." he said. Nola gently lifted him again, bringing him closer to her face.
"Okay, one last part I want to make sure you fit." She said.
"Where?"
Nola answered with a devilish smirk. She turned over on the bed, laying on her belly, and reaching behind her deposited Ethan on the bed between her thighs.
"We know you'll fit in, but will you fit out..." Ethan was so hard now he felt like the head of his cock was going to burst. He looked up at her plump buttocks rising like hills before him, then walked across the uneven surface and fell against them with his arms splayed wide, immediately soaking in their heat and pheremone-heavy smell.
"Mmm like them?" Nola teased rhetorically "Here, you can tell me how well you'll fit through tomorrow morning after you've spent the night slow-cooking in my belly. Hm, or more like Sunday morning. I think you'll take a little longer to fully digest..."
Ethan was beginning to tell by the way she was talking that this had moved on from nervous planning to sincere arousal. Not that he needed confirmation in her voice. The sheer heat and humidity lapping in waves against his legs from her flushed pussy was enough. She slid her knees apart, making her peachy buttocks spread just enough to reveal the exit of her digestive system.
"F-fuck..." Ethan sighed, just enough for Nola to hear.
"Mhmm, thats my shit hole." She sighed "Bet it looks different to you now, knowing you're going to be sliding through it." Ethan lay flat against her perineum and brought his face closer to her pucker. His heart was thumping with arousal and every beat throbbed his cock. Between her cheeks her body heat seemed to double, and the pocket of smelly air that sat heavy around him was humid as a jungle.
"God Nola, I cant get enough of the smell. Its like... pheremones..."
"And yesterdays lunch I bet" She interrupted with a giggle. She peered over her shoulder, straining to see him.
"Ooh, you'll be a tight squeeze I think."
"My head is about the same size as your hole. Maybe a little bigger."
"Mmm yeah, fuck I cant wait til tomorrow when I'm struggling to hold back the ton of shit I've turned you into..."
Ethan felt he might just cum spontaneously.
"Cant wait to feel my hole stretch wide as the torrent of shit comes out. Fuck, you might be a little too big though, seeing you back there."
"Y-yeah but I'll be fully digested by then..."
"Hehe yeah, just hot fudge and some bones I bet"
Ethan only just now became aware that he was grinding his hips, his cock that desperate. A loud jostling gurgle eminated from deep inside Nolas belly.
"You want me to fart on you Ethan?"
The gurgle sound seemed to wrestle its way through her belly behind the muffle of her flesh, fighting through the knots of her bowels. As the noise reached him it made a sound a lot like filling your mouth with air through your teeth, an inflating sound, and Nolas entire ring seemed to swell up under the pressure of the digestive exhaust gases that had just built up behind it.
Ethan had only just opened his mouth to reply when the jet of searing hot gas forced a rasping opening through her puckered anus. It irrigated his mouth with such pressure it blew back out his nose, filling his sinus with gas. He didnt even hear if it was silent or not for the roar of wind in his ears. It tapered off and was instantly followed by another quick bulge of her anus and a *psht* afterthought puff.
"Ooh I felt that one burn my hole a little... sorry... really stinky?"
Ethans mouth just tasted like burning. A sour, sulphuric, acidity. And it was a few snorts before he'd expunged the heavy gas from his sinuses and could smell anything that wasnt fart gas.
"Hehe if that's your reaction to a little fart I dont think I should eat you. You think theres fresh air in my belly?" Nola teased
"Yeah but I dont have to breathe it remember..." Ethan said once he'd fought the words past his gagging.
"Mmm. Cant wait to smell you later Ethan, when I'm gassing out the byproducts of you as you digest. Wonder what you'll smell like? Stinky I hope..."
"Okay..." he said "...I'm ready. I'll cum any minute if we dont just do it and then I wont want to."
Nola reached back and gripped him around the waist. She shifted until she was sat upright and raised him to her face.
"Sure? I hope so, I cant wait..." Ethan noticed her other hand buried between her pussy lips, rubbing.
"Yeah. Yes. Eat me. I'm meat."
"Mmmm okay" She said, as she began to kiss his chest. Her hot lips wrapping around him and making him slick with saliva.
"We'll do it feet first, I think its the only way you'll fit."
She resumed kissing lower, reaching his cock, the entire area engulfed in roasting hot pink lips.
"Ah, fuck, dont make me cum!" Ethans cock was hyper sensitive now, and he was right on the edge.
Nola lifted him a little higher and titled her head back. This was it. He was about to be eaten.

With a wet schlick she parted her lips and opened her mouth, exhaling a gasp of breath as the strands of saliva broke and it became a cavern of pink flesh funneling down into a black hole that looked far too small for him to ever fit through. She lowered him inside and her hot breath replaced all the air surrounding him. Thick, near-liquid air. He continued to breath, smelling her breath, feeling the thickness of the atmosphere fill his lungs carrying the signature of her past eaten meal. She closed her lips around his waist to suckle him for a moment, then parted them again just enough to begin feeding him into her throat. His feet slipped down easily and his descent didnt slow until his hips began to pass her uvula, which he felt against the small of his back. She closed her mouth again, wrapping her plump pink lips around his neck, pressing it almost to the point of strangulation as her tongue slid around his body, probing him for flavor. Fear began to really set in at the back of Ethans mind. A primal part of his brain was screaming that he was being eaten and that if he entered this girls stomach he wouldnt get out without being rendered down into shit. It bombarded him with everything it could to make him change his mind, suddenly replacing the human condition of hope in an afterlife with a jarringly sudden nihilistic realisation that his death would just mean the cessation of his existence. That his body would merely be transformed into a pile of dung and that's it. But his arousal was too powerful for reason.

"Fuck, girl. Eat me up. I'm your food." He sighed in ecstasy as he slid further down her gullet, reaching a point where gravity and the rythmic pull of her repeated swallows couldnt move him any more. He was wedged in her throat now. His legs were entirely in the embrace of her gullet and being repeatedly squeezed hard by her swallowing. A slightly chilling breeze blew past his midsection as air chanelled past him from her nose to her airways, so she wasnt choking. Darkness enveloped him as her lips closed and she tilted her head down. Suddenly we was crushed hard by everything around him as her throat heaved and spasmed against his whole body, but judging by her uvula still laying wet and heavy against his back he didnt move an inch.
Her mouth opened again with a wet click and light streamed in, shining off her rows of teeth. Two fingers slid inside and towards him until they came to rest on each of his shoulders. Slowly they began shoving Ethan, forcing him down into her gullet, stretched to capacity. He felt the bulges of her tonsils on either side of his upper arms as he slid past them, and after a few more seconds of gagging and slowly sliding he felt her uvula pressing against the back of his head.
Her mouth opened wider, and when his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that she was facing a mirror.
Her eyes were only half open and her cheeks red, clearly as close to cumming as he was. In the mirror he looked into her wide open mouth and saw himself, his face squeezed on all sides by wet pink flesh and her uvula resting on his forehead. He could barely even make himself out in the cavern of her mouth, but he noticed her neck looked a bit fatter as it struggled to envelop his body. While at first he thought she might not be big enough, she looked huge now. They made eye contact in the mirror, and he noticed her hold up a scrap of paper. Written backwards in sharpie so he could read it, it read "Say the word..."
An illusion of control no doubt. He had no idea how he'd even be pulled out of this crushing embrace if he said he didnt want to go through with it. A deep bass rumbled from beneath him and rapidly grew louder. He felt it on his feet and legs first in the form of a superheated bubble of space jostle past his body. The wet burp gurgled past him and out into the outside world, but even with her mouth open the gas remained heavy in her mouth, rolling out only gradually with the steam. It nearly sent his cock over the edge right there.
"F-fuck Nola just eat me! I'm your food! Pack me onto your tits! Your thighs! You're my goddess and I'm worth nothing but my calories! I want to be-"

His pleading was cut off by the last sight of a smirk in the mirror and the tube surrounding him enveloping his face with a loud *gluk*. He slowly but at a steady pace began to slither down the tight tube. He held his breath, unable to take one anyway with the intense pressure. At his size he didnt have long to travel, and also barely noticed the transition from gullet to stomach.
At first he felt extremely hot sludge and felt his legs bundle up below him, forcing his knees up to his head. Just when he thought he couldnt fit in anymore the gullet heaved harder.
"Aaaaargh no!" he cried out, worried a bone was about to break. He grunted a bit as the air was squeezed from his lungs and quickly enough he was still. Crammed so tightly into a ball he could hardly believe it. Any available space left between his legs and chest was quickly occupied by very thoroughly digested lunch.

"Ooooh shit!" Nola sighed under her breath and sank back against the wall. She was vigorously rubbing her cunt now, seconds from cumming. She couldnt believe how suddenly stuffed she felt. Her stomach heaved and clenched against its oversized contents and she was overcome with the nausea that accompanies a meal too large. Her arousal took her mind off it and she was overcome with a shuddering orgasm like she'd never felt before, reducing her to a sweaty, panting mess.

Ethan heard all of this, muffled as it was, from deep inside her. He was so very close to cumming himself, but his body was contorted so tightly into a ball he couldnt move. The stomach walls flexed and kneaded around him, channeling its soft chyme through any available space around his body. He felt the consistency of it, a lumpy semisolid, as it ran over his skin. He knew that pretty soon the agitating motion of the liquid was speed up the digestion of his flesh, but for the moment it felt pretty nice. He was surprised at how quickly his skin started burning, a kind of solvent scalding feeling, but not enough to reach the front of his mind. Not while he was so close to ecstasy.
He began to notice how the channelling motion of the sludge was running over his cock back and forth, trading enough friction to feel good. Ethan did his best to squirm against it in the tight space. He replayed everything that happened over and over again, wallowing in the moment until finally every muscle in his body spasmed and in strong, proctracted pulses that seemed to pull from deep down within him he came harder than ever before. He bit his lip to wrestle against the powerful sensation as the thick ropes of cum pumped out his cock and immediately mixed away in the churning chyme. Then it was over, and he relaxed.

Then it was over. But it wasnt, was it? He was still exactly where he was. The euphoria of the orgasm subsided and his mind was once again sober. He began to take the reigns of his senses again and lay still, noticing things that his mind seemed numb to in the haze of lust. First thing he noticed was the heat. Fuck it was hot. Like searing hot. He felt like he must be profusely sweating but he was too immersed in her digested lunch to tell for sure. This was the first thing to set a panic in him a little. It was way way too hot to enjoy this, in fact he thought the heat could cook him alive like a giant fleshy oven before anything else did. Now that the arousal was gone all that was left was that nihilistic realisation of what it truly meant to be dead, and the panic began to grow.
And still he remained, crushed tightly into a ball, no sounds but the wet churns of the remaining digestive tract ahead of him and a dull beating that had slowed from the pounding of her orgasm to a steady resting metronome.
In all his fantasies he'd just sort of gently drifted to sleep after he came, but now realised that without the need to breathe he had to wait until he died from actually being digested enough that his body could no longer sustain him. His mind was losing the fight with his panic now. He thought about what she'd said.
"...after you've spent the night slow-cooking in my belly. Hm, or more like Sunday morning. I think you'll take a little longer to fully digest..."
Jesus, two nights? Every second felt like a minute and he was going to be slowly churning through her guts for two nights?
By now he'd only just noticed that the scalding sensation on his skin had gotten worse so gradually it had crept up on him. It felt like really bad sunburn already, and the churning friction of her earlier lunch was beginning to feel like sandpaper.
And every second it got worse. Every second.
He had to get out. This was stupid. He didnt want to die. He had to get out right fucking now.
He opened his mouth to scream but all the breath had been crushed from his lungs. Instead, the contents of her stomach filled his mouth. He trashed and retched and tried to get it out. The soft tissue of his mouth immediately blistered. In the shock he opened his eyes just for a microsecond. He saw nothing but darkness anyway. The stinging was indescribable. Like bleach was poured into his eyes. Overcome with panic and unable to even cry out he convulsed at the embrace of her stomach while it quietly churned him.

Nola was laying on her side, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She squirmed slightly and moaned in the slight discomfort of her overfull stomach. Even after cumming she was still horny, just at the knowledge that a good fifteen minutes has passed and she could still feel faint struggles. Both of them settling in for a long weekend together