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It seemed like a perfectly normal activity for someone to do, but Izaiah couldn't get his mind off the sneaking suspicion that people around him thought it was weird. Lots of people went to the zoo. What was so weird if he did it alone?

This wasn't the first time either, some of the zookeepers even recognized him by this point. He just loved watching the animals... well, not just any animals, he would be lying if he said he didn't spend most of his time around the crocodile pit. Something about the crocodile that resided in the enclosure fascinated him. Most of the time, he visited during or after 12pm, right around lunchtime for the crocodile. This was not by chance either. Izaiah Reveled in watching the croc feed on the variety of foods given to it. From frozen fish to thick slices of raw beef or pork, Izaiah watched in awe and curiosity as the crocodile swallowed it all down, mostly without chewing.

During recent visits, the crocodile would tend to spend more time around the edge of the enclosure, closest to Izaiah. This began to happen increasingly often after the crocodile had finished a meal. It would float along towards Izaiah, just his head peaking out from the clear water until it reached the wall next to Izaiah. The crocodile seemed to know what he wanted to see, turning over to show its bulging scaled belly, letting Izaiah wonder silently about the trapped morsels within. He couldn't help but begin to wonder what it would feel like to be under those scales, trapped within the slick, fleshy confines of the large crocodile. He thought about if the crocodile would bite him or swallow him whole if it got the chance. Surely it would tear him apart. The crocodile wouldn't do anything that made it uncomfortable. That's what brought Izaiah back to reality, the teeth and the biting strength. Just as he could vividly imagine himself curled up inside the stomach of the croc, he could just as easily see himself rended in two or three by the powerful jaws of the massive beast below. It gave him shivers.

Every time, he would visit and watch the crocodile eat and digest its meal, the thought of teeth stabbing into him itching at the back of his mind, keeping him from embracing his curiosity. That was until one day, apparently on the crocodile's birthday, when an entire pig was laid out on the feeding grounds. People gathered around to watch the crocodile eat, but it never did. It circled it a few times, nosing at it, before walking away and spending time under a tree. Everyone left, obviously disappointed that the crocodile wouldn't tear into the pig. Izaiah stayed to watch the croc, curious as to why it wouldn't eat. It was definitely hungry. Every other day, it ate anything that landed in front of it with ravenous precision and speed, but today was different.

Izaiah looked around the enclosure, noticing that nearly everyone had left, save for one or two people who had stumbled onto the enclosure as they passed by. Soon enough, they left as well, leaving only Izaiah and the crocodile around. That was when the crocodile stood up and walked over to the pig. It aimed the pig so that it's entire body could be seen from Izaiah's position. It then grabbed the feet with its jaws and pulled it in. Izaiah expected to hear a snap of bones as the croc chomped down, but the sound never came. Soon enough, half of the pig was within the crocodile's mouth, the throat swelling slightly as it swallowed for the first time. Izaiah watched with fascination as the crocodiles tongue slipped out of its mouth, wrapping around one of the shoulders of the pig and pulling it in. It was eating the damned thing whole. Izaiah couldn't believe his eyes, the pig was nearly the size of him, and the croc was swallowing it with ease. The itch that the croc would snap him in two vanished as did the pig, which swelled the throat and stomach of the crocodile as it closed its mouth around the pig's front feet.

With a splash, the crocodile swam his way over to the wall, as per the regular ritual. Izaiah stood, slack-jawed as the croc rolled over, showing of the massive swell in it's belly. Izaiah looked at the crocodile's face, trying to understand how it managed to swallow the massive pig whole. The croc stared back, almost grinning in a smug fashion, before running the massive wet tongue along it's teeth. Izaiah had a perfect view of the crocodiles gaping maw and seemingly endless gullet. The soft pink tongue lolled out lazily as the beast gave Izaiah a view into it. It was almost like it wanted Izaiah to be captivated.

Izaiah could not sleep for the life of him that night. He tossed and turned as he relived the events of the past day over and over in his head. He needed to see what it was like.

The next day, he arrived early in the day, right when the zoo opened. He walked quickly towards the crocodile enclosure, hoping that his early visit would reward him with an empty viewing area. Most of the zookeepers and security had not even had a chance to enter this part of the zoo yet. They were still making their rounds and getting everything ready for the day. Izaiah arrived at the enclosure, just as he hoped, alone. The crocodile noticed him arrive, almost as if it had been waiting for him. It swam over silently, the water making subtle waves as the massive body of the creature waded through it. The crocodile made it to the edge of the wall like usual, before rolling onto its back. The croc's belly wasn't as round today. It had not eaten. Izaiah hoped that would be the case. He looked at the crocodile, seeing a claw come up from out of the water. The claw motioned to come closer. Izaiah couldn't believe his eyes. The croc seemed to know what he was here for.

"Come on in, I don't bite."

Izaiah's eyes widened. The crocodile had just talked to him. He gulped as the full extent of the request was processed in his mind. Was he really going to go through with this?

"I've seen you watching me for a long time. I know what you're thinking about, you know. You're right there for every feeding show and long afterwards... always staring at me. You seem rather curious of my inner workings, are you not?"

Izaiah nodded his head, barely able to utter a word. He pushed what he wanted to say out against the immense pressure of mental barriers. "Y-yes. I-I think about you a l-lot."

"Hmmm," the croc mused, "And what might you be thinking about that causes you to come watch me eat everyday. Might it be the way I swallow everything whole or lick my lips after I finish? Maybe it's the thought of my gaping jaws or bulging belly. Or maybe it's the thought of what it would feel like to slide_down my gullet and fill that space, _become_the reason for my _distended stomach."

Izaiah was taken aback. The crocodile had his thoughts down to a tee. "H-how do you know those things?"

The crocodile smile knowingly. "You're not the first to gain such an interest. I've met others like you. All of them found out what it feels like to slide down my gullet," the croc patted his stomach, "and they all ended up here in the end. Wouldn't you like to as well?"

Izaiah felt his heartbeat quicken. He nodded his head vigorously, desire overcoming his initial fear.

As if in slow motion, he watched his shirt flow over his head and his belt buckle unlatch. He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants, tossing them into the enclosure, leaving nothing behind. His body jump the guard rail while the back of his mind tried desperately to stop himself from jumping into a crocodile pit. Izaiah slid down the side of the wall and into the water. His mind gave in, knowing it had just lost the battle.

The crocodile stood up on it's hind legs, towering out of the water, easily 6 or 7 feet above him. Izaiah looked up at the massive reptile who looked back at him hungrily.

"You're going to fit just fine," the croc said, pulling Izaiah close against his stomach, almost sizing him up.

Izaiah looked at the large midsection, realising that he would be on the other side of those scales soon enough.

"I can't wait to see how you taste."

Izaiah gulped, a mixture of fear and excitement pulsing through his body. This was really happening.

The crocodile opened his jaws wide, giving Izaiah a close up view of his maw. He had never seen the crocodiles mouth with such clarity. Hot, wet air escaped the jaws of the croc as it exhaled. Izaiah wanted to jump in right then and there.

"I'm going to enjoy you." The croc said, letting his tongue roll out of his mouth to slather against Izaiah's fur. The crocodile licked up and down, leaving trails of slick saliva as he went, rumbling in satisfaction at the Sergal's taste.

"Mmm, you taste delicious. I think it's time we got a little closer." The crocodile said, smiling and licking his lips. He grabbed Izaiah by the midsection and pulled him out of the water, positioning him above his maw, which gaped wide in anticipation of the imminent meal. Izaiah felt the now familiar sensation of wet warm air under him. He grabbed his tail, pulling it up between his legs. Fear had begun to seep into his form as he stared down the rippling abyss of the croc's throat.

"I-I don't know about this anymore." Izaiah objected.

The crock chuckled. "Don't worry, you don't have a say in that matter anymore."

The warm tongue first made contact with Izaiah's feet, licking and tasting before he was lowered in farther. The croc rumbled as Izaiah's legs were engulfed, the jaws closing around them gently, so as not to cut through with sharp teeth. The crocodile suckled at the legs, leaving most of Izaiah's body out in the brisk morning air. It was a bizarre feeling having his legs inside the warm confines of the crocodile's mouth, gently being sucked on. The croc seemed to be enjoying himself, drooling slightly as he tasted his catch. Izaiah felt himself become slightly giddy at the thought of being good tasting to the large predator.

Then, suddenly, Izaiah was pulled in up to his torso, the crocodile sucking him in like a noodle. A wet slurping sound emanated from the croc's lips as the tongue slid along Izaiah's body, covering every square inch of it.

Izaiah belonged to the Crocodile now. There was no denying that. He could feel his feet beginning to be engulfed by the esophageal muscles.

Another wet slurp, and another foot farther into the croc's eager gullet. The crocodile went back on all fours, letting the top third of Izaiah hang out of his mouth. Izaiah grabbed the roof of the croc's snout for support as he was left hanging. The crocodile opened it's mouth once again, lifting his head up and letting his throat relax. Gravity did the rest of the work, letting Izaiah slide into the fleshy tube. He turned his body over, grabbing onto the bottom jaw of the crocodile, pulling himself up with his arms until just the bottom of his legs were in the relaxed throat, before the croc took hold of the legs with his throat muscles. The swallowing force was immense, pulling Izaiah back to where he had been in one gulp. Izaiah grabbed at the jawline, slipping off as the tongue had slathered saliva on his hands.

The croc leveled his head out one last time, letting Izaiah lay limply on his tongue as his midsection was tasted. The tongue tip pf the croc curled up and lapped at Izaiah's face as he lay there, trying to get a response from his exhausted prey. Izaiah looked out at the enclosure one last time, his view framed by the teeth of the predator that surrounded him. Then, the head tipped back up, letting Izaiah have one last glimpse of the sun before the jaws closed slowly around him. Gravity once again became his enemy, relentlessly pulling him down the crocodile's throat. He gripped onto the tongue, trying to find purchase on anything he could. The spongy tongue provided no support, and just succeeded in giving the croc an extra taste before he sent Izaiah plunging down his gullet towards his belly.

GLOMP! The sound echoed around Izaiah, a squishy wet slippery sound, but bassy and hard when the swallow grabbed onto him. All he could feel was flesh surrounding him, kneading into him with rippling undulations that slowly brought him towards the awaiting belly. This was his new home. The crocodile was now his entire world.

The croc enjoyed every second of the experience. He reveled in the feeling of the small sergal struggling in his mouth. It was fun letting him try to escape before swallowing him down. He rumbled with delight, still tasting the sergal on his tongue.

Izaiah felt his body stop moving through the crocodile. He must be in the stomach. There wasn't as much room as he imagined, but it fit him alight, albeit a little cramped. He felt around the walls of his chamber, pushing against them. The walls moved with him, absorbing every motion he made. The crocodile could be heard rumbling low as he was massaged from the inside.

The crocodile swam around its enclosure before submerging itself underwater. He liked to spend time at the bottom of his pool whenever he was working off a meal. This sergal was no exception, filling him quite nicely.

Soon, the struggling stopped and the sergal lay still from exhaustion. It was time for the crocodile's stomach to begin the long process of breaking down its food.

Like many before him, Izaiah was reduced to a gurgling soup of nutrients for the large crocodile. If the croc played his cards right, maybe Izaiah wouldn't be the last.

The crocodile let out a satisfied BURP as the last bit of air escaped the crocodile's belly. The air having a distinctive delightful sergaly taste to it.

THE END