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~Orca Occupant~

Written by: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARING! Contains: Male (Feral Orca) on Male (Human) Willing Oral Vore (Soft), Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors!]

Closing the creaky door behind myself, I exit silently into the night on naked feet. My palms are sweaty, my breath is ragged, and I immediately have to lean against the cold door to try and calm my nerves that have been on edge ever since I arrived at work this morning. The closer the time came for me to enact my plan, the more stressed I became. Not because I am scared of what I have planned, of course not, it’s quite the opposite in fact. My nerves became so frazzled that I was jolting in fright when people spoke to me, and I was asked countless times by colleagues if I was truly alright throughout the day.

I work as a marine tour guide at “Neptune’s Refuge”, one of the largest aquatic parks on the south-coast, and with how nervous I’ve been today, it was easy to notice just how off my game I was when leading people around. But with everything that I have been planning for the last two months, it’s no wonder.

You see… I have always had an immense love for the ocean, and all sea critters within it, so working at an oceanarium was kinda an inevitable career path for me. I really do love my work, more than anything else in my life. I get to spend the entire day with the aquatic mammals, explain them to people who are usually just as enthusiastic about them, all while spending the whole day in the sun and water! And if I wasn’t enough to convey my love for this place, I spend every other waking moment of my free time at the marine park!

Heh, my boss thought I was a bit too enthusiastic when I first started here, complaining I’m working too many hours, but after the first month of my employment, she finally understood that I wasn’t some creep without a life and chose to loiter around here in hopes of stealing their equipment, and that I truly just love this place and all these animals. And as a bonus perk from my frequent visits, and many hours of overtime, it has led to me having pretty free reign of the facility, which has only further assisted with the plan I have slowly been putting into motion~

Pushing off the door and walking into the open habitat, I smile to myself as I clutch the straps of the bag on my back that contains the equipment I just stole from the storage room. The sound of the waves crashing on the other side of the facility bring with it the strong sent of the ocean, and despite it being mid-summer, it keeps the breeze flowing through the moonlight night nice and cool.

Before me, lays the habitat of the star attraction here at Neptune’s Refuge. The enclosed area is maybe three-hundred metres wide from left to right, by far the biggest exhibit we have. The entire far end of it consists of white bleachers raising halfway up the building on the other side, more than capable of fitting thousands of people. Even more impressive is that on slow days, the stands are almost always packed!

Taking up a majority of the space between me and the bleachers is an enormous seawater tank. It is approximately fifty feet deep, and cleaned daily. Three of the far walls of this giant tank are painted a rich and deep navy blue that contrasts nicely against the white colours on the surface, while the entirety of the wall, somewhere below my feet, is nothing but reinforced glass. There are walkways built underneath Neptune’s Refuge that offer an unobstructed view of the tank, giving those not willing to sit in splash zones a very different view of its inhabitant.

The remaining space between this tank and the building behind me consists of a white paved walkway leading towards a shallow pool to my left and a small open area to my right with cupboard. This unobstructed pool connects to the tank itself, it is exactly ten feet deep and painted a vivid aqua blue. It’s used for when trainers interact with our star resident, but primarily for check-ups to make sure he is in tip top health. Trainers are known to swim with him during shows, but he typically preforms alone.

Looking out across the cold waters that ripple in the wind, I smile to myself while I observe the white board that trainers use to handfeed fish to our superstar. Heh, I recall the first time I ever came out here perfectly. My heart leapt through my throat for not just watching how elegantly the tanks inhabitant preformed, but the sheer size of him was more than enough to send a quiver through my groin.

Closing my eyes and taking one last deep breath of the ocean air, I steady my nerves and nod to myself assuredly. Walking to the far right of the habitat, I place my bag down before the small cupboard used to store fish and various items for the show and pull out the goodies I stole. They are top of the line apparatuses used primarily by our deep-sea divers and surprisingly, were much easier to steal than I had anticipated.

Both of these devices come from a company that once focused solely on medical studies, but have over the years branched out into mechanical wonders that mystify and amaze people. And of course, burn household holes through their wallets, but the benefits of owning these devices far outweigh the price.

The first item I have “Borrowed” is known simply as “gRills”, and is a futuristic breathing apparatus. It’s made of a milky, skin coloured silicone, that in all honesty, looks like those rubbery boob cups models use to augment their breasts. Holding the squishy device in both hands, I can’t help but marvel at it. The apparatus is triangular, with rounded edges and looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. Despite appearing like something that would normally try to lay eggs in your chest while hugging your face, beneath the rubbery surface of it is a plethora of impossibly intricate machinery that turns this silicone jellyfish into fully functioning artificial gills. A true wonder for our modern world!

I’m not too certain on all the intricacies of how it functions, but the gist of it is that the gRills is able to convert various compounds in water to breathable oxygen. It also has a compact storage vessel within that is capable of retaining an entire day’s worth of breathable air! So long as you remember to charge it in a very special saline solution, of course. This invention has changed so much for divers around the world that I doubt we could function properly without them anymore. The gRills are sleek and sticks to your face like a suction cup, making wearing it as effortless as adorning a facial mask, and unlike the “Skorkl” we were subjected to before this came out, it’s much less clunky. I mean, I have my own OXYlung at home, but that damn thig is heavy and is just as awkward as the Skorkl. Jikken Industries have really taken over the market with their inventions, and this piece is a prime example of their genius.

The second item I stole is not as impressive as the gRills, but still just as imperative to my plans. It’s called an “Esca band” and is basically a fancy headlamp with goggle. It has three straps to keep it secured to your face, and a flat part with a rounded light that sits in the middle of your forehead, and despite not being as impressive as the gRills, it is a thing of wonder. It’s just as weightless and has no need for batteries, nor can any part of it be destroyed by overuse. The Esca band is made of the same rubbery substance as the breathing apparatus, and despite expecting it to pull at my hair like rubber would, the band fits so snuggly around your face that you actually forget your wearing it.

The illumination capabilities of the Esca band are what make this device so sought after. It’s self-powered and requires no batteries, nor charging. Much like the gRills, I’m not certain how it exactly works, but the Esca band converts particles in shadows to produce light. The darker it gets, the brighter the band will shine. And it’s nothing like a headlamp that only has a single beam of concentrated light coming from your forehead. The entire headband itself shines. Sure, the front where the circular light resides radiates brightest, casting a beam of light outwards, but the entire headlight illuminates everything around you in an almost magickal white light.

I set these devices aside and pull out an orange pill bottle from my backpack and grimace. Unlike the other two objects, I bought this damn thing myself. It may have taken me half a freaking year to save up enough money for it, but if I am to believe the things I’ve read about this pill on “Vore & Maw” then it is by far the most important item I have with me today.

The large purple pill contained within is another of the wonders from Jikken Industries. It’s called “Taeru”. The tablet in question affects the nervous system in a very particular way that some might consider dangerous. Firstly, this was supposedly invested for soldiers who went into battle, and while it worked as intended, it ultimately caused too many casualties with how effective it is. Nowadays, it is sold more on the black market and used in various other drugs.

The properties of Taeru are quite amazing. While it doesn’t completely remove your sense of touch, it numbs your nerve receptors from pain to the point we had soldiers continuing to fight as if their legs weren’t just shot off. Broken bones? Pshaw! Soldiers would keep going with just as much gusto. Punctured lung? Ha! Taeru took care of that while our boys in blue took care of the enemy! But this wonder of a pill that numbs pain proved to be far too detrimental for military use for the very reason it was invented. The problem was that soldiers would keep fighting, even while their bodies were in the process of dying, and despite the advantage this gave, we lost too many soldiers to consider it a success. Buuut~ That doesn’t mean it hasn’t been used in many other more, wonderful, ways in this kinky day and age we live in~

Placing these objects on top of my backpack, I look over my shoulder, smiling like an idiot before I stand up and start to undress. Once I’m fully naked, I fold my clothes and store them in the bag before taking out a bottle of water and swallowing down the oversized tablet. After cringing from the horribly bitter aftertaste as it momentarily gets lodged in my throat, I shove my backpack into the cabinet and gather my equipment before making my way over to the water.

Peering into the endless blue that reflects not just the powerful floodlights shimmering over the water’s surface, but the moonlight overhead as well, I spot him. He is just casually swimming in the depths of the tank, none the wiser to what I have planned with him.

Closing my eyes and taking one last sigh, I carefully dip my legs into the side pool, set my equipment on the rubbery edge of it and ease myself into the salt water. It’s cold, and I can’t help but cringe as my testicles try to pull back into my body, but I’m no stranger to moonlit dips in this pool, so I know this discomfort is only temporary, and soon I will be surrounded by more warmth than I’ll know what to do with.

With one arm still resting on the soft edges of the pool’s edges and turning to face the tank properly, the ripples I make in the water are more than enough to lure over the unsuspecting superstar of Neptune’s Refuge. I watch with hitched breath as he swims from the depths and effortlessly into the shallow pool. His breadth and absolute monstrous scale only causing my grin to widen as he heads straight to me with a happy call I know all too well. Nudging me with his enormous snout, I laugh at the genial approach as he sniffs my hand for the customary snack I should rightfully be hiding.

James: “Heheh~! Sorry, buddy! I don’t have any fish for you today. In fact, I have a much better treat I plan on feeding you~” The massive marine mammal looks to me in confusion with his dark sapphire eyes, I rub my hand across his rubbery skin affectionately and despite my lack of midnight snacks, he leans into the touch happily.

Before me, is the star of Neptune’s Refuge himself: Leviathan. Leviathan is an overgrown, and very friendly, thirty-two-foot orca whale. He is thirty-one years old, weighs twenty-two thousand pounds, and is a little over a metre and a half to either side, excluding his flippers, obviously. He is strong, obedient, and always a very hungry boy~ Heh, we often joke about how the orca must have eaten all his sibling’s food to get this big. Secretly I’d tell myself how he probably ate his siblings to get this huge.

As the killer whale nudges my hand in search of his favourite halibut snack I bring him every time I visit, I take the chance to admire the flawless black and white pattern covering his mass. It’s smoother than anything humans could ever imitate and gives him a very intimidating appearance. Yet, the deep sapphire gleam of his friendly eyes betrays the fifty conical shaped teeth residing inside his mouth when he cries out in disappointment at my lack of fish. I can only smile before planting a quick kiss on his wide snout.

James: “Don’t worry, buddy~ I have a much better snack for you today~” Leviathan looks to me with a curious gaze as I swim along his side, gently running my hands along his smooth body. He immediately hums in delight, seemingly forgiving me for my lack of midnight treat and accepts my reciprocation of his second favourite thing.

Leviathan sings joyfully and makes clicking sounds as I trace my hands along his warm and rubbery flesh. He all but rolls over and wags his tail in contentment for my touch. He’s particularly fond of belly rubs, so after taking a quick and deep breath, I dive under the water and submerge myself beneath his thousand-kilogram body and sensually trace my hands across his white stomach. The orca’s cries echo through the water like a siren’s song, his tail periodically swishing as I bring him pleasure in a way only I know how. Most people are a bit too rough when petting him, but I know Leviathan enjoys soft and slow touching. So much so that I can already see his eight-foot cock emerging from his cloaca on my left.

The first time I saw Leviathan’s monstrous cock I couldn’t look away. It’s pink like the insides of his mouth, has a black colour at its base, and is crowned with a flared head similar in many ways to a horse dick. I quickly blink away my trance from his dick, returning it to my rubbing of the killer whale’s stomach even as my own erection makes itself known. Looking down, I momentarily entertain the idea of slipping on my gRills and finally trying to impale myself on such a monster of a penis, but without having properly prepared before my arrival, I know that I won’t even be able to insert his enormous head. Besides, my previous urges are much more pressing than my need for orca cock~

After placing a quick kiss on Leviathan’s soft stomach, as my promise of fulfilment, I return to the surface, unable to control the stupid grin on my face. After combing my blond hair back over my head, I continue to explore the killer whale’s body with my sensual touch. He in turn continues to hum and sing, drowning in the pleasurable sensation as he dick no doubt continues to twitch below the water’s surface. This big boy can never get enough attention. I could float here all night, just feeding him fish after fish and rubbing him for hours on end and Leviathan would never tire of it. Heh, he’s such a loveable guy~ Honestly, it makes me a bit nervous for what I have planned. Seeing as he is so smart, Leviathan might yet reject my offer, but then again, he is so smart after all, so all I need to do is present what I’m planning to do in an alluring way.

So continuing with my petting for a while longer, I move from flipper to flipper, taking deep breathes and caressing his underside, and touch Leviathan all over as both a prelude for what I have planned and also to get him in the best mood possible. All the while, my cock has remains just as rock hard as his, but I dare not touch myself yet. I will get relief soon enough, and don’t plan on ruining how marvellous that release will be with a quick jerk.

About thirty minutes pass before I can no longer handle my thoughts screaming for me to get on with it, but what truly pushes me to swim back towards Leviathan’s face is the new feeling blooming in my spine. At first, I think perhaps it is hesitation tingling in my back, as if my mind is trying to get me to back out before I go too far, saying this is ultimately a bad idea, but I soon realise it must be the Taeru kicking in. The feeling is cold, colder than the water, it starts from the nape of my neck and runs into the crack of my ass, immediately leaving a weird numbing feeling in its wake. Pinching myself reveals no change in sensation, so I can only hope I haven’t bought a dud.

James: “So, buddy… I have something I’d like to discuss with you. Just hear me out before you decline, alright? I know you will enjoy this just as much as I will, okay?” Leviathan looks to me with those same curious, loving eyes of his, all but tilting his head to the side as he regards me.

James: “So… I really love you, ya know that, right?” As if to confine this, the orca presses into my hand and hums one of his softer tunes of affection. I respond by pressing my forehead to his and giggling like a schoolkid.

James: “So here’s the thing–” Taking a deep breath, I try to recall my rehearsed words and look him straight in the eye as I pull back.

James: “I want you to eat me.” As if receiving the full breadth of my words, down to the very emotion I feel as I say them, Leviathan’s song quiets.

James: “I love you so, so much that I can’t handle this feeling anymore. I dream about becoming one with you, about sinking inside your guts and allowing you to take me completely that even my waking hours have become filled with these visions.” My dick twitches, and I have to gulp to calm myself.

James: “I-I know… You’re too kind to ever conceive something like this on your own. You’d never think of hurting any one of us here.” He all but nods, my look softening as I place my hands on his face reassuringly.

James: “But each day that passes, this pain inside of me only grows… It hurts so much, so viscerally, that I can’t stand it any longer. And I know the only way I could ever alleviate this ache is by having you eat me.” The look in Leviathan’s eyes tells me he understands what I’m saying, I can practically see the gears turning in his head as he listens to me rant.

James: “The very first time I saw you? You remember that? It was love at first sight for me. I pressed my hand to the glass, and you happily swam up to me and nuzzled the other side as if to assure me you felt the exact same way…” Blushing, I playfully rub his snout and he reciprocates it with a chortle.

James: “And ever since that moment, my love for you has only grown. First, I couldn’t wait to see you again. Then I couldn’t wait for my shift to end so I could come and swim with you–” I chuckle softly to myself as I recall all the times we played in the water. He’d use his weight against me, but if he saw I was struggling, Leviathan would always rush me to the surface on sure flippers.

James: “And then, after a while, even being with you ever single day wasn’t enough to satiate this desire I had to be close to you…” My voice falters and Leviathan is soon upon me, nudging my chest with his giant snout as he tries to bring me comfort. I smile sadly as I continue in a demure tone.

James: “Slowly, this feeling of love started to hurt me… Not because I feel these things for you, quite the opposite in fact… They started to hurt me because I couldn’t get close enough to you…” Sighing out, I try to focus my thoughts and articulate my feelings by looking up at the full moon.

James: “It got so bad that I spent an entire week sleeping here, right beside your tank, until of course Regina told me she caught me creeping around in the dead of night like some fish thief.” I chuckle softly as I recall watching myself tiptoeing through the passages in order to use the bathroom and vending machines, indeed looking like some eighty’s villain. Thank goodness there aren’t any camera’s out here…

James: “Soon petting you wasn’t satisfying enough, and no amount of kissing your wet nose could fulfil me, I even thought maybe we could–” I cut myself off from my rant as the ache in my chest becomes too much to bear. I know he’d probably be all for us having sex, but I could never truly satisfy him that way. But feeding myself to him… I know I can satisfy not just my own longing, but I can fill him in such a way that he has never known before.

James: “It’s just… This is what I want buddy… I need this so much that even though I feel absolutely terrible for asking this from someone as kind-hearted as you, I have no choice but to ask it…” I sigh out and return my gaze to his.

James: “I want you to eat me, buddy. I want to become a part of you like no one else has ever been before. I need this. And… I-if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, I-I’ll understand. I just… I can’t endure this pain. So please… Do you think it would be alright for me to ask something so selfish?” Leviathan’s gaze falls from me, and he gets this thousand-yard stare in his eyes that I hang upon.

The large orca has always been very expressive, and I know it’s not just his elegant tricks or handsome face that draw people from miles to come watch his shows. Leviathan is extremely smart, even amongst other killer whales. We had him tested and his EQ was somewhere like three point eight, which considering dolphins are in five margins, are pretty impressive. Even more so was when Jikken Industries inquired about running further tests on him, but sadly, in the end it never came to fruition. The owners of Neptune’s Refuge didn’t want to subject any of the animals here to something like that. And I guess I understand. Jikken industries does have some bad rumours hanging around them.

I am brought from my thoughts as Leviathan’s eyes return to me, and as they skim across my face, it’s almost as if he is searching for something he couldn’t find on the other end of the habitat. I peer back into his dark sapphire eyes, feeling my face flushing hot the longer our eyes embrace, feeling as if my love for this beautiful creature might just explode if we hold our gaze for too long. After maybe five minutes of remaining silent in this lover’s-like gaze, Leviathan releases what sounds like a reluctant tune of compliance.

James: “R-really? You’re certain you’d be okay with this, buddy?” I ask while scratching his chin and rubbing his forehead. The orca hums again, and I can tell he’s not entirely happy about the idea, but understands where I’m coming from. Perhaps Leviathan realises he’d continue to unintentionally cause me pain if he were to reject my request? And I hate to put him in a situation like this, but I have no idea how else to deal with this longing. It’s all I’ve been able to think about lately, and so long as he’s abiding it to some extent, I just know that by the time I’m filling out his gut, he will change his tune.

James: “Thank you, buddy… Thank you so much… I can’t possibly tell you just how much this means to me…” I say while affectionately pressing my forehead to his and breathing out a sigh of relief.

James: “Alright. I know this might be scary, but trust me. You are going to like this just as much as I will–” It’s as I say this that I realise I nearly forgot something very important I needed to tell him.

James: “Right… Uhm, buddy? I just want to caution you on something. I have no doubt that you’re not the type to harm anyone intentionally, but after we do this, it might… Awaken, a hunger in you. So I need you to listen to me very carefully now.” A cry of understanding leaves his throat and I try to relay my worry as best as I can.

James: “So… There are other people out in the world who think the same as me about being eaten by a big handsome orca like you, but… Most people would disagree with this line of thinking, and that could potentially put you in danger.” Steeling my nerves, I continue as clearly as possible.

James: “Look. If someone ever approaches you one day and asks you to eat them, I implore you to go for it. In fact, after you feel how great it is to have your belly stuffed with me, I doubt you’d even think twice about it!” I snigger as I imagine how his hunger might grow in the future. About how I might just be able to awaken this pushover’s inner predator.

James: “But this is why I must caution you. After you eat me, you might get a taste for it. And that means you could consider munching up anyone that comes into your tank, thinking that they want it just as much as me.” The confusion in his eyes is more than enough to tell me that’s exactly what he was assuming.

James: “But you can’t. Please promise me, buddy. Promise me that you will never eat another human unless they ask you to. Because if you do, the owners might consider you to be dangerous, and then… Then th-they’d release you back out into the wild…” A hollow feeling forms in my stomach at the thought. Leviathan may have been born out there, but the orca has been in captivity for so long that I fear he’s grown far too soft for the outside world.

James: “I am very serious about this, buddy. You need to promise me that no matter what, you won’t try swallowing anyone else unless they come to you like I am.” I say while gesturing around at the empty habitat.

James: “There is no one here, no one to catch us, which means that you won’t get in trouble for swallowing me whole. But if someone were to see you eating me…” I sigh out shakily while rubbing his face gently.

James: “I don’t want to get you in trouble… But I can’t handle these feelings anymore, buddy… So… I know I’m asking a lot… But I can promise you that you won’t get caught this time. Just… In the future. Be smart about it, alright?” Leviathan seems to mull over my words for a moment before setting his gaze upon me in an affirmative look and releases a hum of approval.

James: “Thank you, buddy… I know you’re a smart boy, I just have to make sure that you’re safe when I’m no longer able to watch over you.” I chuckle with a wink and boop his snoot.

James: “Not that I won’t be around~ Once you eat me, I will be able to become a part of you forever! And who knows~ Maybe I will become some of the fat on your back so I can literally keep watch over it~!” I wink once more, and despite how corny it is, erupt into a chorus of giggles.

Looking to my equipment on the side of the pool, and sparing a glance at Leviathan, I move to the edge properly and fiddle with both devices to make sure they are all set. The Esca band is actually glowing a little, so I know its fine, and the gRills doesn’t seem to be damaged. Looking over my shoulder, I find Leviathan watching me with a curious gaze.

James: “Oh right, these–” I say while raising both objects to show him.

James: “Are going to make the experience better for me.” I reach under the water and pat my belly with a nod of my head.

James: “Also, I took a pill so that I won’t feel any pain. So you don’t need to worry, alight? I’m going to be alive and kicking right to the very end~!” Despite not understanding the implications of what pain digested food would endure, Leviathan appreciates my reassurance nonetheless.

Taking one last breath of the salty outside air, I strap the Esca band to my head and cover my mouth and nose with the gRills. It momentarily sucks on my face like pair fat lips trying to draw the life from me, but soon eases into place. Running my hands over my features, the gRills is streamline against my skin, making it almost hard to find the seams. And as for the Esca band, if it weren’t for the slight glowing of it, I might not even realise I am wearing more than fifty grand in equipment.

Turning to face Leviathan, I splay my arms out to either side and show off the equipment. The gRills aren’t foreign to him, as I’ve worn it around the orca before, but he seems momentarily enamoured by the glow of the Esca band. I chuckle and rub his snout.

James: “Alright. So just follow my lead and you’ll be fine, okay, buddy?” I draw back his attention through my muffled voice and see his recognition.

James: “I’m going to climb into your mouth headfirst, and I want you to swallow me like you would a really big fish, alright? Just gulp me down as quickly as you can!” I’m not too worried I won’t fit, as we once fed him, through much persuasion and research on my part, a five-foot muskie fish. And considering I’m five-five, he should be able to swallow me down, no problem.

Leviathan starts to reluctantly open him mouth but I stop him with a hand on his snout as I release a heavy breath, realising I won’t have another chance to see this oaf’s handsome mug, and just need a moment to take it in one last time.

James: “I’m going to miss you buddy… But after today, we will never be apart. Once I slip into your gut, I will slowly become a part of you. And no one can ever take that away from us.” I hug Leviathan, pressing my body against his enormity and subduing the tears that try to spill, for I’m not sad to finally be doing this, but remorseful he won’t be getting the type of attention I give him daily. Hopefully they hire someone just as enthusiastic about him as I am. That thought evolves into one where I imagine another guy doing this exact same thing a few months down the line after falling in love with Leviathan.

James: “You’re going to be fine, buddy. No, you’re going to be great! You’ll see~ When you and I become one, you won’t have to feel lonely ever again, because I will always be with you!” I scritch the sides of his face and nod as I imprint Leviathan’s features into my mind.

James: “Alright, buddy… I think I’m ready. I just… Know that I love you, alright? Never stop being the handsome big boy I fell in love with, okay? If you can do that, I know I’ll have made you happy…” He sings in response, nuzzling my chest and almost knocks me over in a flurry of giggles.

James: “Alright, alright, alight~ I know I’m just prolonging this, but I can’t get enough of your handsome face~!” I smooch him on the nose through my mask and wriggle my eyebrows, receiving another nudge from him.

James: “Okay. This is it. Just keep calm and try not to move around too much once I’ve slip into your forestomach, alright? It’s going to take a while, but eventually your crop will push me out into your main stomach, and when it does, I’ll make sure to start rubbing it from the inside to let you know that it’s safe to do whatever you want, okay?” He nods in confirmation, and I take a deep breath before looking to Leviathan and issuing a final nod and wat him tilt his head back and open his massive mouth.

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Before me yawns the absolutely gigantic maw of Leviathan. Set with fifty rounded teeth and a tongue wider than my body, the sight of the orca’s mouth opening with the sole purpose of ingesting me is a sight that has more than just my breath hitching in my throat. I gulp, my dick twitching as I observe the supple pink flesh of Leviathan’s throat. He has a black, cow like pattern adorning the pallet of his mouth and a singular black spot closer to the opening of his throat that only encourage me to think of the similarities adorning his cock. And when the killer whale curls his tongue in either anticipation or trepidation, I almost cum on the spot.

I reach out and hold the edges of Leviathan’s broad jaw, running my fingers between his lips and teeth as I stare into the contracting throat that is slowly starting to hypnotise me. My need awakens amidst the hesitant voice crying out in the recesses of my mind that tells me this is a bad idea and pushes me forward. Running my palms along the orca’s supple lips, I edge my face forward towards the pink tongue curling on either side and press my face into the squishy mass. Leviathan twitches, but otherwise doesn’t move. His breath starts to increase upon my insertion, and I feel its warmth washing over my face with each lungful. I can’t smell it with this mask, but it always smells like fish. What I do feel is the heat, and it only continues to call me forward.

With practiced ease from having climbed in and out of his pool more than I can count, I use my upper body strength to hoist myself form the water while simultaneously throwing my body onto the supple tongue awaiting me. Leviathan jerks as soon as I land with a wet squelch and his yawning throat immediately tightens. I know he is still hesitant about doing this with me, but I’m certain that once I round out his belly, the orca will be happier than he’s ever been before.

James: “Tshu tshu tshu… It’s alright, buddy, just relax. I’m here with you.” I say calmingly as I rub my hands along his lips, Leviathan’s rounded teeth brushing over my wrists as I do. My lower body is hanging outside his mouth, and I can feel my painfully erect cock pressing into his chin. It’s taking a lot of restraint to not just throw myself forward and start climbing into his throat, but I want Leviathan to enjoy this too, so I take my time to calm him down.

It doesn’t take long to feel his body stop tensing, and as he relaxes, so too does the inviting throat open again. I find myself staring right down into the dark tunnel of flesh before me, unable to control my hips that start thrusting into the orca’s chin as that deep craving within me starts to take over again. I experimentally slide over Leviathan’s slippery tongue a few inches, my chest filling with his spit as I edge closer and easily slip even more of my body into his maw. My penis is literally the only thing that keeps my legs from sliding in after me, and despite desire all but taking my cognition form me, I find a moment where I’m able to continue reassuring Leviathan that everything is okay by rubbing the inside of his mouth as gently as I can.

This is… More than I could have ever imagined it to be. I’ve never touched the inside of the killer whale’s mouth before, and it’s freaking amazing! Okay, once or twice when I fed him a fish, but never for more than for a second. His gums are hard and warm, yet silky smooth, tongue supple and wet, yet coarse, and the constantly expanding flesh of his throat opening is by far the most inviting sight I have ever seen~ I gulp, feeling my longing quickly outweighing my need to comfort Leviathan.

James: “Alright, buddy… Just let your body take over, alright? I promise everything will be okay. Just trust me, and be the powerful predator I know you are~” I kiss his tongue through my mask and wait for his singing call before moving forward once more. Raising my hips and pulling myself forward, I shove my entire body into the orca’s mouth and come face to face with the hot, expanding flesh of his throat.

Every instinct inside of me is urging me to lunge into the hungry flesh, but I chose to do it slowly so I can ease the killer whale into the sensation. First, I glide my hands across his smooth gums, over his teeth, along his hard pallet and then to the entrance of his throat. It instantly coils and tightens at my caress, but expands after a few gentle encouraging rubs, and once it does, I gingerly guide my face toward the warm flesh and calmy press my head into it.

Leviathan doesn’t flinch this time, and as soon as I push my face into the dark tunnel, the Esca band on my head does its job perfectly. Illuminating the endless tunnel of flesh before me as if caught in daylight. There is maybe a foot and a half of space separating the slime covered walls in a circular shape, every ring of muscle lining the endless tunnel is practically call out to me. My heart rate picks up monumentally and starts to pound in my chest so hard it moves my body, but I make sure to try breath as evenly as possible and allow his throat a moment to adjust to my shape.

Ahead of me, between the undulating spit covered walls of pink flesh, I hear Leviathan breathing through his blow hole. I can tell he is nervous, but the longer I give him to adjust, the more I hear his rattled breathes steady. The walls encasing my face are gripping my flesh as if asking “Why did it take you so long?”, but after another moment where I can hardly believe the sight before me, I feel Leviathan’s body once more relax. I don’t waste this chance to push myself further along his tongue, a moan escapes from behind my mask as my dick scrapes along the velvety flesh of his tongue and I only stop inserting myself once my shoulders press against the opening of the orca’s throat.

Leviathan seems to be more accustomed to my body sliding into his throat than I expected, for I can feel his throat muscles momentarily contract and briefly squeeze too forcefully around my neck, but soon relent and welcome more of me to slide in. Outside, I continue to rub the parts of Leviathan’s mouth I can still reach and continue to ease him into the feeling, and before I know it, I feel as my shoulders effortlessly pop in.

My body starts to fold inwards at this point, into a shape more befitting of his throat. My shoulders pull up towards my neck and head sinks into my body as I continue to crane my neck so I can observe the tunnel stretching out ahead. I wriggle forward in this new position, ever so slowly pulling myself deeper into the orca’s throat, one centimetre at a time. It’s just as I start contemplating this might be more difficult than I first thought, when the walls surrounding my face suddenly contract and I feel myself being sucked inward with a strong gulp!

I gasp! Surprised as the killer whale’s body decided to take over, and even though I can’t see his face, I have no doubt that Leviathan is just as shocked as me. My surprise is quickly taken by a grin as my earlier hunch is all but conformed. It doesn’t matter how uncertain the killer whale seemed before, I know he wants this just as much as me~ I try once more to tell Leviathan to let his body take control, and I’m not certain if it’s my constant caressing of his mouth or his body urging him to gulp me down, but the killer whale makes another gulp and sucks in my entire chest!

I moan out once more, my dick twitching powerfully against the orca’s tongue as the powerful appendage beneath me moves to caress my body as soon as I’m lodged up to my elbows. Leviathan’s tongue curls and wraps around my legs, shifting against my painfully erect cock with each movement it makes. The orca is defiantly enjoying this with how he’s licking me, and despite how low his song rings right now, it vibrates around me in an almost deafening sound, but this only adds to the pleasure I’m feeling. Hearing his voice this close is just as passionate as being surrounded by his warm flesh is.

As Leviathan continues to curl his tongue around my legs, seemingly enjoying the taste of my body and the sensation of having me lodged in his throat, I find myself mindlessly humping into his tongue in unison of his agile movements. I have been on edge since before watching his cock emerge from his cloaca, and have in all honesty been saving myself up all week, so while looking ahead of me and deeper into the dark tunnel of flesh I will soon descend, undulating and pulsing with life, it doesn’t take me much to reach my peak while humping.

My whole body goes ridged, legs kicking out as my cock erupts more powerfully than it ever has in my entire life! As if understanding my ecstasy, the killer whale joins in with his own song, his powerful voice drowning out my moans, deafens me with each vibration, and sends my pleasure to new heights. My entire vision goes white as goosebumps thrash across my skin and it feels as if my very soul were trying to ejaculate from my cock!

Everything becomes hazy, I am caught between the undulating walls, the vibrations in his voice, the mindless euphoria rushing through my head, the convulsions of my body as jets of sperm shoot from my dick and literally lose time as I cum all over Leviathan’s wriggling tongue.

As soon as the last glob spurts from my prick, I am instantly spent, and even as he greedily laps it up and slathers my legs in my own juices, I just cannot find it in me to move. However, I am not allowed to enjoy this moment where I feel like I reached nirvana through ejaculation for long, for instinct seems to drive the orca. With my body becoming absolutely limp in his hungry maw, it must register as me surrendering to my fate, for the killer whale’s throat starts to contract and swallow, drawing me in as if slurping up a limp noodle!

With my dick still painfully hard, my arms pressed firmly to my side, and Leviathan gulping me down, he inhales me all the way up to my bellybutton in no time and shows no signs of slowing! He echoes out a song in a tone I have never heard from him before. It’s not just filled with satisfaction, but satiated in a way only a predator can feel after having caught their prey. A side of leviathan I have never seen before seems to have awoken just like I expected. He’s a soft and kind-hearted orca, but hearing this hunger in his voice, it draws out my submissive side something fierce and my cock pushes out a few more spurts just from hearing the sound of his domineering voice alone.

My hips soon slip in with the rest of my body through a powerful swallow until only my calves remain outside the killer whale’s mouth. His tongue briefly laps at my feet, almost as if to say goodbye, my toes curling in the aftereffect of my orgasm, and while he indulges in a final tasing of my flesh, I look down into the dark tunnel before me. My mind is alive in a way it never has been before, flashing with a billon synapse sending a slew of signals to my brain, all of which are filled with pleasure. Every part of my body feels awake as if before this very moment, I never truly knew what life was. The sight of his pink and fleshy tunnel, the sound of his heart thumping beneath the powerful walls that cling to me, the squelching sound of his spit soaking into my skin, and the feeling of being embraced by heat on all sides. Every neuron in my brain explodes with more ecstasy than I felt even while cumming.

I moan, wriggling in delight as I watch globs of his saliva eb from wall to wall and drip across the slick tunnel as if making way for me. I try to touch the insides of Leviathan’s throat in gratitude as my voice fails me with each panting inhale I take. I feel lightheaded as I realise my dream is finally coming true, the sight of it happening before my very eyes making me feel as if I could cry with how much joy fills me right now.

I am not left in place for long, for my breath hitches as Leviathan both raises his head skyward and takes a very strong gulp at the same time! His jaws close behind my legs right as my feet slide into his throat, stealing me from the world forever with predatory instinct as his body puts me where I belong.

The Esca light is doing its job just as wonderfully as the gRills is. I’m able to see each ring of muscle contract over my face as the powerful flesh squeezes me out into the depths of his body with each audible gulp. The feeling of being embraced on all sides by wet, slimy, strong and warm flesh causes my mind to reel with pleasure in an almost mindless way. I feel like I could remain here withing the folds of his oesophagus forever and never tire of the sensation.

Much to my surprise however, my head pushes out into a wider chamber, and I’m momentarily caught off guard by the sudden release from his powerful muscles. Shit, I’ve reached his forestomach already? Either I was so lost in pleasure that I didn’t realise how quickly Leviathan was swallowing me, or it’s a much shorter journey than I thought.

The throat squeezing my body doesn’t relent as I’m caught in realisation, I’m squeezed out into the orca’s crop with little effort, and once my shoulders slip in and I’m able to pull my arms free from the slimy oesophagus, I practically slide in the rest of the way. My back is forced to arch, my knees are pressed into my chest, and all at once, I find myself curled up into a ball and embraced by the smooth walls of Leviathan’s forestomach.

I very nearly pat the walls to let the killer whale know I’m alright, but remembered that I can only do that once I reach his main stomach as to signal him that he can move around freely. I think of relaying my safety through words, but doubt he can hear me from in here. Instead, I sigh out in a feeling of complete satisfaction I have never known before. I feel relief as if I have been standing on the edge of a cliff for my whole life, and once Leviathan swallowed me whole, it feels as if I have finally taken that last step over the edge and leapt from it. My heart is racing, my dick is still painfully hard, and that feeling of bliss has not once having left me.

I feel Movement happening from outside the fleshy sack and soon realise that Leviathan must have moved back into his tank. I know he won’t exert himself till I give him the all-clear, I just hope his crop won’t hold me for too long. I don’t want to risk hurting him, after all. Feeling around with timid movements I hope won’t come across as caresses, I find the sphincter leading to his proper stomach and feel how much smaller it is than the one that sent me here. I mean… He ate that muskie, surely it can expand wide enough to take me?

After resting my hands back at my sides, I find my thoughts drifting away from worry and into the pleasure that’s still coursing through my veins. It feels as if my brain has overdosed my body with ephedrine and dopamine, for everything feels amazing. Every touch of flesh against flesh, every noise from inside and outside, every sway, every thought, it’s awoken my brain as if I were being chased in the wild, hunted by a predator that I have already willingly given myself to before the chase even ends. I can barely believe it. After all these years, my dream of becoming one with Leviathan is finally coming true, and it’s more than I could ever have imagined it would be!

The crop I’m curled up in is much wetter than I anticipated. Through the Esca band’s goggles, I can see and feel the difference in liquids sloshing around me. There are the thinner parts I have no doubt is water he ingested along with me, and then more viscous globs, slightly bubbly but transparent, which are definitely the orca’s saliva, but then there are these really gloopy parts. A honey like substance coats the inside of the killer whale’s forestomach that only seem accumulate with each passing second. These are the juices that will predigest me and prepare his stomach for my entry. It’s almost like being marinaded.

My dick twitches at the thought of digestion. The idea of being melted down and turned into sustenance that will not just fuel so mighty an orca as Leviathan, but become part of his body forever is… It’s the culmination of all the things that have led me to this point. I feel as if fate has drawn me to this very moment, that applying for this job three years ago was meant to end with me right here, inside the body of a giant killer whale. All those feelings I developed for Leviathan were but a prelude of the love I would experience and the devotion I am now finally able to show him. I find myself snuggling into the crop, savouring the sensation of his pre-emptive juices soaking into me as his body warms me up as if I were some midnight snack stolen from the fridge and thrown into a microwave.

But I am not left to enjoy them for longer than ten minutes, for I am drawn from my drifting thoughts when I feel movement from above my head. Something starts to pucker like a pair of fat lips before gently start to suck on my head, tugging on my hair like an aggressive lover. I quickly understand what is going on and waste no time in allowing my body to become as limp as possible. I encourage Leviathan under my breath, feeling my cock twitch in excitement, still as rock hard as it was before I came.

I bite my lip as the yawning sphincter above me widens, crawling over my head hungrily and soon slips over my face like Leviathan’s throat once did. I can’t help but moan in delight as it slurps me up even more easily than his oesophagus did. And considering I’ve been basted in copious amounts of thick crop juices, it’s no surprise.

Being drawn into another tight tunnel is somehow even more delightful than it was passing into the orca’s throat. I thank all the stars, all the gods, and evolution for allowing killer whales to be structured like this. It’s a treat to be squeezed out into a secondary tunnel so constricting and so hungry as Leviathan’s. Almost as if it were structured for voraphiles~

I am quickly gulped all the way over my shoulders, the sphincter even more ravenous than the one ladled with teeth. I moan in delight, listening to Leviathan’s voice echoing my own pleasure as I am sucked into the tight tunnel and eased through it quicker than I would like, for before I’m able to properly enjoy it, my head once more pops free into a much wider chamber than before.

Blinking in surprise while looking around the space, I see the inside of Leviathan’s stomach. The squirmy worm like folds of rugae lining it are a tell-tale sign that this organ is more than capable of breaking me down into chunks of meat than the contrastingly smooth crop. I smile idiotically as my body continues to be spat out into the new sack.

The transition is much smoother, and with the added help of the slightly yellow liquids from the forestomach, I am quickly pushed out into the orca’s main stomach and once more forced into a much looser foetal position. While the relief I felt as I slipped into Leviathan’s crop felt like dropping a heavy stone into a pond and hearing as it thumps the bottom, this sensation is every more exquisite. I feel every muscle, every bone, every part of my soul unravels as I slump into a feeling of fulfilment I bet only people who retire comfortably after a hard life of work are able to experience.

The call of Leviathan is what truly snaps me from my reverie, I quickly realise he must have felt me sliding into his stomach and is more than likely worried about me. I quickly press my hands to his stomach and gently start to caress his belly in the way I know he likes, only difference is than this time I’m doing it from the inside. And judging by the cadence of his song, I can tell that Leviathan is enjoying it even more than usual.

James: “Thank you, buddy… You did a good job. I can hardly even believe I’m here.” The killer whale echoes my euphoria in a call that makes me believe he might even have heard me. I know they have incredible hearing, so maybe?

James: “Can you hear me, buddy?” I ask tentatively, stopping my massaging and speaking as clearly as possible. He responds almost instantly, a blush working to my face for reasons I can’t rightfully explain. Perhaps because this means he heard every moan I made? Maybe for how much more intimate this has become now that we can still talk? I lean my face against the squiggly flesh of his stomach either way and nuzzle the inside of his organ.

James: “Hehe~ You’re amazing, buddy, you know that? You swallowed me like a real champ! If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you’ve done this before~” He responds with one of the songs he normally uses when we play, one I’ve come to find is his cheeky response.

James: “That felt good, huh? You enjoyed swallowing me just like I said you would, right?” I ask teasingly, and it takes a second for the orca to respond, but when he does, I swear it almost sounds bashful. I reply in kind by resuming my caressing of his slippery stomach walls and he all but purrs in delight.

As I nuzzle, rub, and press myself into every fold my half curled up body will allow, I become painfully aware of how erect I still am. Without being able to control myself, and falling once more into the throes of lust, I slip a hand between my legs and start touching myself in tandem with the walls.

I am long since covered in all manners of warm liquids trapped in here, so I’m slipping and squelching with each motion I make, the sounds of which only seems to amplify the pleasure erupting in my mind. My skin is overly sensitive in the same way my dick normally feels after rough sex with too little lube. Every caress sends waves of goosebumps across my skin and entices moans from my mouth.

I become absolutely lost in these feelings. They take over and soon my world becomes images of pink flesh dripping stomach juices, my tangles limbs fighting to touch everything around me, and flashes of white pleasure burning across my vision that make me think my brain might actually be short circuiting with how much euphoria I’m experiencing. The warmth of Leviathan’s stomach, the sight of his stomach walls, the faint sound of Leviathan’s heart thumping, the sensation of the orca happily rolling around in the water, joining in the ecstasy I feels with each movement I make. It soon becomes too much for me and I cum again, in record time.

I literally scream as the first ejaculation shoots from my urethra with so much force that it actually hurts! The following shots are just as strong, erupting far more sperm from my dick than I ever knew I was capable of! I don’t stop cumming for what feels like an entire minute, and when I do finally stop, I fall even more limp than a boneless fish. My brain washes over numbly as every cell in me feels akin to a billion lights being turned on and off in quick succession. The world falls from me and all I can make out is the distant song of the killer whale, sounding as if it were further away than it should be, and the touch of the warm flesh embracing me from all sides. And before I know it, I’m losing consciousness, and everything goes black.

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My eyes slowly flutter open, my vision blurry and thoughts fogged as I gradually become aware that my entire body is rocking as if I were caught in undulating tides. The first thing I see is pink flesh, folds of rugae fold over one another and drip thick yellowish goop from their thick walls. The liquid kinda reminds me of concentrated fruit juice, but far, far thicker.

The rocking continues as I’m trapped in this sleep like daze, and as I lay here, feeling as if the motions may yet rock me back into my previous state, watching the walls move, I begin to understand they belong to one large sack I seem to be suspended in. At first, I think I am dreaming, for this very sight is a recurring dream I often have, shamefully usually ending with me waking from a wet dream, but the longer I look, figuring that I’m lucid enough to understand what dreams are, I unclog either of my ears with my pinkies, listen to my surroundings carefully, and finally realise that this is no dream at all. And with that thought, all at once, everything leading to me arriving in this warm chamber comes crashing down like a physical weight.

I jolt, pressing my limbs out in all directions as my surprise is met by joy and confusion and quickly embraced by a fulfilment I never knew I was missing from my dreams. Leviathan jolts too, his voice crying out in clear worry for my sudden movements. My hands struggling to hold against his undulating walls quickly ease and I do my best to rub the shifting flesh as it continues to fold over itself and rub my skin sensually.

James: “O-oh, shit… Sorry, buddy, I guess I kinda passed out there. Hehe~ That orgasm was just so intense~” The orca cries out again, still sounding distressed. I quickly summarise that he must have been worried I had left him without even saying goodbye. I hastily reassure the killer whale by rubbing the wet folds of flesh with both hands more deeply, hushing his song through my voice.

James: “I’m sorry, buddy, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” I say calmly while pressing my face into the living flesh. Leviathan is silent for a moment longer as I caress the inside of his stomach, and despite sounding like he’d like to remain upset with me, the orca is as easy to forgive as always, his song quickly changing tune to one of forgiveness. Usually, I’d have to make it up to the orca by treating him with an additional fish, but I think the fulfilment he feels right now with me plumping out his stomach is more than enough to make up for scaring him. Leviathan sings a happy song and rocks my chamber more by swimming around merrily.

James: “Hehehe~ Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet you’ve never felt this full in all your life.” Leviathan responds by twisting and turning as he hums a content tune, clicking and more than likely telling me I couldn’t be more on the mark.

James: “I’m happy I could bring you that feeling, buddy.” I kiss his stomach walls through my mask as the killer whale continues to tell me just how great it is to have me inside him. I wonder if he would have swallowed me without so much hesitance if he knew this is how it would feel?

It seems his stomach is also more than willing to tell me just how much it enjoys being stuffed with my form, for the organ embracing me on all sides seems to pick up its pace and undulates more heavily, even becoming noisy as it moves. Peristalsis starts to set in properly, almost as if Leviathan was waiting to make sure I was alright before allowing his body to start digesting me. I wonder how long I was asleep for?

Running my hands along the walls as they continue to move in a rhythmic motion, folding over like pink waves of flesh that brush against every inch of my naked form, I find them thick with viscous liquid, strong like the arms of a lover, yet soft like lips gently peppering me with kisses. The stomach juices surrounding me are kinda yellow in colour, like thick mucus, and stickier than honey. It kinda reminds me of that taffy I left on my dashboard. Taffy I made the mistake of trying to eat. It clings to my flesh like glue and oozes through my fingers like molasses.

As the killer whale’s stomach continues to churn noisily, groaning in obvious anticipation of breaking me down, the orca himself carries on singing about how great he feels to have swallowed me, and perhaps even what happened while I was passed out. And as I lay here, smiling like an idiot listening to his lover retell the story of his crazy day at work, I became acutely aware of a throbbing between my legs. Doing my best to fight against the insanely strong muscles embracing me, folding me into the shapes it wants, my hand finally embraces my dick and I find my cock to be in the very same state it was before I blacked out. Maybe even harder. I’m so erect that it hurts! And with my legs now parted, the fleshy walls of Leviathan’s stomach have no trouble in brushing over my sensitive penis which is more than delighted at the velvety soft touch of the groaning walls.

My moan of delight causes the killer whale to go silent and his joyful swimming to cease, and when he calls out again, it’s in concern.

James: “I-I’m alright, buddy, sorry. Seems like I’m still pretty hard. Your stomach just feels so good~” I try to reassure him as he more than likely fears I may pass out again, but the tone of his voice as he next speaks surprises me.

James: “O-oh? Are you sure? I can ignore it if you want to talk, I’m enjoying listening to you after all.” Leviathan hums once again, in that same reassuring cadence he just used, clearly telling me that he either doesn’t mind if I jerk off again, or that perhaps it feels nice to have me squirming around in his belly. I take only a short moment to debate this before giving in.

Feeling unbelievable frisky, I grin as I begin to wriggle, twisting my spine side to side and using both my arms and legs to rub every possible section of his stomach that I can reach, making sure that he enjoys this just as much as I am. The result is instant, for Leviathan cries out in a loud sound that vibrates the walls even more than they are capable of undulating. I chuckle haughtily and double down on my caressing of his flesh, licking the inside of my mask with each sound he makes.

It’s incredibly difficult to press into Leviathan’s stomach, the muscles lining the walls are insanely powerful. I always knew they would be amazingly strong, but I never imagined just how powerful a stomach could truly be. My fingers bend in a way that should rightfully hurt when they get caught between the folds, and my legs bend to the point that less muscular ones might have broken, yet nothing seems to hurt as I continue with my massage. I’m quickly reminded of that Taeru pill I took, and as I recall it, I finally notice that my skin is slightly blemished. There are some pink spots here and there across my flesh, and some angry looking red ones that look like rashes, and with each consecutive brush across these raw parts of my skin that should rightfully have me howling in pain, they only seem to cause my dick to twitch in delight.

Against all instincts that should have me fearful and panicked for my life, the rush of endorphins that fills me are those of excitement and pleasure. Watching my dream unfold before me, being brought closer and closer to the end with each wave of flesh that rubs the skin from my body, coating me in digestive juices that will slowly but surely break me down into chyme, it’s… It’s more than I could have imagined it would be. I moan unabashedly as I suppress the urge to cum right on the spot, and instead focus on bringing Leviathan the most pleasure I can, while I still can.

I wonder how his stomach must look from the outside? Could someone see my hands and feet pressing into the rubbery flesh of the killer whale if they were to look into his tank? Fuuuck, that mental image makes it increasingly difficult to halt my sperm from spraying from my dick. Luckily for me, I’ve had much training with edging, so as long as I don’t lose focus, I’m not going to blow another load till I’m ready.

I continue with my massaging of his powerful stomach, sometimes losing my grip as Leviathan’s gut is far stronger than I could ever hope to match. They have no inclination to be gentle, or to worry they might be hurting me. The orca’s stomach has one purpose and one alone. And seeing as I filled his stomach so willingly, there is only one use for a big piece of meat like me. It would seem I have been stewing in his slimy digestive juices long enough, for the killer whale’s stomach plans to live up to its owner’s name.

I am moaning alongside Leviathan as I do my best to match my movements with that of his gut, he is swimming joyfully and occasionally rolls around, which causes my whole world to spin, but I do not relent. My face slaps into his squishy flesh before I am thrown on my back again, but I don’t dare stop rubbing every inch my absolutely drenched hands can reach.

I know Leviathan gets hard from me rubbing his belly from the outside, and with how much louder his cries are right now, I have no doubt he is feeling even more pleasure from this sensation coming from within. I wonder if I could get him to cum if I continue?

My answer comes swiftly, as not only does the orca call out in one of the most deafening cries I have yet to hear him make, but every muscle in his stomach contracts! I am caught by the walls mid-caress and am squeezed back into a foetal position abruptly, but his stomach doesn’t stop there. With my knees pressed into my face, my feet are awkwardly forced to curl backwards with my toes literally pressing into my shins! My one arm gets caught behind my back in the same motion, and I actually feel the very moment my shoulder makes a loud popping sound and snaps from the socket! Meanwhile, my other arm is pressed so tightly into my side with my wrist folding over my forearm that I have no doubt it too was just broken.

Yet, no pain greets me. Even as darkness takes me when the fleshy stomach walls overlap my face so forcefully that it curls me so close towards my knees I fear my neck may break. However, all these sensations are beyond pleasurable, and the combination of the danger and the obvious sound of the killer whale reaching his climax from my touching culminates into a feeling of ecstasy that nothing I’ve yet to experience can match. My dick twitches like mad and with no hope of stopping it, shot after short of hot sperm ejaculate out at an alarming pace! Every curve in his voice, every twitch of his stomach muscles tightening, they all seem to be in control of my orgasm, for my body follows the cues of Leviathan and erupts as if following orders from a dominant male.

I’m not sure how long I am kept in the throes of my orgasm, all I know is that when I do finally come down from my unbelieve, mind numbing high, I cannot move. I unfurl with as the stomach allows me to and lay limp inside Leviathan’s belly like an abused rag doll, incapable of even trying to ascertain which bones he broke while cumming. And it’s not a moment into my prolonged silence that the orca himself begins to worry, for his voice cries out anxiously once again.

James: “I-I’m here, b-buddy, just… Just give me a m-moment.” He sounds relieved after my response and seems to settle down just like I do, falling into the afterglow. Yet, his stomach has no intention of relenting, for the furious pace that had subsided through the clenching of his abdominal muscles picks up right where it left off. I am tossed, turned and sloshed around to the whims of the powerful organ without pause.

As I lay in the afterglow from cumming for a third time, unable to resist the whims of the killer whale’s stomach, I experimentally try to move different parts of my body to assess the damage. The results of which immediately surprise me. My right shoulder is without a doubt dislocated, I can feel my arm tugging behind my back in an unnatural way and I can’t seem to move any muscles in it. I’ve dislocated my shoulder once before while surfing, but having my arm stuck behind my back and constantly being pulled is a different feeling than what I remember. More so, the lack of pain is what surprises me. While there is this numb, almost sensitive feeling to it, I am in no pain whatsoever.

I realise too that my left wrist is just as broken. Like my other arm, I can’t move my fingers, and it keeps flopping around more than an over theatrical gay dude’s wrist does. Without the use of both my limbs, I am sorta stuck in whatever position Leviathan’s stomach deems necessary, and with the way his organ is moving into overdrive, I am not going to be able to clean all the gunk being forced into my ears.

My feet are the final parts of my body I realise have been broken. They flop back and forth, almost slapping into my knees each time. It’s a foreign feeling, scary even, but I can’t say I hate it. However, I’m not sure how to tell Leviathan I’ll no longer be able to give him the belly rubs he loves so much…

We remain in silence for a while longer, time drifting to a point I have to stop my eyes from closing as the rocking once more lulls me into a sense of security and to sleep. Over the course of this time where I luckily don’t pass out again, Leviathan’s stomach really starts to work on breaking me down. Not only does it feel like an oven in here with how warm his stomach is burning, but peristalsis has set in so heavily that I feel as if I were thrown into a washing machine. The orca’s stomach rolls me around like a hard candy in a toothless maw, lapping every inch of my flesh and drowning me in the copious amounts of stomach acids, and with each tug it makes at my arm, I fear I may not have many coherent moments after this. So clearing my throat, I rub my face against the killer whales stomach to draw his attention.

James: “Hey, buddy?” He responds instantly, sounding like I woke him. Shame, he must be tired. Not only has the orca been up all night, but his stomach is full, and he just came, but if I don’t say my goodbyes now, I fear I won’t have another chance to thank Leviathan.

James: “Listen, buddy. It’s late, and I know you’re tired, but before you go to sleep, I just want to tell you one last thing, alright?” He must have picked up on the finality in my voice, because he cries out in almost panic.

James: “Hey, hey, hey, listen here.” I say sternly, yet comforting enough to slow his heartbeat while I rub my head against the incessant stomach walls that won’t relent in their undulation for even a moment to allow me one last conversation with the killer whale.

James: “I… When you wake in the morning, I probably won’t be able to speak to you anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m not with you, okay?” There is a momentary pause, but he sounds out his understanding, causing a smile to don my face as I continue.

James: “I am going to become one with you. When you wake up, your body will have already broken me down into large chunks of meat, but that doesn’t mean I will be gone, it just means that we will become even closer than ever before!” I reassure him, deciding to not skim over the gruesome details he no doubt understands on some level.

James: “And before that happens, I just wanted to say… Thank you. Thank you for letting me into your life and for being around all these years. I love and wish only the best for you.” Leviathan’s voice perks up upon that, humming out his response in what I can only assume is reciprocation.

James: “You’re going to go far, buddy. You’re going to become bigger and stronger, and people will continue to come from all over to see you preform!” I chuckle, planting a kiss on his stomach through my mask.

James: “And one day, when another trainer arrives to take care of you, I want you to be smart about how you interact with him. No doubt I’ve awoken a new hunger in you. So remember your promise to me, alright?” Leviathan agrees with a cheerful song that makes me worried he doesn’t understand what instinct is truly capable of making him do.

James: “Just remember, I’ll always be watching you from now on. You don’t want to disappoint me, right?” He responds more sheepishly this time, that juvenal tone disappearing from his voice at my stern statement.

James: “Hehe, I know you will, buddy…” The stomach’s constant churning and remoulding of my body is making it hard to focus as my dick has yet to go flaccid, and with how my legs are being pushed to either side of my torso, almost all the way into my armpits, I feel like a clam having been split open and lapped at by an eager and giant tongue.

James: “A-alright, buddy. I will let you sleep now. Just let your body do what comes naturally, okay?” He hums tiredly, and I can tell the orca is only half listening now. Something I used to scold him for in the past, but considering the evening he had, I think I can let it slide one last time.

James: “Good night, buddy. I’ll see you soon, alright?” I get only a half response as his now very active stomach does all the talking for him. Loud gurgles echo around me, just as powerful as the orca’s voice and steal what little air was in here within seconds. Soon, only thick and viscous fluids remain in the killer whale’s stomach. The air having slowly been drained and replaced with stomach juices while I’ve been caught in the afterglow. The liquids are filled with frothy bubbles, and some are yellowish, while others are more coagulated, translucent fluids. I settle in and allow the stomach to twist and treat me like a piece of meat as I recall all the good times I’ve had with the killer whale.

I am not sure how much times passes where I am simply enjoying the sensation of being worn down by the orca’s stomach and remembering all the moments we had together, but I am roused by the weird tugging of my arm. A tearing sound echoes off the walls and as I try to locate my disfigured shoulder by turning my head to the side, I see only a stump left in its wake, bleeding profusely and dying the stomach juices a bloody red colour.

James: “…” I’m half torn between shock and awe at the sight. I can still feel my arm behind my back, awkwardly being rubbed against me by the walls, but looking at the stump is… I want to say it makes me feel excited that this is finally happening to me, but in reality, I wish I had more time to enjoy the wonderful feeling of being in here.

I sigh out from beneath my mask as I focus my thoughts. I have no regrets in my decision of having Leviathan eat me, quite the opposite in fact, but I really thought this might last longer. With how profusely my shoulder is bleeding right now, I doubt I’ll retain consciousness for much longer. I wish I could at least move one of my limbs and be allowed to caress Leviathan’s velvety soft stomach one last time, but I’ll have to be content with compensating by using my forehead to nuzzle him.

The arm stuck behind my back doesn’t stay there for long, soon I watch in amazement as it swirls around me and is pushed onto my chest by the powerful stomach, and I’m not ashamed in any way to say that when my disembodied hand touches my still painfully erect cock, I cum again. My ejaculation is much less powerfully this time around, and lasts even shorter than usual, but it still feels amazing. Every part of my body feels overly sensitive from how much skin has probably been scrapped off, and that must go doubly for my dick.

As I ejaculate for what will be the last time of my life, I feel one of my feet detach from my ankle and join my arm in drifting around me body, pressing into me at odd angles, the broken bones stabbing into my flesh as Leviathan’s gut continues to break me down into chyme. I smile as that slight trepidation of reaching the end faster than I would have liked is slowly replaced with an overwhelming feeling of fulfilment.

James: “This is it… I’ve done it…” I sound out softly, feeling increasingly dizzy with each second that passes, slowly becoming filled with a silly kind of joy as hypoxia sets in. Soon I will be nothing more than a lump of broken bones, dislocated body parts, and bleeding flesh. Leviathan’s stomach will churn me down into fuel for this amazing body of his, and I will be nothing but lumpy goo, filtered out into his guts, and one day cleaned from the tank walls along with all the other scum.

I am not able to keep my eyes open as my thoughts and focus soon become too clouded. And while no amount of blinking helps in clearing my vision, the smile doesn’t fade from my lips. I allow my eyes to close on their own, my thoughts becoming ridiculous and making no sense as I embrace the warmth of the orca’s stomach. The roiling, peristalsis, gurgling and rocking of his guts keeping the smile plastered on my face as I hang on for as long as possible, enjoying every last second I can drain from the sensation of being digested.

I wonder if this is how people feel when they fulfil their dreams? Giddy and like a child that wants to jump and dance around. I seriously doubt achieving any aspiration in the world could compare to this sensation. I feel like I’m floating on the softest of clouds, drifting on a boundless sea, traversing through the widest of fields, and becoming one with all I am meant to be. I feel complete in a way I always knew I was missing in life. The feeling of my body being torn apart and broken down to feed Leviathan’s ravenous hunger is everything I thought it would be, and more.

I sigh out, my breathing slowing down till I’m not certain if I’m even inhaling or not. My cognition becomes even more addled than before, my thoughts drifting to random things that aren’t important as my body starts to twitch and convulse from an obvious lack of oxygen.

Amidst my wayward thoughts and twitching form, I realise this is it… That I am finally going to become one with the orca. Once I am nothing more than bloody chyme, his body will start to absorb me, turn me into fuel and dispose of what remains. And then, no one will ever be able to part us from one another.

I smile weakly as more than just my vison starts to darken. I feel the final slithers of my life falling from me as cognition fails in tandem with the orca’s stomach breaking me apart, the velvety walls embracing me as if to reassure they will take care of me and that all I have to do is let go. And I do so happily and without question. I’ve gotten all I could ever hope for, right here in belly of a killer whale. I couldn’t feel any more fulfilled than I do right now as I become one with Leviathan… Forever…

~THE END~