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~Anaconda’s Appetite~

Written By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (Feral Snake) on Male (Human) Oral Vore (Soft), and Suggested Digestion.]

As the full moon starts to rise over the forest, I store my clothes in my tent and waltz up to the camera with nothing on pep in my steps. The night is warm, the grass is soft beneath my feet, and with being right next to the Víbora river, there is a pleasant breeze that washes over me while I make some final adjustments to the cameras setting before looking across the scene that it’s focused on.

Before me is a clear and open space filled with grass that sits right along the river’s edge. I am stood at the verge of a dense rainforest and can practically feel the humidity seeping from it as the sounds of night begin to awaken within. But I am not afraid. For despite having forgone my campfire tonight, I have been trudging through this jungle to reach this spot of a very specific reason.

A year ago, I had learnt of a giant anaconda living out in this section of the amazon, and after much preparation, planning and an excruciating excursion through the jungle, have finally reached the epicentre where I can finally fulfil my deepest and darkest of fantasies.

There has long been rumour of a monstrous anaconda living out in this forest, something the tribesmen call “Quetzalcoatl”. They claim he has preyed upon the hapless for centuries and that in ages long since passed, was considered a god and offered sacrifices so that their villages would be kept safe from his wrath. And while I don’t believe in any of this superstitious nonsense about godly serpents, the evidence of a larger-than-life anaconda was more than enough for me to spend everything I had to make it this deep into the amazon.

Standing naked and feeling the warm breeze brush across my dangling testicles, I start my breathing exercises and can still faintly feel the effects of my late afternoon yoga session. I was never one for working out in any way, but the lure of the anaconda had me planning out how best to prolong this experience, something I now hope to do thought yoga.

While I may have changed my diet, started jogging every morning, taken multivitamins every day, and done anything in my power to assure that I’m as healthy as possible, the greatest key to assuring my plan plays out as intended will by far be the things I’ve learnt through yoga.

Breathing in deeply, I look out across the open space and with a final nod, set the camera to record before I casually walk over to the middle of the field, exposing my backend for the film, and lay down in the bristly grass as I continue to steady my focus.

I need to keep my breathing as balanced as possible or this isn’t going to work. If Quetzalcoatl were to find me with my heart beating in the anticipation of what all serpents do with prey, I am almost certain to be constricted. And as indulgent as the idea is to be squeezed by his powerful coils, I don’t want to die before I get to experience the feeling him swallowing me whole.

I start going into a meditative state as I exhale, and almost instantly, am able to slow not just my breath, but my heartbeat too. I had considered taking carisoprodol, a muscle relaxant, Betaxolol, a beta-blocker that would have helped slow down my heartbeat, diazepam, which would have helped me relax even more, and morphine to further stunt my breathing, but other than wanting to experience this fully cognisant and aware, I didn’t want to risk introducing such chemicals into an anaconda. I have no idea what it would do to him.

The one thing I did splurge on are OMX-CV pills, which are essentially oxygen tablets. And while they might not be the breathing apparatus I had briefly considered, that would defiantly have ensured my consciousness for much longer, but at the same time risk damaging the snake’s insides, the added oxygen in my blood from these tablets, combined with me keeping my breathing and heartbeat under control, should be enough to help me last as long as possible. While the whole point of this is for me to live out my lifelong fantasy, I don’t want to hurt such a mighty serpent. In fact, I’m hoping my sacrifice will be able to sustain him for months to come!

The first time I ever saw a picture of the infamous Quetzalcoatl, I had thought it a hoax, a trick. I mean, a fifty-foot snake that looks to be around eight-hundred pounds and perhaps a metre-and-a-half at his wides point, surely seemed fake at the time. But with my continued research, and having surveyed the area by satellite and drone, the effort has brought results that I could only dream of.

As a photographer, I’ve spent my life taking pictures of countless animals in the wild, going to great lengths to immortalise the most beautiful of species, all the way from the cold Artic, to the vibrant forests of Japan. But the moment I took my first picture of an anaconda, I was… Enamoured. I just couldn’t get enough. I became obsessed in a very short period of time, and that curiosity I had as a child where I wondered how it would feel to be eaten alive, quickly evolved into a desperate need. A starved dream to live out modern-day vore.

I’ve spent the last year preparing for this in so many ways that I’ve completely neglected all my other responsibilities. So much so that my boyfriend of three years broke up with me six months back. And while his absence did stunt my development, and put a few things into prospective, it was this very act that had me realise just how important this desire had become to me. If I am willing to neglect the only man who’s ever loved me and still think about the anaconda swimming though Víbora river more than him, then my priorities are obvious.

My thoughts are brought back to the present when I hear a splash, and while it has my heartbeat spike, I am able to regain my previous meditative state and quiet every cell in my body so that I can listen, feel, and focus on my surroundings. And as I do, it’s not hard to notice that I am no longer alone.

Slithering… I hear the grass parting as something heavy begins to emerge from the warm waters of Víbora. I feel the night breeze washing over me, brushing across my exposed cock and sending an excited tingle through my body. I don’t just hear him, but I can physically feel him. Quetzalcoatl… I can hardly contain my excitement at having not just figured out his weekly patterns, but actually lying here as he begins his approach.

I flinch, something brushes across my feet and my whole body goes rigid. My heart stops as I feel the serpent’s movements stall, and for a moment, I think I may have just fucked everything up with my reaction, but much to my relief, I hear a hiss. A sound that immediately sends any reserves of blood I have been keeping at by towards my dick that promptly starts to plump in desire.

My focus is torn between the movements happening around my body, the desperate need to confirm that Quetzalcoatl is indeed inspecting me, and my lust that is trying to pull me from this subdued state I am barely hanging on to.

I’m not sure how I do it, but my focus sharpens, and resolve strengthens, and all at once, my breathes slow further and heart quiets to the point that I can only hope I’m able to convince such a mighty serpent that I am no threat. That I am in fact free meal, willingly offering myself to him. That there is no need for violence, because I want to enjoy this just as much as I know he will.

Again, a tickle at the soles of my feet is more than enough to indicate that Quetzalcoatl’s tongue is flickering across them, tasing me and more than likely assessing the satiation. I’ve read about this pet anaconda that starved itself to make its stomach large enough to swallow his owner, something that helped me believe that being swallowed whole is possible outside of B-grade movies. And if that wasn’t enough to solidify my assurance, then reading about people in Indonesia who were swallowed whole, if dead, by pythons three quarters the size of Quetzalcoatl was. So long as I can keep my shit together and not get overexcited, the anaconda will be drawn to my warmth an–!?

My heart once more stops and breath hitch as not only does my world spin when I’m lifted from the grass, but I suddenly find myself encoiled by the cold, and still slightly wet, body of Quetzalcoatl! Time freezes as I realise that the serpent has taken me into his scales, and for a moment, I think everything is going to end. That I wasn’t clam enough and he realised that I’m still very much a threat. But as the seconds pass and time returns to normal, no squeezing greets me, no constriction that would stop my heart and prematurely end my dream. I am simply held, tenderly so, by the great anaconda’s thick body and positioned for what I can only assume is my eventual consumption.

Wait… This… Is this actually happening? Have I convinced Quetzalcoatl into believing that I mean him no harm and that he can get a free meal out of me!? My heart leaps in my chest at the prospect, but no sooner than it does, so too do the coils holding me tighten! My thoughts spike with panic and I use all the concentration I have to stall my lust and return to the previous state of lifelessness he had found so appealing.

Quetzalcoatl’s coils continue to tighten as he manoeuvres me into place, seemingly undecided if he needs to finish me off or not, and much to my relief, the leathery body of the serpent relents, only aiding in calming my nerves that much more. If I could sigh, I would, but I can’t risk anything till he’s devoured me. I shift my full focus to my meditative breathes, torn between enjoying the sensation of being enveloped by the anaconda and keeping calm enough so that I don’t give him a reason to end my life outside of his body.

It happens… I’m not sure if I become lost in my focus or if Quetzalcoatl was assured of my submittance, but I feel it happen. My feet, which are sticking out from between the four coils holding me in place, are suddenly enveloped in a wet warmth. The understanding that the anaconda is starting to ingest me is more thrilling than anything I have ever felt! Even more so than the first time I ever had sex! Yet… Despite this elation, I am able to contain myself. My cock may have no hope of becoming flaccid as I feel the velvety soft folds of flesh engulf my toes, but God must be on my side, because my heartrate doesn’t pick up even as I feel my toes being pushed down into his slimy throat.

Around me is wrapped the thick body of Quetzalcoatl, and from what I’ve seen before, the serpent is made entirely of muscle, so feeling him coiled around me so gently, it’s almost akin to being held tenderly by a lover who’s trying to coerce me into bottoming for him. His scale are welcoming as if inviting me inside. And considering the area wrapped around me is the thickest part of him, I have no doubt that Quetzalcoatl’s stomach is amongst these coils. Thinking how the outside is holding me now, and that I will soon be within them, only causes my erect dick to twitch more and dribble of pre to spurt from it.

My attention is brought to my lower body as the coils holding my legs together fall over the head of Quetzalcoatl. I feel my ankles easily slip past his lips and are pushed further into his throat in far too easy a motion. The inside of the anaconda is everything I thought it would be. It’s soft like a man’s rectum, squishy yet strong like an anal ring clasped around my knuckles when I’d finger my boyfriend, and wet as if lubed up and fully prepared to take me in.

I feel like I did the first time I ever kissed a man. The sensation of our tongues fighting for dominance over one another’s and exploring someone’s mouth as if hungry for the taste of flesh, the sensation of my feet sliding into Quetzalcoatl is passionate in a way no kiss, no foreplay, no intercourse could ever match.

I become pulled into this weird state of being both excited and somehow calm. It feels like a powerful wave crashing into an impenetrable glass wall, while on the other side of the raging sea is a calm forest that is gently blowing wind against the barrier, almost as if trying to calm the typhoon. I feel like I am stuck between these conflicting forces, starved to give into one or the other, but unable to as I will shatter, and if I do, both sides will collide and destroy me.

I feel the anaconda pull itself up my body, his lips passing my shins and locking around my calves and just under my knees. It’s in this moment that I find a strange equilibrium between these conflicting sensations. They merge, becoming something more, or perhaps, the barrier dividing them does? All I know is that clarity hits me, and I am able to both retain my subdued state while gaining enough confidence to open my eyes for the first time.

The first thing I see are muddy green scales wrapped around my chest. They encircle my shoulders and loosely hold my arms at my side. His body is filled with a diamond like pattern and has black and faded yellow patches decorating his coils. My first instinct is to lean forward and kiss his body, to thank Quetzalcoatl for his touch. I’m thankfully able to stop myself, but only because the snake pulls forward and takes me in all the way up past my knees.

My feet are… Wet. They are being held tightly together as if I were trying to climb into a wetsuit that is covered in lube, three sizes too small, and warmed by the sun. I could probably wriggle my toes if I tried, but I will not risk it now. The sheer sensation of being surrounded by velvety soft flesh that is slightly warmer than the night air is… Indescribable. Euphoric in a way that I always imagined it would be.

Quetzalcoatl moves again, this time with quicker motions than before. Yet despite his enthusiasm, the serpent is halted by the width of my thighs. I’m not the most built guy out there, but my traveling has left me rather fit. I didn’t expect for the anaconda to have a problem swallowing me, but feeling the four rows of teeth lining his jaw sinking into my bare flesh still hurts. Thankfully, this was something I was prepared for, so it thankfully doesn’t pull me from my subdued state. I lay perfectly still and feel as Quetzalcoatl adjusts himself.

Another coil leaves my body, and in the same motion, I feel the serpent begin his climb. His detachable jaws widen, moving like a rock climber scaling a mountain as he latches onto the underside of my thighs, one leg at a time, before the upper half of his jaw lurches forward and wriggles into place.

I’ve never been one for masochism, I mean, I tried BDSM a few times in my life, but it just never did anything to me. Right now, however, each and every sharp fang that digs about a centimetre into my skin sends uncontrollable rushes of pleasure throughout my entire body. I’m unable to stifle the moan that leaves my lips, but the snake does not stop. He continues his climb along my body, consuming inch after inch of my flesh far quicker than I thought he would.

Before I know it, I feel Quetzalcoatl’s snout pressing against my ballsack, and it takes all the concentration I have to not nut right on the spot. Who knew edging would come in handy while being eaten alive by a giant anaconda?

With his lower jaws poised right below my butt cheeks and his nose pressed into my ballsack, the serpent takes only a few moments to adjust before continuing his feast. The bottom part of the anaconda’s jaw opens far wider than I anticipated in his next movements. I was half thinking he was having trouble with how tight my legs feel inside his throat, but feeling just how easily Quetzalcoatl opens his mouth and takes me in is both a little shocking and extremely arousing. He slurps up both of my ass cheeks as if they were sliders, a mere appetiser for the meal that is to come.

I am no prepared for the next motion, for when the anaconda lurches forward and takes in the entirety of my hips, my swollen testicles, and my full length into his mouth, I cannot hold back anymore. I cum hard as soon as my cock presses into Quetzalcoatl’s pallet, and am unable to stifle the moan leaving my lips as I violently shoot my load into the snake’s unwitting mouth.

My mind blanks, and my body washes over in waves of pleasure as goosebumps cover my flesh with every ejaculation shaking my very core! I moan louder than I can control as my legs spasm inside of the anaconda’s throat while my whole body goes rigid from the most intense orgasm of my life!

The serpent’s coils around my chest tighten as if unimpressed by my movements, perhaps thinking I’m trying to escape. The problem with this is that the tightening only seems to amplify the experience, for my cock twitches harder, filled with so much blood I can feel every vein bulging and every touch it makes against Quetzalcoatl’s mouth. The one thing his constrictions accomplish are silencing my voice. And thankfully, or perhaps regretfully, my orgasm ends, and as it does, I fall completely limp in the anaconda’s hold.

I’m seeing stars. Every nerve is firing off signals and clouding my mind as if I just walked into a room someone was hotboxing. I can’t even rightfully feel my body as I melt into his coil. For a moment, I think Quetzalcoatl might just have killed me with those constrictions, but sensing his body relent now that I’ve gone completely limp, I understand that I’m still very much alive.

I know snakes have amazing senses, so much so that he most defiantly can smell my heat and hear my heartbeat. Does Quetzalcoatl understand that I’m still alive? Surely he must know… Does he perhaps think I’m asleep and chose to take his chances by eating me? Whatever the reasons, he doesn’t pause, for while I’m riding out the afterglow of my climax, the anaconda unfurls another coil from me and continues to pull me deeper into his constricting throat.

The world around me is spinning and every inch of my flesh is overly sensitive, so as I feel Quetzalcoatl’s lips slide over my hips and across my bellybutton, I feel every single sensation in the most exhilarating of ways. My dick that is still hard runs across the inside of the snake’s mouth, and I feel the transition it makes as my butt slides into the opening of his throat.

My cock is still twitching, apparently trying to spurt out more cum, but accomplishes nothing more than making me flinch as it’s hypersensitive and keeps brushing against the intricate folds of flesh inside of Quetzalcoatl. A snake that is working his way up my body surprisingly fast. I’ve read how serpents can take hours to devour prey, but the anaconda is swallowing me as if he’s eaten hundreds of humans. The snake reaches my ribs and takes only a short moment to readjust himself before surging himself over them too.

While ingesting me, my arms got caught on the outside of his mouth and have been flopping around as Quetzalcoatl continues to swallow me alive, but as the last coil unfurls over the back of the snake’s face, I have to stop the urge to raise them up in order to make my ingestion easier for him. I’ve come too far to fuck everything up by causing him panic while I’m half lodged in his throat.

As the anaconda’s powerful muscles inside of him pull me deeper below, the lips of the snake climb up my body until they slip over my nipples. As they latch on and his short teeth sink into my flesh, I feel my first real trouble in breathing. I knew this was coming, and despite my heart still fluttering in my chest, I do my best to calm my breath. I’ve not come this far to suffocate threequarters of the way inside of a giant snake.

I’m not sure if it’s because of my arms being pushed up and Quetzalcoatl latching on around my armpits, or perhaps my breathing exercises helping me, but my chest doesn’t feel so tight anymore. I risk raising my arms completely above my head now that the anaconda can’t constrict me anymore, and press my chin to my chest, but as I do, I come face to face with the mighty serpent.

Lifeless, olive-green eyes greet me and all but stop my every thought. With spit dribbling out the corners of his lips and almost all of my body stuffed down his throat, my gaze locks with my predator, and as our eyes meet, he seems to acknowledge that I am very much alive and cognisant of what is going on. I can almost see the understanding spark in his mind. And despite his eyes being stone cold, and expressionless to the point they’re almost scary, I swear I can see a glimmer or recognition in them.

And if I were to mistake this lust sparking within him for being anything but that, then with the invigorated pace he begins to consume me erases any doubt that Quetzalcoatl clearly understands that I am offering myself to him. That I have no notions of escaping. That I want nothing more than to reside within him for as long as he will allow before I become a part of his coils forever.

With my arms stretched over my head, my biceps pressing into my ears, and my chin against my chest, Quetzalcoatl lurches forward and takes me all the way over my shoulders. His snout presses into my chin and lower jaws latch onto either of my arms. He pauses, almost as if giving me one last look at the world before he steals me from it forever. Yet despite being on the precipice of full consumption, I can’t look away from his eyes. I try to relay all my desires, all my longing, everything I have ever wanted through my gaze. And I’m not sure if it’s the haze from my orgasm still blinding me, or perhaps a trick of the light, but I swear the snake understand me, for as soon as I whisper my gratitude, Quetzalcoatl lunges forward and pulls my face into his mouth.

The anaconda engulfs me all the way up to my forehead in one fluid motion. I can feel the warm breeze from outside brush through my hair and the prickly grass between my fingers as he forces my arms closer together. My nose is pressed into the hard pallet of Quetzalcoatl’s mouth and the first thing that hits me is the smell. I have snake pets that I was forced to find new homes for before departing on this adventure, but smelling the inside of his mouth is far more different that the leathery, slightly acidic scent of a serpent. It’s meaty, spicey even, and has an underlying scent of what I can only describe as digestive fluids. A smell I know will only get stronger the deeper I go.

Quetzalcoatl doesn’t pause my consumption, with all but my arms inside of his throat, he lunges forward while using the insanely powerful muscles of his body to pull me deeper. The anaconda’s oesophagus pushes breaths from my lungs with each undulation, and despite still being mostly in a calm state, I’m feeling lightheaded as I struggle to inhale properly with how tight his flesh holds me.

Craning my neck up and doing my best to open my windpipe completely, I see the remnants of moonlight illuminating my arms. They hang limply just outside of his lips and give me my first real look of his mouth. The fleshy tunnel spread out above me is almost hypnotising, and watching as Quetzalcoatl lunges forward and takes me all the way up to my hands, my dick continues to twitch. I’m surprised I didn’t cum again from such an erotic sight.

I am being squeezed harder than I ever have, yet it feels like the most intimate hug I have ever received. Would it be wrong to say this feels passionate? Because not only is this the most intimate experience I have ever felt, but it almost feels like Quetzalcoatl wants this for the same reasons I do. Perhaps he really is a god? Either he’s the most intelligent snake on the planet, or my mind is so clouded by lust and pleasure that I’m conjuring this all in my head.

With my hands pressed together, I watch as the anaconda lurches upwards and closes his mouth around them. I think the light may have been stolen from me forever, but just as quickly as he locked his lips behind my fingers, the serpent opens his mouth and lunges forward again, craning his neck all the way up to the sky while using his throat muscles to pull me even deeper into his body.

I’m not sure if my suspiciousness are confirmed with this action, but it almost feels like he is offering me one last look at the outside world, for as soon as the moon comes into view and illuminates the spit covered tunnel I’m encased in, Quetzalcoatl’s lips close and all at once, I am stolen from the world completely.

With no sight and only the smell of the anaconda’s meaty flesh surrounding me, I feel every ring of muscle as it undulates and allows peristalsis to push me deeper into the body of this mighty serpent. With each breath forced from my lungs, each glob of spit forced up my nose, and each tingle tickling across my skin as I become increasingly dizzy, I feel more and more alive.

I become lost to these sensations, a slave to the motions of the snake’s body moving in rhythm. My mind consumed just as much as my body has been, if not more. Each powerful muscle pulls me deeper not just towards the belly of the serpent, but devours me in ways that only a predator can. I become entangled in more than just spit, more than just muscle, for my mind becomes lost within Quetzalcoatl’s coils as he swallows me whole and alive.

I am drawn from my consumption only as I feel my feet slipping into a wider chamber. My calves are quick to follow with the same motion, sliding into the space effortlessly with how absolutely drenched in saliva I am, and as they do, it’s not hard for me to understand that I’ve reached Quetzalcoatl’s stomach.

As if returning my addled mind to me with each inch of my body that he pushes out into the spacious chamber, my cognition slowly returns as I feel my ass popping into Quetzalcoatl’s stomach, and after one last powerful motion around my torso, my ribs quelch through the opening and pave the way for the rest of my body to slip inside without much effort.

Blinking in slight surprise at the sensation of being fully deposited inside the belly of the giant anaconda, I don’t even realise I’ve awkwardly pulled my arms from the hole above my head and laid them to rest at my side. The sensation of transitioning from moving flesh to an unmoving sack is a little staggering. But as I lay here, feeling as life returns to my somewhat numb skin, I start to sense movement happening around me when Quetzalcoatl shifts. The sensation causes reality to return to me and I fully realise that after a full year of working towards this, my desires have been completely satisfied.

A sensation blooms in me that literally feels like a flower opening and petal after petal enveloping and wrapping me in their soft embrace. I feel light as if I were soaring through the sky, but grounded as if I were held within the darkest of caves. Completion surges through me as my breath once more tries to accelerate, but I won’t allow this moment to be shorted by my excitement, and quickly reign in my elation as I focus on keeping my breathing at bay.

The first thing I hear is Quetzalcoatl’s heartbeat. It echoes across the chamber like a softly beating drum. It helps sooth me into a sedated state, and soon after, I become aware of the faintest sound of his breathing. As I am focusing on the inner workings of his body, I feel the anaconda moving, and for a moment, I swear I feel every blade of grass running across his belly. His slithering is slightly hampered by my added weight, and I’m not sure if I’m mistaking my own feelings for his, or if being constricted by his throat made me delirious for that short period of time I couldn’t breathe, but I swear I can feel his fulfilment blossoming alongside my own.

Is Quetzalcoatl happy to have a belly filled so utterly by a still living creature that will not just offer him all the nutrients he needs for months, but warmth for as long as I still live? Why do I feel as if I understand him now that he’s swallowed me whole? I’d like to say that meditating has given me a deeper connection to the spirit, but right now, I’m serosity feeling a little crazy with how intense this emotion is. I can almost taste the difference between mine and his fulfilment. Perhaps I’ve just been invested in this for so long that I’ve built it up in my head, and now that I’m here, my mind is conjuring all these sensations? Either way, I fall into his scales and breath out a sigh of contentless.

I hear the moment Quetzalcoatl slips back into the river and even feel the change in temperature. I’m not sure if it’s the weightlessness or feeling how constricted I am inside his stomach, but everything suddenly feels extremely real. As if I only just realised that I’ve been eaten alive. After all these years fantasising about vore, of feeling like a creepy stalker as I watched snakes eat live prey, I’ve actually gotten an anaconda to swallow me.

I wonder how many hours of air I’ll have inside his stomach? Probably as much as anyone buried alive in a coffin might have, which I think is around five hours? More than enough time for me to get off a few more times.

I read up how asphyxiation feels, both mentally and physically, and while I’m going into this willingly, I know that there will be a certain amount of apprehension, maybe even fear, when I start suffocating. But right now… Right now I feel compete… I feel whole in a way that makes my entire life feel hollow. As if I’ve been missing a part of who I truly am as a person until this very moment. That since the very day I was born, the only reason I ever came into this world was to fill the belly of a snake. The belly of Quetzalcoatl.

Closing my eyes and embracing the darkness, I gently massage the velvety soft insides of Quetzalcoatl’s stomach as they hold me tightly and inhale the caustic air surrounding me. I wonder how long it will take for anyone to find my abandoned camp? I left my phone there for the very reason of someone eventually finding the video evidence and my last will and testament. And without taking risks of no one following through with my final wishes, my camera is linked to my computer and set to auto upload to a few different sites, so I guess my legacy will live on in some small way. I wonder how many people will get off on watching me being swallowed alive by Quetzalcoatl?

But the most important thing is not that I’ve lived out my fantasy, nor that I’ve shared it with all the voraphiles out there, but my legacy is here, within Quetzalcoatl. I will die and become nothing but fuel for the anaconda, and perhaps if I am lucky, become another inch on his scales.

This is where I belong… In the belly of a beast, covered in his spit and the remnants of my cum, inhaling his acidic stomach juices as he swims down the river to finds a place to start digesting me. There is nothing I’ve wanted more in my life, and I’ve finally achieved it…

~THE END~