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All In

By: RabidChipmunk

CW: M/M, feral/human, unwilling fatal vore, teasing, cruelty, and digestion, and brief disposal.

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A group of 4 friends sat around a circular, green, felted table. They were playing cards. Texas Hold 'Em, specifically. From a certain angle it might've all seemed fairly ordinary, but if you looked a little closer it really was an odd sight. The first three members of the group were normal enough, average-looking men in their mid to late 20's dressed in average-looking clothes. The fourth member, however, was anything but average. Brandon was a dog. A large dog. An extremely large dog, actually. On all fours, the golden-brown husky mix stood a little over 5 feet tall from toe to shoulder, and although you'd be forgiven for assuming otherwise, his mannerisms betrayed a human intellect. He was whip-smart, and right now, despite lacking the dexterous fingers of the rest of the group, he was winning at poker.

"Full house."

Brandon flashed a toothy grin. His current opponent, Sam, leaned back in his chair and groaned. "I really thought I had it this time. Pocket aces! Your luck is way too good tonight."

Sam tossed his hand to the side and pushed the remainder of his chips across the table. The dog placed a massive paw on the pile and merged Sam's chips with his own. His winnings weren't stacked as neatly as the rest of the group's but it was clear he was in the lead. Brandon couldn't really manipulate the cards on his own, but the group was happy to accommodate. One of the players sitting next to him would turn his head away and discretely flash Brandon his cards whenever he asked. It worked well, and along with the fact that he was a dog it contributed to the group massively underestimating him. What the rest of the players failed to realize was that Brandon had a trick up his proverbial sleeve. He had an incredible sense of smell. He didn't need to read faces; he could smell emotion clear as day. A human's scent betrayed their thoughts and not even the best poker face could make up for that.

Brandon lived in the house with Tyler, one of the other players seated at the table. Tyler was technically Brandon's owner but it was more accurate to say that the dog was in charge. He needed his human in order to navigate the world, most things weren't built for paws and a dog can't exactly go out and earn money, but Tyler lived on the dog's terms-almost a pet himself.

Despite having lived and played poker with the dog for years, Tyler had always just assumed Brandon was good at reading faces, he didn't know the true nature of animal's poker prowess, and so when he found himself holding onto a four of a kind and Brandon stayed in the game with him, he made the mistake of assuming he might possibly have the advantage.

"I'm all in."

Brandon smiled wide. "Sure you wanna do that? I have a pretty good set of cards myself."

Tyler kept the emotion from his face, not wanting to give anything away. The dog was bluffing, he was sure of it. "Call the bet, then."

"I'll do you one better. I'll go all in as well."

Cameron, the fourth member of the group, spoke up. "Tyler can't match that. He's got way fewer chips than you do."

Tyler looked confused. "Yeah, I mean, I'm more than happy to take all your chips but there's no reason for you to bet that much."

Brandon had been waiting for that question. "Well, I was sort of hoping we could open up the betting pool to things beyond just poker chips. Anything goes."

"You have something specific in mind?"

"As a matter of fact, I do." Brandon's gaze shifted to one of the men in particular and his smile widened. "How about you bet Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Funny."

Tyler laughed. "You goof. Seriously though, what do you want me to bet?"

Brandon kept his gaze locked on Sam, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm not joking. I think it's fair. You keep calling Sam your best friend. Saying he's 'yours' implies you own him, right? If something's yours, shouldn't you be able to bet it?"

"Um, hold on a second here," Sam protested. "That's a pretty wild argument."

Tyler raised a finger. "Just a minute Sam, he's got a point. Let me think about this."

"He doesn't have a point at all! What are you talking about?"

Tyler ignored him and turned back towards Brandon. "I see where you're coming from but I still don't think this is completely fair. Let's say I do bet Sam. You've got about $50 or so more in chips than I do. Now, I don't know exactly how much value to assign a human being but I think it's pretty fair to say that he's worth more than 50 bucks."

Sam was unamused. "Gee thanks."

"How about I add in something special of my own, then?" said Brandon. He'd been ready for this response. "Sam's your best friend and that's a hard thing to put a specific value on, so how about I offer up my favorite thing as well? I'll match your bet with Mr. Squeaky."

Cameron snorted. "Mr. Squeaky?"

"Mr. Squeaky is a fleece dog toy," Tyler explained. "It's Brandon's favorite toy, actually. He's had it since he was just a puppy. It's... it actually is kind of a pretty good matching bet. That toy means a lot to him."

"You put up one of your favorite things and I put up one of mine," Brandon replied. "I think it's fair. Yours is a bit bigger so that makes up for the extra chips I have."

Sam didn't like where this was going. "Hold on, are you two serious? What would you even do with me if you won? This is dumb."

Brandon smirked. "I bet I could get you to squeak pretty nicely."

Sam, unnerved, opened his mouth to respond but Tyler put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, he's just trying to psych you out. He's bluffing. There's no way I'm going to lose this hand. I'll share my winnings with you, okay? You can have Mr. Squeaky."

"I don't WANT Mr. Squeaky!"

Brandon looked hurt.

"Aw, come on man," said Tyler. "I just told you that was his favorite toy."

"Yeah, that was kind of uncalled for," Cameron added. "No need to be rude about it."

Tyler gave Sam's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Okay, enough chit-chat." He turned back towards Brandon. "I'll take your bet. We're both all in. You win, you get Sam. I win, I get the toy. All good?"

"All good," the dog nodded. "Let's do this."

Sam shook his head in disbelief.

Cameron stood up. "Okay, let's have you both reveal at the same time. Sam, why don't you flip for Brandon, yeah? Okay now, on three you guys. One... two... three!"

Tyler slammed his cards down on the table and looked triumphant. "Four of a kind!"

Sam's heart pounded as he prepared to flip over Brandon's cards. Something about the whole situation felt deeply wrong. A part of him wanted to just leave right then and there, but he brushed that feeling aside. He turned over the hand and felt his stomach drop. The dog had a straight flush. It was one of only two hands that could've won against Tyler's. His fate was sealed.

Tyler wasn't too happy either. "I really thought I had it..."

"Don't feel too bad," Brandon chuckled. "It's just a game."

"You're only saying that because you won!"

Brandon just grinned.

Sam started to back away. He looked uneasy. "So uh, what the hell does this mean for me?"

"Well first of all, how about you be a good boy and come back over here," Brandon smirked. The dog's tone was jovial, but there was an underlying intensity to the way he spoke. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. Sam didn't want to obey, but the dog's voice chilled him to the bone.

Brandon watched as his prize walked back towards him. The man was a bit taller than he was but nowhere near as heavy. It wouldn't be very hard to keep him under control. He could barely wait to play with his new toy, but first he had a poker game to finish. There was still one opponent left and he didn't want to have to worry about Sam running away.

When Sam was close enough, Brandon reached out a paw and pulled him in for a big sloppy kiss. He took a deep whiff of his new human and ran his tongue across the side of Sam's face, careful to savor the taste. The skin was salty, humans were always salty, and Brandon was more than happy to pick up a hint of nervousness and fear. His mouth was massive and he could've easily taken Sam's entire head into his jaws, but there'd be time for that later. Sam probably didn't yet know what was in store for him, and Brandon didn't want to ruin the surprise. The dog couldn't wait to see the look in Sam's eyes when the reality of his situation set in. That would be a moment to treasure.

He gave Sam's face one more quick slurp and then issued another command. "Sit."

Sam just stared.

"Aw, Sam. This is all new to you, huh? No need to be embarrassed."

Sam spoke up, his voice trembling a bit, "I-I don't like this. This is really weird, you guys. I think I'll go ahead and get out of he-"

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Brandon raised one of his massive paws, placed it on the man's head, and pushed down. Hard.

"Sit." Any trace of kindness that had previously been in the animal's voice was now gone.

Sam sat.

"Down."

Sam lay down and broke eye contact. The dog's look made him uncomfortable.

Brandon's tone softened at this display of obedience and submission. "What a good boy!" he cooed.

Before Sam could respond, the dog stood up, positioned his legs so they framed Sam's body, and he sat back down directly on top of his chest. Sam let out a pained grunt as the dog's weight settled onto him and forced the air from his lungs. He could still breathe but each breath was a struggle. The situation was made even more uncomfortable by the fact that Brandon's massive tail was covering his face. The dog wiggled his rear against his new seat to settle into a comfortable position and then looked down over his shoulder at the man one last time before getting back into the game.

"Comfy down there? I just need you to be quiet for a bit while I win the rest of Cameron's money and then we can go play some more on our own, okay?"

Sam grunted again.

"Great!" Brandon beamed.

The dog turned his attention back to the game and Sam was left to fend for himself. His arms weren't completely pinned, but they might as well have been. His shoulders were firmly held in place by the dog's rear end and just about the only thing Sam could do was push lightly against Brandon's lower body. He wiggled as hard as he could but the dog was too heavy for that to do much. Moving around only made it harder to breathe. Each time his chest compressed to let out air, the next breath in was a struggle against a few hundred pounds of canine muscle. It was all he could do just to stay conscious.

Brandon and Cameron were now the only players left. Sam wanted the game to end as quickly as possible, so awkwardly enough this meant he was effectively rooting for the dog that was currently sitting on his chest. Every time Brandon won a hand, he'd wiggle around some more and wag his tail like crazy. The fur whipped past Sam's face and tickled him, causing him to sputter and laugh involuntarily.

"Sounds like someone's having a good time down there." Brandon giggled, clearly having a good time himself.

Tyler grinned too. "Yeah, glad to hear you're enjoying yourself down there Sam."

Cameron on the other hand was losing badly and didn't find the laughter as amusing as the other two. "Can you guys please knock it off? I can't concentrate at all."

Brandon flashed his opponent a mischievous look. "Oh! Let me just go ahead and quiet him down for you, then. I wouldn't want you making any excuses after I win all your money."

Sam was about to voice his displeasure at the idea of being quieted, but before he could make a sound, he found himself completely muffled by Brandon's furry ass sliding down off of his chest and onto his face. He managed to turn his head to the side to avoid being completely smothered, but taking a full breath of air was still nearly impossible. The pressure and heat was immense, and dog hair forced its way into his nose and mouth. Brandon's body formed a bit of a seal around Sam's face and what little air he managed to gulp down was filtered through layers of fur and the dog's flesh, smelling and tasting very much like Brandon himself.

The game didn't last much longer, but to Sam it felt like an eternity. Since Brandon had shifted positions, Sam's arms were almost completely free again and he instinctively clawed and pushed against the animal's flank, but it was useless. Nothing he did made his position any more comfortable. He was able to take in just enough oxygen to keep himself conscious but none of the breaths were deep enough to feel satisfying, and his body screamed out for more air than he was able to give it. Additionally, the shock of having his head used as a cushion hit him hard. His face was red enough already from the pressure and heat, but he was also flush with embarrassment. It was one thing to have the dog sitting on his chest, especially since he was wearing a shirt, but having Brandon mushed up against the bare skin of his face was something else entirely. It felt deeply wrong and much too personal.

Brandon, on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely. Sam's face was a bit lumpy and it wasn't actually the most comfortable thing to sit on, but feeling the human wiggle around underneath him was amazing. He was careful to keep Sam conscious, he'd raise himself up slightly whenever he felt the man start to slow down his struggles, but otherwise delighted in being as devious as he could. He'd wiggle around and really grind himself down into Sam's face, and even bounce up and down occasionally. It was a little hard to focus on the both Sam and the game simultaneously, but thankfully Cameron wasn't that great of a player so Brandon didn't actually have to concentrate on the actual game too hard.

After a few more hands, Brandon finally came out on top and the game ended. The husky-mix stood up for the first time in nearly half an hour and gave Sam a sorely needed chance to take a couple unimpeded gulps of fresh air. Sam coughed and spit out some of the dog hair that had come loose in his mouth. His entire body was slick with sweat from exertion and heightened emotion, and Brandon's coarse hair had left little red streaks all over his face. He wanted to run, but he didn't have the energy to move. Tyler walked around the table and looked down at his friend.

"Brandon, I know he's yours now but you should really be a little more gentle with him. He doesn't look so great."

"Aw I'm not gonna break him, don't worry," said Brandon. The dog pushed one of his front paws into Sam's face, covering it almost entirely and prompting the man to let out a muffled groan. "Not yet anyways. We still haven't had a chance to play."

Brandon lifted his paw back off Sam's face and leaned in close to the man's crumpled form. He snuffled against him, giving a few small licks and causing Sam to wriggle around in an unsuccessful attempt to get away from the dog's wet nose. Sam was miserable, but it tickled and he giggled despite himself.

Brandon looked up.

"See, he's having a great time!"

Cameron, on the other hand, just looked irritated.

"Something the matter?" asked Tyler. "Or are you still mad about losing?"

"It's not that." Cameron responded. "I just remembered something. Sam drove me here. If he's staying, then I have no way of getting back home. I could call for a ride but I live pretty far away and that'd cost a bit more than I'm comfortable with... especially after losing tonight."

In response, Brandon poked his nose into Sam's pocket and fished around. A few moments later he came back up with a set of car keys, which he dropped on the table.

"Why don't you just take his car? He won't be needing it anymore and technically I only won him, not any of his belongings. He'd probably want you to have it anyways."

Tyler scrunched up his face. "I was kinda hoping we could keep that, it's nicer than ours. I guess it does make sense for Cameron to take it though."

"W-wait!" Sam croaked.

Brandon placed his paw back on the man's face, cutting him off. "Oh, hush. This isn't up to you." Sam's hands grasped at the dog's foot, trying desperately to peel it away, but Brandon just pushed down harder. "The car's yours, Cameron! Consider it a consolation prize for coming in second."

Cameron plucked the keys from the table and grinned. "This is great, thank you! Guess the night turned out okay after all."

"Thanks for stopping by, dude. We'll have to do this again sometime."

"Of course! I had a great time. See you guys later! Bye Sam!"

Cameron walked out the front door and Tyler locked up behind him. It was getting pretty late, but he was concerned about the situation with Sam. He watched as the dog lifted his paw from the man's face and took one of Sam's arms in his muzzle. Sam didn't struggle much as the animal dragged him into the next room, scared of what the dog might do and too focused on catching his breath again. Tyler followed along, careful not to step on Sam as he did, and waited for Brandon to drop his prize before speaking up.

"Hey so, what're your plans with him? Taking care of another person is a big responsibility and I don't think either of us really has the time to devote to that right now. Not to mention how expensive it'll be to keep him around long term. Last time was definitely fun but it was also kind of a huge pain and you know I ended up having to do most of the work."

Brandon lay down next to Sam and set his two front paws on top of him, holding the man firmly in place. He turned to his owner and spoke with an even greater sense of playfulness than usual.

"Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that. I've already picked him out a room for the night and I doubt he'll want to leave once he gets inside."

Brandon took Sam's right arm in his jaws and gave it a few playful chews, rolling his tongue back and forth beneath the limb. Sam squirmed and tried to pull away but Brandon had him pinned and the dog's teeth bit down harder the more he struggled. The animal's voice was a little tough to make out as he spoke around the arm, but Tyler was used to listening to him talk with his mouth full and what he said next was clear enough.

"Sam's an okay chew toy but I think he'll make an even better meal!"

"W-what?" Sam croaked.

Brandon dropped the arm and giggled. "Sam, I can't tell you how wonderful it'll feel to have you squirming around inside of me. I've wanted this from the day we first met."

"Tyler, please make him stop. Tell me this is a joke."

Tyler just shrugged. "I mean, he owns you now. Not really my place to tell him what he can and can't do with his things."

"I thought we were friends!"

Tyler looked hurt. "Oh dude, come on, of course we are. Look, I screwed up, okay? I probably shouldn't have made that bet. I guess I'm not as good a poker player as I thought. But, you know, you could've said no too and you didn't. Let's just move on, okay? We cool?"

"No! What's wrong wi-"

Brandon brought his head down and began to lick at Sam's face, interrupting him. "Oh don't be mad, Sam, it's not Tyler's fault you taste so good. I just can't help myself! I was going to figure out a way to get my paws on you sooner or later anyways."

"Stop! Oh my god, this is insane! You can't eat me!" Sam sputtered between licks.

Brandon paused and tilted his head to the side, genuinely confused. "Why not?"

"I-I'm a person! You can't just eat someone!"

Brandon perked up. "Sure I can! I've done it loads of times!"

Brandon went back to chewing on Sam's arm with renewed fervor, confident that he'd made his point. Sam groaned. The dog had a good grip on him, but Sam was covered in a liberal coat of slippery drool. He yanked his arm away with all his strength and felt it slide free. It hurt-Brandon's teeth tried their best to keep him in place-but the pain barely registered. Before he could try and push the dog off him, however, he found himself staring straight into Brandon's eyes. The dog's look froze him in place.

Sam somehow hadn't noticed before, but Brandon's eyes were a beautiful, deep, brownish-red. Looking into those eyes, Sam felt as if the dog could see right through him. He truly believed that Brandon intended to make a meal of him, and the animal's resolve frightened him. He felt, instinctively, that things would be worse for him if he tried to run. For the first time, Sam truly felt as if he belonged to Brandon. He wasn't going to get away, and it wouldn't matter much even if he did. He was owned. He was food. That was something that could never be reversed. This feeling right here would follow him for the rest of his life. He felt the will to fight drain from his body, and he slumped back down, defeated.

Brandon gave Sam's face a few soft licks then glanced up and flashed Tyler an amused look.

A smile crept across Tyler's face. "I never realized you wanted him this bad. He was a good friend but I guess this was bound to happen to him sooner or later. I feel a little conflicted, but it's probably for the best. I'd rather you nab him than some other random predator, at least. You don't mind if I stay and watch, do you?"

"Not at all! You know you never have to ask that, Tyler, I love having you around! Come down here and hang out with us!"

Tyler walked over and sat next to Brandon. He snuggled up against the dog and gave him a few pats as Brandon went back to work on Sam's arm. Tyler was glad that Sam had given into the dog so easily. Not all of the dog's past meals had been so quick to subdue, and that usually meant more intense biting and less casual playtime before consumption. Not much fun for anyone, honestly.

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Brandon continued to play with Sam for the next hour or so. The man had been drained of fight easily enough but he still didn't enjoy being chewed on, and he squirmed like crazy when bitten and licked in the right places. He especially didn't seem to like it when the dog gnawed on his face, so of course that was one area Brandon kept coming back to. After all, it was important that Sam got used to the smell of dog breath. That's about all he'd be smelling soon enough.

The dog realized pretty soon that he didn't like the taste of clothes as much as he enjoyed the taste of bare skin. Clothes held some of the skin's salty flavor, but that was stripped away after just a bit of sucking, so he had Tyler help remove Sam's clothes and throw them away. That was one thing he wasn't quite able to do on his own; paws aren't the most dexterous things. He found it amusing how shy Sam was about all this. As soon as they started to strip him down, Brandon could smell the man's embarrassment. It was so strong he could almost taste it. Humans were silly. As if being naked was any more embarrassing than being a chew toy. Brandon giggled at how red Sam's face got after his underwear was removed, and made sure to give that area some extra attention. It was too bad he couldn't keep him. Sam made a really cute toy.

As time went on, Sam began to resemble a human being less and less. Physically and mentally exhausted, his eyes had a faraway look to them and his mouth hung open as he struggled to take full breaths while pinned beneath the unusually large animal. The dog's body was extremely warm, and Sam's state of emotional duress had caused him to sweat more than usual, leaving him dehydrated and weak. His body hair whorled around and stuck up in unnatural patterns as the saliva that covered it dried over time. The more recently attended to parts of his skin shined slick with fresh slobber, and little red indentations from Brandon's probing teeth dotted their way across his body. No patch of skin had been spared the animal's ravenous bites, but special attention had been placed on Brandon's face and arms, and it showed.

Sam certainly felt like one of Brandon's toys toy, and it didn't take very long until he smelled like one too. At one point Tyler even ran and grabbed Mr. Squeaky so that Sam could be formally introduced. Sam didn't seem to like Mr. Squeaky very much but the toy did offer him some reprieve. Brandon would occasionally take a break from chewing on him to get some nice squeaks out of the more traditional dog toy. Sam made noises as well, but his sounds became less and less interesting as time went on. He was fun to bite and he tasted great, but there was something about a good squeak that couldn't really be replaced.

Still, Brandon had a good time. He enjoyed just gnawing on the man, but he'd also occasionally engulf a hand, a foot, or even Sam's head in his cavernous maw. The man's heart would beat faster every time that happened, and his scent would betray an intense fear. Brandon thought it was cute. Sam knew he was going to be dog food but was obviously still pretty nervous about the whole thing. Over time, however, these reactions weakened. Sam would groan a bit when Brandon bit down particularly hard, but the man's energy and will was draining fast. An hour was a long time to chewed on and played with by a dog as big as Brandon.

Brandon paused his assault and looked down at Sam, still pinned beneath him. The man's once neat hair was now disheveled and cowlicked in every direction, and was still wet with thick globs of drool. His face too was slick and shined from the once-over Brandon had just given it. Sam's eyes were open and met with Brandon's own. The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Sam's face was emotionless and hard to read, but his scent was crystal clear. Although he didn't have the energy to show it, he was terrified. Brandon broke the silence.

"Well Sam, I think this is it for you. You were fun to play with but I don't think being a chew toy is your true calling. Here, I'd like to show you something." Brandon brought his head down closer to Sam's until their noses nearly touched. He gave the man's own nose a tiny lick, then opened his mouth as wide as he could. His massive jaws completely dominated Sam's field of vision. The dog's tongue quivered with anticipation. As much saliva as had been layered onto Sam's body, the inside of Brandon's mouth still shined and dripped with thick strands of drool produced in honor of the incoming treat. The thick pink tongue rolled out like fresh carpet. Sam's face had been inside this maw many times over the past hour but this was the first time he'd gotten such a clear look. It was an unnerving combination of inviting and terrifying. Perfectly engineered for its purpose and only too happy to take him in, but also not a place he wanted to end up. The dog was intelligent, smarter than him even, but its mouth instilled in him a near prehistoric sense of dread. He knew instinctively that the feelings he had now were the same feelings that an untold number of other prey animals had been subjected to over countless generations. Tonight, Sam would be the unwilling participant in a dance that had been performed since the dawn of time. Like so many before him, he would be consumed. It was the most natural thing in the world.

Sam stared at the pulsating flesh just inches from his face and found that he couldn't stop thinking about where that mouth would lead him. He had no idea why he kept his eyes open but he couldn't look away from the back of the dog's throat. The soft tongue mounted perfectly to a gentle crest formed by two tender, rolling, fleshy hills that arced off into the blackened depths of the animal's body. Not exactly the point of no return, anything that entered was bound to exit again in some form or another, but it would mean the end of Sam's conscious life. Once he slipped through that passage, and he knew it was only a matter of time until he did, he'd cease to exist. When the animal's lips closed around his head and swallowed him down, he would no longer just belong to the dog, he would be a part of him.

Keeping his mouth open, Brandon let out an almost impossibly slow breath. An hour ago Sam would've gagged or at least tried to turn away, but at this point he was so accustomed to the smell that he only blinked as the lazy stream of warm, wet air rolled across his face. It wouldn't be long before his own body's smell added to that breath's complex stink and rolled out along that massive tongue with it. He didn't want to be eaten, but it felt hopeless to fight it. Any fight he'd tried to put up earlier just seemed to excite the dog more. Even if he managed to escape Brandon's grasp, Tyler was sitting nearby ready to intervene at a moment's notice. Nothing could ever really erase what he was feeling in this exact moment. He knew, truly and deeply knew, that he belonged to the dog. He belonged to Brandon and nothing could ever change that. And so he just lay there, pinned, tired, and covered in drool as the dog teased him. He lay there and did nothing but stare as Brandon showed him his future.

Brandon closed his mouth and smiled again. It was time for dinner. As much as he'd enjoyed chewing on Sam over the past hour, he was hungry and he couldn't wait to send the human down into his churning gut and feel him squish around inside. He gave Sam's face one last slow, forceful slurp and then stood up. He padded over to Sam's feet and, very gently, took them into his muzzle. He played with them for a bit, sucking the last bits of flavor from the skin and gnawing hard enough to force a few more wiggles from his prey, but he didn't linger. Brandon hadn't eaten since morning and he didn't want to wait any longer. He slid his tongue back and forth along Sam's feet one last time, closed his eyes, and swallowed.

As much as Sam had thought he was ready for this, feeling his feet slip past the back of the dog's tongue and into its throat gave him a jolt of adrenaline more intense than anything he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't have time to think, his brain screamed out to him one word and one word only.

"No."

He immediately began to thrash, but Brandon's jaws clamped down hard against his calves. Between those powerful teeth and the pressure from the dog's throat, Sam found himself unable to pull loose. There was still more of him outside than in, however. He twisted around and managed to turn himself face down. Brandon gagged slightly as his meal re-oriented itself inside of him. It didn't feel good. He bit down even harder in an attempt to scare his prey into giving up but the man continued to flail his arms, desperately probing for something to grab onto. Sam found that leverage in the form of a couch leg. Brandon swallowed once more and pulled Sam's body further into his own, but Sam had managed to grab on and he wasn't letting go. Just as Brandon started to consider his next move, he noticed Tyler stand up. Tyler walked over and calmly pried Sam's hands from the couch leg they'd been so dearly holding onto. Sam put up a fight, but in the end he was forced to let go. Tyler gave his friend's hands a firm squeeze and looked him directly in the eye.

"Sam, you're only making things harder on yourself. I know it's tough, but I'm really gonna need you to calm down. Look, it's nothing personal; you aren't the first person to make this journey and you certainly won't be the last. I know this is hard to hear, but your situation isn't anything special. You're not going to get out of this, so stop stressing about it, okay?"

Brandon swallowed again and Sam began to cry.

"Don't let him do this to me, Tyler. You can't let him. You're my friend!"

"I am, but Brandon's my dog. My relationship with him is special and he has his own set of needs. I know it sucks but you have to try and understand that. Plus, I told him he could have you if he won that game, and he did. You agreed to that too, remember? What kind of people would we be if we went back on our word? You're his now, you don't get to decide what he does with you."

Sam said nothing. He felt himself pulled back again as Brandon swallowed his knees and he felt his hands slip a bit from Tyler's grasp. He was starting to feel a tingling in his feet from the immense pressure of the dog's throat. Tyler scooted forward a bit and refreshed his grip.

"In a way, I'm almost jealous. You get to be closer to Brandon than I ever will. It probably feels kind of good, doesn't it? All your problems consumed along with your body. No more decisions. No more worries..." Tyler let go of Sam's hands and shifted his gaze back towards the dog. "Just let him take care of everything from now on. You don't have to do anything anymore. It's all over now, okay?"

Tyler stood up and walked over to Brandon. He hugged his dog close and gave his head a scratch. Brandon smiled around his meal and began to wag. Another few swallows and he got his mouth around Sam's crotch. He was about halfway through at this point. He huffed around the man's body and sucked down what little air he could. His eyes drifted down towards Sam's outstretched arms. Tyler had done an excellent job calming Sam down but he wasn't sure it would last. He wanted Sam's arms taken care of in case he regained a bit of fight towards the end. He kept his eyes fixed on the arms and let out a small whine. Tyler understood.

Brandon watched as his owner picked up Sam's arms and positioned them just outside his lips. Brandon gave a few quick swallows as Tyler helped guide the hands into his mouth, working them inside up to the forearms. Drool had been beading down along Sam's body for some time now, lubing him up nicely, and so the arms slipped into the dog's maw without too much trouble. For good measure, Brandon threw his head back and gave one more extra powerful gulp to lock them in. Sam's body was now completely off the ground. Brandon felt Tyler's hand scratch behind his ears again and he closed his eyes in momentary bliss.

It had been great fun teasing and playing around with Sam, but swallowing him was even better. Brandon groaned with pleasure at every gulp. There was something so immensely satisfying about eating a meal of this size. One never ending swallow. The perfect bite of food. He wished it could last forever. And of course, his meal being alive added an extra dimension to it all. His tongue was sensitive and Brandon could feel every movement of Sam's body-every breath, every uncomfortable squirm, every heartbeat. Being in such complete control over another creature like this was exhilarating. Humans liked to imagine that they were on top of the food chain but they really weren't so tough. No human could do what he was doing right now. Brandon was built for this. This was what he was meant to do.

Another few swallows and only Sam's head remained outside of Brandon's jaws. He sat down and paused for a bit. This was a moment to savor. The dog extended his tongue out as far as it could go and wrapped the tip of it around Sam's face. He felt Sam shiver and try to cry out, but the man's voice couldn't make it through the layers of flesh and drool that pushed against it. The dog slid his tongue back into his mouth, then repeated this several more times, teasing his meal-to-be until it ceased to react. Then, the dog swallowed again. His tongue retreated back into his mouth once more, this time bringing Sam's face along with it, and he shut his jaws entirely for the first time in a long while.

It was hard to keep from immediately downing his meal now that it was only one gulp away, but Brandon wanted to play with his food a bit longer. He mushed Sam's face back and forth between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and sucked away every bit of remaining flavor-of built up salt and sweat and tears. He could feel Sam's gasping breaths against his tongue. He could feel every inch of the man's facial features and could read his terrified expressions. He could feel Sam's muffled words of protest and understood them all. With his jaws closed, Brandon now had Sam all to himself. He played with Sam privately for another minute or two until he felt the man begin to tire, and then opened his jaws one last time.

Sam sucked down as much air as he could. He didn't know if he'd ever have another chance. Rows of drool-slicked, pearly white teeth along with a massive, quivering tongue and two thick, fleshy, mottled cheeks framed his view. Coated in a film of slime, Sam shivered at the comparatively cold air that tickled his face when the dog breathed in, and he squirmed as that same air was pushed back out a half-second later, now warm and carrying with it an indescribable, deep, organic stink. It took Sam a couple of seconds to notice the other aspect of his view. Sitting on the couch in front of him, looking casual as ever, was Tyler. An empathetic smile crept onto Tyler's face. He lifted one hand and gave Sam a little half-wave. Sam opened his mouth to cry out one last time but before he could, his world tilted upwards. The tongue below him rose up to meet his face, the jaws around him shut, and an overwhelming darkness consumed him as Brandon swallowed against him for the last time.

Brandon kept his eyes shut tight as he felt the rest of Sam travel down his throat and eventually settle in his stomach. Sam, no longer trapped by the crushing embrace of the esophagus, was now faced with the harsh reality of a canine stomach, and he struggled with renewed intensity. Brandon wasn't worried. Nothing ever came back up unless he wanted it to, and this was a meal he absolutely intended to keep down. Eyes still closed, he slid his front paws out in front of him and raised his backside high in a deep, deep stretch. He yawned, let out a high pitched half-growl, and laid down. He sighed as he felt his swollen belly and its still squirming contents push against the carpeted floor. He licked his lips, flexed his paws, and let loose an incredible belch.

The struggles inside of his gut calmed a bit and he opened his eyes. Tyler was watching him; amused.

"Nice work."

Brandon burped again. "It's not over yet. It'll take me a while to finish with this one. Why don't you get over here and help me out a bit?"

Tyler didn't hesitate; it wasn't exactly the first time he'd been in this situation. He moved over and plopped down beside his dog. Brandon rolled onto his side, flopped his head against the ground, raised his top back leg, and closed his eyes again. He groaned as he felt his owner's hands push and knead against his swollen tummy. It felt incredible. Sam was putting up quite the fight and Tyler could occasionally feel him moving around inside if he pushed hard enough. After a long massage and a few more burps, however, the intensity of Sam's struggles tapered off and they became much more infrequent. Brandon lifted his head a bit and gave Tyler's arm a lick.

"I feel so good..."

He let his head fall back to the floor. What a great day it had been. Full and content, he drifted almost immediately off to sleep. Tyler lay there with him for a while, using the animal's engorged belly as a pillow and listening to the stomach do its work. Occasionally he thought he could make out a muted whimper or cry for help, but as the stomach grew louder and louder, those sounds were drowned out almost entirely and Tyler too drifted off to sleep. Only Sam remained awake-unable to find rest in his prison of flesh and chyme. Though the dog's steady heartbeat and regular breathing were calming to Tyler who was listening from the outside, to Sam they had a more sinister connotation. It wasn't long before he found himself forced into the fetal position and impossibly compacted. The stomach was soft and fleshy but its shifting walls churned him continuously, and although the sting of the dog's acids were initially imperceptible, it wasn't long before they caused his skin to tingle uncomfortably. Sam's found himself drifting in and out of consciousness many times that night but he never truly fell asleep, and with nothing but mounting discomfort to pass the time, the night felt like an eternity.

Brandon on the other hand slept great, though he woke up the next morning with his mouth as dry as a desert. He always forgot how salty humans were, and he hadn't had a thing to drink after his meal. He looked at his belly. It was a bit smaller now that his meal had been compacted, but if he knew his body at all, and he did, Sam was most likely still alive, albeit probably not very happy. Digesting something this large took a lot of work. He was just about to get up in search of water when he saw Tyler walk in through the kitchen door holding two bowls.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Tyler said. "How ya' feeling?"

He set the two bowls down in front of Brandon's face. One was full to the brim with water, and the other had a few scoops of kibble.

"I know you're probably still working on Sam, but eating some simpler, easier to break down food might help speed up digestion a bit."

Brandon groaned. "Oh my god, thank you so much. You're a lifesaver."

Tyler giggled. "Well I'm not sure how accurate that statement is seeing as I just fed you my best friend, but I'll take the compliment regardless."

Brandon smiled and adjusted his position so he could reach the bowls. The water was exactly what he needed and it tasted incredible. He downed the entire bowl with ease. He wasn't that hungry at this point but he also knew Tyler was right about the kibble speeding up his digestion. He usually liked the idea of drawing things out as long as possible, but he also suspected that Sam had long-since given up on struggling, and getting some more food into his stomach might help with that a bit. Unlike with Sam, he chewed his kibble thoroughly. The kibble didn't taste anywhere near as nice as Sam had, but there was something comforting about the familiar meal. He wondered if Sam would get to try any of the kibble for himself. After a few gulps, he felt some movement. Sam was still kicking around down there after all, it seemed.

Brandon licked his belly. "Oh Sam, you're doing so good in there. I wish I could keep you around forever but you probably won't make it past this afternoon. Hope you're enjoying yourself as much as I am."

"Oh he's definitely not. Hang in there, Sam. Or, you know, don't." Tyler gave the dog's belly a solid thump and stood up to take the empty bowls back to the kitchen. He stopped halfway and looked back.

"What's the record again?"

"Um... about 34 hours, I think. That neighbor guy from a few years back."

"Oh wow, yeah. He was a big dude, right? I doubt Sam will last quite that long."

"I-urp... I think he's nearly done, but he's doing his best."

"He sure is, but so is your stomach."

Brandon chuckled and stood up. "It's putting on a good show, that's for sure! It's okay though, we've got plans tomorrow morning, remember? It'd be a bit inconvenient if I wasn't done with my meal by then. I'm really looking forward to trying that new brunch spot and I wanna make sure I have plenty of room to chow down!"

Inside the stomach, Sam had lost all sense of direction and time. He could occasionally make out the muted sounds of Tyler's voice through the stomach's incessant churning, but he couldn't piece together any words. Brandon's voice came through a bit more clear as it vibrated around him, but even that he couldn't understand without intense concentration, and that was something that had become quite hard to muster over the past 12 hours. His entire body tingled. For a while things had burned and hurt quite a bit, but over time this intense pain melted away and he was left feeling drunk and disconnected from himself; his body buzzing almost sensually. He was grateful for the lack of light; digestion wasn't a nice process and he tried as hard as he could to avoid thinking about the changes his body was going through.

He noticed the water and chewed up clumps of kibble rain down onto him. There was hardly an inch of space left in the stomach at this point, and so the goop worked its way into every spare crevice it could, getting everywhere. His sense of feeling had weakened but this texture was new and he noticed as it coated his body. He squirmed a bit to try and keep the kibble mush from getting in his eyes and mouth, but he lacked the energy and will to struggle too hard. It was gross and demeaning, but it made sense in a way. He and the kibble were identical as far as the stomach was concerned. One was a bit mushier, sure, but it probably wouldn't be long before he was mushy too. As his body broke down, he and the kibble would combine-probably already were combining. They were the same thing now. Dog food. That's all.

That was the last concrete thought that Sam had. He was alive for several more hours but his consciousness had begun to wear thin and it was impossible to form a coherent thought. He could really only feel. The stomach bubbled and churned around him with renewed fervor, and eventually he lost all feeling as well. Not long after that, his mind shut down entirely. A few more hours and his body's form ceased to be recognizable. All that was left was mush.

Brandon didn't do much the rest of the day. Digesting something this big was slow work but he enjoyed watching his stomach shrink back to its taught, natural state while he imagined the contents inside. He'd occasionally poke at it to see how Sam was doing, and he got a few more solid struggles out of him, but it wasn't long before his meal stopped responding even to his hardest prods. Brandon was a bit sad to feel Sam finally leave him, but he kept himself occupied by talking with Tyler, playing with Mr. Squeaky, and by thinking excited thoughts about all the wonderful meals he would surely have in the future.

The next morning, Brandon woke up early to a familiar rumbling in his guts. He looked over at the man sleeping next to him and whined. Tyler opened his eyes and grumbled.

"Mmmm, what time is it?"

"It's early but... I think Sam's ready to come back out."

"Oh!" Tyler perked up. "Yeah, of course. Well, let's not keep him waiting."

The pair walked over to the back door and Tyler let Brandon out into the yard. The dog sniffed around in the grass for a few minutes looking for the perfect spot and found it over by a little corner patch of clover still wet with morning dew. It smelled strongly of squirrel. He'd often see the little guys rooting around in the yard, but they were skittish and always ran away long before he could get close enough to catch them. Brandon circled the raised patch of green and turned back towards the house where Tyler stood in the doorway, watching over him. He looked Tyler in the eye and smiled as he squatted down and released what was left of Sam back into the wild. Brandon's digestive system was efficient and quite used to meals this size. The dog's body had no trouble putting Sam's own to good use and so surprisingly there wasn't too much of him to dispose of. To anyone other than Tyler and Brandon, the little brown pile that now rested on the lawn would hardly have seemed unusual or out of place.

Brandon finished up and walked back towards the house without giving his doings so much as a second glance. Tyler would clean it up later. The dog padded back inside and nuzzled into Tyler's chest. The man rubbed his face and bent down to give him a little kiss on the top of his head.

"He give you any trouble?"

Brandon chuckled. "Nope! There wasn't much left of him. He came out easy."

Tyler gave the dog a tight hug. "Glad you could put him to good use. I'm happy to have you all to myself again."

Tyler shut the door and the two crept back into bed. They had a busy day in front of them but it was still early. As the pair drifted back off to sleep, they couldn't help but reflect on the fact that Sam's presence was now completely gone. For the first time in a few days, the pair felt like they were, once again, completely and truly alone with each other. It was familiar, and it was nice. Their breathing slowed, their bodies went limp, and they slipped back into the land of dreams, but their smiles never left their faces. Life was just about perfect.