The Bet
My very first vore story... I wrote this 10 years ago so don't judge too harshly!
A group of friends make a bet involving a very hungry dog.
The Bet
by RabidChipmunk
CW: M/M, feral/human, unwilling fatal vore, betrayal, cruelty, and digestion.
Five men in their mid 20's sat together around a coffee table. They had all been friends throughout college, but now that they were out of school, most of them were only able to see each other once a year. Everyone was laughing, and most were more than a little inebriated.
"I'm starved", Jack yelled. "When's that pizza getting here?"
"Relax dude, I just ordered it five minutes ago."
Jordon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back towards the main conversation. No sooner than those words had left his mouth, however, the doorbell rang. Jack gave him a devious smile and ran towards front door.
"Oh shit! I didn't think you were coming, Chris! Good to see ya! Jesus, what the hell kinda dog is that? It's fucking huge!"
In walked Chris, always the late arrival, but Chris himself was not what anyone noticed, even though no one had seen him in a year's time. What everyone noticed, was his pet. Chris had what must have been a 5 foot tall German Shepherd following him around. It was a beautiful dog, if it could even be called a dog, but it was absolutely gigantic. Everyone stared; dumbfounded.
Chris just laughed, "This is Randal, and yes, he is actually a dog. Don't let his size fool you, though, he's super friendly."
They took turns going up to the dog and petting him. Randal seemed to love the attention, and his gargantuan tail thwacked against the wall in rhythmic succession as he was petted.
"Jesus, Chris, what do you feed that thing! He must eat, like, 10 pounds of dog food a day!"
"That's what's great, actually", Chris smirked. "I only have to feed the guy once a month. Though when he eats, boy does he eat. You might not believe me, but I've been giving him pigs; live pigs! He just swallows the things whole!"
They all looked skeptically at the 310 pound wagging beast. Jordon spoke up first.
"You're telling me that your dog can swallow pigs...whole?"
"Yep."
"Bullshit dude, prove it!"
"Well, it's been about a month since he last ate anything, so he's probably hungry enough, but I don't see any pigs around, do you? I was going to pick something up for him tomorrow."
"You're just making excuses." Smirked Josh. "I bet you 100 bucks that he can't do it."
"Well, if you can find me something comparable to a pig in size, and edible, I'll prove it to you right now."
Everyone paused and glanced around the room. After a few seconds, Josh spoke up.
"Fine, have him try to eat one of us."
Everyone laughed for a few seconds, but soon stopped as they noticed that Josh wasn't smiling.
"I'm serious. Come on guys, think about it. It's impossible for the dog to be able to do something like that. Who's ever heard of a dog swallowing a pig, let alone a person? It's easy money!"
Chris frowned, "Guys, I'm not joking, he really can do it."
"Yeah, he's totally full of it", grinned Hank. "I'll take the bet."
One after another, each of the party members vocalized their agreement.
"Ok, listen." Chris was thinking hard, "If you guys really are serious about this, know that I don't take any responsibility for what happens to you. It's your own damn fault if you wind up in Randal's stomach. This is a terrible idea, it really is, but if you guys want to die that badly, then be my guest. Saves me money on food anyways."
"Hah! You're so full of it. You can't scare us!" Josh laughed. "Ok, who're we gonna sacrifice'?"
Everyone pointed at Jordon without a second's thought; he'd always been the scapegoat.
"I don't know guys, I'm not really feeling too comfortable about this."
Josh rolled his eyes, "Fuck, Jordon, don't be such a pussy. Here, we'll even give you the biggest share of the winnings."
Everyone nodded in agreement, "Yeah, that seems fair."
"Come on, dude, it's not like he can actually do it."
Jordon smiled nervously, "Fine...fine, but only if I don't have to pay for pizza either."
"Deal!" Josh spurted out, "Ok Chris, let's see what that dog can do."
"Fine", Chris said calmly, "but don't say I didn't warn you."
He put his hands around the dog's neck and took off his collar. "So he can swallow Jordon without him getting stuck", he explained. He then motioned for Jordon to come closer. Chris grabbed his hand and stuffed it under Randal's nose.
"Randal, food."
The dog took a long whiff of Jordon's hand, and licked his lips. What happened next took everyone by surprise. The dog placed a single, large paw on Jordon's chest and pushed him roughly towards the ground. He fell, and before he could get back up, Randal was on top of him. The large animal was ripping through his clothing.
"What the hell! Dude, tell your dog to stop! He's ruining my clothes!" Jordon yelled as he tried, unsuccessfully, to push the beast off of him.
"He can't digest clothes." Chris shrugged.
Everyone watched, in awe, as Randal stripped Jordon naked. The 24 year old could feel the dog's hot breath all over his body as it worked off his clothing. The animal was obviously anticipating the meal, as it was drooling buckets, and would stop every few seconds to give Jordon a long, wet slurp. The dog's rough tongue caused Jordon to recoil every time it touched him. It was soft, but forceful; as if it was attempting to strip the very skin from his body. With the tongue came the drool. The dog's self-made lubrication clung to Jordon's body, and began to dry in areas left alone too long, making the skin underneath feel tight, and unnatural.
Every now and then the animal would put its whole mouth around a part of Jordon's body, and sort of gnaw on him, as if he were a chew toy. Randal's teeth weren't all that sharp, but they were wielded with enough force that the dog's mouth was not an inviting place. Body parts that entered the mouth, left with small indentations on the skin where the teeth had been.
Finally, Jordon was completely naked, and Randal, now triumphant, laid down on top of him and stared into his eyes. The man felt the dog's stomach push against his, and felt his whole body vibrate as it's stomach growled.
"Ok, I believe you now", whined Jordon. "You win the bet. Just call him off...please."
"Sorry," said Chris, "you're his food now. I couldn't make him stop if I wanted to."
"Jesus, this is crazy", Josh marveled. "That dog's really going to do it. He's going to swallow you like a piece of spaghetti."
Randal opened his cavernous maw in an excited half-yawn, and Jordon got a good look at his destination for the first time. The massive tongue swelled and pulsated as if it were alive, and a long, stale breath wafted over Jordon's face. Randal started in by giving his food one more going over with his tongue, to prolong the experience that he only got to savor once a month. Jordon found it hard to breathe as the large mouth played around with his face; slurping, chewing, and sucking it all at once. "Bad dog!" the man weakly coughed between the dog's slobbering, but Randal paid no attention; he was hungry.
Jordon lifted his arms and pushed them against the muzzle in attempt to move it, but to his surprise, the dog simply opened his mouth wider and encased Jordon's hands. The man felt his hands pressed between the roof of the mouth, and the ravenous tongue below as the dog suckled and swallowed around them. His right hand was pressed into the cheek and gnawed upon for a little bit while his left hand was held firmly out of the way.
After a few minutes of this, Randal had had enough. He was hungry. Jordon could swear that he saw the dog smile as he tensed up and gave a large swallow. His hands were forcefully pulled, as if by a vacuum, into the back of the throat. It was slicker and slimier back there, but also tighter. His hands were pressed firmly together, and were slowly forced deeper as they were pulled by the throat's pulsating motion.
"Somebody help me!" Jordon yelled frantically. He glanced around at his friends, but none of them moved.
"Well...I mean, we can't, really. It would be against the rules of the bet." Alex said.
"Screw the bet, I'm being eaten! I'm going to be dog shit unless you guys do something!" Jordon groaned as his arms were pulled even deeper into the dog's slimy embrace.
"You agreed to this, dude." Josh stated, matter-of-factly. "It's your own fault you're in Randal's mouth."
Each sickening swallow brought Jordon's face closer to Randal's. He was beginning to smell the animal's breath, and its excited breathing was growing louder and louder.
"Fuck you guys! You forced me into this! Please, I'm begging you, help me! For God's sake!"
All of the sudden, the swallowing stopped, and it was immediately clear why. Randal and Jordon were nose to nose. His arms were completely inside the dog now, and his head was going to be next. For a few seconds, there was silence. Dog and human stared each other in the eyes. Jordon spoke up in a last ditch effort to save himself.
"Please dog. Please don't do this. I can get you better food than me anyways. I'll feed you more than once a month! I'll even--"
Jordon was silenced as Randal opened his maw and engulfed Jordon's head; the animal didn't know what he was saying, but he didn't really care either. He had never had a meal quite as tasty as the human before. He was quite enjoying himself, and couldn't wait to have the human slurped down and wriggling in his stomach.
The massive tongue explored every inch of Jordon's face. Within a few seconds, it face was slimy and soaked. He tried to thrash around, but the dog had him pinned; with his paws and with his jaws. The dog could not quite close his mouth all the way, and streams of light illuminated the mouth. In between the passes of the tongue, Jordon caught glimpses of his surroundings, which only served to heighten his fear. He tried once more to call out, but was muffled by the beast's tongue.
Finally, Randal resumed swallowing. Jordon groaned as he could see his face getting closer and closer to the back of the mouth. The throat quivered, as if excited for him to soon be contained within it. The dog's panting and short grunts were frequent, and much louder from within the maw than from outside it. Slowly, as his face was drawn further back, the light faded, until finally, with one wet swallow, it vanished completely.
Jordon's face was completely within the throat now. Randal's neck bulged slightly from his meal, but the dog didn't seem to mind.
"Wow, I guess you really did need to take off his collar." Marveled Frank.
Jordon could barely breathe now. The throat was a tight fit, and the walls were slick with mucus. As slimy as the mouth was, the throat was much worse. Randal was swallowing quicker now, though still finding the time to give Jordon a thorough tongue-bath. The dog was enjoying itself immensely. He thoroughly gnawed and suckled each part of Jordon before swallowing; it brought out the flavor, and made the boy struggle, which felt sort of like a massage.
Before long, Jordon felt his hands push up against the opening to the stomach. He knew what this meant; it was the end of the line, where kibble went to die. He was dog food, plain and simple, and before long, he'd be dog shit. He'd be squeezed out of a dog's furry asshole, scooped up without a thought, and thrown away.
As he began spilling out into Randal's stomach, he could feel his feet entering the dog's mouth. His last contact with the outside was coming to an end. The dog closed his mouth and began playing around with his feet, sticking its tongue in between his toes, and chewing softly on his soles. Finally, the animal tilted back his head and gave one last, mighty swallow. The party watched as a large bulge traveled down the dog's throat, and finally settled in its stomach. Chris calmly walked over to the scene and re-fastened the collar. Randal began to wag. The dog looked straight at the group of guys and gave a mighty burp.
They all laughed.
"It smells like Jordon!"
"Hard to believe he's inside of there, yeah?"
"I've never seen a more satisfied animal!"
Inside the stomach, Jordon began to tear up. He thought about his life, and how much he would never accomplish. He wasn't ready to die. The stomach was a tight fit, and he was forced into the fetal position. The air inside was stale, and he could feel the stomach walls begin to work him over, massaging him and moving him systematically through the stomach acid.
The rest of the guys walked over and began petting Randal all at once. The dog rolled over on its back for a tummy rub.
"Oh man, this is crazy. Check it out guys, you can feel him inside!"
Jordon, now upside down, could feel the hands pushing at him from the outside, as each of his friends took their turn feeling him. He could faintly hear the sound of their laughter through the belly. Randal burped again, and Jordon found himself squished even more tightly as some of the air rushed out of the stomach.
"Ok guys, now it's time to pay up."
The group of guys stepped away from Randal and looked at Chris.
"Yeah, I guess it is, isn't it. Goddammit Jordon, way to get eaten."
They all laughed and searched through their wallets for money to pay Chris. Just as they had finished, the doorbell rang.
"Pizza!"
"Wow, I almost forgot that we ordered that."
Chris opened the door, and exchanged forty dollars for a few boxes of pizza. He brought the food over to the table and everyone began to dig in.
"This is really good. I wish we had pizza this good closer to my place."
They friends made idle conversation for a few minutes until Chris had an idea.
"Hey, guys, don't you think Jordon wants some pizza?"
They stared at him for a few seconds, confused, until one by one, smiles crept onto their faces.
"Hey, yeah, I'll bet he does, and something to wash it down, too!"
"Get a few slices of sausage and a bucket of water over here! Hey Randal! Come 'ere boy!"
The dog slowly stood up and padded over to the group, his swollen belly swaying back and forth as he walked. He sat down and stared at them.
"You want some pizza, boy? A nice snack after your meal?"
They put four big slices of sausage pizza and a huge bucket of water before the dog. Randal hesitated for half a second, wondering if he really was still hungry, before he gave in to his instincts. He ravenously gulped down the pizza, and licked the plate clean.
Jordon heard the dog's gulps and knew something was happening. He felt entrance to the throat open up, and groaned as a heap of chewed pizza forced itself onto his face. He tried to wipe it off, but more kept coming. Wave after wave of slimy, pizza sludge was pushed into the stomach, and onto Jordon. He squirmed around, trying to shift his face away from the opening, but by the time he managed this, the pizza had stopped coming. Jordon started to relax, but soon took up squirming again as water, sickeningly warm and mixed with saliva, began to pour in. This began to fill up the cramped stomach rather quickly, and Jordon did not like the idea of that at all. He pounded on the stomach walls as hard as he could.
From the outside, this was quite a sight to behold. The group was watching the dog's belly with wonder. They could see it shake and wobble, and every once in a while, they could see a visible bulge, presumably from Jordon's frantic struggling. Randal, of course, appeared not to notice any of this, but the men were captivated.
"Wonder how he'll end up dying. You think he'll drown, suffocate, or will the stomach acid get him?"
"I guess we won't know, will we? I mean, we can't exactly ask him!"
They all laughed again, and continued eating, though they all kept an eye on the wriggling stomach. Randal finished the bucket of water, and laid down. He was tired, and a meal this large was going to take a lot of energy to digest. He let out a gigantic burp, and laid his head on the floor. This had been a really good day. He had never had a meal as good as this before. The human had tasted amazing, and the wriggling really was quite nice. He hoped that his master would feed him one of these again some day. The dog drifted off into sleep, thinking of how nice it felt to have Jordon struggling in his belly.
Jordon felt the animal's breathing slow, and knew that he was sleeping. Half submerged in water and stomach acid, and covered in pizza, Jordon thought to himself that he would give anything to be somewhere else. He couldn't budge; the stomach was too tight. What little air was left was growing stale, and the stomach was churning pretty roughly now, meaning that when he tried to breathe, he sometimes only got a mouthful of stomach contents. He felt himself start to slip into unconsciousness. The lack of fresh oxygen was getting to him. His eyelids felt heavy, and he closed them, knowing that he would probably never open them again.
The party went on for a few hours still, and finally, they all parted ways around 4 AM. Randal was woken up so he could get into the car to leave. The dog yawned and burped again as he slowly got up. He was still able to taste his meal in the back of his throat. Jordon, however, did not wake up, even when the dog jumped into the back of the car. Jordon would never wake up, for he was dog food now, and he was doing what dog food did best, digesting.