Jasper's Meal.txt

Fuuuuck, you're serious? You shrank yourself for me, dude? Jasper said, his cheeks red and his breath shaky. Jasper smacked his lips, showing how much he was salivating at the mere sight of Kwa's 2-inch figure standing in his palm. I-I told you that I had a special gift for you! Me! Kwa replied, trying to sound proud despite his anxiety. Being truly tiny and beholding the sheer MASS of his friend, after only discussing it as an hypothetical for so long, was one hell of an experience. "Before I lose my mind, you DO know that I wanna eat you, right? Like, no kidding, you're so appetizing, dude!" Jasper said enthusiastically. Kwa knew that the two of them constantly talked about tinies being food, but he also trusted his friend to respect him and not harm him. After all, they were friends first, vore fans second! "Yeah, totally! I-I mean, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't hoping to explore your mouth after shrinking, haha...ha..." Kwa's voice trailed off, and he blushed deeply looking at Jasper's lips. Whatever laid on the other side was something he'd only seen in photos and videos he'd obsessively stared at for hours, so the chance to explore in person filled him with a powerful thrill. Jasper's grin widened, eyes gleaming with excitement. He swallowed the excess of saliva in his mouth then exhaled with a long "aaahhh" sound before leaning in closer, his hot breath washing over Kwa's diminutive form. "Well, look what we have here... A delicious willing snack who delivered itself to me. Don't even need DoorDash anymore, with tinies like you!" He extended a finger, slowly tracing along Kwa's back, relishing the tiny tremors it caused. Then, before Kwa could react, Jasper's tongue darted out, licking him up from head to toe in one swift motion. The first touch sent a jolt through Kwa's miniature frame, as if he'd been plugged into an electrical outlet. He quivered, transfixed by the immense organ that seemed to engulf him completely. The sensation was overwhelming - the wet heat, the vibrations, the sheer size difference. Kwa instinctively tried to back off, but Jasper's giant finger held him solidly in place, leaving the tiny helpless and making pathetic noises as the thick tongue traveled across him. Kwa felt the texture of Jasper's tongue, rough yet supple, as it glided over his skin, leaving trails of saliva in its wake. It was intoxicating, making Kwa's tiny heart race and his senses go wild. "Mmm, salty and tangy," Jasper hummed appreciatively, gently rolling Kwa between his thumb and forefinger. "You taste even better than I imagined, tiny." Kwa was left disorientated, struggling to discern down from up, his whole body being treated as an item to taste and toy with. He was hard as a rock, his mind swimming with ideas and fantasies and sheer love for Jasper. If he hadn't been this size, Kwa would have definitely leaned in to try and kiss his friend, so in a way it was better for him to be snack- sized. The mere idea that his entire body would effortlessly FIT inside Jasper's mouth was enough to send him reeling, desperate for more. Jasper's grin grew wider, reveling in Kwa's obvious delight. He gave the tiny figure another playful squeeze, savoring the weightlessness of holding such a minuscule being in his hand. Going from fantasy to reality, Jasper had worried that he'd have moral qualms about harming a real human being; his friend, no less. Seeing and feeling Kwa's new state, his worries were assuaged: Kwa was small enough to not register as a person to the part of his brain that says murder is wrong, but able to talk and move and beg, which was human enough to send the part of Jasper's brain who craves to devour PEOPLE into overdrive. "Last chance, snack boy," Jasper said, his voice straining from the effort to hold himself back even just a few seconds. "If you don't want to be my lunch, say so now or hold your piece forever." Kwa was stunned. No words could penetrate his very bones like the words that just came out of his friend. Being tiny and touching a tongue was one thing, being demeaned, called a snack and promised to be eaten? Kwa felt like Jasper had hit the bullseye in terms of what Kwa liked, in this little roleplay of theirs. "I... I want it... sir!" "Sir? Come on, you can do better than that~" Jasper cooed, and he brought Kwa closer to his mouth, giving the tiny man a spectacular view of the two plump, pink lips and the dark chasm they hid. "... Pl-please eat me, Master!" Kwa begged, his voice strangled by a mixture of arousal and fear. Baseless fear, he kept telling himself; not like Jasper would actually kill him, naturally, it was just playing pretend. Still, those prey instincts saw a mouth large enough to eat him, and his survival instinct was roaring at him to escape. He did not want to escape, though. He wanted to be rolled around that mouth, he wanted to make out with the tongue and run his fingers over his friend's oversized teeth. He wanted to be called a snack, to be sucked on, to be licked and kissed and cherished as a pet. He wanted Jasper to collar him and make him his trusted tiny companion. "Glad you enjoy it, little guy. I've always wondered what you'd taste like," Jasper said, bathing Kwa in his warm and wet breath. "I'd thank you for offering yourself to me, but do people thank the food in their plate? Do you thank the cheese you're munching on? No, I don't think food deserves gratitude." With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jasper popped Kwa wholly into his mouth like a tic-tac, the warm, moist cavern enveloping the tiny man completely. His tongue swirled around the shrunken man, coating him in saliva as he savored the flavor of his willing meal. Inside, Kwa was lost in an ocean of pinks and reds; the saliva was tall enough to fully submerge him when he laid down, so he desperately tried to gasp for air sitting up, yet unable to do so as he kept sinking deeper into Jasper's tongue. Far from helping his suffocating friend, Jasper instead rolled him around his mouth, effortlessly forcing Kwa to stay beneath the saliva drowning him. Kwa's struggles only added to the pleasure, the wriggling and squirming stimulating Jasper's sensitive tastebuds. He blushed uncontrollably, and he needed to sit to avoid having his legs give out from under him. It was a dream come true for both of them, although only one friend was crying for help and desperately trying to breathe. Kwa's gasps and noises and barely-audible cries of "Help!" only intensified his desire to consume Kwa with every passing second. "Hmmm~ You know, some of my favorite snacks put up quite the fight too," Jasper mused, his voice dripping with glee while Kwa dripped with his drool. "But in the end, you all end up the same way: inside me, where you all belong." Kwa was still reeling from the painfully loud voice echoing through Jasper's skull while rolling over him, when the giant pulled out his phone, pointing the camera at his open mouth... directly at Kwa. The tiny was exhausted by now, hyperventilating, drenched and struggling to move under the weight of his saliva-soaked clothes, but he could breathe at last. The tongue was too soft a surface for him to stand, so Kwa remained on his knees, as if praying to the giant whose mouth fully envelopped him. "Jasper!" Kwa yelled out, and he waved an arm at the camera. "Be careful! That was dangerous! Jas... per...?" Outside the mouth, just now visible to Kwa, Jasper pulled out and held a GoPro lamp. Pointing it at his mouth, he turned it on, earning another squeal from Kwa, who shielded his suddenly-searing eyes from the violent light. That was odd, Kwa thought. Jasper only used that setup to film stuff that was heading down his gullet. Was this view—a phone camera next to a blinding light—the last view of all those gummies that Kwa so deeply envied? Surely... surely Jasper did not REALLY mean to....? Jasper watched the feed on his phone's screen, amused by Kwa's frantic attempts to comprehend his situation. He would only get one take, so he could not mess that one up. Slowly, deliberately, while keeping his mouth opened for the camera to capture it all, his tongue shoved Kwa to an edge of his mouth, draping his friend unceremoniously over his back molar. "Jasper! I'm done!" Kwa cried out, his voice strangled. The sudden and violent contact with the teeth made his stomach drop, and for the first time since he shrank, his voice was shrill with genuine fear. "Let me out, Jasper! JASPER!" Jasper felt his crotch tighten even further, if that was possible, from the tiny man's futile attempts to reason with him. He started bringing his teeth together. Kwa desperately fought back, now letting out unmodulated screams of terror. The tiny man's panic only served to heighten Jasper's anticipation, his mind racing with the delicious future ahead. All of Kwa's body strength could not push back Jasper's tongue, so keeping his friend/snack in place proved effortless. And then, the lower row of teeth snapped up and shut against the upper row, and Jasper's skull resonated with the loudest yells of pain and despair that Kwa was capable of producing. Jasper gently released his jaws, relishing the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage giving way to his powerful bite. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, mingling with the copious amounts of saliva that coated his tongue. Inside, in a world dripping with warm blood and drool, Kwa was holding the stump of where his left arm used to be attached. Blood was gushing out of the wound, and he could see his half-shattered bones peeking out of the exposed flesh and muscles. The pain was beyond anything Kwa had imagined. Even as a masochist who constantly fantasized about being hurt, maimed and killed, he could not even find pleasure in the abject horror that was washing over him at the realization that his arm was gone. GONE. Well, not... "gone." It was flopping on the tongue just an inch away, the biceps reduced to mush by the chewing but the forearm and hand intact. Kwa's severed fingers were still twitching. At the base of the arm, the saliva had turned a pale pink; although the blood flooding the area was dark red, it was effortlessly absorbed by the sea of saliva and diluted until Jasper's drool looked light pink. Above, outside of the death trap that Kwa had allowed himself to be placed into, Jasper was painfully resisting the urge to nurse his hard- on; the taste of his friend's blood was metallic, yet it was the most pleasant flavor in the world. The panic, fear and sheer vitality of the man whose blood was being absorbed by his tastebud were the best condiments. As he savored the lingering taste of Kwa's essence, Jasper couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had finally given in to his deepest desires, indulging in the ultimate fantasy of consuming his beloved friend. Sure, he would have loved to keep Kwa around for some time first at this size, being humiliated and abused in plenty of way, but his hunger was too ravenous. Next time he'd get a tiny, that one would live at least a few days before being added to a meal, too bad for Kwa that he was the test run. "J... Jasper... it... it huuurtsss..." Kwa whimpered. He stared at the blinding light coming from outside the mouth, and he crawled pathetically towards it. "Heeeelp... Jaspeeeerrrr... Pleaaaaasee...." Kwa's face would have been covered in tears if not for the flood of pink saliva around him, washing away all tears and staining his face with his own blood mixed in his butcher's eagerness. As the sound of Kwa's anguished cries reverberated through his skull, Jasper's cock throbbed with anticipation. The taste of the tiny man's blood mingling with his own saliva was intoxicating, fueling Jasper's insatiable hunger. He couldn't wait to feel a Kwa-shaped morsel sliding down his throat, and he couldn't wait to show all of their friends the last pathetic moments of their friend's equally-pathetic existence. On the other side of the dental prison, Kwa felt his vision begin to blur as the blood loss intensified. His remaining arm flailed weakly, but there was no escape, no respite from the agony that consumed him. He just rolled helplessly as Jasper's tongue commanded wordlessly, feeling life seep out of him. Jasper merrily savored the coppery tang of Kwa's blood mingling with the salty sweetness of his own saliva. The sensation was intoxicating, and he found himself rocking his head gently from side to side, ensuring every drop of precious fluid was thoroughly tasted and absorbed. His nostrils flared, drinking in the primal flavor of fresh meat, and he could feel his pulse quickening in anticipation of what was to come. "Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined," Jasper said, making Kwa's entire being vibrate. The giant meant it, too. That was hotter and tastier than any fantasy, knowing that a real, fully-formed human life was being sacrificed for it. Kwa might be seen as a friend, as a person, as a hard worker, as an artist, but all those skills and efforts meant nothing when, in the end, Kwa was just a packet of nutrients waiting to be absorbed. "I won't forget your snackrifice, dude." And just like that, Jasper's tongue lifted up and backwards, sending Kwa and his mangled arm careening towards the wide-open throat. Jasper accompanied Kwa's movement by angling his head back, allowing his former friend's battered body to slide smoothly down his gullet. The sensation of being swallowed was unlike anything Kwa had ever experienced. The tight, muscular walls of Jasper's esophagus constricted around him, squeezing and milking far too much blood from his broken body like one would squeeze a ketchup packet to get that last drop. Kwa's vision blurred. He did not want to die. He wanted to live and be a tiny to his friend, not... food. He barely noticed when he dropped into the stomach acids. Food, that was his only role in life, now. He was... food. Really, unironically, treated as any other snack that Jasper might have felt like sending to be dissolved for nutrients. Kwa tried to cry, but he couldn't. It was with extreme efforts that he dragged himself from the lake of acid already attacking his skin, and he slumped against a stomach wall. There was no escape, no rescue, only the inevitability of dissolution. Weakly, feeling an anger and a need for revenge he had never felt before, Kwa gathered whatever little was left of his strength, and he banged on the stomach wall. He punched, he tried to claw the supple material, but nothing he could do left a mark; he could barely send ripples through the stomach lining with his strongest punch from his only remaining arm. He wanted to cry, but he just could not. So he howled, wailing in despair. Outside, Jasper was pointing his phone's camera at his belly, one hand holding his shirt up. On the other side of that mass of flesh, he could feel Kwa's faint movements, and better still, he could hear the faintest cries. Louder than Kwa's wails, Jasper's stomach loudly churned, mixing Kwa's battered form with digestive enzymes designed to reduce complex organic matter to simple compounds. He could perfectly imagine the acidic digestive fluids worked their magic, gradually dissolving Kwa's fragile form into a frothy, protein-rich broth. Jasper let out a contented sigh. The process was both fascinating and arousing to the giant, who reveled in the thought of assimilating his friend's entire existence into his own being. Jasper settled back, allowing his digestive processes to take their course. He could feel Kwa's presence slowly giving way to stillness as his stomach secreted enzymes to break down the man he used to call a friend. It was very cute how Kwa thought his meager resistance could change his fate. "You tasted fucking great, dude," Jasper said, both for the camera and for Kwa, who could barely hear a muffled, distorted version of his words after they traveled through his whole body. And with that, Jasper ended the recording. With one hand, he sent the video to half a dozen friends on Discord, while with the other, he lazily unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his underwear. "This can't be the real Kwa..." wrote one friend, followed by a blush emoji. "How the fuck did you make CGI so realistic???" another replied. Jasper did not bother dispelling their false belief that Kwa was still alive. Well, he WAS still alive, Jasper pondered as his hand enthusiastically traveled up and down his engorged shaft. Alive just long enough for him to feel what Jasper thought of his impeding death. And indeed, deep within his friend, Kwa could tell what was happening. The sensation of Jasper's arousal was unmistakable. The forceful, rhythmic contractions of the giant's stomach muscles seemed to synchronize with the throbbing of his cock, creating a perverse harmony of pleasure and death. Pleasure for Jasper, death for Kwa. Jasper's arousal surged as he watched the video of his stomach churning and breaking down Kwa play back on his screen. The knowledge that his friend was slowly being reduced to nothing more than a haze of proteins and amino acids drifting through his gastric juices, soon to be absorbed and put to use by his body, only heightened his excitement. He stroked his cock with increasing urgency as he observed the tears and the fear and the betrayal on Kwa's tiny face, lost on the landscape of his tongue. It did not take long. Jasper climaxed, and he let out a triumphant roar, his seed erupting across his chest in thick ropes. He pumped his fist in celebration, basking in the afterglow of his intense orgasm. In that moment, he felt invincible, a god among men with the power to consume and absorb anyone. Deep within this god, Kwa was gone; the last remnants of his clothing were quickly fadind, the fabric disintegrating into indistinguishable strands, his bones crumbled, his organs liquefied, until there was nothing left besides a normal stomach having digested a rather light, but very satisfying meal.