Another variation of my first story, this had the drell in it score a human snack in an AU within an AU. (AUception) Kinda felt bad about how even though i complain about the limited amount of turian vore, its still grater than drell. However, i still prefer turians, even though this might be better qualitywise, that depends on the reader. Also, if you were wondering about the cannon of this universe, Brian is officially turian chow, but if being eaten by a drell is your preference here you go.
Still dont own Mass Effect, the gods at Bioware do.


Which Sandwich?

Brian was a simple, middle class human. He lived alone, had an average job working books at the corporate office of some paper shipping company. He was bored, yet happy with his life now, but felt a unique calling of humans in his mind for months now, a constant nagging in the back of his mind, jarred by a loud clanging knock on the translucent glass window of his cubicle. He jumped in his seat and turned to see the massive face of a drell named Felin, his boss and friend. “Oh sorry bud, I just wanted to let you know its quitting time,” Felin spoke with the vibrato tone amongst drell.
“Oh thanks man, mind carrying me to the car?”
“Heh, I know you love being in my hands,” he replied, coyly referring to their casual, partially romantic relationship. Brian smirked and stepped into the giant’s hand from his elevated workspace.
In this universe, humans were introduced to the other races of the galaxy through the mass relays, the intergalactic travel system. They first encountered the turians, acting in fear and firing upon. The humans then entered a war and were easily crushed but the militaristic race due to the fact that their size was abnormally small compared to the rest of the galaxy, standing at 6 inches in comparison. The turians then enslaved the humans, using them as a delicacy food item for many years. For a time, humans lived amongst the turians as second class citizens as this practice continued. Soon, it became commonplace for the humans to be picked up off the street and swallowed on the spot and humans accepted their role as foodstuffs. The intergalactic council dragged its feet to intervene, not wanting to agitate the turians as well as they enjoyed humans as well. However, they eventually amend various constitutions to make the humans equal again and soon are assimilated into society. Their preylike natures remained ingrained into their minds thanks to turian indoctrination, and are often found throwing themselves at the larger spieces, hoping to fulfil this instinct. This was the same feeling in Brian’s mind today and it finally reached its tipping point. As he sat in the drell’s hand, he petted the smooth, scaly surface, enjoying the sway of his walk as he broke the news. “Felin, I think I’m going to get myself eaten tonight.”
Felin looked at the human and gave a mock stare of shock followed by his snarky smile. “Aw, and you didn’t ask me to be the one to eat you? Brian I’m hurt.” He said sarcastically.
“You’re a vegetarian Felin,” Brian replied, deadpan.
“You still could have asked.”
“Okay, will you eat me tonight Felin?” There was sarcasm in Brian’s voice, but a twinge of hope as well. He had never considered Felin as his predator because of his diet, but he was open to the option.
“Nope, I’m a vegetarian remember?”
“Douche.”
“Snack.” The child like insults were ended quickly, they were comfortable with each other enough to make these comments, but the tone shifted fast.
They arrived at Felin’s modest skycar, and got in, a little more slowly than usual, almost as if to savor this moment, a final ride between the two friends. Felin sat in his seat and set Brian on the dashboard, unbuttoning his jacket, revealing his scaly abdomen, resembling that of a human’s. He then moved Brian back towards him, setting the meek human on his gut to take in the sight. “I imagine that since you never get to go inside, you’d at least want a look at it,” he reasoned, nonchalantly taking off and beginning their journey home.
Brian sat against the gut, smiling happily at his friend and gently petting the stomach. It was soft and warm to the touch, uplifting his spirit and relaxing his muscles. He imagined the food that did get to be eaten: a wet pile of chewed veggies, fruits, and bread, maybe some cheese, lots of crackers. They soaked up the wet foods and made it easier on the drier associated drell diet. He lost himself in the image, entranced by the idea and soon found himself at home. “Boy, you’re distracted today,” Felin observed. Brian shook himself awake and found himself again in the hand, elevated to Felin’s face, only to see the smirk once more and soon a wide open mouth replaced it, granting Brian a magnificent view into the alien’s maw. The tongue was angular and almost pointed, similar to a human’s but sharper. There were more pointed teeth and black lines along the inside of his maw; internal patterns of pigments that made points on the inside of his cheeks and trail back into the cavernous throat. Brian was placed on the slimy tongue and gasped out of shock. Was his friend going to change his mind about eating him? He pulled his legs into the mouth and the lips sealed behind him. The room flexed and tilted to Felin’s subtle head bobs and saliva seeped into Brian’s clothes. A “mmhhh” sounded around Brian before light had shone into the mouth again and he was pulled out, a thick strand of drell spit following. “Well that was tasty, now I’m regretting some life choices,” Felin broke the awkward silence between the two.
“Wow…that was nice Felin but now I have to shower. I doubt someone would want to have drell spit coated human for dinner tonight.”
“Why not, you’re into it.” He winked and licked his lips, reminiscing about his friend’s flavor. He tasted salty, smooth on the tongue and making his stomach rumble in delight. A deep and primal hunger he hid was awoken; a dominating, predatory instinct that demanded the consumption of food.
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What he saw before him was no longer only a friend. It was a chunk of meat that his body had so desperately been craving for a long time. He brought Brian close to his nose, inhaling deeply to take in the smell. He reeked of dried spit, soothing the mind of the drell as he shifted back into an omnivore.
“Oh Brian… I…think I want to eat you now…” He said, a twinge of excitement mixed with nervousness erupted. Yes, he had to be the one to eat him. There was nothing greater at the moment. This human had to be drell food and tonight was the night.
“You mean that Felin? Will you?” Brian replied, feeling significantly smaller in the drell’s hand, enjoying the powerful muscles beneath the scales. He looked at the angular face of the hungry alien and felt warmth and security. Brian was excited, he might even be eaten sooner than he had expected.
“Oh yeah, you’re so tasty you’re making me change my mind about eating meat. Take it as a compliment little bite, that’s impressive.” His tone changed, becoming more domineering and assertive. He dropped the human back onto the stomach and aggressively shifted the gear on the skycar, taking off with speed. He apparently really wanted to eat Brian soon.
On the alien gut, the human pressed against the abdomen, not ripped with muscles but instead soft, cozy and warm. The slick texture of his scales soothed his body as he pressed his ear to the side of the stomach, listening inside at the now impatient rumbles for food. Brian imagined soothing those sounds, slowly being churned inside as he was being digested.
“Have you never eaten a human before Felin?” Brian asked, curious at how fast he was going.
“Oh tons, but I had to go vegetarian because all that meat was doing bad things to me.” Felin thought about the highlights of the humans he ate. Human and ramen, mashed potatoes and human, human sushi roles, human-topped cake with a caramel drizzle. But this one would be joining their ranks in his stomach. He must have eaten the equivalent of a whole city of humans by now, and no he was not exaggerating.
“I hope that I don’t restart that when I go in there Felin.”
“Oh no, the issue is long passed, I just needed time to heal, but one human wont kill me.”
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They quickly arrived at Felin’s house; the drell peeled the human off the stomach, carrying him into the apartment, a modest place but well decorated and cool temperature.
“Ah, nice to be back in your cozy house…but not as cozy as your stomach I bet.” Brian said, hoping to hunger the drell more, and he succeeded.
“Oh it will be nice and tight and warm inside my gut, snack.” Felin rubbed his abdomen, squishing the flesh before the human’s eyes, showing him the belly fat he’d soon become part of.
“My you know how to make a guy feel welcome Felin.” Brian spoke breathlessly, picturing himself inside again, only to have the massive fingers snap next to him, shaking him back into reality.
“Brian, there’s no need to imagine what it’s like to be my food.” Felin stepped away to reveal three sandwiches on the table, each with the top slice of bread off. He picked up the bit of meat and set him on the table.
“I want you to pick a sandwich, they’re all the same: cheese, lettuce, and onion. But I want you to hide in one, when I come back from the bathroom I want to find three, identical sandwiches before me. I’ll eat all three, there’s no chance of you not going in my stomach tonight so don’t worry. It’s just a question of how long you’ll last.” He smirked again and sauntered off, letting Brian admire his figure as he rounded the corner.
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It didn’t take long for him to figure out which ‘wich to hide in. It never mattered so he settled it with random chance, lifting the bread on the other two and concealing himself below the bread. The slices were thick and he didn’t show beneath them.
Soon, the sound of a practiced stride of a handsome drell pattered its way to the dinner. He looked onto the kitchen table to see three, delicious looking sandwiches. One of which, would break his boycott on flesh he maintained for so long. His stomach growled in hunger and he gave a devilish smirk, reaching out and gently grasping one stack of food. From inside, Brian could barely see his predator grab a sandwich to his left. He rose it high and took a small bite, being careful to try and not harm any potential human inside it. As he chewed, he bore a quizzical look, shrugged his shoulders, and ravenously bit into the rest with a massive bite, chewing loudly and smacking his food with each flex of the jaw. He swallowed and repeated, giving Brian the view of a bulge in his throat briefly before vanishing into his toned chest. His eyes stared at the gut as he faintly heard a satisfied groan from the gut. He didn’t have long to fantasize; Felin finished the first sandwich and moved onto the next. A pressure was felt as fingers wrapped around him. It seemed he was going to be the midpoint of this meal tonight. He saw the mouth lick its lips and then become ajar, revealing the maw he had been inside earlier that day. This time he wasn’t coming out. Bits of food from the sandwich could be seen inside, residue that would fall into the throat eventually. The smell of his breath infiltrated the human’s nose and carried traces of chlorophyll in plants, the bitterness of coffee, and…Fish? Looks like Felin might have been cheating a little on his diet with more than just the human meat in his sandwich. The mouth approached slowly and the teeth came together a bit to Brian’s right. They were pearly white, flecks of yellow staining at the base thanks to the excessive amounts of coffee he drank. They pierced through the bread and crunched through the veggies effortlessly, remaining close to the rest of the food to give the human a close up view of mastication. Almost in an instant, the sharper teeth tore through the bread and crunched away at the bite, soon squelching as it became a wet pile of slop drowned in spit. He closed his mouth hummed his pleasure before speaking
“Now that bite was a bit different. I wonder if my human is in there.” He spoke in a sultry manner as if to tease Brian. He took another test bite, this time to the left. He repeated the process, chuckling heartily after the next swallow. “I’m going to guess… you’re in here?” he peered down into the sandwich for confirmation to see the cute human squeezed between his meal, giving a meek wave.
“Oh…hai..” Brian blushed, an adorable characteristic of humans that made Felin only more hungry.
“Well well, looks like I have a fellow who stumbled into my sandwich. There’s only one thing to do with you cutie.”
“Eat me?”
“We have a winner, here’s your prize.” The jaws parted again, coming close to Brian as the lips and teeth passed his view. A pressure in the sandwich could be felt as well as the sound of veggies crunching again. With a well practiced mouth, Felin gently chewed, careful to never to harm the human, only gently biting down with his molars or removing him from the mush completely. All the while, he held his mouth open, letting light fluctuate to the flexing lips and teeth. The end result left Brian sitting in a mush of chewed food, moaning in happiness. He sqealed with more joy as the head tipped slightly, letting him slide down to the back of the throat smoothly. The muscles reached out and pulled him inside with a wet swallow.
Outside, an observer would see the drell swallow a large bite and nothing more. By law and physical assumptions, the human could be written off as officially eaten. Felin traced pressure in his body with a finger, stopping at his stomach and patting it gently. He then shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and moved on with his meal.
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Brian landed into the stomach with a spash, mixing in the mush and giggling cheerfully. He felt a reverberation through the organ in a beat pattern, his friend satisfied with his meal. The belly shook and sloshed at it. More food began to rapidly pour inside; a continuous steam of goop falling into the belly and filling it up to Brian’s chest. He moved his hands through the chunky paste and smiled. Soon the food stopped and everything settled for a moment with the pair relaxing. Brian broke the silence by shouting out.
“Enjoy your meal Felin?”
…
Felin heard a muffled voice from his stomach. He chuckled at it and rubbed his belly.
“Oh yeah, haven’t felt the pleasure of quality meat inside me for years. Shoulda eaten you a long time ago.” He rose at that and walked to the bathroom, removing his clothes and taking a shower. He gave extra attention to his abdomen. He then belched and smirked, stepping out and heading to bead after drying off.
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Brian could feel a pressing hand on the other side, smiling as he was felt. His small world swayed as Felin walked, sloshing inside at the movements. He heard a metal squeak an the sound of rain outside. His predator must be taking a shower.
“I always wanted to be in the shower with you Felin.” He then heard the shower stop and sloshed about as Felin sat upright in bed.
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“Bet you never imagined this way huh?” Felin laughed at his joke and continued to pet his stomach. A rumble sounded; the start of digestion.
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Inside, the mush began to bubble and the stomach began to rhythmically press on him. Gurgles and groans could be heard aplenty inside. Over time, Brian’s body softened and bits of him began to melt off in a neutral colored paste.
“Where on your body do you think I’ll end up?”
…
“Probably belly fat, or my thighs. That’s where meat usually goes inside of me.”
…
Brian continued to digest, fading in and out as more of him melted away. Eventually, a churn pressed on his oh so soft body and he merely fell apart into a gooey mush. It sloshed and bubbled inside Felin as the drell casually fell asleep, reigniting an old habit.