Another commission for  21parrots who has been supporting me a lot with commissions lately. I really appreciate it dude!

To show my thanks I included an extra two thousand words. That and I had a lot of fun writing this anyway X3. Be fore-warned that there is some mild chewing involved with this story, but its nothing overtly gorey, which is why I wont make this mature. Someone does get his foot broken though.

I got a lot of creative freedom with this one which was awesome, so let me know what you guys think in the comments!



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It seemed the culture of it was all around Max, a small human student under the constant reminder of just how edible he and his species were. Although, considering that he was in a cafeteria populated by aliens from all across the galaxy that would convene here at the Citadel, he really shouldn’t be surprised. He sat on his human sized platform, watching the aliens walk past him in multiple directions. There were a few other humans also present with him, scattered with their own friends and socializing.

On the walls were various holographic posters advertising events on campus for students to attend at their leisure. There was the bio-ball homecoming game, the Enkindlers bequeathal ceremony ran by the hanar group, and a guest speaker’s special lecture. The guest speaker was a drell scientist by the name of Golan Mansh, who would discuss drell biology to all interested students. Because drell were not a frequent occurrence in the galaxy, it was common for universities to omit them in xenobiology classes, letting privatized education sources teach the topic. Fortunately, by hosting these guest lectures Gulran is allowing many students to not need it entirely.

Max smiled. He had gone to each lecture so far, even though he was an art historian major. The first week covered circulation, the second was for respiratory systems, and the third week is split between skeletal, nervous, and digestive systems. Max always enjoyed learning about alien physiology. During high school he would always research it for fun. The only reason he wasn’t working to be a biologist was because he knew he likely wouldn’t survive through his time at the university and didn’t want to spend it grinding through a difficult textbook; he knew he would be eaten eventually.

This seemed like the place for that kind of thing to happen as well. Just now, he watched a salarian approach the platform and wave at one of the humans there. The two chatted for a few moments before the salarian casually picked up the human between two of his fingers. The human waved goodbye to his friends before the salarian placed him atop the lettuce on a sandwich and covering it with bread before going back to his own table to devour his acquaintance.

There was no shortage of human students at this University. Acceptance rates among Max’s kind were usually high at multi-species schools since they could seat so many in the classrooms. The only costly thing would be a transportation system, which consisted of tubular trams that ran along the ceiling to rapidly transport humans, and small hovering disks to carry them around short distances.

Max stood up from his seat, pushing the tray he was eating off of forward to be collected by a cleaning drone soon. He stood on his disk and floated up to a parked tram, pressing a few keys on it so that it would take him back to the dorms.

…

A small port zipped open and Max hovered through, parking on a nearby counter before slumping on the human sized furniture placed there. Off in the distance, a few feet for the turian but much farther for Max, he could see his turian roommate, gulping loudly before noticing his friend.

“Oh hey Max, sorry man you just missed Sarah.” Villik said, pushing his plate back from himself.

“Really? I didn’t see her on the way out.” Max said as he pulled his datapad from his backpack.

“Nah she didn’t leave. I literally just ate her.” Vill patted his stomach gently, which glorped in response. “She won’t be leaving at all.”

“You? You ate Sarah Biggs?” Max scoffed and rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t have believed Vill if he didn’t see her backpack on the counter near him.

“Someone had to, since she just looked so delicious, and she certainly was.” Villik slurped at his mandibles before leaning over towards Max. “If you don’t believe me, you could go down and see for yourself.”

Max blushed a bit and playfully chuckled the offer away. Instead, he proceeded to loot Sarah’s bag. This happened frequently among the students. It wasn’t like the eaten humans would need the items inside anyway. His hands shifted through the contents. There were a couple of devices, spare data drives, a high capacity datapad, and a credit chit with what seemed to be all of Sarah’s money on it.

“Hey, eaters keepers Max!” Villik laughed as he reached over and attempted to grab her credit chit, his big fingers too large to snatch it from Max’s hands.

“Relax big guy, I’ll give you the chit, I just wanna see what’s in here.” The human tossed the turian the chit, which easily landed in his hand. Villik activated his omnitool, transferring the funds to his own chit before throwing it back to Max to do with as he pleased.

Max probably got half of his stuff from Villik’s prey. The turian was a regular carnivore that often brought the human population down significantly. He was even voted as “predator of the year” in the yearbook, with a record count of 103 different prey sent into his stomach to be liquefied.

After finishing the search for school supplies in the bag, Max set it aside and Villik held out his hand for the human to step onto. Max took the offer, sitting down on the turian’s palm and carried over to the table to eat his own dinner.

…

“So, um, Vill… would you mind if-” Max began to speak but was interrupted by his alien friend.

“If you sleep on my stomach tonight?” Villik asked, finishing Max’s sentence with his signature cocked brow. The two had just spent the night studying together for a history test next week, and then watching a bio-ball game.

“…Yeah.” Max nervously asked. The turian smiled and took the human in his talons, carrying him over to the dorm bed. There was a small human bed nearby, but Max never found it comfortable. He much preferred the threatening yet comforting turian abdomen, which gave soothing gurgles that lulled him to sleep.

Villik changed into his sleeping clothes, a simple shirt and soft clothed pants before climbing into the bed, it creaked and groaned under his weight. He reached over a talon and plucked Max up with it, setting the human on his abdomen where his friend Sarah was being digested. Max laid close, listening inside. He was comforted by a securing hand from Villik that laid onto him as the turian began to doze.

Just below Max, under the layers of plates, skin, fat, and muscle; there was the stomach. Max could hear a shifting noise inside as something solid moved about, likely a chunk of food from Sarah not entirely digested yet. He moaned a bit at this thought and writhed, gently petting the surface.

He thought back to the first time he did this with Villik. It was about a month into the first semester and he came out to the turian as a foodie. Foodie was a term used for human students who intended to be eaten during their college career . Hearing that lit a spark in Villik’s eyes, and he accepted the offer happily. The morning after he first asked, Max woke up inside the turian’s mouth, offered a choice of becoming breakfast or continuing his college life. Max had thought hard about it but decided to not be eaten. Villik was disappointed but accepted this, and the practice became common between the two.

Now, the thoughts about swimming in turian chyme flowed through Max’s mind as he fell asleep there atop his friend.

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“So when exactly do I get to put you on the other side.” Villik asked, pressing Max to the gut a bit aggressively.Max awoke to this and groaned under the pressure, his mind barely registering what Vill asked.

“Ugh, what?” Max asked groggily, and the question began to become more clear. “Oh! Um , sorry Vill I don’t know…”
Max was at a loss of words, when Villik laughed and gently patted the human.

“I’m only messing with you Max.” Villik said and picked up Max from the spot on his abdomen. “You just seem so infatuated with my gut I’d have figured you’d ask me to put you in it by now.”

“Honestly I would’a thought so too, but I just...” The human trialed off as he was brought to the platform with his wardrobe.

“Don’t worry about it Max, I understand.” Villik said. Max turned, wondering what Villik ment. Even he didn’t entirely understand why he wasn’t ready for it. “It’s because you simply don’t want to be eaten by me. We’re friends and that’d make it weird, and maybe even too intimate”

Max thought about Villiks words. Maybe he was right, he couldn’t tell entirely. Villik was a psychology student though, so his word was significant evidence to Max. He wondered though if the psychology Villik was taught crossed species barriers. Before Max could respond, he felt a pat on the back by the massive hand.

“I don’t mind not eating you. Just know that you’ve always got a place in me if you want it.” Villik promised, leaving the room to go change and get ready for the day. Normally Max would still be in bed by this time, since he worked out his schedule so that he didn’t have classes on Fridays. But today was the final day for lectures by Golan. He didn’t want to miss them, and began to get dressed.

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“Now as you can see, the added blood flow of the tri-valved heart increases the rate of digestion to other species by an average of 2%. This is insignificant from a simple family doctor, but is paramount for pharmacists calibrating the dissolving rate of medicine capsules for drell.”

The drell scholar stood in front of a large diagram laying out a simplified version of the digestive system. His scales were a blue color while his accented body parts were yellow. Every time he opened his mouth, Max could get a small peak into his yellow tinted insides. Dying your internal flesh was not uncommon, but it was a bit rarer for those with academic careers. He was discussing the anatomy of the stomach when the question of blood flow came up from an interested asari student who sent the question in through her omnitool. Max was enthralled completely by this experience. Throughout this lecture, he got to learn the intimacy of a drell digestive system, and how it behaves towards food.

Food like me, Max thought. He let that simmer in his mind for a momet before he realized that he was missing out on more of the lecture. During that, he learned the specific chemicals that were present in the gastric fluids and how each worked on different pieces of food in general. He was thankful for being so small; otherwise the other aliens would have seen him squirming in his seat.

The human’s eyes turned to the drell’s stomach, thinking about how many meals there were inside of it. All of which would never be seen again. He wondered how many of those meals included humans, and just how many of his kind were lost inside. The bliss of the train of thought filled Max, but it was cut short when the lecture ended.

“And that concludes my final lecture of drell physiology. Please tell your friends if they missed it to attend the later lecture after lunch.” Golan stated, closing the program and packing up any data pads he had on his person into his satchel.

Max shook himself out of his trance. What? This couldn’t be it; he was enjoying himself too much. He had to make it continue somehow. With a hint of desperation, the human got onto his hovering disc and made his way to the drell packing up as he was getting ready to leave. He floated over the crowd of exiting aliens and waited behind a small, unofficial queue of people asking questions. Once they were all gone it was just him and the drell.

“Excuse me, Mr. Mansh? I had a quick question.” Max asked to the titan of an alien before him. “How does the drell digestive system react to having a whole human inside it?”

“Oh? Well I can’t exactly answer that question quickly. I’m sorry, that’s more of a dietary topic rather than a physiological one. Who is your professor for physiology?” The drell asked, barely looking at the human asking the question as he closed his bag.

“I don’t have one sir, I’m not a medical student I’m just an interested artist.” Max confessed, he was afraid that the drell might not appreciate his presence, considering that he was not going to make any practical use. But instead, Golan was intrigued.

“Ah I see, well if you’ll join me in my office, I can discuss that topic in more detail. I have else nothing to do until the next lecture.” The drell held out his hand, welcoming Max who was surprised at this. He disembarked the disc, onto the blue scaled palm, and set it to return to the docking station it was designated for.

…

The door wooshed open to reveal an orderly room. Around the place there were a few data pads stacked up in place, an extranet terminal set up, and a few other trinkets as well. On the wall were a set of books, stoically giving the area an atmosphere of learning. Max concluded that this room was given to the drell who’s hand he was sitting on by some teacher who could stand to lose his or her office for a few weeks while the prestigious guest took residence in it. Golan lowered his hand down to the table, letting Max step off as he sat in his seat.

“So, Max was it?” Golan asked, making sure he heard the students name right on the way to the office. “What brings an art student to a physiology lecture?”

“Well sir, I’ve had a fascination for aliens and how they work…” Max got nervous as he was speaking, coming close to the real reason. He rolled the thought around his head for a moment before concluding that there would be no harm in telling the drell he wanted to be eaten. “I’ve wanted to be food for one for a while now actually.”

Golan’s brow rose briefly but then he felt that he wasn’t entirely surprised by this. That was the only reason that he could find for why this art student would spend the extra credits to go to an irrelevant lecture to him.

“Ahh, I see, you’re one of those…foodies?” Golan inflected the last word up. Max nodded, confirming that was using the word correctly. “Well, that explains why you want to know about human’s being ingested by a drell.”

Max chuckled nervously at this. As Golan talked, he couldn’t help but look at the maw of the drell. He peaked inside the mouth, seeing the dyed yellow flesh as well as the slimy and flexible tongue. His focus then shifted downward to the drell’s abdomen. He looked at it and his breath became a little heavier. Golan noticed this but didn’t point it out.

“So have you decided on who or what you’re going to go into?” Golan asked.

“Oh, not really. My roommate and I talked about it since he likes to eat humans but... well it just seems odd, since I know him so well.” Max opened up. He might as well get out everything considering his position.

“Hmm, too intimate then? Maybe you’d want to be eaten by someone who you know less. Then they’d treat you more like food.” Golan got a bit sultry in tone with that sentence, leaning forward in his chair.

“Uh, yeah I suppose so. I never really thought about being treated like food.” Max said, but then corrected himself. “I mean, I’ve of course thought of being food, just never treated like it; being swallowed and dismissed so easily and all that.”

“Yes, indeed, that seems like a better job for someone you’re not as close to. Someone who, after you’re swallowed, won’t give much thought about you while you’re inside him.” Golan smiled down on Max, who was visibly enjoying the way he was talking. His yellow drell tongue slid across his upper lip. “You know, I can give you a live demonstration to answer your question earlier.”

“You mean…” Max blushed at this. He had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, he loved the idea of being eaten by Golan. He wasn’t planning on it at all today, but now the opportunity had presented itself and this was his only chance.

“I mean I could eat you, treat you like food, and digest you up. I Then you’d be very knowledgeable about how the drell digestive system treats humans.” Golan rubbed his stomach as he spoke, and Max couldn’t help but shuffle in place on the table in front of the massive, intimidating alien. “Just give me consent and you can say goodbye to life as a person and begin alien food. Be aware though that I intend to fully treat you like food, so you’re going to have to experience my teeth a bit before you go down into here.”

The drell patted his stomach to reaffirm his statement. He clacked his teeth together as well. The sound sent shivers down Max’s spine. To think that just a few words and he’d be done for. He wouldn’t see tomorrow, since he’d be too busy being slop inside the alien before him, on his way to become part of that body he learned about.

“Wow… that’s… I can’t lie and say that I’m not interested.” Max said, he was apprehensive, as anyone would be, but he was finding it hard to say no. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. “And I wouldn’t mind the teeth one bit. I’d be only food after all.”

“Mhm, indeed.” Golan nodded. The drell was obviously hungry simply by thinking of this experience. Max sat in the silence, with Golan patiently drumming his abdomen as he waited for a response. Max looked at the fingers. He could be part of that, just hidden beneath. He could hear the drumming all around him as he rested inside the stomach while digesting. All he had to do was say yes.

“I... Yes. I want you to eat me. I want to be food for you.” Max finally gave in. The statement was final, certain, and dooming. Golan smiled wide, reaching forward to grab the human and bring him over to the abdomen, setting him onto the gut.

“Mmhh, you’ll be sitting in there soon.” Golan said, sultrier again. He gently pressed the human inward before pulling him off. “But, even though you’re tasty meat, you won’t be too filling. So we’ll need to get you some company.”

Max cocked his head at this as he was brought to a pocket on the Drell’s outfit, finding himself submerged in darkness as he was set inside. He felt a pat from the hand outside, making sure he was secure in the place. Golan didn’t want his morsel falling out after all.

…

“Hello, and welcome to Burger Matriarch.” The smiling asari hopeful said to the drell before her. He gave a polite smile back. “What can I get for you today?”

“I’ll have a number five, no tomato, and…” Golan interrupted himself as he pulled Max from his shirt pocket, revealing him to the asari server. He set him on a small tray atop the counter. “Add a personally brought human to the meat.”

The asari nodded, typing a few keys onto the console and picking up the tray. She handed it off to another fast food employee and rang up Golan’s total. Max tried to catch the number but wasn’t able to. He fell disappointed slightly. He wondered what exactly his life was worth as food to this dining establishment after all.

Max sat patiently on the tray as he was brought to the fry cook. The salarian glanced at him with a blank expression for a moment before laying out a meat patty on the cutting board. His three fingered hand snatched up Max and laid him flat on the circular surface before adding another layer of meat to cover the human. Max squirmed inside the raw beef, the scent of it unpleasant around him. The salarian took the patty and slapped it onto the grill, letting it cook.
Max felt the impact of it and groaned, his pain soon being offset by the increasing heat and the sizzling sound around him. He would sweat and writhe but it was no use. The temperature got hotter and hotter until it rivaled a particularly hot shower. He moaned and savored this sensation. Despite the pain it was oddly pleasing. As his skin reddened, the color of the meat around the human got darker, showing it was being cooked. He then felt something underneath him and everything turned the other way now. Gravity was pulling at his front as he realized the burger had been flipped with ease.

It was such a casual gesture, Max thought. The salarian probably wasn’t watching him at the moment, likely cooking the fries in the greasy cooker. He cooked there in that position, the other half of his form turning the red color before he finally felt some kind of relief. He had to blink a few times to get the burning grease from his eyes, but they soon grew used to the situation and he could see again, of course he couldn’t see much. But what he could feel was the shifting motion of being carried. It was likely that the rest of the burger was being assembled and he was on his way to be served up to his predator. Despite all the unpleasantness he was still excited to finally feel what it was like to be eaten. It had run through his mind so many times but now it was a reality, and with a drell none the less!

He could hear a muffled exchange of words above him, likely Golan accepting his meal with thanks before retreating back to the privacy of his office. Meanwhile Max could feel the burger become more pleasant to be in through cooling. He did hope that Golan would have a chance to enjoy his lunch before it got cold.

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Golan rustled the back, drawing the small box with the burger inside and another with fries. He carefully opens and prepares the sandwich with the small ketchup packages he received, and poured some more off to the side for those fries. Once that was handled, he placed the top bun and admired the meal. It was a simple, greasy bit of fast food but it was food none the less, and so was the human inside the patty of meat.

His mouth salivated at this and he reached forward to the burger, taking his first bite. The teeth slowly cleaved through the meal, separating a chunk for a mouthful. He didn’t taste the human as he chewed, but he wasn’t expecting to either. Max would be more oriented at the middle.

Meanwhile, Max felt the pressure of being held all around him as the sandwich was gripped and bitten into. He could feel the hidden power of the jaws that he’d soon pass between and never come back from. It was then that the meat near him was ripped away. Max looked toward the new hole by his head to see a wall of teeth. A wet sounding squelch and a few snapping sounds of lettuce and onions being bitten into were all that he could hear for a moment as the teeth receded. They parted briefly to begin chewing and Max caught a glimpse of the food filled drell maw. What was once a simple chunk of burger was now an indiscernible mess of mashed meat, bread, and lettuce.

After the jaws closed once more, this time followed by a loud gulp as the mouthful was sealed inside. Golan could now see the human in the meat patty. He didn’t acknowledge him though, as he only viewed Max as more meat inside the meal. The drell began to eat the sandwich around him. Max pulled his arms closer to his body to prevent them from being bitten off by the threatening teeth. Max got to watch the maw approach his sandwich to bite off portions of the food and pull it into the drell’s body, soon to become one of those mouthfuls.

Once most of the burger was eaten, Golan looked down to Max and smiled. It wasn’t to comfort Max who was to be the next bite; it was to show pleasure in the fact that Golan was excited to devour the most interesting bite of the meal. Regardless, the smile comforted and excited Max as he watched the jaws part and descend onto him. His vision of the galaxy was overwhelmed by the yellow maw, taking up everything as it surrounded him in the burger.
“Agh!” Max yelped as he felt the teeth reach his midsection. His upper body was now surrounded inside the smelly alien maw. The teeth sank into his form, leaving large alien bite marks and some scaring along the line. He moaned in pain as it happened. Golan detected the human in his bite and pulled back, leaving his legs squirming outside of the mouth while the rest of the bite was pressed tight between the tongue and palette. Golan’s tongue slid out and curled around the feet, pulling his legs inside the maw and finally allowing it to close completely.

The entire time, Golan behaved as if the legs were like a piece of onion that extended from one’s mouth. He simply ate it with practiced ease. Once everything was inside, he began to chew. He wasn’t entirely gentle with his chewing. Max would have found the teeth press onto his body, straining it and leaving forceful impacts. He would exclaim when it was particularly painful mastication, but he tried to be silent the entire time. He was food after all. He felt his head between the molars. Golan moaned at the tasted and pressed his jaws together, with the human’s head there. Max wondered if he’d get to actually see the stomach or if he would be crushed by the teeth.

Eventually, the pressure was too much to hold his pain inside, and Max moaned loudly at the sensation. Golan took this as his cue to release. He parted his jaws again and used his tongue to adjust the human, sliding him over to the other side to work on his lower limbs. The teeth would go up and down, gently mashing on his legs until Max jerked in place. His foot shot forward as the teeth came together and it was pressed tight until it crunched.

“AH! Oh shit!” Max yelled. A bit of blood spurted from the foot and spread over the tongue. Golan felt a twinge of guilt for severely injuring the human, but enjoyed the taste of the blood on his tongue none the less.

As the food inside the maw began to grow still, Max took a moment to look over his form. Most places where the teeth had bitten down on were intended and red, with some purple discoloration around many parts as well. There were even a few bloody gashes, but nothing that would be overtly life threatening. If he were to last for more than the rest of the day, he would likely be covered in bruises and scars for a very long time. His foot was severely damaged. A few toes pointed in odd directions and it was already swelling from the crushing of the molars.

Golan let his food rest atop the tongue inside the yellow flesh, savoring the variety of flavors inside his maw. He salivated heavily as he anticipated the final swallow to seal away that human inside him forever. He moaned around Max, washing him in a thick breath. Max coughed in response, despite all of his suffering he was still enjoying the sensation of being food. It was so easy and simple, letting everything happen to him as he was only food now, doomed to contribute to the drell around him.

While Golan enjoyed his meal, he was quite finished with this particular lovely bite. He tipped his head up and used his tongue to cram the bolus of food and human down into his throat with a powerful swallow. Max winced in pain as he felt the living flesh around him twitch and move, forcing him down into the drell’s throat. It didn’t help his aching body but he enjoyed the sensation. The throat was tough yet soft, slick and slimy. He felt himself coated in spittle and gunk as the bulge descended down Golan’s neck, like many before it. Once it disappeared into his chest, the drell would sigh happily and turn his attention to the fries, chowing down on a few with little regard to the human inside him.

…

Max fell very briefly, landing on a pile of chunky goop with a splatter. He moaned and lamented about his wounded limb, which throbbed in the lack of pressure inside the stomach in comparison to the throat. He adjusted himself, wincing as his mangled foot moved slightly. He took a moment to wipe spit and acid covered burger meat from his eyes so he could look around at his new home.

Max exhaled a sigh of amazement as he saw the gently pulsing yellow walls of the drell’s stomach gently churn around him. The smell was sour, thick, and steamy. Visible fumes could be seen emanating from the gooey food around him as the stomach juices were already slowly at work. The human’s hand gently sank into the slop as he leaned on it, and he felt at the gooey mess.

“I’m gonna be looking like that soon.” Max said quietly to himself. It sent a shiver down his spine and he rubbed his hand into it. He then had an idea. Max gently took his foot and submerged it into a pool of the acids that was recently squirted into the messy gut to help the food digest inside. He gasped in pain at moving it again, but it was soon soothed as the fluids began to break the foot down. He moaned at the feeling and slumped in his mushy food pile.

Suddenly, a gulp could be heard above and Max looked at the stomach sphincter. Soon, a slop of mashed potatoes (what were once the appetizing fries from earlier) spilled over him. Mouthful upon mouthful of the stuff packed into the gut. After a while of this, Max struggled to the top of the pile, finding brief relief before being submerged in a torrent of soda. The drell above him gulped and gulped mouthfuls of the substance, having it pool for a layer of soda before sinking down into the messy gut below. There was a rolling churn in the chamber, squeezing the food inside to help properly mix it up as the meal reached its conclusion.

Max took note about how the stomach walls seemed to be constantly shifting and moving, gently churning around the food inside for a few moments before giving one big squeeze, with a loud series of squelches and gurgles in response. The constant and oppressive heat combined with the incredibly humid, steamy, and foul smelling environment would occasionally make Max gag if he inhaled too deeply. Meanwhile the fluid around him gently bubbled and boiled, occasionally splattering him with bits of the chyme.

Max reached an arm out to pet the stomach wall for a moment, thinking about how a small layer of flesh separated him from the rest of the galaxy forever and how his fate was preferable to staying outside for another moment. He could feel the drell’s hand patting the gut through the stomach wall before it all clenched around him and a rush of air occurred. The human faintly heard Golan belch outside and he knew he helped cause it.

After a few more moments of simmering in the gut, Max could feel Golan getting up, the stomach abdomen clenching and sloshing everything as the drell began to walk to his next activity. This walking reminded Max of Villik for some reason, and that was when he realized he hadn’t told him his fate!

Max lifted his arm out of the slop and began typing a message on his omnitool, occasionally having to edit mistakes caused by the dripping mess.

…

Villik sat in the lecture hall, the same room that his roommate was in earlier today watching the same lecture. He had gotten a message from Max to attend the lecture because he’d then get to see the drell that would be his new permanent home.The drell casually talked about the alien digestive system, as if he didn’t care about the fact that the very digestive system in question was gurgling up a living breathing human at this very moment. Villik stared at the drell’s abdomen, imagining what it must be like for Max inside of there. Each particularly large motion must disturb the human inside from his simple marinating. He wondered how far along Max was in the digestive system. It didn’t really matter though, the human was gone forever, and while Villik was saddened by this, he appreciated that it was what Max wanted and he was happy for that morsel.

Inside the stomach, Max listened for a second time to the lecture, this time with a much more effective visual aid. He moaned happily as he felt the gooey mess gurgle and churn around him. Max’s body was already slopping off in gooey chunks, and once he raised his foot he would see the limb fall off in a uniform slime, now free of the pain of the injured bone.

He began to feel even weaker, so much that it got to the point where he found himself unable to even move now. He resigned to the churning, and eventually was submerged into the slop as the gut clenched hard, smearing his form everywhere and assimilating the human into the chyme completely, all the while Golan carried out his life; the knowledge that he had digested another living being was present, but insignificant to his existence. He had done it many times before and will do it many times more. It would only be a matter of time before he could educate the next human on the drell digestive system with his most favored method.