Once the python had snugly wrapped its muscular body around Trevor, there was no going back. Heath wheezed and choked as the python constricted him, forcing all of the air out of lungs. Every few moments, as if to taunt him, the python released its grip just slightly enough to allow Trevor to gulp down a few panicked breaths of air before it would constrict him even tighter. It coiled around his neck and chin, eliminating his ability to cry for help. Trevor squirmed pathetically but deep down he knew there was no escape. With every squeeze of the python’s coils he was reminded of how helpless he was, how he’s been reduced to nothing but prey, a quick meal for a behemoth much larger and more powerful than he is.

The only parts of Trevor visible amongst the writhing tangle of coils was his forehead at one end, and his wriggling toes at the other. Trevor took a moment to admire the way the pythons orange scales glowed in the afternoon sun.

Through his oxygen starved haze, Trevor felt a tickle at his feet. He couldn’t quite see beneath the coils around his neck and shoulders, but the tickle was warm and slimy, taunting the soles of his feet and exploring between his toes. He then felt a warm sensation engulf his feet. Trevor realized that the python was beginning to swallow him, starting with his feet. Inch by inch, Trevor’s helpless body was swallowed down the python’s gullet. It was warm, slimy, and oddly inviting. As Trevor slid down the python’s throat, it unwrapped him one coil at a time, but there was no release from the crushing pressure, as the python’s gut encased his body and squeezed around him as well.

The python paused after it engulfed Trevor’s shoulders, it stopped swallowing him for a moment, and Trevor thought perhaps he was stuck. The python released the last coil from around his neck and then it raised itself up, hoping to use gravity to help pull the rest of him down the gullet.

Trevor cried and sobbed, tears streamed down his face as his sweat stung his eyes.

“P-please… no… d-don’t…” he weakly begged. But it was much too late. The python’s trick worked, and gravity helped pull Trevor down into the slimy abyss of the pythons gullet.

All that was left behind was a writhing human-shaped lump in the middle of the python’s body, visible as it cooked up into a heap to rest after such a satisfying meal.