Chapter Text
Part One
You never thought things would end up like this. And yet, it has.
You shift nervously on the platter, the rope binding your wrists and ankles tightly. Getting in debt with the Hzaronian government was the worst decision you ever made—and now, to repay your huge bill, you’ve been added to the menu of their most profitable restaurant. Now, you’re a living dish on display, available for anyone to purchase. Other debtors lie on plates around you, waiting to be chosen and eaten. For that is their fate—and it will become yours soon enough.
For the past few hours since you got here, you’ve watched the restaurant serve its living food, noticed all sorts of beings in the same bad circumstance slide down people’s throats. The more you see, the more nervous you get—some are eaten whole, others are dismembered and chewed on; some are cooked, some are not. You were just a human who wanted to explore the galaxy, for fuck’s sake! You never thought something this terrible would happen!.
A server starts walking up to the table you’re on—and they’re looking directly at your naked body! You glance around, hoping that the alien is going to choose someone else, but you aren’t so lucky. The six-armed waiter picks up the plate you’re on and starts carrying you across the restaurant. Your heart pounds as you look around rapidly, trying to see who’s going to eat you—you would scream in terror if you could, but your mouth is gagged. They really did think of everything. . .
Finally, the server stops in front of the bar, and puts you down in front of . . . a human? He seems to be one, at least: an older man with spiky blue hair and a white lab coat. He’s currently taking shots, but stops mid-sip as you are placed in front of him.
“Will this meal be suitable?” the server asks Blue Hair.
The man squints at you for a minute, then shrugs, finishing his drink. “It’ll—urp—do just fine,” he replies.
“Very well,” the waiter says, and walks off.
Blue Hair takes a flask from inside his coat and sips it. You watch him, anxious and confused. Surely a human being can’t eat another human being . . . right? Maybe he’s going to let you go?
The man finishes drinking, then looks over you. “I was expecting a Gazorpian to end off my night, but you’ll tide me over for a bit,” he tells you with a shrug.
He reaches over and unties the gag, and suddenly, you can speak again. “Oh thank god,” you gasp. “Y-You’re going to get me out of here, ri—mmph!”
You are suddenly interrupted when Blue Hair grabs your shoulders and shoves your face into his mouth. Suddenly, moist, wet walls surround your head, and a hungry tongue runs eagerly across your skin. Terrified whimpers leave your mouth as you are slowly tasted. Oh fuck—can this really be happening?
“Not bad,” the man says, his words echoing around the inside of his mouth. As he talks, his breath gets all over you—it smells horribly of booze. “Now to—urp—get you down.”
Shit! “No, no wait!” you cry out. “Please DON’T EAT M—”
A strong gulp interrupts your cry and sucks you forward: a moment later, your face is lodged in Blue Hair’s throat. Frantically, you try to pull yourself up and out, but your head is stuck in here pretty good. Up above, you hear the man let out a satisfied, “Mmmmm,” as he laps up more of your body. He really is eating you, isn’t he? Your hopes of escaping start to fade as reality comes crashing in. . .
Blue Hair swallows you, lathering your skin with spit before sucking you down bite by bite. You feel more of your body traveling down his tight esophagus, and then. . .
Your head pops into a new area—a more open one, thank Christ! You gasp for air, but then, the smell of alcohol and acid hits your nose. Looking down, you see red, growling walls all around the spherical space, all of them wet with oozing liquids. Oh fuck—this has to be his stomach!
“Let me out!” you beg. “I don’t want to go—not like this! Please, I’m begging you!”
Blue Hair doesn’t respond—he just gulps down more of your body, sending you deeper into his demanding, hungry belly. You whimper in fear as you are crammed inside, and your presence makes the gut bulge out big time. All too soon, only your feet are left for him to eat, and you pray he won’t take that final bite—but, of course, he does, and a moment later, you’re all curled up inside of the man’s stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Blue Hair says, his words just barely audible over the ravenous gurgling of his belly. “I—UUUUUUURP—needed that.”
The big belch makes the walls squeeze in around your form, drenching you with digestive juices. They make your skin start to tingle, and you frantically writhe, beginning to panic. “Please, let me out of here!” you beg. “I don’t want to die; I don’t want to die!”
“Sounds like you should have thought of that before you got in debt with the Hzaronians,” Blue Hair says smugly. “Not my problem, buddy.”
There is a pause, and a moment later, alcohol rains down from the throat, splashing all over you—Jesus, this guy is still drinking?! The stomach acids react to this, and start pouring down faster. “I’m begging you!” you exclaim. “I-I’ll do anything! Just don’t let me die! PLEASE!”
“Anything—urp—huh?” the man repeats. “You sure about that?”
“YES!” you answer, not hesitating—you don’t know exactly what he’s implying, but you really, really don’t want your life to end here.
There is a long pause. “Alright, you got a deal,” Blue Hair says, making your hope soar. “Be careful what you wish for, bitch.”
“Thank Christ!” you exclaim. You don’t care what the payment is—besides, it has to be better than this! “So you’re going to let me out?”
“Nope,” he replies, letting out another loud BUUUUUUURP. The walls squeeze in tighter, and the liquids ran down faster than ever. “I like to enjoy my food, thank you very much. But don’t worry. You’ll be back for more soon enough. . .”
“Y-You said you wouldn’t let me digest!” you protest, whimpering as the stomach juices lather your body. You can feel your energy draining as more and more of them cover you. . .
“I said I wouldn’t let you die,” Blue Hair corrects. “Big difference. So shut the fuck up and get broken down like a good meal.”
You gulp. Perhaps he was just toying with you after all, and he’s not going to let you go. Your body gets sleepier and sleepier, and you realize this might be it. Sighing, you give in and close your eyes, leaning against the stomach’s wet, hungry walls as acids rain down on your body. Soon, you’re unconscious.
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You blink and open your eyes, groaning. Jesus, what happened last night? As your vision gets into focus, you see you’re in some kind of grey room, and—wait, is that bars around you? Are you in some kind of cage?!
“Oh good. You’re awake.”
You turn around to see Blue Hair sitting on a stool. He waves at you, then sips from a flask. “W-What happened?” you ask him. It’s all coming back to you now, and you shiver with fright and from cold—you’re completely naked aside from your underwear. “I-I thought you digested me!”
“Yeah, I did,” he responds, smirking. “But then I was able to get a sample of your DNA in order to regenerate a new version of you while the old you turned into chyme.”
“Chyme?”
“Semi-fluids that go from the stomach to the small intestine, stupid. Try to keep up.” He puts his flask back in his jacket with a chuckle. “You said you would do anything to not die. And I happen to like living meals. So if you want to live, you’re—urp—going to let me keep eating you and bringing you back. Got it?”
You gulp, and reluctantly nod. It looks like you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. . .
“Excellent.” Blue Hair rubs his hands together and elaborately licks his lips. “I’ve always wanted a food slave. You’re going to be perfect.”
“Food slave”? Shit, what have you gotten yourself into?!
“Alright, get some sleep,” the man says, walking toward the room’s exit. “We’re going to get started tomorrow. And I can’t wait to indulge myself.”
“Ok,” you say quietly.
Blue Hair puts his hand on the doorknob, then turns back to you. “Oh yeah, not like you asked, but just so you know,” he says, “I’m Rick Sanchez, and I'm the smartest man in the universe. So if you try to escape or anything like that, you’re in for a world of hurt, buddy.”
You nod. “Um, ok. My name’s—”
“I don’t care,” Rick interrupts you. “Good night.”
He leaves, slamming the door behind him. You hear a click as he locks in from the other side.
And so, you are left alone for the night. But soon, your new life will truly begin.