Fantasy Imagine: You sneak into a pet store after hours for an all you can eat experience. You've never done this before, so you start small with the fish section, gulping down one after another. They're easy to swallow, feeling slippery and smooth going down, even when you work your way up to some big tropical fish. Their 3 digit price tags make the bugle disappearing down your throat middle make the appetizer extra satisfying.
Now that your throat's warmed up and your stomach is growling for more, you hit the reptile section. Some treefrogs have a great mouthful and go down as easy as the fish. Some fat leopard geckos that have a wonderful squish to them when you swallow them. Then there's some small cornsnakes you guide head first down your throat, slurping their tails up like spaghetti. That's when things get really good. Your stomach feels much heavier than the bump it makes under your shirt, and squirms can now be felt inside thanks to the pure muscle the snakes are. And you're very aware of the empty volume inside you ready to get filled.
Moving onto the small animal section, you know it'll be more challenging with fur over scales, but your mouth waters when you see the array of rodents. You always thought they were cute enough to eat. The small mice feel so warm against your tongue, and their tiny limbs fighting are no match once their fur is soggy and slick. Hamsters take a little more effort and more than one gulp, but it's the big rats that pose the first challenge. They're don't succumb to the pull of your throat muscles easily, and you gag a bit on the first, but with gritted teeth and determination you finally send the huge lump down. The tail tickles as it's pulled in last. You can feel that one land in your stomach, and the vibrations inside are stronger.
You can't resist gulping down another rat before moving onto the guinea pigs. Your jaw stretches open wide to push the big ol' potato in. The compression inside your mouth prevents it from fighting much, but it squeals the whole time you keep shoving into your esophagus trying to get the muscles to take enough hold to pull. You hear it's little squeals fade as it slowly disappears and joins the pile in your belly that's become noticeably distended, like you've just had an enormous dinner. But you can fit more.
Time to get ambitious. You grab a rabbit who's immediately unhappy. Before it can squirm out of your hand its whole head is in your mouth. Its legs kick frantically and you have to conquer it before it thrashed its way out. So you shove it, ensuring at least its little noggin is positioned in your throats opening, ready to take grab. Then you push and gulp, like your life depends on it. At least when your get it in your gullet far enough to get its hunches between your teeth, it can't fight as much. The size is oppressive though and it's a long, slow process of guiding it inch by inch. The large rear is the biggest stretch yet but after enough manual shoving and salivation lubing things up, its passed the point of no return and its little feet disappear. The slow stretch feels very noticeable under your ribcage, until it finally enters your stomach where it begins to fight again.
You catch your breath a moment and place a hand on your round belly, kicking as though you were heavily pregnant. It feels divine. Erotic. Your lower region is awake and eager for more.
A $600 sleeping parrot catches your attention. If your quick enough, you could get it before it even knows what hit it. So you grab it quick with both hands, restraining it's wings, and shove it its head into your mouth. It wants to squirm, but it can't. Only its little legs flail, and before you know it they're being dragged down with its colorful, tickly tail feathers. Your throat is fully loosened up and ready thanks to your feast so far, especially the rabbit, so the parrot goes down surprisingly quick for its size. You know exactly when it reaches its final destination when it's wings are free to flap as much as the confused space with allow and it caws. It's quite loud even muffled by your stomach walls, so it's a good thing nobody can hear you. You sit down and rub your swollen gut and hush it to settle. It takes a while for the last two morsels to extend their energy, but feeling said energy fizzle out is part of the arousing thrill. The meal you claimed is worth well over $1000 by now and it's the best money you never had to spend.
You actually feel pretty full now, but there's something telling you surely you can fit something else. Maybe 30lb boa constrictor looking peaceful in a large tank. That's more than a full meal on its own, but it feels like a shame to leave behind such a beautiful morsel.
You're thank the snake is so docile and easy going when you guide its head into your throat and begin to usher it in. Soon enough your whole esophagus is filled with thick snake body, with several more feet to go. The snake seems to get the picture its being welcomed into a delightfully warm, humid chamber full of snacks, and willingly goes along with the descent. As your stomach is stretched, you second guess this choice, and even try to pull it back out a bit. But you have nothing on 30 lbs of pure muscle and it's going into its new home whether you like it or not. You aren't even swallowing.
When the last of it disappears and you can breathe normally again you stumble onto your knees and gasp. You're belly is distended passed full and almost grotesque. There's not a lot of space for your lungs to expand, you're so fucking full. The snake pressing its snout around your stomach walls to explore them makes a sizeable moving bugle under your skin. Your shirt rides up high, covering only your chest and exposing your middle.
You stand back up, cradling your belly in your palms and bending your spine back to ease the burden of weight. It's time to take this thing home, you think. On your way out, you hear a soft wine and paws against a kennel. A precious golden retriever puppy looks at you with pleading eyes and slowly wagging tail, hoping to go home with you.
You should leave it. You really really should. But how can you say no to those eyes? You open the kennel and pick up the happy pup and open wide.
It doesnt even know what's happening when it's head is engulfed thankfully, so it doesn't fight. In fact, it's little tail is still wagging even as it's packed tightly into your gullet and whining. This was a bad idea. But it's already halfway down. Tears well up in your eyes as your worn out throat muscles gulp and gulp and gulp, until your slurping down it's tail and feeling the enormous lump of puppy shove past your other upper organs.
The lump feel stuck heavily against your sternum. Your stomach can't make room for it. But it's too large to regurgitate. You wince in pain and you're done challenging "enough"
In the dead of night you carry your obscene ball gut full of live cargo home, trying to ignore the uncomfortable pressure of golden retriever stuck at your stomach's entrance. At least he's going home with you.
You collapse on your back in bed, clutching your swollen, squirming belly and groaning. Desperate to get the puppy settled where it belongs, you drink some water and firmly rub, coaxing your stomach to condense its other occupants more and for your esophagus to wake back up and push.
Eventually, you feel the pressure under your ribs fade bit by bit and simply become more pressure in your stomach instead. The final stretch is so tight , you second guess maybe it was better to just let the little guy get cozy in your lower gullet until there was room, but you'd never be able to sleep with that nearly suffocating pressure.
The skin of your taught belly is red and nothing has room to squirm, anymore which is for the best. It's lumpy too, especially at the top where that puppy sits heavy on top of your entire binge. But your can also feel the indents of the boa tightly coiled up.
Pain aside, you're throbbingly aroused,but you can't reach your junk in this state. You have to just feel edged and aching.
With more rubs and getting used to the dull pain, you welcome all your cute adopted pets to their permanent home and hope they get cozy as they digest, because it will take days, probably over a week, to break down all that raw meat and getting some of the larger bones to move to your intestines.
You pet the head of your new puppy you can easily make out and rub your underbelly where digestion has already begun on the pile of seafood and gurgles loudly. You don't regret it anymore, now that's its settled and beginning to churn, it's the best meal you've ever had.