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The food. Everything from the tenderly-prepared turkey down to the delectable pumpkin pie was delicious, and you felt stuffed. Spending your first Thanksgiving with your friend was the best decision you'd made in a while. The best part, aside from the punch and food, was the house. Hardly even a house - a gigantic mansion which your friend's grandparents proudly and happily opened up to friends and family.

At first, you were a bit nervous, but you ended up meeting some pretty great people. In your opinion, the greatest part is when your friend and a few relatives showed you around the enormous place.

Walking into the cool garage was an experience on its own, since it held 4 sports cars. You became further excited and jealous as the expidition continued after eating in the huge living room where little children slid across the glossy wooden floors, almost tripping you and the others.

You all walked out the huge front doors and walked across a few meters of the driveway until you reached the side of the building where the land had absorbed huge tan rocks, running along the two stories of the mansion.

"What are we doing?" You'd ask as the others peered closer over the edge.

Your friend answered your question excitedly, panting,

"We're gonna have a race down the rocky slope! On three!"

Instead of panicking, you followed what they did, rushing along side the three others down the rocky and steepish slope all of the way to the bottom. You all got to the bottom practically at the same time, so the competition was declared a draw.

There was a bottom entrance where you all had ended up, but whenever you brought it up, they'd say they were saving the basement for last and that that door always stayed locked. The excessive exercise felt good on your belly and you all went across to the cement, still on the lowest level of the mansion, to play some basketball. You teamed up with your friend. You both won. It was a lot of fun. You all walked up next to the tan rocks on long green grass and went back inside through the garage.

Now in the kitchen, you all grabbed your favorite sodas out of the fridge and returned to the garage door. Upon turning left, you were greeted with a set of stairs going up. Your friend opened the gate, allowing you and the others to go up the tight green-carpeted stairs, the steps stopping and then curving back up with the same amount of steps. It was technically an upstairs, but was about big as a typical garage. It was amazing : Disney pictures along the white walls, a weight set, a pony riding simulator (which felt great on your butt), hundreds of old Disney tapes along the counter, and last but not least, the exquisite secret dome, which was literally a padded hole in the wall which led to a little room with comfortable chairs to chill in. You all spent all of your time up there throwing big fuzzy balls at each other, making a lot of noise in the process.

Eventually, the little kids found their way upstairs, which led you all to leave - you had to be the role models, right? But if you thought you had seen it all, you were wrong ; the basement. You all made haste, passing the red pool table that some adults were playing on and reached the wooden stairs spiraling narrowly down into darkness. The others shot down before you, leaving you scurrying heavily down the first seven steps, leading you into the next set of seven. Suddenly, you had to be fully cautious of your every step, since you couldn't see. The only light that could be seen was above you, and turning back wasn't an option. You could only faintly hear the footsteps stomping quickly down the stairs into the basement.

The third set of steps were met with careful ease. At this point, you were greeted with the faintest of visible light. On the current level you stood was especially spooky and unforgiving. Walking forward there was the usual stairs continuing down to the right, and this time there was something in the left corner. You squinted your eyes. Red suits and white beards. Giant nut crackers with angry expressions across their evil faces. Officially spooked, you tried to rush the next downward set of stairs. Boxes cut you off. You grew stubborn, holding the thick wooden rail while kicking the empty boxes out of your path.

Any light that ever was, is no more. You were confident that this was the basement, since the floor no longer creaked and it was cold to the touch. You were right to assume that there would be a door on the next right. You felt around for a door knob with one hand and a lightswitch with the other. One of the hand flicked on a set of switches. Now you could finally see a gray door feet in front of you. You looked back, noticing that if you went left, you would have walked into more darkness that would lead to an open door which appeared to be some sort of storage room. You opened the cold door.

It was really heavy - so heavy that you nearly passed out pushing it open. 'Where are they?' You'd ask yourself. The door shut agressively behind you. You were overwhelmed by how large the basement was. It was a museum!

Your voice echoed upon yelling, "Hello? Hello?".

A voice finally answered,

"Hey! Over here!"

It was definitely your friend. You followed the distinct voice almost in a full circle. Every so often, the habitat in the museum would change. First a tundra. Then a desert. Then a rainforest. Further on you could see a savanna scheme and jungle finishing it all off, but you stayed at the rainforest. You could hear a rustling within the habitat. 'Probably them', you wondered. You hopped over the winding wooden stables which intentionally kept visitors on the outside of the habitats.

"Hey, you better not be getting us in trouble!" you hollered as you approached a den swallowed up in blackness.

"Shh!!! Just get in here, quick!" your friend silently growled. You fastened your pace, crawling into the obviously fake rocky entrance and sneaking in, being tugged in the rest of the way.

You could barely see that it was your friend tugging you swiftly into the artificial cave by your inner arms.

"Ow, watch it!"

You finally made it into the base of the hollow cave.

Thankfully it was lit up by beams of light that radiated between large cracks in its walls.

Your friend whispered,

"My cousins aren't around, they went back outside."

You nodded with a raised eyebrow, questioning,

"What are we doing in here?"

Your friend grabbed you and brought you close.

"I want to be away from them while we talk."

You still couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled. How urgent was it that your friend couldn't even tell the others? You listened patiently as your friend crowed,

"Remember when we were eating upstairs? Well, I didn't eat. I gave my food to my grandparent's dog.

"I need to save room for my sick uncle's thanksgiving feast. I love him, and it'd be rude to come with a full stomach."

You nodded your head in understanding, but kept your confusion to yourself. What was this person getting at?

They continued to explain, whispering even softer now,

"I'm starving. I'm gonna be brutally honest. I was wondering if you'd let me..."

You knew what your friend was getting at, and you were shocked, wondering curiously if they were actually being serious. You've never seen your friend this serious in your life : a natural actor, maybe?

You murmured,

"Wait. Y-you want to eat me? Are you insane? I'm not exactly suicidal."

Your friend shook their head.

"You've got the right idea. But I'm not gonna hurt you if you let me. I'm bigger than you, so I could just... send you down. Cmon, help me out. Please?"

They haven't eaten yet. You're in a good mood. You feel slightly obligated to say yes anyway because you aren't even related or friendly with the people that owned the mansion.

You nervously gulp. "'Kay."

You both talked briefly about how this would work. No detail ; just that your friend could do it. They instructed you to strip, so you did so ever so gently to avoid making too much noise. You decided to keep on your undergarmets - you didn't want this to be awkward for you or your friend. They were ready. You were ready. It was time.

Whenever your friend would motion you to do something, you'd do it so that this process could be as easy and painless as possible. You both sat drown, cross-legged. Your friend only took off their shirt. They opened up their mouth, their breath radiating onto your unexpected face. Your friend's tongue lols out and licks your face, each stroke of their tongue coating you with thicker, heavier saliva. You held your breath as your friend gave you the sign - they grabbed you by the shoulders and closed their mouth around your head. You sighed at the sudden temperature change. They were careful not to hurt you in any way. They were noticeably hungry, each gulp sending you half a foot down their expanding gullet.

You wiggled around on the outside, trying to purposefully quicken the process. Your arms became pressed against your sides as your shoulders were squeezed in. Everything was warm, hot flesh and saliva mixed with the smell of the back of their throat, making you naturally gag. You entire midsection was eventually consumed. Then your waist.

Your descention would always get tighter and darker. Your friend was now sitting on their legs, holding you up in the air, your feet barely missing the top of the cave. Your friend held your feet together and took a mighty gulp, sending lower waist and meaty upper legs down the moist and narrow tunnel. After that swallow, your friend started to relax, stripping their pants, willing you to have more room in their belly. Your friend's hunger took over, easily swallowing your calves and feet. They let out a gnarly, hefty burp as the rest of you finally passed through that esophagus and into that big bloated tummy.

It was likely that as you struggled to find a comfortable position within those fleshy walls, your friend was busy playing with themselves, their dominant, triumphant state replenished by a bit of harmless masturbation.

You found a comfortable spot and listened to the melodic beat of your friend's pounding heart, pulsing blood, and churning digestive track.

They kept you safe. Your friend was happy. You were happy.

Like your friend previously said, they'd need to help keep you from standing out. So they redressed their undergarmets and pants and slipped on a flexible black shirt which curled over and under your mass, accepting you closer into your friend's body. Then they slipped on the leather jacket. It was an unlikely fit, but they managed to zip you up. It was as if nothing even happened.

Your friend immediately went upstairs and gulped down a lot of punch. They also took in huge gulps of air every now and then, ensuring you some oxygen under all of that tight stress.

The crazy part is, you promised you'd go with to your friend's uncle's thanksgiving. You have a long day ahead of you. Good luck - oh, and don't forget to breathe.