“Welcome back to Francis’ World, dickwads!”
Francis was a well-known YouTuber with over a billion views. He was notorious for his vulgar demeanor and his willingness to do absolutely anything to rake in views. With his black hoodie, camouflage shorts, and earphones practically glued to his ears, Francis Foghorn was a recognizable face in a sea of mundanity. He would livestream 24/7 spending most of his time dissing other YouTubers or playing games. He was especially brutal when it came to the latter nonchalantly using moves that break the game in order to win. Despite all the successes, Francis was still not satisfied with his channel. It was on Monday night that he came up with a plan.
“Welcome you douchebags, it's me, Francis. Today, I am doing something completely different. Your boy has been collaborating lately, and, naturally, some people were just basic bitches. But I did find someone: I bring you Jake McFarlane from some Lego channel or whatever the fuck.”
The stream starts buzzing with several people commenting as Jake entered the scene. He was a smaller, lanky man with a pretty face and youthful appearance. Francis mockingly presses a button designated for cheering and claps his hands. Jake took a small bow and faced Francis.
“Ladies and gentlemen, here is Jake McFarlane.” Francis gave a cocky half-smile. “Tell us about yourself.” “Well... all my life I have been interested in Lego. At 8 I completed my first set which was Star Wars-related. By my 13th birthday I started to collect Lego pieces and by the time I turned 24, I had about 54,000 sets. And I guess I made a YouTube account to share my love for the game.”
As he further explained who he was, he was interrupted by Francis making snoring noises. “Huh? Oh... I’m sorry. I was just so unbelievably bored with your life story.”
“B-But...” “Anyway. To get to know why you are here. Today, Jake will serve as a sacrificial lamb of sorts.” Sacrificial lamb? Jake didn’t like the sound of that. Not at all.
Francis let the suspense hang in the air a little longer before starting to speak again.
“He will be a sacrifice for my gullet.” “W-what?” Jake tried to back away, but Francis was faster. “This wasn’t part of the deal!”
Francis chuckled. “Deal? Bitch, I’m Francis Foghorn! I don’t do deals!”
Before Jake could protest, Francis’ mouth cracked open as wide as a snake and engulfed Jake’s head. The Lego YouTuber tried to pull back, but Francis was surprisingly stronger. Francis’ invasive tongue rolled on Jake’s face and lathered it with thick layers of spit. Jake’s eyes were forced shut as Francis started to swallow. The rings of his esophagus clamped around Jake’s neck as his head was directed toward the back of his throat. While this happened, the comments started to flood in ranging from horrified reactions like “WTF is going on” to morbid curiosity at seeing a live person go down.
The perverse YouTuber stood over Jake and grabbed him by the shoulders and anchored his jaws to better get a grip of them. Now it made any form of escape even more difficult for the smaller man. Francis gave an exaggerated moan of pleasure at the flavor radiating from Jake. If this proved to be a huge success, he’d have to do this again. Saliva rolled down Jake’s shirt and pooled on the floor. The copious amounts of spit seeped through his clothes and caressed Jake’s bare body, bringing a chill down his spine. Jake’s head breaks through the sphincter of Francis’ stomach and squelches against the reddish-pink walls. Tight muscles dragged Jake deeper into Francis’ core, forcing him into a tight ball.
The tip of Francis’ tongue peeked underneath his shirt and slowly worked its way up. His abs were assaulted as was his belly button. By the time that Francis was teasingly flicking his nipples, he had completely slipped Jake’s shirt off and tossed it aside in an apathetic heap.
Francis continued to work his way down. Now with his special guest halfway down his gullet, he relaxed his grip and began unbuckling Jake. Stripping the young man of his pants beside his white undies, he remorselessly tosses them on top of the soiled shirt. Inside, Jake was being stacked like pancakes, suspended upside down, and his sense of survival was quickly wearing him out. Francis’ belly began to enlarge to accommodate its occupant, jostling between his upper thighs. He swiftly eats his way around Jake’s crotch and pelvis.
Jake tried kicking and thrashing as much as he could, but Francis anticipated this and dodged the blows. Francis salivated at how doughy and thick Jake’s thighs were before sending them down to meet their maker. Francis then closed his mouth around Jake’s socked feet and swallowed for the last time. Francis traces the bulge with his finger and closes his eyes to savor Jake’s taste.
“BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPP!”
Strings of saliva fly out of Francis’ mouth and splatter the screen. “Ah... that hit the spot.” Francis collapsed into his chair and pat his enormous mound of fat. Looking at the screen, Francis’ smirk widened: hundreds of people were now viewing his livestream. Sputtering small burps, Francis immediately seizes the moment. “Let’s see how long it takes to digest this fool.”
On the inside, Jake continued to struggle to no avail. Slime started to coat his body as Francis’ stomach growled ominously. As the views continued to come in, Francis raised his shirt and waved his middle finger in the air while wagging his tongue around. “How's that for a money shot, you sick fucks?! Gotta give the people what they want, right?”
He pushed his kicking belly further into the camera to give a better glimpse of his victim’s plight. Imprints and curves of Jake’s flailing form erupted underneath Francis’ taut skin. His screaming was very audible, but he was gaining no sympathy from the viewers. “So whaddya think, meatheads? Ever seen a live digestion before? Pretty fuckin' metal, eh?”
Francis rubs circles on the circumference of his belly, tilting his glasses to give lewd winks to his audience. He rubs and kneads his belly completely indifferent to Jake’s suffering. On the inside, Jake became completely submerged in stomach acid and melted into more food for the deranged YouTuber to greedily glut himself on. “I know; let's play a game.” He started to probe his gut for any signs of life. “Let’s see if we can guess what part of Jake is currently churning away in my guts. Anyone who guesses right wins a price!” He shuffled around, sloshing and wet squelches being captivatingly audible, until he felt something firm. “Hm... feels long. Must be Jake’s femur bone.” He looked down at his screen and saw a few guesses. “Ah! Billy35! Correct guess. I’ll give you your price... this sucker’s bleached skull, lol!” A low, meaty belch rolled out of Francis’s lips. “Okay, what else...”
A loud crack rings out initially, startling Francis. “Woops. Looks like my belly pulverized that fool.”
He continued playing the game, poking and prodding around in one instance, believing he could feel his broken ribs. The game lasted about two hours; the comments and money continue to pile in.
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