Stuffed And Eaten By Ian

The link type post isn't working, so let's do a text only one, shall we? X)

Link to story: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38314929/ 

The poll closes Wednesday! https://www.patreon.com/posts/41748497 The winner will determine which POV the story is written from.

__________

 Ian was known for being the baddest trans pred around.  And today, Viju couldn’t wait to be his dinner.
The pink fox waited at Ian’s door hesitantly, holding his hand up to knock.  His heart was beating with excitement, and he had been looking forward to this: when Ian told Viju he could eat him, make him truly feel like a meal, Viju was all for it.  So why was the fox nervous?
Well, it was his first time doing this, after all, even if Ian /was/ going to spit him right back out.  Perhaps that was what contributed to his sudden anxiety.  Viju sighed, his hands fidgeting.  Maybe he should just go. . .
No.  He really wanted this—more than anything—and he was going to get eaten, dang it!  Determine, the pink fox reached out, and knocked on the door.
A moment later, Ian answered.
The predator was a huge bear, a muscular beast of a man who was currently only wearing a tank top and shorts.  He took one look at Viju and started drooling.  “Damn, you look scrumptious tonight, fox,” Ian said, licking his lips and making Viju shiver in delight.  “But I’ll bet we can make you just a /bit/ tastier.  Come on inside.”
He stepped aside, and Viju came in.  After Ian closed the door behind them, he walked over to the kitchen.
The pink fox looked around.  The kitchen was of decent size, with plenty of appliances lying about, but the most interesting thing was the number of bottles around, along with a large tray of covered food.  In front of the main table (which was /huge/) was a pulled-out chair, facing them, which was conspicuous among the neat settings.
“Sit down,” Ian ordered, gesturing to the chair.  Viju gulped, and then obeyed, eager to see where this was going.  To his surprise, Ian then went over to the covered food tray, removed the foil on top (this one was loaded with burritos), and brought them over to the pink fox.
“I like my prey just a /biiiiiiit/ on the chubby side,” the bear explained, licking his lips.  “So open wide, cutie pie~!  Let’s fatten you up a bit.”
“O-Ok!” said Viju happily.  He was grateful, honestly: Ian considered him good food, worth fattening up.  That was a flattering thought.
“Good boy,” praised the predator, smiling.  He picked up one burrito and held it out to Viju.  “Now eat.”
Viju opened his jaws, and Ian stuffed half of the burrito into his mouth, startling the pink fox.  Viju slowly bit down on the food, and took a big bite.  Ian removed the rest, and watched his prey’s reaction as he chewed.  “Well?” the bear asked, smirking.
Holy shit!  This burrito tasted absolutely /amazing/!  It was full of ingredients of a variety of flavors: peppers and onions, beef and cheese, rice and beans, sour cream and salsa, among quite a few other things.  It might have been the best burrito Viju had ever had in his life—and it was going to be used to fatten him up?!  He couldn’t be more happy to have more of this stuff!
The fox finished chewing and gulped down the bite, giving a thumbs up to Ian.  But the bear was too fixated on the food traveling down Viju’s gut to notice, watching as the lump descended down the prey’s throat and landed in Viju’s stomach, which growled loudly upon its entrance.  It was audible enough for both predator and prey to hear, and they both exchanged a glance.  Ian gave Viju a wide grin.  “Soon, you’re gonna be nice and full, little guy,” he said, licking his lips.  “Soon, you’ll be perfect for me to eat.”
He held out the other half of the burrito.  “Now, let’s get this in you.”
Viju obeyed and opened his mouth.  Ian stuffed the food inside, and the feeding truly began.
Burrito after buritto was fed to the pink fox, Ian shoving the food into Viju’s mouth, and Viju chewing his way through it before gulping down, only to have more food put in right afterward.  Ian was a restless feeder, clearly impatient for when his prey would finally be fattened up enough, and he wasted no time, giving burrito after burrito to Viju in what had to be a record pace.  Viju was all to happy to be better food for the bear, however, and so, he ate.
As more burritos went down to his belly, Viju could feel himself getting fuller and fuller.  At first it was just a small feeling of contentment down below as his belly got more food—but soon enough, he could feel his gut getting bloated, weighed down by the insane amount of burritos he was eating, and he realized he felt fuller than he’d ever felt in his life.  As he chewed yet another burrito, the pink fox glanced down at his belly—and immediately gasped in surprise.
Viju’s stomach had visibly expanded outward, growing in size and making a round, bulbous indent in his midsection.  He had been getting fatter all this time and he didn’t even notice—he supposed he’d just been so busy getting fed that it slipped his notice.  But there he was, a plump piece of prey . . . just like he had always dreamed of being.
Ian noticed Viju looking down and grinned.  “Like that, do you, meat?” the bear asked, holding out the last burrito.  “You’re getting all fattened up, just for me.  I can’t wait to have you in my stomach.  But for now, let’s get this food in yours, shall we~?”
The pink fox nodded eagerly, and happily accepted the last burrito, opening his mouth wide.  To his surprise, Ian didn’t just put half of it in his mouth—he put the entire thing between Viju’s jaws, and smirked at the fox, folding his arms.  “Now chew, prey,” he ordered with a grin.
And so Viju did, slowly making his way through the big, cylindrical piece of food, tearing off piece after piece with his teeth and swallowing them down.  As he did, Ian’s hand went up, and landed on his big stomach, rubbing it in gentle, small circles.  “That’s it, fox,” the predator purred, massaging with a big smile.  “Fatten yourself up for me. . .”
The pink fox blushed, happy to please the beautiful predator, and eagerly made his way through the rest of the burrito, continuing his small swallows until, finally, the last piece made its way down to his huge stomach.  The last gulp made Ian’s grin go wider, and he rubbed Viju’s belly for just a moment longer before he stopped, returning his hand to his side.
“Look at you, all nice and plump,” the bear said, licking his lips.  “But we’re not done preparing you yet, food.  Now we have to sauce you up.”
He grabbed the back of the chair and turned it around, facing Viju toward the table.  The pink fox now noticed it was covered in some kind of tarp.  “Lie down up there, face-up, meat,” Ian ordered him.  “Make sure to spread your body out.  Then we’ll get to the next step.”
Viju carefully stood on top of the chair, and stepped up onto the table, balancing himself.  Then he walked to the middle of it, and lay in the center, stretching out his legs and arms: even stretched out, he still fit the table well, as it was quite big, after all.
As he did that, Ian walked over to the bottles, and started bringing them over, setting them on top of the chair.  When Viju was finished preparing himself, he watched the bear do this.  By the time Ian was finished, there were four bottles in all, all unmarked, all quite mysterious.
“Perfect,” the predator said, looking down at the pink fox.  “Now, let’s go with the first sauce, and see how well it compliments you. . .”
Ian picked up one of the bottles and twisted it open, placing the cap on the chair.  Reaching out, he gently grabbed hold of Viju’s left arm and lay it flat, then tipped the bottle so that whatever liquid was inside was slowly beginning to pour out.  “Just give it time,” the bear teased his eager prey.  “Aaaany second now~!”
And then it happened.  Gooey, brown sauce dripped out of the bottle, and plopped onto the pink fox’s hand, filling his palm.  The sauce was cold, which made Viju shiver a bit, but the feeling of it gathering on him was actually rather pleasant.  Ian brought the bottle up, and the sauce went up the fox’s wrist, up his arm, and ended at his shoulder.  That’s when the bear tipped the bottle back up, and placed the cap back on before putting it back on the chair.
“First sauce of the night is sweet honey barbeque,” Ian said, licking his lips.  “Let’s find out how you taste with it, meat.”
He came down from above, gently began lapping the sauce from Viju’s arm.  He started at the fox’s pink shoulder, and Viju watched the bear’s huge tongue leave his mouth, and then lick up both the fox’s furry skin, and the honey bbq.  An, “Mmmm!” left his mouth, and Ian licked faster, weaving his way down Viju’s arm, his tongue dancing on the fox’s fur and going down more firmly with each lick.  Viju couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, and at the same time, being tasted and savored like this was a real turn-on, one that filled him with delight.  Ian lapped him up until, finally, he slurped the sauce from Viju’s shoulder, and came back up with a grin.
“That was delicious,” the bear said, drooling.  “Compliments your flavor perfectly.  But we’re not done with the sauces, meat.  Let’s see how the next one goes with you. . .”
He grabbed the second bottle and went around the table, to Viju’s right arm.  After opening the bottle, he tipped it, and when the sauce finally came out, it was red this time.  Instead of starting at Viju’s palm, Ian started at his shoulder this time, pouring red sauce down the fox’s pink arm, and ending at his hand, piling sauce in his palm before bringing the bottle up.
“Ketchup—a classic,” said Ian with a smile.  “Let’s see if it suits you.”
He came down and lapped up the sauce, starting much closer this time, and Viju’s shoulder.  Licking down the fox’s arm, he savored the sauce quickly before moving on, going much faster than Viju wanted him to.  The fox was disappointed when the bear finished; his palm was licked up before he knew it, and Ian came back up.
“Delicious,” the predator said, shrugging, “but you’re more on the sweet side, though savory is a fine option.  Let’s see how you do with the other two. . .”
He went back around the picked up the last bottles, uncapping both and walking down to Viju’s legs.  He tipped the sauces over the fox’s feet, and both predator and prey waited with anticipation as they came out.
Finally, a white sauce spread over Viju’s left leg, and a yellow one poured over his right.  Ian brought the sauces up until they reached his knees, and then stopped, tipping the bottles back up and capping them.
“We got ranch over here, and honey mustard over there,” Ian told the fox, grinning.  “Both delectable—but to they make /you/ delectable?  Let’s find out, shall we?”
First he came down and licked up the ranch, his huge tongue making quick work of Viju’s furry leg.  Knowing it would be quick, the pink fox savored every second he was being licked, loving the sensations and the emotions it raised for him.  All too soon, Ian was moving onto his right leg, lapping up the right leg with clear hunger in his eyes.  The predator’s stomach growled as he licked, and Viju’s heart skipped a beat—he’d soon be in that glorious belly.  Any minute now, they’d be done, and he’d be swallowed.  What a thrill that was. . .
Finally, Ian finished his taste test, and he straightened back up, looking thoughtful.  “The sweet honey barbeque and honey mustard really complimented your favor,” he muttered, rubbing his chin.  “But if I had to choose one, I suppose I’d go with the honey mustard.”
He picked up that sauce and looked down at Viju with a smile.  “Get ready, meat,” he said, grinning.  “It’s finally time for me to eat.  Let’s sauce you up.  Bring your legs together and your hands to your sides.”
Heart pounding with happiness, Viju obeyed, and watched as Ian opened the honey mustard and poured it all over him, splashing the sauce on his body.  He started at the fox’s legs, then made his way up, getting honey mustard on his hips and extended belly.  Then he traced the flavoring up his arms and sides, reached his chest, and finally ended at Viju’s neck before capping the bottle again.
Ian stared down at him, and the fox could see that the bear saw him not as a living being, but as a pure meal.  “Delicious,” the predator muttered, drool escaping the sides of his mouth.  “Down the hatch, meat.”
He pulled up a chair, and sat in front of Viju’s legs.  Then he opened his maw wide, giving the fox a glimpse inside his mouth: a slobbering tongue, drool-covered teeth, and cavernous throat all greeted him.  Then, the feeding finally began.
The maw descended onto Viju’s feet and tasted them, licking and sucking greedily at the fox’s flesh.  Viju felt Ian’s tongue roughly lapping up his fur, snatching up the sauce and tasting him along with it—it felt absolutely incredible, and the pink fox found himself leaning into it, wanting more.
And that’s when the first swallow happened.  With a loud /gllk/, Ian pulled Viju’s toes into his powerful throat.  The fox’s feet went from the wide, wet maw, to a tight, moist tunnel, which squeezed around him with amazing force, tugging at his flesh.  The fox moaned in delight at the sensation—he truly was just food now, nothing but a good meal for the bear to enjoy.  And he wanted to savor every second of his life as meat.
Ian slowly made his way up Viju’s legs, lapping up the honey mustard as he slowly came up.  First, he swallowed down the rest of Viju’s feet, sucking them down with another strong /gulp/.  The fox’s ankles were next, the tongue dancing around fur as he savored Viju’s flesh, tasting with hungry, greedy licks.  Then the meaty legs were slurped inside the bear, gulp by gulp, bite by bite: Ian licked them up with loud, delighted moans, and that made Viju moan in turn, happy to be such good food for this predator.  He was eaten quickly, and before he knew it Ian was past his knees, and reached Viju’s hips.
When he reached them, Viju felt his feet pressing up against a barrier: it was the sphincter of the stomach, the line between him and the stomach!  His heart skipped a beat, and then another /gulp/ from Ian sent him past the barrier!  The belly growled loudly upon his entrance, and the fox cried out in happiness.  “Yes, Ian. . .” he murmured, looking into the bear’s eyes.  Ian wasn’t even looking at his face—all of the predator was focused on Viju’s flesh, on the meal directly in front of him, and nothing more than that.  “Please. . . Please eat me!”
Ian’s tongue came out, and he licked up the fox’s fattened-up stomach, which was lathered in honey mustard.  The action caused Viju to giggle—as much as he enjoyed it, it also really tickled!—which made Ian move even faster as to swallow him down quicker.  Soon the stomach was clear of sauce, and so the bear gulped, sucking in part of Viju’s big belly, along with the fox’s hands, which were at his side.
Another gulp sucked in more of the plumped-up stomach, Ian stretching his jaw open wide in order to fit it, his tongue lapping it up more eagerly than ever.  It seemed this was the best part of the meal so far, and that filled Viju with pride—he was so happy his plumped-up self could be satisfying for the hungry bear.  More than half of him was down that throat, part of him in the stomach—it was only a matter of time before all of him was in.
Ian gave the final swallow, sending Viju’s belly down, and reaching the fox’s chest.  More of Viju was piling into the bear’s glorious gut, and he felt his feet touch the wobbling, growling floor of the stomach.  He eagerly leaned forward, ready to be further consumed.
The predator licked and sucked at Viju’s chest, and in a matter of seconds, all the honey mustard was completely gone.  Another swallow sucked the chest into his maw, and suddenly, only Viju’s shoulders, neck, and head were left to eat.  One gulp later, only his head remained!
The fox took a deep breath.  “Thank you,” Viju whispered to Ian.  The bear made no indication that he heard him—he only opened his maw wide, and gulped in his prey’s head.
Viju was sucked inside the bear’s beautiful maw, and immediately was covered in drool as it dripped down from above.  Then he was assaulted by the tongue, licked all over by the relentless organ until all of him was completely covered in spit, and his fur was completely soaked.  The fox sighed, leaning into the licks, loving both the relaxing feeling of it all, and his treatment as nothing more than food.  He felt the throat opening up before it happened: a loud /gulp/ echoed through the mouth, and Viju was sucked inside the esophagus.
The cylindrical organ squeezed around his head, relentlessly pushing against him as he sent him toward the stomach, inch by inch.  Viju closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting himself purely feel as he headed toward his destination.  After all this time, he would finally be inside a belly!  This truly was a dream come true. . .
His thoughts were interrupted when his head began sliding past the sphincter.  Opening his eyes, he felt himself pass through the barrier, and a moment later, all of him was completely inside the stomach.
His body settled into a ball in the belly, so that his knees were up against his chest.  Around him, the belly let out grunts and growls, making his whole body shiver and shake with each movement—nothing was /still/ here, that was for sure.  Viju felt liquids dripping on the walls, but he wasn’t worried—after all, Ian was going to spit him out soon.  That was what they agreed upon.
He sighed and leaned into the belly walls, feeling them churn around him.  Here, knowing that he was safe, it felt nice and peaceful to be part of the stomach, just another piece of food in the bear’s gut.  His fattened up stomach pressed nicely against his knees to, reminding him that he had been stuffed specifically for this purpose.  It was all really nice. . .
. . . Until he felt more liquids starting to pool, that is.  The stomach juices had been dripping for a while now, and they were starting to gather around his body, reaching his chest.  And things were getting a bit tingly. . . Was he going to be ok?
“Ian?” Viju cried out over the growls of the belly.  “Can you let me out soon?  I think your stomach is starting to digest me!”
There was silence.  “Ian?” Viju asked, a little worried now.  “Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you, meat,” the predator replied, his voice muffled by the belly walls.
“Thank goodness,” the fox said, breathing a sigh of relief.  “Can you let me out soon?  Your stomach acids are starting to tingle a little bit.”
There was a long pause.  Then, to Viju’s confusion, he heard the bear start /laughing/.  What was going on?
He got his answer a moment later.  “Sorry, I’m not letting you out,” Ian said, chuckling.  “You’re too tasty for that.  So, I’m letting you digest.”
“Digest?!” Viju screamed, starting to panic.  He writhed around, running his arms against the stomach walls.  Meanwhile, the stomach acids poured higher. . .
Ian didn’t answer.  The fox hit the walls of the stomach, trying to find an exit.  He’d been tricked!  How could he fall for this?!
That’s when the liquids reached his neck, and Viju realized his breathing was getting shallow.  He’d wanted to feel like food.  But now, he was actually food.
A moment later, he passed out.
__________
Ian patted his huge stomach, grinning.
“You made such a tasty meal, Viju.  I love such willing, foolish prey—shame I can’t enjoy you again~!”