Life-Saving Catches

25 MILES TO PEAK.

The sign displayed this in bold Arial, signaling the peak of the mountain ahead. John and his now-wife Mary were driving to celebrate their honeymoon on the mountain peak. However, they were hungry, and decided to get lunch at a rest top restaurant.

Before heading inside the store, they looked out over the scenic edge. The couple was very high up, and everything seemed so small. However, not only was the landscape lacking in substance, but so was the fence that prevented falls.

The fence suddenly broke away, and John lost balance, flailing for a grip. His left hand found one - Mary's mouth. Mary hadn't reacted quite quick enough to grab her husband with her hands, but John had found his into Mary's mouth. Mary was pulled to the ground, but not off the cliff by John's fall because of her own weight, and the unequal as well as broken ground. This left John hanging above a long drop, but not actually falling.

He looked up, in awe at how his wife was holding him. He supposed that she had strong mouth and throat muscles, given how much she ate.

"Honey," he said, nervously "Could you get me up from here?" She thought momentarily, then replied, "Mm-hm!" John sighed and smiled in relief, until he noticed his arm disappearing further into his Mary's mouth. "Honey?" He spoke, worried. His arm continued to be sucked in, and he noticed, even more concerning, his arm was being pulled into a wet, fleshy tube. John's arm was sucked up to his shoulder, and he said "Mary, I'm up! You can spit me out now." But she continued to swallow, more of John disappearing into the slimy, soft mouth.

Amazingly, Mary had reached John's shoulder, and then managed to suck in his head. Inside Mary's warm, humid, and strangely aromatically good mouth, John finally realized what had happened. Mary had gone into one of her "feeding frenzy" states, caused by too much food - in this case, John's arm - and was now consuming him entirely - and whole! Her tongue licked under his chin, and around his face, tasting him. He had been in her mouth before - but not quite so literally! He was moved back to her throat, which then opened up and plunged him into the depths of her tight, squishy, and slimy tube of flesh. He could feel the rest of himself following, and Mary flipping onto her back for further ease. He eventually reached an opening and fell into a soft, moist bag of flesh.

Mary's stomach was empty of any digestive fluids. She did have a slow metabolism. Within a few moments, the remained of John followed into the stomach, and he was forced into a knee-hugging fetal position. Mary sighed heavily and let out a fairly loud, satisfied belch. She patted her stomach, then realized something strange... the faint taste of flesh. She did remember getting her husband up by sucking up his arm, then she came to on the ground, on her back, a very full stomach. She looked around, wondering where her husband disappeared to. She looked over the cliff. It doesn't look like he fell. Where did he go?

She rubbed her bloated stomach, and belched again. She had never felt this full, ever. Even from previous feeding frenzies. She felt a thump on her stomach. Strange, her food hasn't ever fought back before. She rolled up her shirt and observed her stomach, which promptly lifted temporarily with a hand's imprint. She fell back, shocked. She had eaten a lot before, but she had never eaten an entire person!

"Hello?!" Mary asked her stomach, worriedly. Even more surprising, the voice that answered was that of her husband. "Honey?" She took a moment to take this in, pun unintended. She had swallowed her own husband! "Honey, can you get me out?" John asked, anxiously. Mary thought. She seriously doubted she could do that again in reverse, by vomiting him up. The other way through would be simply impossible. She wanted to think of another way, but she was pretty tired. She could think about it after a quick nap.

Mary got up, walked over to the car, making sure not to harm the live cargo in her stomach. She laid back on the seat, and drifted off to a comfortable, warm sleep.

John knocked on the stomach lining again. "Hello? Mary?" He was answered by a loud snore. "Dammit!" He kicked the stomach walls, then, as if in rebuttal, warm, gastric fluids began to fill up the cavernous space. He was frightened terribly by this sudden event. He was going to die! The gastric fluid continued to fill up the cavern, until it left only a slight area for air to be present. The acid temporarily burned painfully, but it only lasted a second, burning away the feeling in his nerves, neutralizing any pain, like entering a hot spa. He banged helplessly against his wife's stomach walls, in vain, she continued to snore, and the attack on the stomach walls only increased the acid's potency. He watched in horror as his body began to slowly melt into an organic sludge, to be processed by his wife.

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Mary awoke from her sleep, several hours later according to the clock. She yawned, stretched, and scratched her belly. Her belly was now soft and pudgy, like a pillow. She smacked her lips then remembered something... John! She looked next to her to see if it was just a dream. He wasn't there. She looked outside, seeing the broken fence. She looked down at her stomach, fatter than its normal size. While she was asleep, her digestive process had taken over, as it always does when she falls asleep after frenzies. She knew there was no getting her husband out now. Yet she felt no regret. Some part of her told her the consuming of her ex-husband was extremely satisfying. She felt sorrow, for she would never feel such a sensation again. Unless, she finds another man to date...