An Unfortunate Accident

It was a terrible day. The story was pretty widely known, mainly around René and Goldie’s friends. But even for people that didn’t personally know them, it was hard to forget the frog that heroically avenged his friend. Goldie, unfortunately, was a victim of her own desires. ‘Her’ last tweet being that of a wolf’s belly was cruel, but not entirely unexpected. René was there for her if anything went wrong, but he couldn’t have expected him to eat her right in the restaurant. She was already digested by the time he confronted him... So in revenge, he ate the wolf. At least that way, there would be some justice, even if René still felt bad about not being able to save her.

At least, that’s what René told anyone who asked.

In reality, it wasn’t exactly true. Not that anyone could possibly know, besides the long-since digested people involved and René himself. Goldie did get eaten by a wolf and René did eat that wolf in turn, that much was true. However, she wasn’t already digested by then. Something René would find out for himself after his metabolism made quick work of the wolf. Something René would try his best to ignore, despite her fighting and eventual realization. René did feel bad, but not to the degree he would imply, and not about failing to save her. No, he felt bad about enjoying her digestion so much.

It wasn’t something he planned on ever sharing. But late at night, the memory of her squirming in his stomach would come to him. Sometimes, he came to it. And afterwards, he would feel guilty about that. She was his friend, wasn’t she? He’d known her for a few years, helped her through other relationships when they didn’t work out. Even when he’d eaten people in the past, it didn’t do anything for him. And yet, he just let all that friendship melt in his stomach. And he liked it. He really, really did.

He didn’t know what to do with those feelings. His metabolism meant any fat she (and the wolf, for that matter) left behind was gone in a week. Now it's been over a month. By all rights, he got away scot-free. He should just leave it alone, but he couldn’t. Sometimes he wished he could go back in time-- not to change things, but to feel it again. Unfortunately, it was unlikely he could ever recreate those circumstances. He didn’t have any other small friends with tastes for much bigger, predatory people.

Sometimes he would look up feelings of accidental predators online, to see if others felt like he did. (Even though it was not exactly an accident.) Sometimes people would mention guiltily enjoying the feeling at the time. But those same people seemed truly horrified by the feeling and consequences afterwards. He... wasn’t sure he was. Especially since reading these stories sometimes aroused him. People anonymously describing accidentally eating and/or digesting roommates, lifelong friends, even their married partners and more... He had to admit to himself, he found it hot.

So, he went about his life, minus one friend. It felt odd, not visiting her or chatting with her. But once he remembered why, he’d get embarrassingly hard. Fortunately, lacking any sort of significant other himself, he was able to avoid ever having to confront it. Sure, he had a roommate, but he didn’t really care about the guy. They exchanged niceties whenever they saw each other. But most of the time they stayed out of each other’s business.

Instead, he mostly hung out with his best friend, an orange-red cat he knew as Toby. He’d known him for something like 20 years by now, practically since he started school. They managed to stay friends all that time, through thick and thin. In recent years, Toby had become especially mellow. Helped in part by the ganja he enjoyed in his free time, though even before that he’d been getting lax since graduating high school. René always enjoyed hanging out with him, but especially now that he really needed to try and get his mind off of things.

Today was such a day. A Friday evening, where René came over without even stopping by his own place to change out of his Johnson’s Discount Electronics shirt. He brought a few boxes of pizza with him, and they just loafed around Toby’s living room, eating and watching random shit on the TV. Talking about whatever came to their minds, though almost never anything too serious. Of course, René told him the story he told everyone, but Toby talked less about Goldie and more about him eating a wolf.

Sometimes he thought about telling him the real story, but... no, he couldn’t. Even if he didn’t immediately turn him in, he’d probably lose Toby as a friend, and he didn’t want that. So casual conversation it remained. Unrelated to any previous conversation, Toby suddenly said, “We should totally do a ‘Let’s Play’.”

René glanced up from his phone, towards the TV. He was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, a paper plate and a slice of pizza in his lap, and a beer to his side. On the TV, it had become some streamer he didn’t recognize, playing a game he also didn’t recognize. It probably switched to that after reaching the end of the previous video, since neither of them had anything specific in mind. Finally, he turned to his friend, who was laying down across the couch with his legs behind René’s head. “You think we’d be popular?” He asked, with a slight smile of amusement.

Toby seemed to genuinely think about this for a moment... then he just laughed. “Nahhhh! Well... maybe if we fuck around enough. We’re sure not getting by on our skills.”

They both laughed at that one. René took a sip of his beer and then suggested, “Maybe we can be a uh... whatcha call it... variety streamer?”

“What’ll our variety be? Eating pizza and reacting to videos?”

“Hey, some people get good money for both of those!”

They chuckled some more together before returning to eating, drinking, and lazing. It was nice just to relax. Especially on a Friday, after work. He didn’t have to think about a damn thing. Toby shifted behind him as he dug out a lighter, then patted around his other pockets. “Damn,” he said. “I need to go get a joint. Uuuugh...” Due to the positioning of his furnishings, getting out from the couch really was a bit of a pain. He had to narrowly step over his friend, making sure not to trip over any random junk between the couch and the TV. René didn’t feel like moving, especially as he started to get a good yawn in, stretching all his limbs out and closing his eyes.

The next thing he knew, he made a GUL-UHK-LP sound as his friend’s head rammed into his throat. In under a second, he became aware of a number of things: A sound Toby made a moment ago, right as he tripped. The tangled wire of a controller and the streaming device yanked out under his leg. The particular way his friend got lodged into his throat-- if it was just his mouth, it would be easy enough to pull him out. Maybe it still was, even though he was going to start choking in a moment. But then that dark part of his mind suggested: What if you don’t pull him out? If you keep swallowing, it’ll just seem like it was part of the accident.

His mind raced, and maybe he waited slightly too long, but before he could even really think through all the possible consequences, he gulped again. Now that they both had time to process what was going on, Toby started trying to pull himself out. His arms were becoming difficult to use now that his shoulders were inside René’s mouth. Meanwhile, his legs were just sort of flailing. René grabbed them and very lightly tugged on them, just enough to create the sensation of pulling. But he allowed his throat to do the real work, pulling Toby in deeper.

The cat slowly dragged across his tongue as he went down. As much as René enjoyed the feeling and flavor (meaty as usual, but with a fruity twist), he resisted the urge to actively taste him. That would give him away immediately, and he didn’t want to do that... just in case he changed his mind. But there was no way he could deny to himself just how much he was enjoying this. Usually when he ate someone before, it was a means to an end. He never really focused on the feeling of swallowing them whole. But this... This was divine.

His belly was starting to fill out, lifting his plate up at first and then knocking it onto the floor. René didn’t care at all though, he had something far better than pizza now. Toby was almost gone now, really just his feet and tail hanging out. He could already feel his friend struggling at the bottom, probably trying to avoid getting too messy with the pizza, beer, and whatever else down there. René ‘tried’ to hang on to him, but once that last of him passed between his lips, he had to let go. One last ‘involuntary’ gulk sent him down.

René shuddered as the last of him slid down his throat. He gingerly placed his hands on his gut, feeling him squirming around in there as he tried to get comfortable. It felt so good, he was already feeling a little guilty. Out of a mix of genuine concern and wanting to keep up his innocence, he asked, “T-Toby? Are... Are you okay in there?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess? As okay as I can be...” While René’s stomach was pretty elastic, that didn’t make it any less tight. Not to mention it was constantly shifting, never really letting Toby get comfortable. To make things worse, mashed food was everywhere, already sticking and clumping in his fur. Whenever he got out, he was going to have to take so many showers.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to swallow you!” At least, not at first, he thought to himself.

“No, yeah, it’s my bad... Didn’t see that wire there.” Toby shifted around again. René loved feeling him right under his hands, but resisted the urge to actually start rubbing his gut. It let out a low groan and gurgle as Toby got ‘comfortable’ again. “So, uh... Can you get me outta here dude?”

René’s eyes widened. He should’ve offered first. “Oh, uh, um... I’m not sure I can! I-I mean... I never learned how to. You see it’s harder for frogs to regurgitate, and--”

“Ahhh, don’t worry bud.” The casual response actually threw him off. But then Toby followed it up with, “I think I have some... what is it... ipecac in a cabinet somewhere?”

René whined slightly, then stopped as he realized what he was doing. Hopefully Toby couldn’t hear it over the rather active stomach around him. “I’ll... go take a look,” he said. He stood up with some effort. His belly hung from his middle down past his waist, and was pretty well-outlined with his friend’s shape. He looked nice like that... but he couldn’t linger in appreciation too long. He walked over to the kitchen, very much feeling every sloshy step and shift as he did. Part of him wanted to just delay as long as he could... his metabolism was pretty fast, but no. He didn’t want Toby to know, like Goldie did. Even if it ended up not mattering.

After rifling through the cabinets, he eventually found the medicine one (or at least, where some of them were stored) and the ipecac in particular. He’d never used the stuff, but he heard of it. He unscrewed the cap and took a whiff, and oh god, that seemed like it’d be pretty effective. He glanced down at the bottle again, then towards the sink. As he walked over he asked, “Hey uh, I think I found it, how much of this stuff am I supposed to drink?”

Toby adjusted again, pushing out against the stomach walls that kept trying to mash him up. “Um, I dunno. All of it?”

René wasn’t sure he would do that even if he wasn’t already pouring it out, making sure it was rinsed clean, and refilling it with water. “Well... bottoms up.”

After a few moments, Toby felt warm liquid splash on and around him. Different from the other semi-liquid sludge around him, since it came from above. He waited for the stomach around him to show some reaction, maybe convulsing or something, but... nothing happened. It didn’t even help clear the smell of acid, alcohol, and pizza. “Do you feel anything?”

“Uh, no,” René said meekly. Of course he didn’t. “Maybe it doesn’t work on amphibians?”

He wasn’t sure that was a good excuse. His stomach let out a loud growl, and after that settled, he could hear Toby just say, “Fiiiiigures. Uh... I think I have some antacids somewhere at least. Should slow things down until we can figure something out, maybe.”

René sighed, and then accidentally let out a low uuuuuuorp. “Oh shit, sorry,” he said, feeling his cheeks blush and not sure if it was embarrassment or arousal. “I’ll go look.” After digging through the cabinet, he found them. They almost looked like candy, and he probably could pop them like candy, unlike the ipecac. But... he didn’t want to. His stomach gurgled with satisfaction, and he almost wanted to squeeze his gut to test how solid Toby still was. He didn’t really want to prolong his digestion. Considering the antacids in his hands, he wondered what he could substitute. His eyes eventually caught on a tray of random candy sitting on the counter, and he smiled a bit.

Toby gasped as he recovered from a particularly strong movement that squeezed the air out of his lungs. He was curled up by necessity, but it still got him. With his feet and ass submerged in the gloppy mess that used to be pizza and god knows what else, he wondered if they were even still actually there. It was so hot, too... He wished he’d gotten to have that blunt before all of this. Especially if it was going to be his last one. Fortunately, he felt some nondescript chewed up things that he hoped were the antacids land and fall around him.

They weren’t, but René asked anyway. “Are they working? Is anything happening in there?”

His gut wobbled and then Toby’s voice came from it. He sounded weak, tired. “I dunno... I can’t tell. Maybe it’s too late even. You always did have that fast metabolism, heh.”

René smiled, although bittersweetly. He was genuine when he said, “Sorry, Toby. I... never expected this to happen.” He walked back to the couch, sitting down with a slosh as his belly settled into his lap.

“It’s... okay, bud. It doesn’t really hurt, even though it is nasty in here...”

“Heh. If I’d known you were going to fall into my mouth, I would’ve made it more welcoming.”

He heard Toby laughing, at least until it was cut off by a loud gurrrrrgle. “Yeah, well, maybe next time, huh?”

“Yeah. Maybe next time.”

“At least...” Glorp. “It’s you. Not some random asshole on the street.” Grrrrwwgggle. “Hey, maybe I’ll finally break your metabolism. Give you some weight that sticks around.”

René didn’t want to say probably not, so instead he said, “Haunt me via muffin top, huh? As long as you don’t change my pants size.”

Glrrrrrn... He waited for a response, but none seemed to be coming. “Uh, Toby? You... you still there?” Once again, nothing came. He put his hand on the underside of his gut, gave it a squeeze... It was squishy. And his friend still didn’t react. René could feel himself getting hard at about the same time as the realization came in. Toby was... really gone. All those years of friendship, someone he’s known almost his entire life, it didn’t change anything. Now, he was no different from the pizza he had earlier.

René undid the button on his work pants, and then unzipped them. His cock popped out hard, driving into his gut. That feeling alone was hot on its own. He couldn’t even see it, but his hand found its way. He stroked slowly, as if savoring the feeling, the reality of what he’d done. Toby was gone. Maybe the first few seconds were an accident, but after that... he just let his stomach have its way with his best friend. No, he helped it have its way. An undeniably terrible thing to do... but René could not deny just how sinfully sexy it was.

He was already drooling precum, and now he started to pick up the pace. Hearing his own stomach slosh and glorp around as he started to rock it only helped the feeling along. He imagined what it must’ve been like in there. Eaten by your best friend, even if on ‘accident’. Your final moments surrounded by mashed up pizza as you melt into an inseparable sloppy mess. Even though he could still see and feel his friend’s soft, stilled, distinct bulge... He let out a pant, and then a thick, loud blluuOOORRRRRRRUUUUPPPPpp. He could almost taste his friend on it. The depravity of what he’d done, it was all so-- “W-What thhhhhe fuck?!”

René stopped cold. Hand still gripping his throbbing cock, which was still leaking all over as he stared at his gut. The surface of it shifted, albeit not much. Then came Toby’s voice again, sputtering as he said, “Are you fucking... getting off to this??”

One cat may have been in his stomach, but a more metaphorical one had his tongue. He had absolutely no idea what to say. After another demand for an answer, René finally said the first thing that came to his mind. “N-no...?” Another blatant lie, and this time, they both knew it. “I, uh... I thought I’d digested you. I’m glad you’re still--”

“Oh cut the BULLSHIT!” The stomach gurgled. Toby was still together, but not by much. He’d passed out mid-conversation, whether from lack of air or solidity, he wasn’t sure. What he did know, is when he woke up, he felt a rhythmic movement under him. At first he thought it was just the stomach processing him further, maybe René’s intestines already draining him away. But then he felt it speed up, and he woke up more, he realized just what it was. “I can’t believe you’re- you’re- I’m about to- to be fucking frog food, and you’re doing that?!”

Maybe something had really snapped in his mind, or maybe he was just overloaded by the situation, but for some reason... René thought this was even hotter than it was before. He started stroking again, slowly, as if trying to make sure his meal-- his friend wouldn’t notice. “I um, n-no, I was just... aah... Pacing around, after I thought you were gone.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I know what you walking around feels like in here and that was NOT it.” Toby didn’t even know what to think of all this now. Moments ago, he was perfectly willing to accept his fate. René was apologetic, tried to help, and-- “Wait. Did you... did you even try to help me?!”

Toby putting together more of the puzzle, the utter betrayal he was experiencing, just served to arouse René further. Later, he would surely feel bad for this. Right now, he was practically lost in ecstasy. This was better than what happened with Goldie. This was worse than what happened with Goldie. He kept rubbing himself steadily, not really wanting to come too early and lose the feeling. He finally answered, “Uh, I mean... I... thought about it?”

“You thought about it?!”

Yeah I did, and deciding to keep you anyway was an incredible feeling. “Yeah, I-- haah-- did, but... w-well, throwing up sucks.”

He felt Toby muster up what little strength he had left just to barely create another lump on the outside. “You’re fucking-- fucking digesting me, and you’re worried about throwing up?” René couldn’t help but chuckle breathlessly a little. Toby hadn’t been this riled up in years. Getting digested by his best friend was as good a reason as any, he figured. And, well... he found he really liked the feeling of him trying to struggle.

René laid down across the couch like Toby was earlier, letting his stomach and its contents slosh around as he did. Fortunately, his... friend was still kicking, both figuratively and literally. “Yeah, you know what? I told Goldie the same thing when she asked... huff”

“You--?”

“S-Sorry I never told you, I thought... I thought you wouldn’t want to be my friend afterwards. Or that I’d get in trouble... I guess it doesn’t matter now. B-But I didn’t mean to! Honestly, I didn’t know she was in there until later...”

Toby couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t realize his friend was transforming into a monster, right under his nose. “Did... did you mean to eat me?” He could feel René’s hand constantly rising under him, a point in the center poking him too. He felt the way René’s stomach tensed as his excitement grew, squeezing him, squashing him. He felt thick, heavy. He knew there was well past the point of being able to come out alive, but he just had to know. “Please tell me the truth.”

“God, Toby, I-- nnnf~ Honestly... not... entirely. I wasn’t planning on it when I came over, really. I never even thought about it with you until you... mmmph... fell in my mouth earlier. I probably could’ve pulled you out, but...”

“But you didn’t.”

“...No, I didn’t.” He didn’t save his friend he’d known for decades from his own gluttony. His own sinful desires. “The-- the idea was too hot.” He was close. He was so close and it felt so good. “Reducing my best friend to nothing... Nothing but slop running through my guts, like any other food... God...” Toby almost wished he was digested earlier. At least then it was peaceful. “And hey... at least I will remember you. Maybe not everything, but definitely-- hehn-- this...!”

Finally, he actually came. Warm white shots of pleasure right into the bottom of his huge, friend-filled gut. Even shooting up the rim of it as he arched his back with the waves. Toby was utterly mashed as the stomach walls squeezed inwards, stirring him around. René never felt so good in his life, so he thought in that time of orgasmic bliss. His gasps calmed down as he eventually finished, petering out into a dazed afterglow.

“God, that was so good...” His stomach growled, seemingly in agreement. He idly sloshed his belly back and forth, just laying back with his other arm on his head. “Hey, Toby... you still in there?”

He didn’t really expect a response. But to his mild surprise, he did get one. Very softly, he could hear “Ffffuck...” from within, though the only thing that followed were sludgy-sounding glorps. He was probably gone this time. Really gone. Churned up by his friend, him... René suddenly felt a belch coming up, which was released as a surprisingly soft buuuorrrp. At the end of it, he felt something caught at the back of his mouth. Reaching in with his fingers, he slowly pulled out a stained and somewhat-melted pair of blue plaid boxers.

René couldn’t help but chuckle. “So this is all that’s left, huh...” He let his arm and the garment fall to the side, onto the floor. Looking around the room, there actually was more left than he’d considered. Two half-eaten boxes of pizza and one unopened one. His lighter with that funky skull on it. His phone, even. Really, this whole apartment... It was weird being in it alone, without him. His stomach letting out a low gurgle reminded him that he was still there... in a way. But eventually, he’d be gone for good.

As he continued to glance around at various decorations that Toby had, his eyes settled on the TV. It had turned off, since it had no signal for a while. Now it was a dim mirror, with which René got a pretty good look at himself. He was... He looked satisfied. His fat belly sagged over his side and between his legs now, a stark difference from the lumpy solid one he had just a while ago. He rocked it back and forth with a hand, amused by the motion and feeling of it. Reduced his friend to nothing more than a nutritious slurry in there. Completely indistinguishable from anything else in his gut.

His stomach growled, and for some reason, looking at all the pizza, he felt a little hungry. He could put most of it in the fridge for later, but... Well, Toby wouldn’t mind if he had some more food. René shot a sticky tongue out and pulled a box of pizza to him, laying it on top of his gut. He dragged his beer over too. He considered reconnecting the TV, but he didn’t really feel like getting up. But looking at it again, he did find the image a little funny.

There he was now, just casually eating and drinking pizza. Right after just digesting his best friend. Whose remnants had hardly even moved out of his stomach. He couldn’t help but laugh at how inconsiderate he was being. Some guilt was starting to seep in from the post-nut clarity, but he still just felt so good. Letting his friend digest, like food, like all this pizza, just felt so good. It wasn’t like they were any different now. Later he’d have to clean things up... Make it look like he didn’t just casually resume dinner after eating him. Or come from the experience.

He pulled his phone out, thinking about taking a selfie as a keepsake... but decided against it. He didn’t want any evidence, and the memory would be more than enough for many nights to come. Instead, he opened his messenger, texting his roommate: “hey jsyk i wont be there tn”. His roommate responded with a thumbs up. He backed out, going to the main menu with all his recent messages. Some condolences for Goldie. A number with no name was at the bottom-- Goldie herself, probably. He opened up the most recent chat, Toby’s. He went to the contact, hovered over delete... and then accepted it.

God, even just that made him start feeling hard again. He put his phone down on his chest, staring at the ceiling as he started to gently stroke himself again, just keeping it up. He couldn’t believe it was Toby of all people. He dreamt of just selfishly digesting someone close to him, but it was never anyone specific. That said, he couldn’t think of a hotter person to have betrayed. Now he just had to think up a proper story...

It was a terrible day. Toby, unfortunately, was a victim of his own clumsiness. Him going out that way, even if unusual, wasn’t entirely unexpected. René was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he couldn’t have expected Toby to fall in like that. He tried his best to save him, drinking ipecac and taking some antacids, but they just didn’t work. Toby was at least glad it was his friend, even if René still felt bad about not being able to save him.

At least, that’s what René would tell anyone who asked. Hopefully everyone would believe him when he’d say it was an unfortunate accident.