On a chilly November evening in 2010, Casey Shea, the black-tie clad guitarist and current
touring member of indie pop sensations Tally Hall, was celebrating his birthday in style. The
band had a rare night off on their latest tour, and Casey opted to spend it alone in his plush hotel
suite, ordered his favorite decadent chocolate cake from room service, and devoured it with
gusto. As the last crumb melted away on his tongue, Casey sighed contently, his lean stomach
rumbling. Little did he know his birthday treat was only beginning...
Suddenly, Casey heard a soft knock at the door. Puzzled, he opened it to find a shy young
woman on the threshold, clutching a guitar case. She looked to be in her early twenties, with
dyed pink hair, thick black eyeliner, and colorful fishnets. A diehard Tally Hall fan, easily
recognizable by the "Tally Hall 4 Eva" tattoo on her neck.
"Uh, hi there..." Casey said awkwardly, unsure of how this girl had snuck past hotel security.
"Can I help you with something?"
"You're Casey, right?" the girl asked nervously, eyes wide with adoration. "I'm Tiffany, your
biggest fan. I just wanted to, umm, give you a special birthday present. For a die-hard fan like
me, you're the only thing I want to give to you...and the only place I want to be is inside you. I've
fantasized about this for years, about being consumed by you, about you digesting me, making
me a part of you forever..."
Casey was taken aback. In his years as a rock star, he'd had his share of obsessive fans, but
this was a whole new level. "Listen Tiffany, I really appreciate the...uh, sentiment, but you can't
just barge in here and say crazy things like that. It's not appropriate. You need to go."
"Wait!" Tiffany pleaded, dropping to her knees. She locked eyes with Casey, her gaze intense
and pleading. "You don't understand. This isn't a crazy delusion - it's my deepest, truest desire.
To be eaten and digested, my body broken down to nourish you. I'm not an obsessed fan, I'm a
food fan. I want to be your food. Your meal. I want to feel your teeth and tongue and lips take
me in. I want to experience the wet, undulating walls of your throat as they squeeze and
massage me into your stomach. I want to feel your powerful stomach acids and digestive
enzymes slowly melt me away, my mind blissfully going dark as I'm absorbed into your flesh. I
want to give my body to you completely, to sacrifice myself so that you can live. If there's any
shred of mercy in your heart, eat me! Eat me and let me be your birthday dinner! I'll even agree
to let you do anything you want, if only you'll eat me!"
Casey was deeply disturbed, even as his body responded to the strange arousing fantasy she
was painting. He tried to shut the door, but Tiffany wedged her foot inside. "Please Casey! I'm
begging you! Don't make me leave until you've eaten every last bit of me! I'm your birthday
dessert! Your cake. Please eat me! Eeeeeat meeeeee!"
Reasoning that it would be easier to just go along with this than to call security and have her
removed, Casey gave a long-suffering sigh. "Okay, Tiffany, this is totally insane, but...fine. I'll eat
you. Happy birthday to me. But you better not have any hidden recording devices on you to sell
  this weird story later. And I better not find out you have any diseases that'll kill me. You've got a
deal?"
"Oh my gosh, YES, thank you thank you thank you!" Tiffany squealed, coming inside. "I
promise, no diseases, no tricks! I'm totally healthy. Now, umm, how do you want me? Do you
want me to strip first? Take a bath? Eat some food to make me extra...filling?"
Casey shook his head in disbelief as he contemplated the surreal situation. Finally, he said,
"Yeah, why don't you strip down. Leave your fishnets on though. And look, after this is over,
you're never going to contact me again, okay? No calls, no emails, no showing up backstage. I
don't want this to be a thing. We're going to do this, and then you're going to walk out of here
and we're never going to speak of it again. Deal?"
"Deal," Tiffany agreed, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes. In minutes, she stood
before him in just a black bra and panties and fishnets over her slender legs and arms. Her eyes
were excited and a little scared. "Well...should I just...get on my knees? And open my mouth?"
Casey looked at her a long moment, then nodded, his own body responding to the idea despite
himself. "Yeah. Yeah, do that. Open your mouth...and get ready."
Tiffany sank gracefully to her knees, then lay back, gazing up at him with wild, worshipful eyes.
"Eat me, Casey," she whispered. "Please eat me. Take me into your mouth and eat me..."
With a long sigh, Casey knelt over her, his hands on either side of her head. He looked down at
her expectantly open mouth, then closed his eyes and moved his face towards her lips. When
they touched his own, he closed his mouth around them and began to suck.
Tiffany let out a muffled squeal of excitement as she felt Casey begin to swallow her in. First just
her lips slid wetly over his tongue, then his lips closed around her chin and he gulped, her jaw
and mouth squishing into the tight, hot confines of his mouth. She felt herself being pushed
back, his lips and tongue kneading and squishing at her flesh as the powerful muscles of his
esophagus began to rhythmically squeeze.
Casey tasted Tiffany and felt a rush of arousal at the flavor and sensation of eating her. He tried
to block it out, telling himself this was wrong, feeling like a monster as he gulped and swallowed
and gulped again, taking Tiffany deeper into his throat. Her neck and then shoulders slid over
his lips and he felt her plunge down his gullet, the tight esophagus undulating around her body
as it forced her towards his stomach.
Tiffany was in ecstasy, shivering and moaning as she felt herself lowered down the tight, wet,
muscular cylinder of Casey's throat, the heat and pressure increasing as she went. Finally, with
a final series of hard swallows, her head popped into Casey's stomach, followed by her
shoulders, chest, arms, and hips. With a final wet gulp, Casey's lips closed around Tiffany's
  ankles as he tugged her feet into his mouth and swallowed hard, feeling his throat undulate
around them.
With a final, powerful squeeze, Tiffany's feet vanished into Casey's stomach, leaving him
hiccuping and belching. He could feel her writhing and squirming inside him, her body clenching
and unclenching, still cognizant, as his stomach muscles began to churn and knead at her. Heat
and acid and enzymes gnawed at her skin and muscles, melting her away, her mind going dark
as she was digested into nutrients to fuel his body.
Tiffany felt herself melting away, her consciousness fading as she was broken down. The last
thing she felt was a deep sense of satisfaction and peace before blackness took her as she was
absorbed into Casey's body, utterly spent.
Casey lay back on the bed and waited, his stomach gurgling and groaning as it finished
digesting Tiffany. Over the next several hours, his body broke her down completely, absorbing
her into his flesh. Finally, he rose, flushing the toilet (just in case), and called for another cake.
His birthday dinner had been...unique, but he felt strangely sated. With a smile, he dug in.