Here we go, finally posting a story again. I'll try to get more things out there before the next semester at University starts. Here we have a story about a human who can't keep his eyes to himself, and catches the attention of an alien who's just worked out. Nommy adventures ensue.

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Baris stepped into the automatic door, which zoomed open at a rapid pace. Just on the other side, energetic music blasted over the lobby, where many aliens from all walks of life were stretching, preparing for their morning workout on their day off. Baris smiled, thinking to himself that it probably was impressive that he, a salarian, could probably out do most of these people in terms of exercise.

The blue colored salarian was a former STG soldier. After his years in the intelligence life style, he felt it hard to give up keeping his body in peak physical condition. That, and he could have that ego stroking moment that he just experienced. The only other probable way that he could be any more surprising is if he were a human, but physics says that a human able to exert forces of that magnitude to surpass turians or some beefy batarians, is not physically possible. As Baris browsed the crowd, his gaze stopped on a krogan fellow in the corner, who noticed Baris and gave a smile and wave, before resuming to tie his shoe. That was probably the only species that he couldn't out do his own to the point where work and willpower can't outmatch them.

He grumbled to himself a bit about the unfairness of biology and raised his water bottle up to his mouth, taking a sip and sighing happy. That's when he realized an absent feeling in his stomach and glanced down. The human he had for breakfast didn't seem to be squirming anymore. Usually when he drank, there would be a flutter of motion by the little guy. He must have succumbed to digestion, finally. Baris chuckled and pat his gut, gently jostling the body of the mostly melted human inside. Usually they lasted for an hour less than this one did. It must have been an interesting ride for him, the alien thought.

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Ken watched as an influx of aliens came into the establishment, watching many of them prépare for their workout. He himself was there to exercise, but after a particular incident a few weeks ago, he couldn’t help but stare at their titanous bodies. It was like any other workout day, he came in, did his routine, and made his body stronger again. What happened though, was on his way out, he saw a pair composed of a blue salarian and a human. They were talking for a minute while he cooled down from his workout, when the salarian concluded the conversation and plucked the little guy up, and carefully placed him inside the mouth, swallowed, and then simply left. He knew the human prey a little, he asked the guy to spot him when he was lifting the barbell one time. It was crazy to think now that he was gone, lost inside that alien’s stomach for good. Now, he watched the aliens more actively, admiring their work they’re putting into their bodies and, hoping to recreate that experience. Every now and then, he’d see one chow down on his kind, or even another species on occasion, but he never could quite catch that same, spine chilling sensation as the first time.

That was when he saw the familiar shade of blue. Ken knew the alien frequented this place, and seeing him there and now made his eyes widen, and divert his attention to that turian who was stretching out his abdomen. The blue alien’s presence was brief, as he went into the locker room immediately, likely to lock his things safely away before he went to work. Wanting to see more of that being, Ken followed.

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He stepped into the large room, filled with equipment. Baris breathed in deeply, and spied out his first machine that was on his routine: a device designed to work his upper arms. He approached it and began. With each increasingly intense rep, he grunted, his muscles strained and faint pain surging through his body. His breath quickened and other muscle clenched in response. The familiar sensation in his body being worked hard was nothing compared to his time in STG though, and he chuckled deeply.


The salarian had garnered the attention of a few passers by, who cared enough to look at the numbers of others as they worked out. One particular turian nodded, impressed by the alien and continuing on with his own routine. Baris pretended he didn’t see any of them, chuckling to himself as his old techniques for spying on people came apparent again. However, one thing that he never noticed was a little human leaning over the railway to the human workout platform, staring at him. Ken sighed as he watched, seeing the salarian move over to work on his legs, continuing to impress.

Today, he finally found his target, his hopes and dreams. He popped a quick message to his social networking program on his omnitool, elaborating his intentions to be eaten to his friends in case they were wondering where he disappeared to. On his feed, messages popped up, encouraging him to go for it, or remarking that it was “about time.” A message from his turian friend came up asking if he was the alien in question, and Ken denied it, much to his friend’s disappointment.

It was then that Baris began to approach him, and Ken’s heart pounded in his chest. Was he coming to talk to the human? Those thoughts were interruped when he saw the salarian mount a different machine to work at his upper thighs, which was located by the platform where the humans worked out. He sighed bit, and continued to watch the alien, admiring how they flexed and moved like giant, organic, buildings! He couldn’t help but wonder how many of his kind had gone into forming those muscles alone, and then expanding that
thought to the rest of the being’s body.

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Salarians didn’t gain much muscle mass, but the density itself increased. That was why Baris’ weights were so surprising. He was a fairly unassuming salarian until he was actually seen in action. Baris chucked to himself, knowing how that has made some others react. The pinnacle of absurd reactions was when he was challenged to an arm wrestling match by some turian soldier boy. He spent the credits that they bet on a nice dinner that night.

Inside Baris, the bubbling pulp that was once a human being had lost its shape from the work and strain that the body around it was going through. The occasional influx of a sports drink certainly didn’t help in prolonging the inevitable, diluting and mixing with what was left.

It was as he was approaching the end of his workout that Baris began to feel hungry again, which caused him to reflexively glance over to the small platform for where humans worked out. That was when his attention was suddenly caught. There sat a human who hadn’t moved from that spot for a while now… indeed Baris didn’t even think he went to work out at all. The human and the salarian made eye contact, and they both froze for a brief second. Baris smiled and raised a hand to wave. Ken blushed and returned the gesture, before leaving his position, feeling a little excited and flustered. That told Ken everything he needed to know.

Had the human continued watching, then Baris could assume that he was merely a people watcher, admiring the aliens out there on the gym floor. But, because he left in embarrassment, Baris realized that he was the target of observation. Baris let a few moments pass, using techniques that he learned in his time in STG to observe the human.

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Ken sighed. He actually made first contact with the blue salarian. He couldn’t believe it. He had planned a kind of pick up line or something, but here he was instead, caught in spying on someone that he was unaware was a spy himself. He hoped working out on the machines would alleviate any suspicion. Once Ken moved to the barbells though, that was when Baris made his move.

The human wrapped his hands around the pole that contained a modest amount of weights. He was a bit too excited by the idea of being eaten to really focus on weight lifting anyway. It was then that a single, slender, and blue alien finger came into view between Ken and the bar. The human was surprised and turned to look at the rest of the alien it belonged to. He had to resist the urge to gasp aloud when he saw that it was the blue salarian he had been spying on all day.

“Hey there little guy… need a spotter?” the giant alien asked. He gave a warm smile as his giant body loomed over the shy human. Ken swallowed as he realized he never got someone to spot for him, and it would be rude and unsafe to say no.

“Oh, yeah, um… thanks.” Ken began his reps, pushing up and down, letting the heavy mass work on his arms, slowly breaking down his toned muscles to rebuild them again, if they were given time instead of being destined for that alien’s churning gut. Ken had to shake the thought out of his head as he focused on his workout, cutting it short about halfway and setting the bar back on its post with the assistance of the salarian’s finger. He sat up, appreciating the fact that such a mass for him could be manipulated by one alien’s finger. “I really appreciate that, um-”

“Baris.” The salarian noted for the human and held out a finger for the human to shake and introduce himself. “And you are?”

“Ken, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Ken placed his hand on the finger and shook it graciously. He smiled, touching the soft flesh of a salarian’s amphibian skin, admiring the power behind it.

“Likewise Ken. Glad I could help… you nearing the end of your own workout?” Baris asked, quietly probing the human’s intentions, raising a brow that made one of his large eyes even larger. “I’m almost done myself over there, if you’d like to join me?”

“Um… yeah actually, I just finished over here.” Ken lied, and Baris knew he was lying. This was the first workout he did today. Unless the human was doing some kind of experimental technique, which was likely not the case, it was apparent to Baris that Ken was interested in his body, and likely in a food-ish manner. Baris held out his hand, and Ken mounted the palm graciously, feeling the texture of the soft alien skin against his own.

“Great! Just need to work on my abs and then I’ll be done too!” Baris slapped his hand against his gut, making Ken glance down at the abdomen and blush a little.

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They arrived at a bench, where it was slightly elevated and perfect for sit ups. Baris set Ken down onto the bench before sliding his feet into the slotted area beneath, and beginning his workout. Ken was impressed with each powerful flex, seeing the massive alien pull himself up, and then release. His attention was focused on the salarian’s abdomen, the point of action in this entire affair. As it worked, he imagined the flesh inside to compress and stretch with each rep, loving the idea of how active it must be inside that amphibian’s stomach at this moment. Those thoughts had led Ken to wonder about Baris’ dietary habits. How often did he eat humans? Did he have any already today? What is it like to be someone alive inside him as he worked out like this?

Each time the salarian came up, he let out a breath as he went back down, blowing a gust of air over Ken. The human took this in stride, not necessarily reacting until he looked up as Baris came up again. Baris thought that it was time to have a little fun with the human. He opened his mouth as he came up, revealing the moist and soft flesh inside. Interestingly, it was colored yellow, and had a faint glow to it.

Time seemed to slow as that open maw approached Ken, and the human, for a brief moment, thought that he was about to be snapped up then and there. Instead though, Baris exhaled a thick breath from his lower body, careful to expel the scent over the human as strongly as he could. Ken gasped as he felt the warm breath spill over him. It smelled thick of eggs, and of something else that Ken had recognised. As a human who pondered about getting devoured fairly frequently, he had visited enough pred clubs, and had enough aliens exhale post digestion breaths over him to know what that scent was, hiding behind the eggy smell of Baris’ breath. That was the scent of melted human, and thus, answered one of Ken’s earlier questions, leaving the little guy with the image in his mind of a gooey pile that was once a person, hidden behind that abdomen that was flexing and churning at this moment, compressing and likely breaking down that form even more.

Baris kept on working out, as if he just didn’t taunt Ken with the fact that he devoured one of his kind for breakfast, leaving the human to quietly peruse about the fate himself, and if he wanted to experience that. This went on for a few more minutes before Baris sat up, finished with his routine for the day.

“Ahhh, well that was good.” The salarian asked, raising a brow again and smiling warmly at the small human on the bench. “Enjoy the show Ken?”

“Yeah definitely! While you were working out I couldn’t help but notice… your insides are glowing yellow.” The human was intrigued by this. Normally salarian flesh is green, reflecting the color of their blood. However, internal flesh modifications were common amongst predators or people who wish to simply change up their body.

“Ah yeah, I like yellow. And I feel like humans I eat should get a little light in there too.” The alien drummed on his belly with a couple of fingers, when it rumbled in response. The sound made Ken shiver a bit involuntarily. He hoped that Baris didn’t see it. “Plus, I thought it would help me lure in some prey.”

“Does it?” Ken asked, honestly hoping for every detail he could get out of the salarian.
“You tell me.” Baris winked at Ken and the human’s blush deepened. Ken was obviously embarassed by being found out, even though he had a feeling his hopes weren’t lost on the salarian. “So, what are you up to after this Ken?”

“I was… thinking of going to lunch.” Ken admitted, being truthful this time. He smiled at Baris. “You wanna join me?”


“Actually, I have a salad I made earlier today waiting for me at home.” Baris smiled at Ken, but then his eyes shifted, the glare of them becoming more piercing. “But you know…”

“Yeah?” Ken felt the alien’s gaze turn into something more threatening at that moment, the human squirming in his place as the conversation took a quiet turn. Ken cocked his head and blushed, this time visibly in front of the alien.

“I do remember I forgot to get some protein for it at the store earlier. And protein is really important after a workout,” Baris trailed off, letting Ken ingest what he was leading into. “I don’t suppose you’d mind filling that role? It’d save me a trip to the store.”

Ken’s heart fluttered at that, and he squirmed in place. All this time he was trying to figure out how to ask the alien to eat him, and here he was, being asked instead. His senses were alight with the idea that soon enough, he’d be filling that salarian’s stomach, enjoying that slow process that other human experienced this morning. Why was it taking him so long to say yes? “Definitely! I’d love to. Wouldn’t want you to do all that working out for nothing right?”

“Indeed… well since I’m going to eat you...” Baris smiled and plucked up Ken, before laying down again like he did when he was doing his crunches. His hand placed Ken on the belly, pressing onto him gently. Despite the salarian being a fitness oriented fellow, he felt fairly soft in that spot. Due to their amphibious nature, salarians didn’t have very defined abdomens, it was a bit more pudgy there. But, there certainly a lot of power behind the pudge, as Ken laid down, pressed into the flesh. “It’s a good thing that I had a focus on my legs today. You humans always go straight to my thighs.”

Ken couldn’t believe it. The way Baris talked, so casual and nonchalant, made him feel so small in the already giant hand’s grip. Feeling the soft body beneath him pressed tight against his form reminded him of what he’ll soon be part of. His moans were muffled as he was pressed to the fabric of the alien’s shirt, before he felt the weight relieve off of him. Beneath him, the stomach rumbled, hungry for a meal, and excited that the human would be inside of it soon enough. “Hear that Ken? That’s the last sound you’ll ever hear when I’m done with you… Now, let’s get going. I’ve got a human to eat and you’ve got a stomach to digest in.”

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The apartment of the salarian was a small, but cozy place. He clearly took good care of it, with granite counters, simplistic decoration, and pristine upkeep. The surface looked like they’d never been dirty, and yet cleaned still. Ken looked around from the table he sat on, placed there and told to wait by the being that he was going to be food for. The thought of it still sent his mind reeling from excitement.It was such a permanent and significant act to him, but to Baris, removing Ken from the galaxy will be as easy and significant as swallowing a particularly tasty bite.

When Baris finally returned, Ken was treated to the sight of a shirtless salarian. His blue skin coloring accented the muscular curves of his body, as the alien showed off, leaning against the archway into the kitchen. He gestured to his body, a sweeping motion that stopped at his belly before he gave it a gentle pat.

“So, you like the look of your new home?” Baris asked, smiling down onto Ken, breaking away briefly so that he could open the fridge and removed the salad that he created before he went out to exercise today.

“Oh yeah. Seems like prime real estate. And I get to move in today!” Ken joked, causing Baris to laugh a little too. It was then that Ken got a glimpse into the fridge and noticed a small, sealed package, containing a label that said it was a kind of avian animal from Sur’Kesh that was commonly used in salads. “Heyyy, you said you didn’t have any meat.”

Baris looked to where Ken was pointing, noticing his tone was more joking than accusatory. “Hmmm, so did. I doubt that this discovery changes your status of food back to a person though, does it?”

Ken smiled with Baris and felt the salarian’s hands pluck him up from the table, dropping him into the small bowl. Salarian’s didn’t have particularly large stomachs, so they didn’t eat as much. If Baris were a turian right now, he wouldn’t be able to stand with his feet touching the bottom of the bowl and his head above the brim.

Surrounding Ken was a bunch of blue and green leaves, with purple, onion-like things scattered about. There was a thin dressing on the salad, which felt cold to the touch against Ken’s skin, making the little human want the warm embrace of the salarian’s insides even more. Ken looked up to Baris, who simply gave him a smile, before bringing down his fork, crunching into the alien leaves of the salad. Baris brought it up to his mouth and bit them off the fork, chewing noisily as his jaws crunched and crushed the vegetables, the act hidden behind the alien’s lips, as they flexed and moved in reaction to what was transpiring behind them. It was after the second bit that Baris asked Ken, with his mouth full. “Yeh wowa wash?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Ken cocked his head at Baris, who held up a finger and chewed a bit more quickly, following it with a hefty swallow that sounded wet and loud to Ken.

“You want to watch?” Baris said with more clear deliberation, opening his mouth and pointing inside. Ken blushed again and nodded quietly. Baris cupped the bowl in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, opening wide as he shoveled the next forkful of salad into his mouth. Ken got to watch as the pretty leaves were pressed upon and torn by the powerful jaws, what was once fluffy things that surrounded him, was now a pile of saliva soaked chewed leaves, scattered across the alien’s tongue. They slid back slowly, the pile just beginning to cross the event horizon of the curve of the tongue before the jaws and lips came back together and Baris gave another loud swallow. “So, when you woke up this morning, did you think you’d end the day melting inside a glowing, yellow, salarian stomach walls?”

The question made Ken laugh, both in how it made him feel like food even more, and with the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “Not at all actually. I don’t think I could predict something like that… did you?”

“Predict I was going to eat someone for lunch? Yeah.” Baris continued eating, carrying a conversation with his meal so casually that if it wasn’t so important to Ken, he might have forgotten that he was actually the food to be eaten. “Almost always, when I go out prowling, I get a willing morsel like yourself.”

“And how often is it that you ‘prowl.’” Ken asked, interested in hearing Baris’ human intake rate.

“Well I’m planning sending one of you little guys in me at dinner, if that tells you something.” Baris commented and pointed the fork at Ken, who laughed at this and smiled, knowing he was one in many that have been and will be eaten by this alien. “Speaking of which...it’s time for you to do what you were meant for.”

The fork dove below Ken, who gasped out as he sat on it with a few leaves. He was brought up to the mouth, watching as the jaws parted wide to give him another view into the glowing yellow flesh inside the salarian. Bits of blue and green from the salad were scattered across the moist and smooth surface of the tongue, which had no taste buds, but presumably salarians had a different method of observing flavor. The tongue was roundish and the maw was similar to the shape of a human, but more circular in general. There was no uvula dangling over the abyss that would soon claim Ken forever, as it slowly approached. “Mmmh, hope you like it in there meat, because you’re never coming out.”

The mouth soon took over all of Ken’s view of the world, and the human felt the fork slide out from under him as the jaws came together, pressing him and the salad between the soft tongue and tough palette. Ken filled the maw mostly, and had to curl his legs to keep them from dangling over the alien’s throat. The tongue seemed practiced in pushing the human about to chew the rest of the food. In one instance, Ken found himself tucked in the stretchy cheek of the salarian, watching the teeth go up and down, shredding the food to pieces. As Baris chewed, Ken was given an occasional brief view of the world, framed by soft salarian lips and salad covered teeth. After his last look outside of the salarian’s yellow, glowing embrace, the mouth came together, and Ken realized he'd never see the outside world again.

He felt the tongue surge beneath his body, making a rolling motion to push him farther back into the mouth, and soon he slipped inside, feeling the throats clench and swallowing him away forever. Ken grunted as the tight throat pushed him downwards. The last impact that he ever had outside of the salarian’s body was a small bulge in Baris’ neck. That soon vanished though into his chest, and then, nothing of Ken was ever seen again. The human was gone, slowly making his way down into the stomach where he belonged.

Ken groaned as the scents of the stomach grew stronger and stronger. That egg-like odor was powerful and he wasn't even inside there yet! Once his feet slipped in though, he soon fell completely in, finding himself up to his waist in the salad muck. The egg scent wasn't from the food it seemed, it was just part of the salarian’s digestive tracts, and gastric fluids. Ken stood up, balancing carefully inside of the stomach and realized that his head came close to the roof of the stomach. He reached up, pressing on it and causing it to stretch a bit before the muscular sac around hi flexed, and the floor rolled, causing him to fall over and splash into the salad mix.

Baris, meanwhile, only smiled at the vanquishing of yet another morsel, happily tucking him away behind the soft abdomen of the salarian. That didn't last long though, and he shoveled another forkful of salad into his mouth. Soon finishing it off in a few more bites. Ken, deep within the depths of the alien, would sit as an occasional glob of chewed salad squelched in through the upper sphincter of the stomach, coating him in a fresh mess that smelled almost like mown grass, but more appetizing. The scents mixed with those inherent in the stomach and made him cough as he adjusted to his new home, knowing he had to get used to it. He settled down there in the stomach, feeling the walls occasionally pulse around him before a bit of a jolt shook him around in there.

“Mm you tasted pretty good, meat. It's nice to have something alive and squirming in there again. It's been since breakfast!” Baris pat his abdomen, licking at his lips and smiling at his bare body, which contained another living being soon to be made a part of him. “Why don't you relax down there? I'll take good care of you. You’ll be mush in no time.”

The voice over Ken sounded a bit louder, yet muffled from layers of flesh between him and the vocal cords he passed on his way in. He smiled and settled down into the stomach muck, watching the glowing walls as they showed every detail of the digestion, not allowing a single bit of darkness since all of the flesh around him glowed. The stomach’s walls gently churned, as if feeling up what it was going to be melting down completely within the next few hours. Glorps and groans sounded off around Ken, who watched the steamy vapors of acids beginning to work on the mess inside float up.

The stomach felt like a sauna, the heat overbearing and the humidity even more so. Ken didn't mind it at all though. He had been mentally preparing for this for a long time. It was kind of silly to think that the alien who sparked this desire in him was the one who ended up doing the digestive deed.

Suddenly everything began to shift, salad mush gently sloshing over the human as if he was in a shaking bath tub. Sounds were slightly muted due to the soft and spongey and cramped nature of Ken’s new home. The motion stopped as Baris stepped into his shower, cleaning himself off. On the inside, Ken heard the gentle patter of what sounded like rain above him, and realized that Baris was likely taking a shower to clean up from his morning at the gym. Ken felt safe there in his warm home, as the sound of the shower broguth the occasional sway and a press when Bars rubbed soap onto his abdomen. And rinsed it off.

The salarian sighed and stepped out of the shower once clean, putting on some clothes to relax as he moved to his couch to watch the vid screen. Ken did the same to pass the time, activating his omnitool to browse the extranet, seeing how the galaxy was going along without him. Much to his lack of surprise, it was all indifferent. Nobody would talk about him anymore, aside from only to say “yeah I think he got eaten” or something like that. The thought and reminder about how insignificant his life was now that he was only a bit of food filling space inside the stomach of the salarian made him feel right in place.

Over time, the air began to get thicker and thicker, as acids worked and broke down everthing within the stomach. Having nothing really to do, time felt like it dragged on for Ken. It wasn’t until he tried to raise his arm again only to find his fingers melting off his body like ice cream did he realize the effects of it all on him. Truly, things began to feel lethargic for Ken. Baris noticed that Ken’s movement inside the stomach began to slow, and he gave a reassuring pat. Ken felt that and smiled, those pats and the flurry of motion being the only thing that stirred up things inside the stomach aside from the gentle and rolling churns.

As those final hours passed, Ken drifted into unconsciousness in the soft glow of the yellow stomach, hidden behind the blue skin of the alien around him. Once Baris felt motion stop, he raised a hand and rubbed more aggressively on his belly. “Here, let me finish you off.”

Those were the last words Ken heard before he felt the fingers press onto him, showing him how digested he was when globs of his limbs painlessly slipped from his body. He smiled, and closed his eyes for good. The stomach did as it wished to his limp body, and Baris’ fingers pressed inward, creating mounds on the wall that helped break Ken down. In a few moments, a particularly aggressive push came and Baris could feel the vague shape of the human’s body compress, finally, between the stomach walls. Now, all that was left of Ken was a bubbling slurry mixed with what was left of the mostly digested salad. Baris wouldn’t barely remember his meal after that. His life continued on, uninterrupted, and at almost every meal, his interrupted one of a human, who joined Ken and many others to be food.

But, for now, Baris pulled up his omnitool, browsing for his favorite predation spots, planning on seducing another human to slide down his throat and give up everything to become mush inside his stomach yet again. The salarian stood, his hips swaying as the mush inside sloshed left and right, the chaos of it all, hidden behind the blue abdomen.