Jeff was unsure how long he was left lying there, and he didn't really care. The pleasure coursing slowly through him was like the build up to an orgasm, but never ending and making all thinking difficult. Who would have guessed being food would feel so...good.
Jeff didn't just feel good, though; he smelled good, and he tasted incredible. The chronivac's automatic settings had turned Jeff into the epitome of hotdogs, a mouth-watering gourmet snack that was irresistible.
His scent wafted down through the house, and even out into the garden, ever so faintly. It was there that it wafted into the nose of Bancho, the next door neighbor's huge german shepherd dog. Bancho immediately stood up, his fluffy brown tail wagging. He perked his ears, sniffing carefully, and followed the scent. The wooden fence was easily leaped over, the dog driven by the irresistible scent. He nosed against the back door of Jeff's house, which he had unwittingly left open a crack.
Meanwhile, Jeff was still in the throes of pleasure, and his thoughts had gradually turned to his predicament. As much as he tried not too, he couldn't help but think of being eaten, and the thought aroused and frightened him in equal measure. He was unaware that one of the chronivac's default settings was intended to help targets enjoy their change, by altering their minds slightly so that they would enjoy their intended purpose. Like being food.
Jeff's bedroom door slowly creaked open, and Bancho took a few cautious steps in. Jeff could not see what was happening; unable to move, he could only see directly upwards. But he heard the door creak, and managed to focus despite the overpowering pleasure. Had someone come home early?
Suddenly, Bancho's face moved into Jeff's line of sight. The big dog was panting, a wide pink tongue drooling with hunger. The alsation's brown and black face was cheerful and unaware of the horror that it was causing in Jeff's mind. He didn't want to be dog food! He tried to wriggle, to escape, but he could do nothing but sit there.
Slowly, the wet dog tongue moved down, sliding over Jeff's body, tasting him. He would have shivered and moaned if he could. The feeling of being tasted washed away his fears. It was like an orgasm in every place the tongue touched him.
"Eat me. I'm delicious. Eat me boy."
Jeff came to his senses, trying to fight the thoughts in his head. He wasn't food! But as Bancho opened his dark, hot mouth, and lowered it to Jeff's rear, he could not help but feel joyful at the situation. The dog's mouth moved up, and clamped down. Jeff would have screamed in ecstasy if he could. As his legs were bitten off, the pleasure was overwhelming. Another bite and all that was left was Jeff's head. He could feel the rest of him squeezed and pulled down into darkness. The mouth covered him, and he felt the moist darkness close over him as he was swallowed completely.
Jeff was squashed and squished and eventually landed with a splash inside Bancho's stomach. He could feel himself as meaty indistinct mush floating in the digestive fluids, and his thoughts slowly began to grow slower and quieter, until he wasn't thinking at all, just experiencing throbs of pleasure.
Soon, his body digested totally into Bancho, and then there was not even that.