Pet Store

When Spencer was in high school his guidance counselor asked him what career path he wanted to follow after high school.  Spencer told her he had always wanted to work at a pet store, and though she worried he might have aimed a little low, Spencer did not have a college worthy GPA, but did appear to have a kind heart.

The owner of Four Paws Pet Shop thought so too when Spencer applied for a caretaker position.

“What makes you think you’re qualified to work as a caretaker?” the owner inquired.  “This is hard work and requires a lot of knowledge about animal husbandry.

Spencer explained that he had taken care of his own and his neighbors’ pets since he was younger and that he had studied a lot about them on the Internet.  The owner decided to take a chance and hire the boy for a whopping $5.15 per hour.

But 8 years later, Spencer still didn’t care about the pay, which had remained unreasonably low, save a small raise he was given when promoted to “assistant manager.”  With the new title came keys to the store.  Getting those keys was Spencer’s dream come true.  The owner had gone into semi-retirement and given Spencer nearly full control of operations.

Again, the enlargement of job duties was not the primary draw to Spencer, who had now grown into a man of 26 years of age, still working at a pet store.  The customers loved him of course.  Spencer spent time explaining the necessary steps to care for the animals he sold, many times giving them one last kiss before placing them in the carrying box.  The customers found his affixation with the animals a bit peculiar, but nothing to be alarmed about.  The animals, however, knew better.

Spencer’s friends watched in amazement as he gulfed down the fifth cheeseburger at Golden Corral.

“That’s 20 bucks,” Spencer said wiping his lips.

“You’re a beast,” his boyfriend Nathan said.

“Speaking of beasts,” Spencer said, “I better get back to the pet shop and wrap things up for the weekend.”

“You take that job way too seriously,” Cam rolled his eyes and slapped two tens on the table.

“Look, I’ve got a job,” Spencer said as he pulled on a jacket that he wouldn’t dare try to zip.  “That’s better than most right now.”

“Well have fun.”

“I always do,” Spencer said, smirking.

Spencer pulled into the store parking lot, which was now empty.  The closing employees had already locked up.  Spencer opened the door and walked inside, the space eerily quiet without customers bustling about.  He locked the door behind him and ensured that the blinds were closed completely. 

He turned on enough lights to see, but kept them low to avoid drawing attention from the cops that sometimes patrolled the area at night.  The ambient light brought the shop back to life.  The ferrets began to chase each other through the plastic tubes, hamsters spun the wheel and gerbils murmured softly to themselves. 

Spencer felt a growing pressure in his abdomen, the result of no less than 6 plates piled high with food at the buffet.  Feeling at ease, he unbuttoned his pants and felt an instant release.  When he pulled up his plaid shirt he looked down curiously. 

No longer a skinny high schooler, Spencer had grown into a muscular guy with a full-blown beer belly that had developed a fair bit of hair.  His gut felt tight against his hands and stuck out like a swollen water balloon ready to burst.  A loud cry interrupted his Zen moment.

Spencer looked in the direction the sound came from.  It came from a cage in the middle of the room, and he knew what the culprit was.  Spencer had lost patience with the blue parakeet that again screeched into the night. 

Spencer walked slowly to the cage, his belly wobbling from side to side. 

“What the hell is your problem?” he whispered loudly into the cage. 

The bird screeched again.

“Stoppp” he flicked the bars of the cage.  The bird again made a loud noise.

Spencer opened the cage and chased around the blue bird that would sing only one last time.  Finally getting his hand around it, he gently removed it from the cage.  It struggled in his hands to get free and Spencer felt the feeling he had been longing for all week.  Adrenaline.

The energy was like nothing he got from anything else.  He looked into the parakeet’s eyes and he knew, it knew. 

“Why couldn’t you just be quiet?”  he asked the bird who continued to push out in his hands.  “I don’t even like swallowing you guys that much,” he rolled his eyes.

“Oh well, down the hatch you go,” Spencer mumbled to himself. 

The bird screeched one last time as he shoved it into his mouth and pushed it to the back of his throat.  The bird again struggled to free itself but Spencer swallowed hard.  The bird never had a chance to escape. 

The fluttering continued through his chest until it came to rest in his food filled belly.  The other birds watched in silence.  Spencer slapped his stomach and let out a small burp.  He could have sworn a feather came up too. 

“No screeching,” he said again to the cage.

Spencer walked back to his office and pulled out the black binder where he recorded the “expired count.”  The fluttering continued in his belly and he began to slosh the contents around.  A small squeak came from inside as his stomach rumbled.

ONE PARAKEET  Nov 14, 2009

The blue parakeet was just the start of the evening.  2 hamsters and 1 gerbils joined in, after which Spencer became bored and closed up shop.  The movement continued on his drive home. 

The next evening, Spencer sat in his office.  The employees had gone and he was left with the exciting task of doing payroll.  Adding to his excitement was a small, brown mouse that would soon be traveling to his stomach.  He lifted the little guy up in the air and let it dance on his tongue.  In the door walked Nathan.  Spencer froze.

“What the hell?” Nathan’s eyes were bugging.

“Haha, just a joke,” Spencer put the mouse back in the box.  Nathan left the room.

“Nathan,” Spencer called after him.  “Wait, come back here for a sec.”

“For what?  So you can explain to me why you’re eating your inventory?”

“Just let me show you something,” Spencer gave a hopeful look.

Spencer led Nathan to the back room and took the mouse out of the box again.

“NO.” Nathan began to leave the room again.

“Hold onnn,” Spencer grabbed his arm.  “Just watch.  You’ll understand when you see it.”

Nathan squinted his eyes as Spencer lifted the mouse to his lips and placed it on his tongue.  His mouth opened up wide and in a second the mouse had been sucked down his esophagus.

“See,” Spencer said, hoping Nathan wouldn’t run away screaming.

“Why do you do it?” Nathan asked in a hushed voice.

“Because it’s amazing,” Spencer didn’t know how he was going to talk his way out of this one. 

“Look,” Spencer lifted up his shirt.  His belly poked out over his jeans.  Nathan didn’t object so Spencer continued explaining.

“There’s a mouse in there, in my belly, struggling to get out.  He wants out so bad but no matter what he’s staying in my gut.  He’s a meal, Nathan.  That’s what they’re bred for.”

Nathan was still silent. 

Spencer placed Nathan’s hand on his belly so that he could feel the animal moving inside.  “Don’t you see how beautiful this is?”

“I don’t know…” Nathan trailed off.  “Isn’t this like, illegal or something?” 

“We eat chicken, don’t we?” Spencer could tell he was getting somewhere.

“But not alive…” Nathan reminded him.

“Well this is more natural this way,” Spencer assured him.   “Do you want to see another?”

“Not really,” Nathan looked at him hard.

“Come on,” Spencer left the room and pulled down his shirt.

Spencer stopped in the middle of the store and turned to Nathan.  “Pick one,” he gestured around the store.

“What? No!” Nathan looked at his disgusted.

“Why not?” Spencer shrugged his shoulders.

“Because it’s, I don’t know, it makes me weird to choose.”

“Fine then, a puppy,” Spencer took half a step.

“No!” Nathan shrieked.

Spencer stopped.  There was no way in hell he could swallow a puppy but he knew it would make Nathan think.

“Then what?” Spencer asked impatiently.

“Just do, just do a,” Nathan looked around the room.  “Just do a guinea pig.”

“A guinea pig?” Spencer looked at Nathan like he were crazy.

“What? Is that too big for you?” Nathan mocked.

“No…It’s not too big for me.” Spencer began to wonder if he had had his own bluff used against him. 

“I’ll eat this one,” Spencer picked up a small tan and white guinea pig from the habitat.

“Okay then, go ahead.” Spencer had just been dared by a guy who found out about his vore secret not 15 minutes before. 

Spencer looked down at the guinea pig who peered from the corner of his eye.  Spencer brought it to the front of his face and Nathan gulped out of nervousness.

Spencer paused and brought the guinea pig away from his face.  “I need your help.”

“Hey this is all you,” Nathan pursed his lips.

“I’ve always wanted to try this but I think I need someone to help me get it down,” Spencer gave a pathetic look.  Nathan looked away. 

“Please?”  Spencer lifted one eyebrow.

“Oh fine,” Nathan gave in.

Spencer smiled.  “Just see if you can push him to the back of my throat.  I need to focus all my energy on swallowing.”

Nathan nodded and took the small, confused guinea pig from him.

Spencer positioned himself on a bench and leaned back, his arms on the rail, his stomach hanging out, the mouse still engulfed inside. 

Spencer began to loosen his jaw and cock his head back and forth in preparation.  He gave a few deep breaths and looked the guinea pig in the eyes.

“Go.” He stuck his tongue out and breathed in.

Nathan placed the guinea pig inside Spencer’s mouth and began to help push it toward the back.

The guinea pig obviously knowing what fate awaited it, began to squeal and Spencer knew he had a limited amount of time.  He began to suck hard and felt it loose grip and begin to slide back down his tongue.  The wet fur tickled his tongue and the roof of his mouth gently pushed the guinea pig’s face into the tip as he opened his throat in one last effort.  Leaving his mouth open so that Nathan could witness the event, Spencer gulped the guinea pig all the way back and felt a hard, painful lump in his throat. 

Continuing to work it down, he eventually regained the ability to speak and cried out to Nathan.

“Rub my belly damn it.” 

Nathan quickly sat down beside Spencer and began to rub his stomach while the small guinea pig wriggled inside.

A pig-like squeal came from within and Spencer tightened his stomach muscles, pushing it to one side.

“Fuck,” he said with content. 

Spencer stood up and stuck out his belly, which gurgled and moved as the guinea pig attempted to escape.

“Do you see now?” Spencer asked, massaging the underside of his stomach.

“Uh…ya.” Nathan said in disbelief. 

Spencer let out a belch and walked over to the guinea pig cage.  They ran immediately into the igloos.  Spencer removed all the plastic pieces and hung his belly over the side of the habitat.

“Do you understand now?” He asked slapping his belly.

“Stop that,” Nathan pulled back on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Oh I’m just teasing,” Spencer chuckled and began do shake his stomach from side to side, wondering if he could swallow anything bigger than a guinea pig.