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"Digestion Diaries: Welcome to the Gut's Kingdom of Grime and Digestion!"
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Time to get back to my work outs again. Sorry, man, but it's time to get rid of you, you are struggling so much that you're going to make me lose my focus. Guuuuurgle. Aaaaah, much better.
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Short one
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You’re waiting at the bar for the guy you hit it off with last week, hoping he’ll show up soon. He said he’d be here an hour ago, and you’re worried that creep who won’t leave you alone is going to show up soon
Just as you’re thinking of leaving, you see a familiar face coming in the door, but something looks… different. As he gets closer you see his belly is enormously rounded out, as if he swallowed a basketball whole.
“Hey man, sorry I’m late, I missed my bus.”
After staring at his belly for a moment you look up at his face, “yeah, yeah it’s okay, I’m just glad you made it.”
He turns a little red and rubs his bloated stomach. “I had a big lunch,” he says sheepishly.
You smile and put your hand on his belly, chuckling a little, “it’s okay, must have been some lunch.”
He smiles and gives you a kiss and waves down the bartender who nods and starts pouring his regular.
“You have no idea, I haven’t eaten so much in a while.”
“Looks cute on you,” you say with a wink. “I was worried you wouldn’t get here before that jackass shows up.”
“Oh, he won’t be a problem anymore,” he says back to you with a goofy smile.
You raise your eyebrow, “did you say something to him?”
“Something like that,” he says before giving you another kiss. As he pulls away he lets out a small belch, and you smell a familiar cheap cologne.
Your eyes widen as you connect the dots, “did you…?”
“Can’t have him bugging you, how am I supposed to flirt my way into your pants with him butting in?”
You put both hands on his belly and look back up to his face. “I think you just did”
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"Bfff, damn metabolism change! Before, just by flexing my abs, poof, the guy I had devoured minutes before would disappear as if by magic. And now look at me, having to spend hours in the gym so I don't stay with this belly all day. Maybe I should stop devouring everyone I meet in the locker room? Hahaha, no way, that's what my dietician recommended and now it's just one more in my stomach, like all the other stupid people who have recommended me to change my diet so I don't have a pot belly BuuuuUUUUurp."
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Your predator pats his belly, sighing with what you can only assume is a smug sense of satisfaction. His laugh echoes around you for a moment then fades, replaced by the steady groaning and spluttering of his stomach as it struggles to break down the solid mass sitting heavily inside of it - you.
You’re still struggling, of course, but the sheer overwhelming heat of his insides are sapping your strength. The stomach walls are clinging to your softening form, and you can feel the acids bubbling all around, eager to break you down and churn you up. At this point, defeated by the acid and the sauna-like heat, you can do little more than lie there and listen to the sounds of yourself being digested.
Your devourer, for his part, is thoroughly enjoying himself, reclining on what must be a mountain of pillows. His usually pristine robe is unbuttoned and crumpled, buttons popped and fabric pushed to the side by his swollen gut. He admires his conquest with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into the surface of it. His stomach pulsates gently under the touch, at this point more from the automatic churning of digestion than any movement you’ve made from within.
Logically, he knows he should feel bad for gobbling you up like that with no warning, but he doesn’t. He just feels pleasantly warm, basking in the glow of digestion, and your rapidly liquefying presence in the pit of his stomach feels satisfying and right in a way that mere food never does.
It doesn’t matter, anyway. He’s too full to worry too much about philosophical questions, and you’re already softening up in there quite a bit, so no sense in feeling bad about it now. In fact, he could really use a nap…
In the morning, he’ll have forgotten all about you, of course. He’ll simply be left wondering who or what it was he ate that made him so delightfully round and full… And who he’ll eat next, just to feel it again.
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you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.
You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.
They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.
you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.
You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.
You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.
Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.
Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.
They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.
You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.
You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.
Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.
You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.
You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.
Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.
you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.
You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.
You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it
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"I did my job and got him out of the water, but I'm keeping him where he belongs *thumps belly*"
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