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Relieving the pressure from an overstuffed belly.

When my friend found out he could swallow people whole, he asked if I would be his test subject while he recorded the experience on his phone. We were good friends, so I assumed he would just regurgitate me after half an hour or so, but once the last of me slipped past his lips with a sloppy wet “Slorp!”, and he finished swallowing me with a loud strained gulp “Glllrk!–”, I realized I was nothing but food to him now. I was forced to curl up in the slimy, tight, hot gut as he finished me off. He let out an earth-shattering belch, his stomach tightening around me as lots of air left the rancid sack. I could just barely hear his pleasured, overstuffed groans over his heart pounding fast somewhere above me. His stomach gurgled and glorp around its contents and I tried to struggle, but I could barely move in that tight space. My friend turned predator groaned with some discomfort as his meal refused to settle inside him, causing his belly to shake and move. He let out some uncomfortable hiccups before a final belch forced its way out that robbed me of my last breaths. His gut stopped moving, now full of dead weight to be digested. Hours later, still incredibly bloated, but considerably less so than earlier, my friend let out little burps and shook his tight gut. “G-guess you’re just– urp!– sludge now, huh?”