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Nick smiled at him from across the room as he loosened his tie, "make yourself comfortable."

"I- I uh... I don't really do this often," Jake stammered out.

Nick walked across the room and rubbed the top of his hand, "there's no pressure. We don't even have to do anything if you don't want to."

"No, no I want to, I'm just.." Jake started.

Nick reached up and leaned Jake down by the back of the head into a kiss. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, shocked and amazed at the same time.

'Oh god, oh fuck, he kissed me,' he panicked to himself, 'he actually kissed me oh fuck, he's so hot and he kissed me.'

He felt his shirt being untucked on his right side followed by the warm presence of Nick's palm on his bare skin. Nick pulled away for a second and put their foreheads together, "It can't be comfortable for you to lean that far, why don't we move over here?"

Nick led him to the couch and climbed onto his lap. At 6'5, Jake still leaned his neck to kiss him. He felt his shirt get pulled up further as warm, soft hands rubbed his sides.

'He's so hot and he likes me, oh shit what do I do? How do I touch him back? Does he want me to? Oh fuck'

Jake slid his hand under the back of Nick's shirt and traced the back of his spine all the way to his neck. He felt Nick's bulge thrust against his chest for a moment before Nick pulled away from the kiss and took off his shirt. He came back into the kiss hard, pulling at Jake's hair and pushing him against the couch.

Jake responded by grabbing his ass hard, which got a soft moan out of Nick. He pulled at Nick's hair started to take the lead as Nick let out soft moans and leaned into his touch. Jake turned them around, pressing Nick into the cushions of the couch as he kissed him hard.

His mind raced, 'he likes this, he likes me, fuck he's even hotter when he moans,' as he kissed Nick harder. He ran a hand down from Nick's pillowy pecs down to his soft belly and gave a rough grab. Nick put his arms around Jake's head and started to open his mouth wider, taking in Jake's lower jaw.

Jake moved his hands to Nick's pecs and gave a squeeze as Nick flexed them and continued to open his mouth wider, drawing Jake's entire face inside. Jake moaned as the opening to Nick's throat grazed his cheeks, "oh fuck..."

Nick moved Jake's hand to his thick arm and let him feel him flex as he took the first swallow that pulled Jake in to his neck. He placed his other hand between Jake's thighs and rubbed tent between them before giving another swallow.

'Oh fuck yes, he's gonna do it,' Jake thought, his heart pounding. Nick gave another swallow that pulled his shoulders in and Jake wiggled forward, moving himself in faster.

Nick gave a slight gag as Jake forced his way in faster than Nick had intended followed by another gulp. Jake kept pushing, eager to slide all the way down, and felt Nick's body constrict around him violently.

Nick's stomach churned at the force Jake was pushing forward with. Another gulp and Jake's chest was inching down his throat - until he gave another push down. Nick's body responded immediately and he nearly threw his date up, but Jake's next well-timed push forced him to swallow, and in a single gulp his knees were at the top of Nick's throat.

A few pained, fast swallows followed and Nick felt Jake settle fully into his stomach. He moaned, not at the man nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than him crammed in his belly, but at the irritation in his throat from his overeager guest.

Jake squirmed as the warm stomach walls squeezed him tightly. "Oh fuck, it's even better than I thought it would be..." he said to himself.

"Dude.." Nick said, stifling a belch, "that's not safe."

Jake didn't hear him over the low groans of his angry stomach. He reached into his pants and rubbed his cock as his host's stomach let out low, aggressive sounds.

Outside, Nick was pulling his pants down. Guys this size stretched his stomach until it hurt in just the right way. Every time Jake shifted he felt the area grow almost too tight to stand before easing up again. When he heard Jake moaning inside of him, he couldn't contain himself and started to grind on his massive belly.

'Oh fuck I'm actually inside of him,' Jake thought to himself as he rubbed away, 'he's so hot and he ate me.'

Neither of them lasted long, both blowing their loads at nearly the same time. Nick let out a deep sigh, savoring the feeling of his overstuffed belly. He gave a small burp and started to push, but felt nothing coming. Jake shifted inside, letting out a small sigh.

Nick gave a harder push this time, one that would usually send a guy flying, but nothing. His throat prickled at the struggle from earlier and he gave another push, this time leaning down against the floor to try and push Jake out, but nothing. Jake stirred again, "everything okay?"

He gave another hard push, but nothing. "I uh... I can't get you up."

Jake got still. "What do you mean?"

Nick felt himself start to sweat, "Uh... I uh... I think you forcing your way down did something. My throat hurts and I can't... I can't force you out."

Jake started to shift more, his thrashing giving Nick an exhilarating mix of pleasure and pain. "What are you saying? I can't stay in here."

Nick gave a few more heavy heaves, but nothing. His belly gave a few gurgling sounds, which only made Jake thrash wildly. "I - OOF - I'm trying, but nothing is - oh fuck, you're kicking hard - I can't get anything up."

Jake started to punch and kick Nick from the inside like he was fighting his way out. The feeling woke something in Nick again as he felt his cock press against the shaking outside of his gut. "Dude, I'm sorry b - fuck - but I can't... I can't do anything. I'm trying but you just won't come up."

"LET ME OUT," Jake screamed. Nick's belly gave a few low groans and tightened around his thrashing meal, "YOU CAN'T EAT ME."

Nick let out a small burp, "I can't stop it. My stomach doesn't know the difference, it just - UURP - it just..." he trailed off. Nick was thrusting against his belly again, the painful stretching pushing against his stomach completely overwhelming him.

After an hour, the struggling had stopped and Nick's stomach was making louder and louder sounds. He came twice since realizing he couldn't spit Jake back up, and was on the edge again at the feeling of his stomach softening and churning what was inside. When he came again, he laid on his belly and listened to the sounds of his former date churning inside of him.

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He woke in the morning to find his stomach had shrunk significantly, and when he stood he felt the weight of his meal shifting in his intestines. He let out a wet burp and lifted himself off the ground, his belly hanging low. The warm water of the shower woke him up as he lowered himself to the floor. He gave his stomach a rub as he wrapped his arms around it, "somehow you look even sexier like this."

I smile devilishly at you, and lick my lips, opening my mouth wide as I bend forwards and press my hungry, salivating mouth firmy against your forehead. Slowly, steadily, my jaws begin to widen, my lips sliding further and further apart across your face and head

"Mhhhhhhh...... Uhhhhhhhmmmmmm....."

I moan happily as your sweet flavor fills my mouth, while my wriggling tongue slips and slides over every inch of your face, eagerly lapping up the succulent flavor. My drooling lips slide hungrily down over your chin and the back of your neck, sealing your entire head within the hot, wet confines of my cavernous, slurping maw. As the top of your head begins to press against the back of my throat, hot streams of saliva dribble down from my maw down onto your body while my luscious lips work their way over your neck and shoulders.

My tight throat eagerly gulps and sucks, slurping your head deep into it's slick, greedy, pulsating confines. I place my hand against my throat, feeling the imprint of your face tightly pressed against the thin, muscular skin. The rings of tough cartilage lining my throat squeeze and constrict, tightening around your head, slowly working you deeper into the tight, slimy tube as your chest fills my mouth, and begins to follow your head down into the depths of my gullet.

My throat pulsates and contracts around you, squeezing your wriggling body as your face smooshes up against a tight, muscular ring of flesh nestled at the bottom of my throat. The greedy sphincter slowly gapes open, greedily sucking and slurping at your head, eager to gulp you down into the depths of my hot, humid gut. As you slide closer to your inevitable fate in my swampy stomach, my lips slither over your hips, and wrap happily around your kicking, struggling thighs.

My plump potbelly begins to swell and distend, the soft, pudgy skin bulging and stretching outwards inch by inch as your struggling body is crammed into my damp, smelly gut. I groan with satisfaction, and slap my quaking, shifting belly, feeling you push and shift wildly within my depths as I slowly slurp your supple legs up like luscious noodles

I playfully lick your feet, running my tongue over your wiggling toes as your the bulge of your knees slowly slide down the length of my throat. Finally, after deciding that I've toyed with you enough, I decide to finish it. I close my mouth tightly over your feet, sealing the entirety of your body within mine, before giving one, final, triumphant gulp, sending the rest of my wriggling meal sliding down into my hungry gut

"UUURRRRRRPP!!!!"

I laugh, and let out a thunderous belch, slapping my bulging abdomen playfully

"Enjoying your accommodations, meat? Better get used to that gut, because the rest of your short-- URRP! ah, pathetic life will be spent in that gut!"

I let out a heavy sigh, and burp once more, happily rubbing my grumbling gut as I make my way to the bed, and flop down, feeling your weight shift and move within me.

"All your life up until this point you probably thought you were a person who mattered and deserved to live a normal life. But that's not the case. Let's be real here. Your worthless little body is meant to feed hungrier beings like me, and deep down, you know it."

Within the cramped confines of your hot, squishy prison, the muscular walls hug you tightly, gently squeezing your trembling form. The gurgling, pulsating folds of slimy, meaty flesh envelop you completely, nearly smothering you with their hot, powerful embrace.

"You probably don't want to be digested. But my gut says otherwise, and deep down, so does your body. You're nothing but food gutslut. Your body knows that you're food, your instincts know that you're food, my belly knows that you're food, hell, even your DNA knows you're only food...."

I giggle, and clench my abdominal muscles, squeezing your helpless body as I caress and stroke my distended gut, gently rubbing the swollen outline of your figure. The powerful, muscular walls press into you with terrifying strength, squeezing the breath from your lungs and the air from my gut, forcing a hot, gassy bubble of wind to race up my throat and erupt noisily from my lips

"BRRRAAAPPP!!! Ahhhhhh! You really hit the spot, my dear little treat, it feels so good!"

The dripping, juicy walls of my belly continue to rub and squeeze you, smearing warm, thick, gooey mucus over your breathless, gasping body. The powerful undulations don't let up, and I feel your weary figure collapse helplessly within me, giggling wickedly as you go limp inside of my gut, falling still and silent as the walls continue to marinate your tender flesh with the thick slime.

"URP! BRRRUUUP! Ahhh!"

I noisily belch once more as my warm gut shifts and pulses around your weak, vulnerable body. A happy grunt and another noisy burp escapes my lips as you gently twitch and spasm inside of me, shifting around about within the hot, steaming pit of my stomach.The slime and mucus coating the thick walls of my gut and your helpless body is whisked and worked into a frothing, bubbly mess of foamy, sticky slime by the flexing, pulsating walls, noisily churning and groaning as they work away, preparing to melt my meal down to mush.

I sigh happily as my burbling gut softly quivers and shivers, the warm, thick layers of flabby, doughy flesh weighing down on your helplessly wriggling form as the heat in the humid chamber begins to grow to sweltering levels

"Having fun in there yet, my snack? Have you started to enjoy the way my gut is tenderizing your soft, sweet meat?"

My belly lets out an eager rumble, the pulsating, slick walls trembling excitedly as they press into you, massaging your soft flesh with their strong, hungry flexes and squeezes. Another ravenous growl rumbles up from the depths of my impatient, hungry gut, ominously growing deeper and louder with each passing second.

"Do you hear that, meat? My stomach is impatient! It's getting tired of just holding your weak, helpless body prisoner; it's hungry, and it's tired of waiting to feed..."

My gut groans impatiently as the walls flex and squeeze you roughly in anticipation. The temperature of my stomach is now truly uncomfortable, the meaty walls hot enough to cause discomfort with a slight touch to your tender flesh. The powerful, merciless walls of your fleshy prison continue to violently squeeze and thrash your weary, battered form, leaving aching bruises and bumps all over your helpless, weak form. I continue to squeeze and clench around your sweaty body as the frothy mucus grows hotter and thicker, filling my stomach with the stench of bile

My belly lets out a triumphant groan as the walls press inwards, smearing the thick, bubbling froth into your tender flesh. The stench of bubbling acid fills the tight, hot space, overwhelming the senses with it's putrid aroma as your flesh begins to sizzle and bubble, slowly melting away as the churning juices grow stronger and pool up around you, filling the chamber slowly

I smirk cruelly, overwhelmingly pleased with the knowledge that I had complete and total domination over you. Your're helpless, unable to even struggle as you're melted into slush, completely at the mercy of my cruel, uncaring gut, and we both know it.

"BWOOAARRPP!!!!!"

I feel your body go lifeless and limp within me, tensing up and growing firm as the powerful sheets of muscle squeeze you tighter than ever before, pressing your body into a helpless ball before your soft, mushy, acid soaked form bursts like a hot, meaty water balloon, drenching the walls of my stomach with the liquified remains of your pulpy, crushed up corpse. I burp noisily once more, this one much wetter and meatier, sending a soggy, half digested pair of panties shooting out from between my contented lips, hitting the wall with a wet "splat!" as I let out a happy sigh, and lie down on my back, letting the sloshy bulge of chunky meat sag down between my legs. A hungry gurgle echoes up from my happy gut as the pulpy chunks within begin to be broken down and dissolved by acid, the sloppy mess churning and frothing noisily

I place my hand against my bloated, gurgling stomach, and give it an experimental shake, giggling wickedly as I feel your soupy remains slosh and splash beneath my touch, shaking and wobbling my swollen gut like a water balloon. A low, noisy gurgle rises up from the sloshy mess, and the churning human stew begins to bubble and gurgle as it drains down into my dank, groaning bowels, preparing to be absorbed and converted into yet another layer of jiggling pudge for my tubby gut.

I sat there on the open toilet in the squad latrine, pants around my ankles, gut finally empty after my first real field mission. I have swallowed and dumped plenty of guys back at base, no big deal, but combat vore hits different. Five enemy soldiers, all mine, gulped down one after another while the squad pushed forward. Felt them kicking and bulging my belly the whole way back.

Now the whole team is lined up shitting right beside me, the air thick with wet farts and the slow, loud cracking of logs stretching asses wide open. I could hear the other guys grunting, thick heavy coils dropping, skulls popping through holes just like mine. It made me relax enough to finally push. My five-man payload came out slow and heavy, long logs packed with bone and hair sliding through, their skulls stretching my hole real good one by one until the last one finally dropped with a wet thud. Left a massive steaming pile between my boots while the rest of the squad kept dumping theirs.

The kitchen smelled like garlic, fresh herbs, and sizzling butter. Greg stood barefoot at the stove, completely naked except for the dish towel slung over his broad shoulder. His muscular back flexed as he stirred the pan. He’d just finished an intense evening workout and was absolutely starving.

What he didn’t expect was to catch his roommate Richard bent over in front of the open fridge, stealing the last of Greg’s prepped high-protein meals.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Greg growled, voice low and dangerous.

Richard froze, a container of grilled chicken in his hand. “Dude, it’s just one meal, I’ll pay you ba—”

He never finished the sentence.

Greg moved like lightning. He grabbed Richard by the back of the neck and slammed him face-first against the cold granite countertop. Before Richard could even scream, Greg yanked his shorts down and pressed his thick, round ass directly against the smaller man’s face.

His desperate plea was cut off as Greg flexed hard. His slick, hungry hole stretched open with a wet, obscene SCHLORP and swallowed Richard’s head in a single powerful motion. The heat inside was brutal, the pressure crushing.

Richard thrashed wildly, arms flailing, trying to push away from the counter, but Greg was far too strong. He reached back with both hands, spreading his cheeks wider as he pushed backward, forcing Richard’s shoulders inside with a sickening squelch.

“Shouldn’t have touched my food, thief,” Greg grunted, voice thick with dark pleasure. He rocked his hips, working more of the struggling man into his ass. “Now you’re gonna become part of mine.”

Richard’s muffled screams vibrated deep inside Greg’s guts as his chest and arms were sucked in. The muscular stud kept one hand planted on the counter for balance while the other reached back to shove Richard’s hips past his greedy ring. GLRRRP.

“Oh fuck… you’re really fighting in there,” Greg moaned, a twisted smile on his face. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Richard’s kicking legs disappear between his powerful cheeks. With one final, deliberate thrust backward, the last of Richard’s calves and feet were slurped inside with a long, wet shllluuuuurp.

Greg let out a deep, satisfied groan as his belly swelled outward heavily, the clear outline of his squirming, unwilling roommate pressing against his abs. He rubbed the massive, writhing gut slowly while still standing at the stove.

“Keep struggling,” he muttered, giving his bloated stomach a firm slap. “Makes the digestion better.”

He casually turned back to the stove, still completely naked, and continued cooking his dinner like nothing had happened. Every time Richard kicked or pushed outward, Greg’s heavy gut wobbled and gurgled loudly. The acids were already rising fast.

By the time Greg plated his food and sat down at the kitchen island, Richard’s movements were growing weaker, slower, more desperate. Greg took a big bite of chicken, then patted his churning belly with a smirk.

“Congrats, roomie. You finally contributed something useful to this house.”

The subway train rattled steadily through the dark tunnels, its fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the nearly empty car. The late hour meant few passengers remained, leaving plenty of space for the striking figure seated a few rows away. You tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He was shirtless, leaning back casually in the orange plastic seat with his muscular body on full display. A gray cap sat backward on his head, white earbuds in his ears, and intricate tattoos decorated his thick arms and broad shoulders. His hairy chest rose and fell with relaxed breaths, defined abs flexing subtly with each sway of the train. He looked powerful, confident, and completely at ease.

He caught you looking. His sharp eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. Before you could glance away, he pulled out one earbud and spoke in a low, casual voice.

“See something you like?”

You didn’t have time to answer. In a swift motion, he reached across the aisle, his strong hand grabbing the front of your shirt. With surprising ease, he yanked you forward, pulling you straight into his lap. His grip was firm and unyielding.

“Too bad for you,” he murmured, voice calm and cocky. “Staring that long means you’re mine now.”

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shoved your head between his hot, slick lips. The inside of his mouth was incredibly warm and wet. His tongue pressed firmly against your face as he took his first powerful swallow.

GLURK.

The strong muscles of his throat rippled around your head, pulling you in with surprising force. The heat was immediate and overwhelming — a tight, pulsing tunnel of slick flesh that squeezed from all sides. You felt the firm pressure of his collarbones stretching around your shoulders as another deep gulp dragged you deeper. His heartbeat thumped loudly nearby, steady and powerful, while the rippling contractions of his esophagus worked you down relentlessly.

GLURK… GLURK…

Your shoulders and chest slid inside. The heat intensified, wrapping around your upper body like a living sauna. The walls were soft yet incredibly strong, massaging and squeezing you downward in rhythmic waves. You could feel every detail — the slick saliva coating your skin, the powerful muscles flexing and relaxing in sequence, and the way his broad chest expanded to accommodate you. His strong hands gripped your waist, steadily feeding more of your body past his lips. Each swallow sent fresh waves of pressure down around you, pinning your arms to your sides.

The descent felt endless. The tight, wet tunnel pulsed and rippled, pulling you steadily toward his stomach. The sounds were loud and intimate — the wet glucks of his throat, the rush of air, and the constant, heavy thud of his heart. The heat grew thicker, more humid, as you slipped further in. His powerful body claimed you with casual dominance, treating you like nothing more than a satisfying meal.

With a final, deep GLURK, your legs slid down his throat. You dropped into his stomach with a splash.

The chamber was incredibly tight. The fleshy walls immediately closed in around you, slick and churning, pressing firmly against your curled-up body from every direction. It was intensely hot — like being wrapped in a heated, living blanket that never stopped moving. The stomach walls rippled and squeezed in slow, rhythmic waves, massaging your form as digestive juices began to pool around you. The air was thick, heavy, and humid, carrying a strong, musky scent.

You could feel everything. Every sway and jolt of the subway train translated directly into motion inside him. When the train rounded a curve, you were shifted and rolled gently within the tight space. His powerful abs flexed occasionally, compressing the chamber even tighter around you. The walls kneaded and squeezed with surprising strength, coating you thoroughly as the stomach worked to process its large meal.

Outside, the shirtless pred leaned back comfortably in his seat, one hand resting possessively on his massively distended belly. The clear bulge of your body was visible beneath his stretched skin. He rubbed slow, lazy circles over the rounded gut, feeling every shift you made inside.

“Damn… you settled in nice,” he muttered quietly, voice satisfied. He gave his heavy stomach a firm pat, causing the walls around you to clench tighter for a moment. The pressure increased, squeezing you deeper into the churning folds.

“BUUUUURRRRP!”

A deep, rumbling belch rolled out of him, vibrating through the stomach walls. The chamber clenched hard around you for a moment as air escaped.

The train continued its journey, stopping at stations and picking up the occasional passenger. Most people glanced at the muscular man with the enormous, rounded belly but quickly looked away. He simply smirked, adjusted his cap, and kept one earbud in, acting like carrying a full belly on the subway was completely normal. His hand never left his gut for long, stroking and rubbing over your form in slow, almost affectionate motions.

Inside, the sensations grew more intense over time. The heat never let up. The slick walls constantly rippled and contracted, massaging every inch of your body. Digestive fluids pooled higher, tingling against your skin as they worked. Every breath he took caused the chamber to expand and contract slightly around you. When he shifted in his seat, you were pressed and turned within the tight space. The constant, wet gurgling sounds surrounded you — the active churn of his powerful stomach breaking down its meal.

The motion of the train added to it all. Each acceleration pushed you back against the rear wall of his stomach. Every stop and start jostled you gently, the fleshy chamber sloshing around you. His abs would occasionally flex, squeezing you firmly as he relaxed, reminding you just how completely you were trapped inside this dominant stranger’s body.

Station after station passed. His stomach grew gradually softer and rounder as it worked harder on you. The outlines of your form slowly smoothed out beneath his skin. He stayed relaxed the entire ride, occasionally glancing down at his full belly with a content expression, his hand continuing its slow, possessive rubbing.

By the time the train approached his destination, you were thoroughly claimed. The tight, churning heat enveloped you completely, the rhythmic motions of his body and the subway blending together into one overwhelming experience. He stood up carefully, his heavy, rounded gut swaying with the movement. One hand stayed on his belly as he stepped off the train, carrying you with him into the night like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Brendan heard his belly slosh as he walked into his bedroom— plopping down on his bed after a hard day’s work of grinding up another man. He took his shirt off, playing with his gut as it bubbled with whatever was left from his lunch. He sent his night streaks to all of his friends on Snapchat— showing off his pudgy pot belly sagging from his midsection. He shared the photo, and got undressed for his nightly bath…

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Earlier today, you left your journal at a coffee shop. He found it, and the smell of it is making him rather hungry. He’s taking it as a sign. It’s your fault, really. You left your address on the cover. He'll find you. And when he does, you'll fill out his gut quite nicely, he thinks.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

I never directly told him I had fantasies about being swallowed whole, but my favourite friend with benefits accidentally satisfied those cravings when he noticed how I reacted to him licking my face. It became a big part of our foreplay, having my face thoroughly explored by his tongue while I was pinned helplessly beneath his fat, heavy body. It grew more passionate each time, his lips wrapped around more and more of my face almost like he was learning to stretch them wider on purpose.

The day he managed to get his jaws around my whole head was a pleasant shock to us both. When he eventually pulled away and we locked eyes, I could tell from the grin on his face that he’d known my secret all along. He’d been taking the time to practice this, and from that point onwards my whole head was trapped and tasted within his drooling maw during each of our encounters. My shoulders were the last barrier to overcome, and when he was finally able to slip those past his lips, there’s was nothing stopping him from devouring me.

It took less than a minute to swallow me entirely, like my friend desperately wanted to claim the meal he’d been chasing for so long. But it felt much longer to me when I was focusing on the sensations of each part of my body being dragged inside of his own. His wet tongue sliding beneath my pits as he took in the flavour from my hairy chest. His saliva trickling down my hips before he sucked them deeper. His throat muscles massaging my throbbing cock as he gulped down my legs. And last but not least, the ticklish feeling of his hands pushing against the soles of my feet to finish me off.

They're sitting back, huffing and groaning because of the tension in their middle. It doesn't help that their prey is putting up quite a fight, too. They're jostling the pred's stomach, stretching it out even further. The tension and strain on their insides right now has the pred whining softly.

Over time, though, the prey slowly starts to lose their battle.

Constantly trying to push against a virtually impenetrable wall of flesh is a quick way to tire someone out. The pred's stomach finally settles down, turning into a soft dome of flesh. With the prey tired out and no longer fighting back, the pred's stomach is able to slowly constrict around their meal.

There's weak wiggling after the pred's stomach has tightened, but by that point, any further struggle is useless. Sometimes, there's even muffled sobbing or screaming by this stage... but nothing the prey does by this point matters.

The final nail in the coffin is the moment the pred's stomach lets out an almost exaggerated grumbling sound, followed by a weak, pained moan. Slowly, the sounds begin to ramp up in intensity. Wet gurgles and churns wrack the pred's belly.

There's no helping the prey by this point. The pred's stomach has laid claim to them. Once the pred's stomach begins churning so fast, it's already too late for the prey...