Law of the Jungle

You can feel every inch of them in your throat and body. Their upper half has reached your stomach. They're frantically pushing against your stomach, trying to shove themselves back out of your body. Their movement is, of course, restricted by their position.

Their feet and toes wriggle helplessly in your maw. You're able to close your mouth over them, sealing their fate. You relish the feeling of them stretching out your throat for just a few moments longer...

And then, you give a powerful swallow, sending the rest if your prey down right where they belong - your stomach.

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...

It's always the pred's favorite part. They can practically hear the gears turning in their prey's head. They can feel the moment they start to shake violently and even cry. The moment where that realization settles in is the best part. That one, special little realization for the prey:

You've been eaten.

That moment of realization always hits differently for each prey. Some start hyperventilating and crying. Others begin to scream. Even more begin to trash around and fight back, which unbeknownst to them, only speeds up the inevitable. It also feels really, really good to the pred, who groans and clenches their fists every time the prey pushes out.

After a while, there's a second realization that settles in for the prey: you're being digested. Some prey have this realization as soon as they have the first one, but others only realize what's going on as soon as they hear deep, wet gurgles begin to emanate around them. It only gets worse as the wrinkly walls around them begin to flutter to life and undulate around the prey, flexing eagerly as stomach acid begins to ooze out around them.

...And then, finally, when the stomach acid has risen enough to tickle the prey's neck, threatening to cut off their oxygen, they have their final realization.