the family pet always had a funny quirk where if she wanted to show her love, she'd come up and lick your feet. it really was harmless at first, funny even how her tongue tickled against your heels. but the licking kept getting stronger, longer over time, and you could see this look in her eyes, this sort of hunger that wasn't there before
for a day or two, you worry because she hasn't been eating; you're trying every trick in the book, exhausted and overwhelmed by what it could be. you plop down on the sofa, preparing to make a call to the vet to set up an appointment, when you feel her licking your feet again. a little bit of comfort in the stress,
at least, until you feel your feet pressed tightly together, turning your head to see her gaping maw ready to swallow you down. drool dripping to the floor, you slide in effortlessly as she swallows down your shins. you try to tell her to stop, to yell for her to put you down, spit you out, but the hungry pet hears nothing except the growling of her gut <3
the pet leans her head back with another gulp, now up to your hips. she knows you too well, knows how you've wanted to be a meal for someone, taking in the world around you one more time as your hips slide in. the ticklish tongue she once lapped at you with is now set on tasting every single inch of you, getting under your clothes and touching every sensitive area you have. she's taunting you, listening to the cute noises you make now, knowing only she will get to hear these once you finally hit her stomach,
finally, you're up to your bust, your arms restrained by her maw as you can feel what's coming next. your family pet turned pred finally takes you down in three more gulps: once up to your head, one as you can barely see the last daylight out of the tip of her throat, and the final once bringing you in as you begin your journey into her system. you finally realize why she'd been fasting for as long as she had, squeezing into her stomach as she begins to slowly digest you, holding you for as long as she pleases
finally, your taste, your life, it's all hers to enjoy as she curls up for a nap, listening for those cute moans and whimpers as you become nothing but sludge for her, a layer of fat, the energy she needs to begin sizing up the next person in your family to prey on
when your sisters see the family pet all curled up with an engorged belly, and your phone sitting on the table? they'll be so happy she finally ate, rubbing her belly as they say how much they love you for doing this for her, listening for your moans every now and then to know exactly when youve broken down, teasing you loudly for taking so long. they'll be so happy knowing you did everything to take care of her, while also knowing that one of them is next if she ever does this again~
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fuck I think my brain reset
gods, something about being food for the family pet of all things really gets me. like, am I really so much of a gutslut that even a pet knows it?!
I'll be the first to admit my brain would go "oh good, she's eating!" waaaaaaay before "oh fuck, she's eating ME?!"
the uh, the whole family coming to tell me how good I am for feeding the pet, my sisters all just chilling as I moan and play with myself as I slowly digest reeeeaaaaally makes my heart beat fast holy hell
I think you know exactly how much I want to be eaten...
