Squirming and writhing in your fleshy prison has turned out to be much more exhausting than you thought. You'd let yourself get eaten on a dare, and you'd found a random pred who gladly accepted the role of the pred that ate you. Now, though, an hour later, you're seriously starting to regret this, and you can hear your friend's voice - muffled, but still audible.
"H- hey, man, it was just a dare. You're gonna let them out, right?"
The stomach walls clench in around you and grind into your skin again, pulling out a pained groan from the overwhelming pressure.
"Seriously... Um, it was just a joke... It- It's not that serious-"
A loud, low groan sounds from their stomach. When you look down, you see a mysterious slurry draining out of their stomach. Your heart sinks immediately, and terror seized you. That was very likely the small amounts of you that've already been digested.
Your struggles against your fleshy prison renew, and you start to shout.
"Okay- okay- seriously, let them out!" Your friend says. Finally, the pred responds, their voice deep and growly.
"You dared them to get eaten. And they did. So now they're just food. Shut up and leave me alone."
Your blood runs cold, and your fight even harder. Of course, this doesn't seem to deter the pred... Instead, they lean back in their seat, relishing in every little movement from you.
In the end, your struggles do little to help you escape. A few hours later, your friend is long gone, mortified by the events they've just witnessed... And you? You're filling out their stomach nicely, having been forced into submission by their powerful gut. At this point, you're too far gone... So now, all the pred has to do is rub their belly, which is still gurgling softly, and enjoy the rest of their meal.