#implied digestion

(ID: CinnamonToastKen)

"So, as many of you know, my buddy Tim decided to become a part of something bigger..." Ken paused. "I'm talking about myself, of course."

"After I posted the clip of me gulping him down on Twitter last week, a lot of you were asking for an update. So..." Ken leaned back in his chair and sighed. "Here he is."

He hooked a finger on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up to expose his hairy belly. He rested a hand on top of the bulge, which jiggled in response.

"He was a good meal," he gave the gut a pat, "And he's all settled into his new home, now." He rubbed the belly affectionately.

"After I ate him on the stream last week, he settled in and accepted his fate pretty quickly. I think he stopped moving about an hour after I ended it. A couple days of working on him, and..."

Ken leaned closer to the camera, shaking his belly. "This is what's left of him."

A superchat popped up on Ken's screen, reading itself aloud.

$5.00 belliluvr: u look good lol! any leftovers from him?

Ken pulled a polite smile. "Thank you. And yea, actually. Did anyone notice what he was wearing when I ate him? Check this out..."

He groaned, pushing himself to his feet. His belly bounced as he disappeared from the frame for a couple seconds. Before too long, he was back, easing himself back into his chair with one hand balled into a fist.

He held something up to the camera -- a silver ring. He spun it, and the camera captured small engravings of waves and flowers. There were also some irregularities in the design, blemishes and grooves marking up the otherwise shiny ring.

"I coughed it up the morning after. It's still pretty nice-looking, but you can see some marks..." He pointed to a larger pit. "From my stomach acids. The human body is a wonder, right?"

He set the ring on the desk next to him. "It's gonna go right in my collection. You guys know about my box." He grinned and leaned back in his chair.

"Anyway...urp" He was interrupted as a little belch surprised him. He shook his belly. "Heh, got somethin' to say, Timmy?" He looked to the camera. "Guess that's his last words to the stream."

Another superchat covered the screen, calling Ken's attention

$30.00 MenDoItRight: Super hot to hear you talk digestion. Any favorite moments from melting this guy down?

Ken chuckled. "Thanks for the donation, and glad to hear you like it."

"I think my favorite part of digesting him was the afternoon of the second day. He was still solid, sort of, so my gut was still huge." He held his hands up, hovering a couple inches from his skin. "I knew he was gone, so I decided to break him down into something a little more manageable."

Ken sat up in his chair. "I just wrapped my arms around my gut, and hugged myself while flexing my abs. Like this." He demonstrated the stance for the audience.

"I pushed, and there was this big crack," He popped his lips, "A bunch of him broke apart. I just had to do a little massaging, and I had a gut I could actually fit under a hoodie.” He chuckled. “From then on, it was just smooth digestion." He sat back again, satisfied with himself.

"I'll miss the guy, and I know you guys will miss his guest appearances on stream. But, hey, he'll stay with us for a while longer right here." He pointed to his belly. "The seat of honor."

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...