#simons-song

The Observer grew too hungry feeding the Pred watching them enjoy their meal, which was still squirming and wiggling in their soft stomach. Due to the size of it, the pred was very checked out, only able to lay back and pant while their gut worked to digest its food, letting out gurgles and growls all while the Observer rubbed and massaged into it. The Observer got a tad too into it, leaning their face down, licking, and gently nibbling on the Pred's stomach as the Pred squirmed and gasped with every other firm push into it.

It wasn't long, before through the Pred's blissful haze, they noticed the Observer drooling over their body, and more than that, their stomach growling as if it hasn't been fed for days. The Pred grunted as they tried to shuffle away, but they weren't used to carrying the extra weight in their gut just yet. The feeling of their meal pushing into their hips when they tried to get up practically paralyzed the Pred, it felt wonderful.

The Observer moved quickly, being much more adept at being a predator than the other. Within seconds, the Pred's calves were already in the Observer's gullet, who was swallowing eagerly. They paused once they got to the Pred's hips, their distended belly resting on the other's lips. This only guaranteed that they'd make an even more filling meal... The Observer took their sweet time, especially with the knowledge that their Pred friend was too full to wiggle much. They made damn sure to squeeze and even bite a bit on the Pred's stomach and back, massaging it and sending groans from the Pred's lips.

Their belly was swallowed with a thick glck, making a thick bulge in the Observer's throat, which worked tirelessly to drag the Pred further and further down. Now down to their chest, the Pred tried to push and squirm against the Observer, tried to make themselves as difficult to swallow as possible, but it was no use. Their inevitable destination was already gurgling eagerly, waiting for them below.

With the last few gulps, the Pred slipped into the Observer's stomach. The weight of the Pred and their meal settled, while the Pred could only sigh and lean into the walls of their new resting place. They had no choice but to accept this, all while still dealing with the aftermath of their own, weakly wiggling meal. The Observer meanwhile, is over the moon.