At first, it was quiet. The noises in their stomach were minimal. Their stomach didn't seem too terrible, all things considered. Maybe you could hold out and wait for a rescue. Maybe-

Of course, that line of optimistic thinking was shut down almost instantly. Their stomach began to gurgle around you quietly... and then, it came to life. The wrinkly walls around you began to flex and grind into your skin, threatening to suffocate you at some points. You strained to keep them away, to allow yourself some breathing room, but it felt like a losing battle. Your limbs kept slipping from the spot they were at, thanks to the slippery fluids that their stomach walls were secreting.

Speaking of, you began to realize that something was pooling at the bottom of your prison. You couldn't see, but based on the tingling that began to spread over your skin, you could only assume it was stomach acid.

If that were the case, though, this acid was extremely odd. It made your skin tingle, yes... but then, your skin started to go numb. No pain, no irritation; it just made your movements more and more sluggish. As the liquid began to rise, your body felt even more heavy, like it was being weighed down. You tried to renew your struggles, but your body wasn't obeying anymore. Your limbs were too heavy and slow to respond. Everything felt like it was falling asleep. Soon, you felt as if you were trapped within your own body, unable to move. Against your will, your eyelids grew heavy, and within seconds, you were passed out.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed. When you next woke up, though, you were lying on the cold, hard ground, shivering and soaked from head to toe. All you could do was weakly push yourself up and watch as the pred who'd so ravenously devoured you walked away, only with a significant amount of weight added to their frame. Meanwhile, you were significantly lighter.

The realization left you feeling incredibly embarrassed and pissed off, but also grateful. On the one hand, you'd worked hard to achieve such a cute, plump body. You considered yourself to be a work of art, even; your weight was a source of pride for you.

(watch out for size-stealing kisses)

You're roughly the same size when you mutually lean in for a kiss, at first.

Your bellies squish into each other, fighting for space, fat faces compressing, lips and tongue dancing together, the two bodies already beginning to warm up from the skin to skin touch.

It feels so fucking good to finally feel him against you, your bodies embracing by consuming the space between them, his warmth and softness actually vast enough to cover most of the space you take up. Your arms reach as far as they can and grasp the back of his love handles.

He's just as lazy as the body he's earned, but it feels like he's starting to lean into you, his weight feeling a little more smothering than it did a few seconds ago. It drives you wild, & you press back against it with your bulk, trying to take back the non-existent free space.

But he feels like an immovable wall against you, a right earned from his immense body. You thought your own bulk would serve as decent leverage, but you only feel a slight yielding from his soft torso as you press back. It feels like the edges of his belly surround you.

Feeling his weight makes you dig your fingers into the edges of the sides of his love handles - he feels so immense, it's like you're struggling to reach around every inch of him. His warmth feels intoxicating.

You pull away from him, and a set of fat cheeks looks back at you. You swear they're even bigger, but you've never been this close to his face before. His hot breath seems to fog your vision, and his hazy visage just puts into perspective how much he's made of round, soft shapes.

You feel like you're nuzzled into him, which is a difficult feeling to feel when you're as big as you are. You feel like you're looking up at him dotingly, and before you have any other thoughts you smash your lips into his fat pillow of a face, and make a soft landing.

Another long kiss that lasts forever and not long enough, another pull back to admire him, and you notice it. You're looking up at him. You first looked eye to eye, but now his face looks distorted from this new angle, sunken eyes peering down over plump cheeks, his features accentuated in shadow, double chin wider in perspective.

Or maybe his double chin is just wider. His features look stretched from before the first kiss to now, but he just feels....big. Bigger. You feel the way his gut completely surrounds you, like his sides could stretch on forever past your reach.

Even without him pressing into you for a kiss, his tits feel like they could drown you in fat, and the thought briefly scares you. Your hands feel like they're swimming in his love handles, fingers reaching, only pinching the front edge of them now.

He kisses you again.

Another kiss is almost enough to induce a fit of amnesia, to forget those changing details, but not quite. You start to notice it now. You feel him getting even bigger, his face increasingly craning down to reach your lips, his big, warm, pudgy hands feeling larger pressed into your smaller, lither frame, overstuffed digits pressing into yielding flesh.

You try and push back, and his massive body doesn't yield, but he senses your discomfort and backs off anyway. You're craning your neck to see him. He feels so fucking big.

You feel so fucking dwarfed, nestled against him.