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A creature of local legend. Some say it's a monster, others say it's a kid that grew up in the swamp, isolated from the rest of the world. It's hard to catch glimpses of it... but you actually manage to catch a glimpse of it.

You're not sure what... it... even is. It has a humanoid face, but everything else about it is... off. It has dull scales that blend in with the waters, black, tangled hair, and even sharp claws on each hand.

There's something else, though--its stomach is weirdly... distended. There's a moment where you're briefly horrified beyond belief, because your first assumption is that it must be pregnant, and that there are more monsters out there... but upon closer inspection, cold dread fills you.

Their stomach is gurgling. This creature isn't expecting; it's just eaten recently.

...Very recently, based on the faint outlines of handprints you can see, pushing out against the dome of flesh before disappearing.

The unfortunate occupant within tries their best. The monster's stomach contorts and bulges out in unnatural ways. To you, it looks incredibly painful... but to the monster? It's just another satisfying lunch.

You're crouched in your hiding spot for a good ten, fifteen minutes before you realize something. The monster is looking directly at you.

For a second, you're worried that it's going to lunge for you and hastily stuff you down its throat, but that never happens. Instead, the monster's tail just flicks lazily as it observes you.

There's an inkling of relief that trickles into your mind. You've come to the realization that the monster is far too full to chase after you.

How could it not be? There's a taut dome of flesh, sticking out from their middle, writhing and squirming desperately...

In response, the monster lays a clawed hand on their stomach, rubbing gently. A strong kick pulls a strained gurgle from their middle, but again, the monster doesn't seem to care. In fact... their stomach already looks like it's softening.

A low, deep gurgle bubbles somewhere within their gut. They give you a frightening and almost knowing smile.

It's not going to take their stomach very long to work their feisty prey down. You're witnessing it yourself.

The monster licks their lips, and, without warning, they lunge back into the water, silencing their noisy stomach. You had your doubts about their meal escaping, but now? They're definitely lost to the monster's body...

The companion lets out a sigh and rolla their eyes playfully.

"Please, what?"

Their friend whines.

"Please... need a massage for m' stomach."

The companion smiles, snapping their book shut and standing up. They can't resist their friend, they were always going to oblige... but the companion has to admit--they love hearing their friend plead and beg for them, and for them alone.

"Of course," The companion murmurs. They stand up, walking around to the couch before slowly settling beside their friend. They reach over, resting their hand flat against the dome of their friend's stomach. It's packed firm with just a little bit of give, like putty that's been hardened from sitting out too long.

"Jeez. How much did you eat?" The companion asks, sinking their hand into their friend's stomach. Their friend's eyes shoot wide open as loud gurgles erupt, and they let out a groan at the pressure.

They open their mouth to respond... but instead of words, the only thing they're letting out is a long, rolling belch. The companion can immediately feel the pressure in their friend's stomach lessen, and already, it's softer and has more give.

"God... please- keep going," their friend sighs out, clearly beginning to feel better already.

It only releases a weak cocktail of acid and enzymes, not enough to do the job properly. It lacks assertiveness

So much so that the pred ends up releasing the prey, feeling queasy and discontent from the wasted effort.

Until they find a prey experienced with less than capable stomachs

They lay back, an arm rested over their full stomach, with what felt like dead weight inside. Embarrassed as usual, as their stomach refused to do anything with the prey set inside it.

"You okay in there?" the predator muttered gruffly, pressing a palm against the taut dome of their belly. It groaned softly as the contents were jostled but it was not a sound of digestion.

"Its quite peaceful in here," the prey responded

the pred groaned, shameful

a quiet chuckle in response. "Maybe it just needs some encouragement."

The pred was surprised by a light, careful touch against their inner walls. The prey was attempting to stimulate digestion from inside

Gentle, slow circles pressed into the tense flesh. Their stomach flinched in response, a nervous squeeze rolling through it.

"There we go," the prey murmured, rubbing with an almost clinical expertise

A tremor passed through the predator’s gut, they held their breath as they felt it stirring, waking up. After being locked away for so long

The predator swallowed, feeling something change—a deep, less hesitant churn. They almost laughed in shock. A wet, eager gurgle followed. The acids, seeped in slow dribbles first, soon coated the prey’s skin entirely. Preparing for the next big step.

The pred didnt want to jinx it, but they knew their stomach intended on fully digesting this prey.

The walls of the predator’s belly squeezed tighter as the prey, undeterred by their upcoming proccessing, continued to caress the nervous stomach in a way that was uniquely encouraging.

The predator exhaled, pressing a hand to their now active stomach. It was good to be able to relax, finally. Knowing their stomach would finish the job well

the predator’s sprawled-out form stirs. a slow, satisfied stretch rolling through their limbs, their muscles pleasantly lax from deep, uninterrupted sleep.

And their stomach was different now

Their half awake hands come to rest on a soft belly. fingertips pressing into the slight give of the plump skin. No firm outline, no resistance—just the gentle softness of a stomach which had finally done its job right

Which the pred is delighted to find; theyve never made it this far before with prey. But having the prey broken down and nestled deep in their intestines is something they think they will come to appreciate often.

They exhaled slowly, a deep, comfortable sigh

As the pred shifted in bed, waking up little by little, tjeir gut made a content sloshing noise as the contents were jostled slightly.

The predator smirked lazily, rubbing their belly in slow circles, basking in the cozy aftermath of a meal well processed.

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Bonus if the pred tries to get just one last tiny down and has to really struggle to cram them in there, swallowing repeatedly as they feel an uncomfortable pressure at the top of their stomach. Their fingers worriedly rub their middle, tracing around the squirming lumps tucked beneath their skin and kneading in an attempt to coax their prey further along into their intestines...

All the jostling does is cause them to hiccup, and although it's not a lot... with the pocket of air gone, the stomach is allowed a little more space to relax, only for the pred to gulp one last time and seal their last mouthful in their churning gut.

A pred could also pair this sort of meal with a drink- perhaps a hot tea to try getting their prey to digest faster to create more room. All the prey can do is thrash and wriggle with more vigour at the sound of the pred eagerly and repeatedly gulping above them, a steady stream of hot liquid spilling into the belly and causing those stuck against the bottom of the stomach's lining to frantically try clawing their way up. Maybe the tea doesn't help digestion, but the pred wouldn't know thanks to the fact that how much it makes their prey struggle certainly does.

They can't even fight back properly. Too bogged down by the hot drink causing the already sweltering temperature to rise further as liquid soaks through their clothing, weighing them down. The stomach around them is eagerly churning, one rippling wall firmly settled against them thanks to the pred rubbing them and cooing about how good of a meal they all made...

And of course, if they make it whole and alive into the intestines... the pred walking their fingers along the curve of their lower belly to single out each individual squirming lump. Just to remind them of their place, trapped in gurgling darkness, squeezed by muscles set on pulling them deeper... deeper...

A sudden pressure above them causes a new bout of squirming, though they're all shocked when they feel wriggling from above the fleshy 'ceiling' of the pred's intestines.

The pred's already indulging again. They plan on filling each inch of their gut with squirming tinies, and with the lovely wriggles of their meal settling in with longer gurgles and glorps... well, it just makes them hungry.

someone is just stuffed to the gills and has gotten comfortable, planning to doze the afternoon away, but as tight and heavy as their belly feels, they can’t help but groan a little with satisfaction as their tummy grumbles, doing its best to handle their huge meal. they’re so full and breathless but as each rumble works its way through the heaviness, that tightness in their middle eases a little more and it just feels so good.

"Please," the prey finally rasps out. "Let me out!"

For a while, there's no response. There's nothing but the rumbling of the stomach around them.

Then, there's additional pressure, lightly pressing down and running over them from the outside. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the pred was massaging their own gut.

"Please... let me keep you."

Their voice was breathless and earnest. Being tucked into their stomach, the pred's voice resonated deep within the prey, tickling their chest and belly. The prey is in mortal danger they find themselves flushing at the earnest tone the pred used.

"N- No! I mean- not like this, at least! Please let me out, I- I'm willing to do anything, or- or- or negotiate, or something, I don't know! Fuck, please!"

The pred begins lightly drumming their fingers against their swollen, rounded out stomach. They're wearing a wicked grin while also attempting to pick something out of their teeth.

"Oh... are you trying to negotiate with me?"

"Yes!"

The pred chuckles. Their stomach jiggles a little in response.

"Well... okay. I'll let you out on one condition," the pred purrs. Something in their voice is knowing.

"What's that?! I'll do anything!"

The pred's hand curls, grabbing a fistful of flesh.

"My one condition is that you keep it together."

The prey's face drops.

"Keep it together?! How?"

Silence.

"Are you telling me to be calm? Okay, I- I'm calm! You can let me out now!"

No response.

They're left with a sinking feeling that the pred had left them with that vague condition on purpose. Not only is the condition vague, it's also impossible. They can't just magically withstand digestion forever.

They make one last attempt.

"H- hey, what do y-"

They're cut off by stomach walls crashing down on them without warning, completely smothering them. They can't breathe, and all they can hear is the impossibly loud sound of gurgling-

Finally, they're released. When the pred's stomach relaxes, the prey takes a big gulp of air.

They don't need to ask anymore; they understand.

The pred's presented the prey with an impossible condition: to survive indefinitely within their stomach.

How much longer do they have left? Will the pred change their mind? How long can someone feasibly survive inside of someone else's stomach? What-

You get splashed with coffee now and then

You feel them shift in the seat now and then. Occasionally the world shifts as they get up to do something like print document or use gouilitinne

You think it feels especially tight, because of how their belt digs in to their abdomen

They leave the work room for lunch, and the stomach gets more crowded as they eat and drink. You hear the pred wince afterwards, a bit too full with both you and their lunch in their stomach. In the bathroom they loosen their belt a notch. It improves the situation somewhat

During the afternoon, the food disappears down into the instestines and yiu end up mostly alone again

On the drive home you notice how it feels odd being both in a stomach and in a car

describing the prey as being digested. broken down, made malleable and compact. sinking into the pred’s innards and melting into their cells. absorbed into something greater.

pred feeling the moment when something slips out of place and the prey shifts from ‘solid’ to ‘sludge’