A Shadowy Figure · 1y
I...mmm... really wouldn't mind being digested by you. Possessively, maybe even in an almost borderline or outright cruel manner. Nothing but twitching meat in that beautiful cauldron of a gut; tightly packed in, fetal position and all, with the only protruding bulges being where my head and knees are. An outline of my body could be seen though... every time you exhale or belch, having me caught between being turned on and terrified... meat for a better pred. ~
Oh my, you sound like you'd make a satisfying meal. Squeezed so tight in my slimy stomach, all that acrid air around you reminding you that you've been reduced to just food for me. Feeling each time I rub my belly almost lovingly, and knowing that it's mostly just loving the feeling of being full while things churn around you. Acids seeping through, coating your skin, tingling and preparing to melt you down so you can slip through my guts and be absorbed as more fuel for me. Always knowing that in the end, everything you are or were is now just calories for me to process.
