Love the lingering threat of this one
Like. You don't WANT to be eaten, and you don't want your stuff eaten, either. But it had your scent on it, and she was hungry, so who are you to stop her?
Gradually, it starts to happen more often. You come home, and find her with a round, gurgling gut. Soon, the amount of things around the house is limited, and she looks at you with hungry eyes, licking her lips.
So, you panic and replace everything.
And it starts happening more often.
Many nights, you just lay awake, watching and listening as her gut breaks down yet another pillow you've bought.
Of course, this can't go on forever. You aren't made of money, after all. Soon, it happens again. Pillows, blankets, even clothes that you've used, that have your scent, disappear.
But this time, you can't replace them. You're out of money and options.
It's a lingering threat that neither of if you really... Talk about. You're not sure when it'll happen, but you're on edge - it's only a matter of time before she decides to take on a more lively meal.
You could leave. Save yourself from that kind of fate. But there's just one problem - you love her too much to leave. Even through your fear, you still find yourself admiring her form, watching as she does stuff, wanting to be close to her.
Of course, that fateful day does eventually arrive - albeit in different circumstances than you'd hoped. While snoozing peacefully, you're grabbed, and, unceremoniously, shoved into dark warmth. You're already halfway down her gullet when you finally wake up and realize your predicament. You struggle and squirm, but of course, at this point, it's useless.
A few final swallows seal you in completely. From above, you hear her let out a satisfied sigh. Then, you feel something from the outside, rubbing you, caressing you. Her breathing is heavy, and then, finally, you hear her. Her voice is heavily muffled... But the basic gist is that you're much bigger than she thought you'd be.
Now, curled up in her tight gut, there's little you can do, aside from listening to the internal chorus of her body as it gets to work on you, flesh grinding into your skin and absolutely smothering you in digestive juices. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt... But it definitely still isn't comfortable, being cramped up so tightly like this. You can hardly move - so, all you can do is sit there, resigned to your fate, while her body processes you slowly.
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