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Arman stared at himself in the mirror, rubbing a hand over his furry gut as he flossed his teeth. He watched idly as it undulated slowly, his meal shifting inside. He knew it wouldn't be too long before digestion began--it was late, and he had swallowed this man hours ago.
The hairy man belched thickly, the flosser in his mouth nearly falling past his lips. He chuckled cruelly as he felt his belly shrink a bit, his strong abs pressing in on his prey more than before. The contours of the man's body now showed through Arman's skin - the vague shape of a head and legs could be made out.
"Ahhh, that's a lot more comfortable." He sighed as he began to flex in front of the mirror, narcissistically impressed with the beauty of his own body. He put his arms behind his head, flexing his triceps and chest. "Mmm, you were a big meal... I can only imagine how much protein you're gonna be for me." He chuckled again as he felt his prey try to squirm a bit, though his abs held tight.
He brought his thick arms down, letting one hand rub through his happy trail, while the other wandered up to his right pec. He poked a finger in his belly button with one hand, and squeezed his pec sensually, moaning deeply in satisfaction. "Yea, I can't wait to see how much you'll add to me all around." Still rubbing his belly, he brought his other arm up and flexed his bicep, smirking, before letting out another belch. Feeling satisfied with what he saw, Arman turned away from the mirror, turning the lights out in the room.
The walk to his bedroom was slow and labored-- as muscular as he was, it's not easy work to carry an extra 180 pounds around your waist. Each step had his belly sloshing back and forth, gurgling, as sounds of digestion began to emit from it. Arman smiled proudly down at his gut, patting it lightly and rubbing over its surface.
When he reached his bedroom, he flopped onto his bed, frame creaking under the huge weight pressing down on it. His belly sloshed, now groaning increasingly loud. He stretched for a moment before slinging one arm over his gut, the other under his head. Arman smacked his lips and smiled. "Well, this is the end of the line for you. By morning...", he traced a line from his belly button up to his chest, "You'll be a part of me." There was just the slightest shift from underneath his skin, telling him that his meal was just barely alive.
Something bubbled up from inside him, and one more small burp slipped past his lips. He didn't have anything left to say, though, so he pulled his sheets up over himself and got comfortable, letting the groaning of his gut and the satisfying feeling of fullness rock him to sleep.
He would sleep well tonight, and wake up with quite a few extra pounds.
