all that slime and...grossness
and the sounds.................................
those pained gags, the spilling of food/prey across the floor
oh man, when prey is vomited up, and they come out in a wave of vomit, splatting against the floor, bouncing slightly and dragging a trail from their slick viscosity...
grunting each time they hit the ground, before choking and coughing out thick amounts of slime that swallowed/got in their mouth...
trembling, trying to stand up, stumbling, so weak from being disoriented in the pred's stomach
looking at their hands, dripping with slime and acid, a foul stench in the air
and then looking back at the predator, knowing they had been swallowed whole; eaten, and had been sitting inside that person's stomach
and that sheer disgust but relief but then horror that they were almost a meal...digested alive
and then the predator leaps after them again, spending no time in swallowing them down once more with a slimy sucking noise
imagine randall tossing his head back, taking several gulps to fully suck a screaming, writhing, fighting hershel down his throat, slimy glurps filling the air
and the entire way down Randall's throat, Hershel is screaming as loud as his voice can go, rather muffled through the flesh in Randall's esophagus
sometimes covered up by Randall swallowing around the boy, moaning loudly as he feels Hershel writhing just above his stomach, hand slipping into his pants as he rubs himself
and he can feel Hershel slowly sliding through his sphincter, before squeezing into the tightness that was his stomach, making a slight bulge from outside
and he can hear him sloshing and sliding around in the slowly filling room, and can hear his muffled screams and cries to be vomited up, and he just puts one hand on his stomach, groaning loudly as he rubs the boy against his stomach lining, pumping himself faster and faster
imagine Randall burping, tighting the space around Hershel, feeling his tiny hands and little breath on his stomach lining
