She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. Even now, she can still taste her meal on her tongue--floral, sweet, succulent, and rich.
Her stomach writhes and squirms, but the occupant within can't escape. Once someone is sent sliding down the pred's throat, they don't come back. It's a one-way trip for them, much to their dismay. In fact, there's no comfort to be found in her stomach. It's constantly churning and grinding into them, working acid into their skin and making it hard to get any sort of footing.
Even so, her oversized stomach continues to shift and bulge. Every now and then, the prey comes kind of close to being able to form a visible outline in her stomach, but before they can, they slip, or her stomach contracts, jostling them out of place.
The noises coming from the pred's stomach only serve to frighten them even more. Her stomach is churning, gurgling, groaning in pleasure all around the prey. They haven't heard the pred make any sounds of pleasure, but honestly, they don't need to. It's quite obvious that they're already enjoying themselves, especially with how she delicately strokes and massages her stomach.
From outside, the pred can hear frantic pleas from the prey. They're muffled of course, but they're still there, begging. The pred can't make out what they're saying, but it's not rocket science; they're begging for release.
The only response the prey gets, though, is a series of low, drawn-out gurgles. The pred has only one thing on her mind: the prey becoming part of her body. The prey doesn't want that, of course... but that's never stopped the pred before. They enjoy watching and feeling the slow progression of digestion.
In the end, any prey that ends up in her stomach always ends up fighting a losing battle, writhing and squirming against flesh that dozens of prey have melted into before... and to the pred? There's nothing in the world that could be more satisfying than dominating each and every morsel that they devour.
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