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*Glooooorrrrrnnnn…*
“Mmmmm…” hummed the wolf, followed by a wet lick to the boy’s ear. “Sounds like it wants you in there, love~.”
Jake blushed from Arla’s teasing, completely restrained by wolf legs, and pulled against her fluffy chest as he laid atop it. His hands stroked and pushed against her abdomen, squishing it and earning growls of pleasure from his friend.
The stomach continued groaning, the gastric sounds familiar to both individuals and always bringing consistent emotions out of each.
Arla was hungry, filled with predatory desires to assert her dominance and fill her belly. Meanwhile, Jake was a blushy mess as he always was when a teasing predator made it all too clear where he was going to end up.
“Little boy, I do so love it when you’re like this~,” whispered the wolf, so close to his ear the exhaling of the words tickled him. Another lick to the ear, just to give the biggest auditory sense of the slathering, wet appendage she had used so many times on him.
“Shut up…~” Jake hid his face in her fluffy silver and gold fur.
“Why~? Because you don’t want to be eaten~? To be swallowed down to my wonderful, warm belly~?” Arla grinned, adding a lick of her chops.
Jake looked up sheepishly, finally giving her a view of his smiling face. It looked red as a cherry. “Because it feels like I’m going to catch on fire~.”
The reply was enough to make Arla laugh. She tightened her hug and leaned her head close. “Such an amazing and sweet little human!”
The moment having been cherished, Jake tucked his own head beneath her, within the fluffy folds of her neck.
Tenderly, Arla added the cherry atop the whipped cream wholesomeness by rocking her body side to side. From her throat, the swooning song akin to a lullaby casting itself gently to the winds. “Little Jakey, in my grasp~! So tasty, how I wish it would last~!”
Giggling, Jake held her face by the cheeks with his eyes and looked at her. “Precious Arla, predator of mine~.”
If that thick coat of fur didn’t hide it, a flush on par with Jake’s would’ve shown up for the world to see. She rewarded Jake with a playful lick to his face. It was followed with yet another groan from beneath Jake. “My belly wants to sing too~.”
They both giggled at that.
“Want to give it a closer listen~?” Intentions obvious, the wolf opened her mouth a little, inching her face closer.
Jake avoided it, going for the neck and hugging it forcefully enough that Arla made a tiny grunt at the impact. Vibrations could be felt across his arms as his predator growled happily, further making his hair wetter with some hearty licks.
“I never want to let you go…” breathed Arla into the ear, using a paw to bury Jake’s face in her neck fluff. “I want to keep you filling my gut, surrounded by loving, smothering flesh, and never let you out~.”
Listening to those words, Jake felt his face grow warm, and it intensified as Arla sighed a warm breath of air to his ear. Lifting his head, he kissed her cheek before leaning his temple against it. “You’d make many friends jealous if you did that~.”
“I don’t care, I know what I want~.” Arla pulled back her head so she and Jake were eye to eye. That smile spoke of such a huge amount of anticipation and ravenous hunger. The way her eyelids were half-closed and angled stood out so much to Jake as it was so clear that she had told the absolute truth in that she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him.
A rumble so loud sounded Jake thought it was a creature at first, but the vibrations coursing through his lower legs told him that his predator’s belly wanted him just as much.
Mouth agape, Arla drew her head forward, having that pulsating gullet take up more and more of Jake’s vision. Smoothly, the tongue cupped her prey’s chin as a lover’s hand might do before a kiss. By then, only Jake’s peripheral vision wasn’t a fleshy red, but that soon changed. Everywhere, his face made contact with a smooth surface slick with spittle, with every exhale of the wolf warming his face. While Jake may have been still, Arla wasn’t, for her tongue was at work tasting everything spot it could reach, her arms locked him in place, and her body rocked side to side slowly. Still, she didn’t swallow yet, despite Jake’s head an oral clench away from becoming trapped in wolf throat. Arla savored him.
Eventually, a complaint from her tummy convinced the predator to move on. That was the first warning for Jake, with the second a careful clench of her jaw, holding him in place with her teeth, and a large inhale of air rushing past his head.
*GULP!*
The flesh squeezed the boy’s cranium and pushed it down into the tight esophagus. It held his head tightly still, with a pocket of air for him to breathe as he felt Arla growl from an incomparable feeling of bliss.
She kept going, swallowing again to easily bring the neck in, before fitting those shoulders into her maw. Once they got in, the rest went in smoothly. Literally, every clench of the throat dragged Jake across her fluffy blonde fur, assisted by her paws. Before they were forced to his sides, Jake scratched Arla’s chest and neck, and at one point curiously felt his own head within the lump on her neck. When his head vanished behind her sternum, the rib cage keeping her organs protected in her body now also housed him, moving just a little to accommodate enough room to grant the belly its greedy demand.
At that point, Jake was bent like an L, and at one point a U as he was in a stance where you touch your toes until Arla arched her head back to relieve the strain, having Jake’s legs lift off her fluffy body and into the forest air.
With gravity’s aid, the throat was scarfing those legs down like a machine. At the same time, a tight ring had passed over Jake’s head and it entered a fleshy sac stretching to fit him and more and more of his body was claimed by the blissful wolf.
Every inch of Jake’s body got absolutely covered in a sheen of reflective saliva even before they reached the throat as Arla’s tongue was hard at work savoring him. She had coiled his neck, tickled his belly, and now, pausing her throaty actions, played with the last part of Jake exposed to the outside world: his feet.
She suckled those things, treating them as toys for her tongue. It was enough that Jake’s legs squirmed from the ticklish actions. A hand punched out in defiance, the kind of friendly punch to the shoulder between friends, only more exerted in an attempt to match the proportionate power of the wolf, making an impact from within her hide for the briefest of moments.
Jake was outside her maw, slipping down her throat, and inside Arla’s belly all at once. To fit him, the wolf had to lean her head back, since Jake’s waist was behind her sternum and knees could not bend the opposite way.
Eventually, Arla’s tongue curled and pulled onto the soles, easing them in there with wet noises, before a final swallow rang out.
With a feeling of utter satisfaction, Arla sighed so loudly, turning it into a moan as more and more of Jake traveled down her tight esophagus, expanding the stretchy walls of her stomach with every passing second. As if inflated, the fluffy orb grew, decreasing its rate as the smaller portions of the prey’s body were all that was left yet to become entrapped within the fleshy sac.
At last, the feet joined the rest of Jake, and the valve shut. Jake was sitting in a curled position, his back pointed towards Arla’s tail. Loudly, the surroundings groaned, so happy for its favorite prey to return to its belonging.
Immediately, the flesh above pushed down onto Jake as Arla smush her paws onto the bulge. The lungs worked hard while she panted so happily.
“C’mon… squirm…” said the wolf between breaths.
Rolling his eyes, the boy began to do just as she asked: play the role of the helpless prey, having been swallowed whole and alive into his predator’s belly. Unworried about hurting her, he thrashed about, exerting himself on the level just short of a fearful panic, as hard as you can get in a playful situation where your body’s desperate attempts to stay alive did not kick in.
The bulge moved in a thousand different ways, sloshing left to right, bouncing up and down, kicks and punches disappearing as fast as they appeared, all making the belly rumble the loudest it could get.
Save for some tender rubbing with her paws, Arla did nothing that might impede Jake’s efforts, or her pleasure, panting and moaning. One turned into a slight howl, arching her head until the top was flat against the forest floor, drool oozing onto her chops.
It was easy for the wolf to tell how much fight remained in the boy. He tried to escape, but it was futile, and he knew it. Having been played many times, the game would end when either chose it, or the prey no longer had the energy. The struggles grew weak, and Arla made her move with a grin on her face.
Being able to swallow someone safely meant she had complete control over her gastric system, including stomach functions a human had zero volition of what it did. Of course, she had her acids production off, and the amount that had previously occupied the belly was drained away, stored elsewhere in her body to be released the moment she was done with her playing. However, there were also the natural motions of a belly, specifically the kneading and clenching it did to break down food. Those went a step further than any belonging to a human, since she was capable of swallowing things whole and alive, that these were much stronger and made to restrict their movements, along with their ability to fight back. Sometimes Arla just let her meal struggle in her limp belly, pushing out against the elastic walls, before those walls were made seemingly elastic no more, tensing rather than slacking, then closing in on them.
To her, it was little different than flipping a switch.
And flipped it she did.
Immediately, Jake noticed the difference as his next push barely budged the wall, having expected it to push out like it had been doing. Like hanging in a plastic bag that suddenly became stiff latex.
Perhaps one of the most cliché images of a claustrophobic’s true fears was a room with walls closing in in all directions. This was comparable, with the latex sack suddenly becoming smaller and smaller, like the air, the only thing keeping the material’s demands to return to its original shape in check, was being vacuumed out.
And it almost was, with the exception that the walls’ demands to close in were pushing the air out.
Even the outside world could see the progress it made, shrinking down, losing air that took up the interior volume, and more still as defiance from the prey was made harder and harder.
“Buuurrpp!” belched Arla, her head jerking as if it were a hiccup. Louder than ever, her belly rumbled with activity, a whole new entity in itself. Of course, she still had to hold back under the risk of suffocating her dearest friend trapped within her guts. Just the small pocket of air remained accompanying Jake, and it would soon start to make him light-headed.
Like inside his mother’s womb, Jake’s body was curled up in the tight space. Every inch of his sounds moved, pressing down and rubbing against his body, constantly making wet, slimy noises on the frequency comparable to a forest of crickets at night.
The boy groaned a little, not necessarily out of discomfort, but from simply the pressure exerted onto his body. That pocket of air around his head was all he had left to breath, and despite knowing well he had to conserve it, his body panted still from his earlier fights. He was feeling a little woozy like he was going to nod off.
Giving up, Jake let his body go limp and at the mercy of Arla’s stomach, which thought of him as nothing more than a piece of meat to knead and tenderize. All his resistance, all his struggles, was only because Arla allowed it, and once again, he was thankful to call her friend.
He managed to speak through his body’s spasms to take in more air, “A-Arla I need to breathe…”
Seeing that he was a bit serious, and despite he would be alright anyways, Arla cut him a break and swallowed some air as if drinking water.
It wasn’t much, but it sure helped Jake and eased his panting. Helped by Arla’s massaging, he was drawn into a relaxed state, feeling the warm, ever so soft surfaces against him. Leaning a little backward, though hardly anywhere to move, just letting the walls hold his posture, he gave a sigh once he caught his breath. Still light in the head, he might fall asleep at any moment.
“Aw…” cooed Arla, “you’re so adorable, all snug in there~.”
The wolf slowly turned herself over onto her side, telling her stomach to relax so suddenly the pressure keeping Jake from moving released. The bulging mass quit being stiff and sloshed with her momentum now, expanding with the elasticity giving way under Jake’s weight. With his head sliding a bit down, since if Arla stood up then he would be upside down, and the belly slanting a little, Jake squirmed his body forward. He only stopped when his back was orientated right, to the disappointment of Arla, who loved feeling him move.
Nuzzling her belly, the predator whispered, “That was wonderful, Jakey~.” She kissed where Jake’s head was, though it was the back of his head and not his face.
Jake smiled from the sign of affection. “It was nice, like your throat was hugging me, and so was it when your belly squeezed me…”
“Mmm…” hummed Arla, “how nice would it feel to have it gurgle you up…”
It was enough to make Jake blush. He had been digestive many times, safely and painlessly. True, under normal circumstances there would be no return, but thanks to a particular dragon-shaped necklace worn by Jake at all times, his soul would be safeguarded and, once the predator belched the jewelry up, given a new body.
It was actually less common of an activity amongst his closest friends, who, perhaps out of sentimentalism or plain concern, either were hesitant, rarely brought it up, or outright refused to do it.
“You know you could do it?” replied Jake.
“I know, and I’m thinking about it~…” Arla began humming a tone that sounded like singing and thinking. “Having you slosh around in there… oh how lovely that would be…” For a while, there Arla was quiet, and Jake assumed she was now thinking seriously. “Would it be okay?” she said, now showing nervousness. She had never done this before herself, mostly because of what digestion normally entailed.
Soothingly, Jake rubbed her stomach walls to reassure her. “I’m not afraid, but you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable. It’s not something I’d rather chose for someone else, so I just let them if they want to, unless I don’t want to of course.”
“Well… is it really okay? I mean you don’t get hurt or anything? No side effects?” replied Arla, clearly concerned over every factor.
“I’ve done it thousands of times! There is literally nothing harmful about it unless you make it so yourself and try to hurt me. If you just let your stomach do its thing, I’ll just black out eventually.” When Jake finished, he waited in anticipation for Arla’s response. The answer was irrelevant to him in the end, for both outcomes of being digested or simply staying in the stomach were equally appealing, but more importantly, he wanted Arla to do what she was comfortable with.
“I’ll do it.” The reply came out of nowhere, with a hint of happiness in the back of it that told Jake she was ready. A long delay came, clearly hesitant to turn her belly on, then immediately the walls stiffened as before, rhythmically exerting pressure like breathing lungs. Acids also seeped from the walls, just as sweat exerts from the body, though the only sweat Arla ever produced came from her nose. While anyone would begin to feel a tingling sensation from their works, an added feature of Jake’s necklace removed the sense of that feeling, to prevent dread or panic in Jake over the fact his body was technically being harmed. This was never revealed to him, but at this point, he had long suspected there was a reason he barely felt anything. With the walls now wet with secreting digestive fluids rather than a simple thin coating of saliva, every push against Jake made a slurping wet suction-sounding noise, sometimes even like a slap. It pooled below in a small puddle and would soon rise to levels Jake was currently aware of.
“You just let me know if you need me to stop,” said Arla, still concerned about what she was doing.
“It’s too late to stop,” replied Jake, just a little under strain to speak. “You’re already digesting me, and you need to finish for it to work.”
This seemed to jab at Arla as she realized this. “O-okay, just… uh…” she struggled to come up with a sentence.
A kiss from Jake ceased her frantic mumblings. “Look at it this way,” he spoke reassuringly with a legitimate smile, “I’ll always be a part of you from now on~.”
Arla blushed, the sweet words making her feel better at what she was doing. Returning the gesture, she pressed her own lips to where she felt Jake’s. “You know I worry because I love you, right?”
“I know, but you don’t need to, because the one who gave me this gift also loves me.”
“So, how long should this take?”
“It’ll be mostly over for me when I blackout, but I’ll have a certain feel of what happens so don’t be afraid to snuggle with what’s left of me~.”
“Well… I’ll be sure to do that my sweet treat~.” A full body contraction squeezed Jake even more, as a wet, squelching hug. “Beurope!” burped Arla again, after some air was forced out from that. Now with quite a bit more confidence, the wolf rolled over onto her belly, Jake propping her rear body off the ground a little and squishing him to the furthest degree yet.
The prey groaned, acids splashing about, breathing that little pocket of air he had left. Still, the walls moved around him, gentle rubs and strokes applying themselves to their meal. A smile couldn’t be helped but formed on his face, happy about this sign that his predator was becoming more comfortable in her actions.
Getting herself up, the wolf began to slowly walk into the forest, no destination in mind, taking it at a slow pace. She threw her hips exaggeratedly in her walk so the weight hanging beneath her rocked, sloshing the contents left and right. It seemed to kick her belly into overdrive, gurgling loudly and churning so actively that from outside the movements could be seen that wasn’t of Jake’s own.
‘Just like Sierra,’ Jake thought while chuckling slightly before his head slapped into the nearby wall harmlessly.
Eventually, the sloshing rocking became gentler, soothing to Jake as he laid in a cramped, warm place, with a pool of acid reaching about just past his ankles.
“Are you still awake, sweetie?” Arla’s voice broke the constant noises of stomach-churning.
“Barely.” Jake’s voice showed clearly how tired he was, that he was hanging onto a thread before falling into unconsciousness.
“Oh, wow,” surprise was clear in Arla’s voice, “I thought you would’ve passed out a while ago. I take it this means you haven’t started become mush?”
“No, I’m not allowed to be conscious during that.” Weakly, he set his hand onto the wall next to him. “I felt like seeing how long I could last, and I was surprised I made it this far.”
“To be honest, I’ve been holding back, and I’m not saying that like it was to keep me from hurting you or anything. I suppose… I can go even harder if you’d like.” Her paw petted her bulging fur as she spoke her last sentence.
“It’s always up to you… I think I’ll pass out soon either way…” Jake shifted, cozying up to the wall against his back.
“Well… I went this far so why stop?” The wolf began taking a cheerful tone. “Gonna be really tight and snug in there!”
Jake wondered how tight it would actually be before suddenly he stopped breathing midbreath. Every wall ground against him now, smothering him.
From outside, Arla panted with pleasure as her stomach visibly contracted, shrinking a little back into her body from the sheer amount her belly squeezed Jake. “Oh…” she moaned in bliss, “smothering you in my belly feels wonderful~.”
He could barely breathe, but it was not harmful suffocation. The heat grew to intense proportions compared to before, as every wall, radiating with Arla’s body heat, forced him into a ball. Nearly every facet of Jake’s being became pressed with flesh.
Like being in the tightest hug ever…
Jake loved it.
To his mild disappointment, he lost his grip on consciousness at last.
Arla knew from his body going limp she had finally tuckered him out. Already, there was a feeling his form was beginning to soften up inside her. The wolf laid down, curling up into a ball where she rested her chin atop the orb at her center and closed her eyes.
As time went by, she felt much detail as Jake’s body within her turned slowly, but relatively fast for how things should digest, into a soup of nutrients.
With all that time to herself, thinking about Jake, Arla’s colorful aura turned a little blue.
“I love you Jakey, and keeping you close like this is so fulfilling… but I wish I could offer you more sometimes…”
Jake felt a ping of pain at the somberness of her faint voice.
“Take you on adventures or explorations as others can. You want to see so much, there’s nothing I can do, at least nothing new for you to experience…” An audible sigh sounded, and there was a pressure exerted, feeling like something was poking. Arla’s voice being significantly closer that he could feel vibrations as she talked told him she was kissing her stomach. “I feel useless…”
Jake couldn’t do anything, but he wanted so badly to tell her all sorts of things. Alas, without a voice all he could do was wait in the black void.
For the next hour, Arla stroked and caressed her sloshy midriff, fascinated at how oddly fast it shrunk in volume. A meal the size of Jake would’ve kept her filled and happy for days. Even just the fact he had become a liquid slurry so fast was astonishing, and there was no doubt to the wolf the powers that had kept Jake safe also assisted her in making the exchange faster.
When out of nowhere, a massive pressure swelled in Arla’s stomach. It caught her by surprise, how it felt like when she gulped down air and it wanted out. She tried to hold it in and succeeded at first before the pressure doubled in response. Her belly gurgled and bubbled, and while it felt like it was becoming a balloon to Arla, its size remained the same from outside view.
It couldn’t be held, and it escaped. After her cheeks bulged round balls for a moment, the wolf opened her jaws and ripped out a massive belch. “BEEEEEUUUUURRRRROOOOOPPPPEEEE!!” Out came globs of spittle, from droplets to globs, and with it shot out Jake’s necklace, landing a few feet away onto the forest floor.
Arla panted, regretting that she fought back and should’ve known that it was the work of the necklace. Taking a few steps forward, she sniffed the necklace. It smelt of gold, Jake, and her own stomach. Whatever magics were stored in the object were undetectable to Arla, and she wondered just how powerful they were.
The wolf had never met the so-called Sierra, one of Jake’s closest companions. Jake described her as a panther and magic-user of a mysterious character, but she clearly loved Jake. One time she asked if it was wise to trust someone so secretive, Jake replied, ‘She doesn’t do it for the secrets, but a “dramatic flair” as she calls it. I’m not sure we could understand her even if she did.’”
Arla supposed she could be trusted.
Suddenly, the topaz began shining brightly, and the wolf jumped back. She watched as it swelled as if mass, taking shape vaguely as something familiar, and when it vanished Jake laid there.
His eyes flicked open and immediately saw Arla. “Hey.”
She came over, letting her friend hug her massive head as she smiled.
“I heard everything you said.” Jake came out, figuring direct honesty was what was most important.
Arla’s eyes widened at this, and she felt almost shameful. “I… oh…” Breaking off the hug, she turned and faced away. “I didn’t think you could hear that… that was just some stuff I wanted to get off my chest, don’t worry about it.”
Jake got up and walked to her side, his shoulders reaching her chest. He petted her side with his hands and rested his ear against her ribcage. “Look, do you remember those times you came along with me on those little adventures?”
“I know, and I love those, but they’re not the problem. It’s that I can’t take you anywhere like the others can. Faith can fly, you got friends in the jungle and the sea, and you know this forest, it’s your home after all.”
The boy walked in front of her and held her head, but she refused to make eye contact. “Look at me, you’re enough okay?” He smiled as she then looked at him. “This place is my home! Of course, I’ll still have adventures here after seeing every inch! In so many of those you are there, looking after me!” The arms pulled her head close to his chest. “In so many of those, I would’ve felt afraid and alone without you… like when those storms come in winter, I wouldn’t have been able to bear hiding in those caves without you…” As the memories came in, nostalgic tears ran down Jake’s face and he kissed the wolf’s forehead.
He suddenly reeled back from a slobbery lick to his whole face. Fluffy arms and paws grabbed him as he stumbled, pulling him to the ground against a chest. Teeth clenched onto his shirt, careful not to bite him, and tugged it off without his consent. Immediately after tossing the clothing aside, the warm tongue caressed his chest, gliding slowly across his skin. With it, a slow exhale washed over Jake in a breeze. The appendage went from his belly, all the way up to his neck, where it then cupped the back and wrapped over to his forehead.
Jake looked into the wolf’s maw, the throat expanding and contracting with each slow, breathing motion. Repeatedly, the gust of wind cast itself onto him. Every inch of his face was caressed and played with by the tongue, not in rapid playfulness, but a slow passion. The cascades of drool oozed down from her chops, running across Jake’s bare body.
He knew very well what Arla was going through.
“I will be keeping you in my guts for a long as I can, you wonderful morsel~.”
Barely a second later, Jake’s head was surrounded by Arla’s squelching throat again. Powerful swallows hastily pulled him further in.
*Gulp! Glurk! Glunk!*
Already, Arla fast approached his waist, lifting her head up and holding what remained of Jake aloft. With every swallow, the legs were pulled down, and she didn’t even savor the feet despite the savory sweetness slipping into her throat.
The predator moaned heavenly, looking back with a grim at her expanding midriff, and the moment it plopped downward a little having all of Jake within, it squeeeeezed.
“BEEUURROOPE!”
It shrunk just as a deflating balloon, forcing nearly every air pocket up the throat, leaving only the prey in her gut. Gurgling and groaning, her belly held little restraint making the boy hers again.
“You mean so much to me my human, and for that, I’ll keep you smothered in my guts all day and night to show you my love~.”
AHHHH I just loved making this! First time involving digestion with Arla too, and I'm just so happy how it came out!
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“Mmmmm…” hummed the wolf, followed by a wet lick to the boy’s ear. “Sounds like it wants you in there, love~.”
Jake blushed from Arla’s teasing, completely restrained by wolf legs, and pulled against her fluffy chest as he laid atop it. His hands stroked and pushed against her abdomen, squishing it and earning growls of pleasure from his friend.
The stomach continued groaning, the gastric sounds familiar to both individuals and always bringing consistent emotions out of each.
Arla was hungry, filled with predatory desires to assert her dominance and fill her belly. Meanwhile, Jake was a blushy mess as he always was when a teasing predator made it all too clear where he was going to end up.
“Little boy, I do so love it when you’re like this~,” whispered the wolf, so close to his ear the exhaling of the words tickled him. Another lick to the ear, just to give the biggest auditory sense of the slathering, wet appendage she had used so many times on him.
“Shut up…~” Jake hid his face in her fluffy silver and gold fur.
“Why~? Because you don’t want to be eaten~? To be swallowed down to my wonderful, warm belly~?” Arla grinned, adding a lick of her chops.
Jake looked up sheepishly, finally giving her a view of his smiling face. It looked red as a cherry. “Because it feels like I’m going to catch on fire~.”
The reply was enough to make Arla laugh. She tightened her hug and leaned her head close. “Such an amazing and sweet little human!”
The moment having been cherished, Jake tucked his own head beneath her, within the fluffy folds of her neck.
Tenderly, Arla added the cherry atop the whipped cream wholesomeness by rocking her body side to side. From her throat, the swooning song akin to a lullaby casting itself gently to the winds. “Little Jakey, in my grasp~! So tasty, how I wish it would last~!”
Giggling, Jake held her face by the cheeks with his eyes and looked at her. “Precious Arla, predator of mine~.”
If that thick coat of fur didn’t hide it, a flush on par with Jake’s would’ve shown up for the world to see. She rewarded Jake with a playful lick to his face. It was followed with yet another groan from beneath Jake. “My belly wants to sing too~.”
They both giggled at that.
“Want to give it a closer listen~?” Intentions obvious, the wolf opened her mouth a little, inching her face closer.
Jake avoided it, going for the neck and hugging it forcefully enough that Arla made a tiny grunt at the impact. Vibrations could be felt across his arms as his predator growled happily, further making his hair wetter with some hearty licks.
“I never want to let you go…” breathed Arla into the ear, using a paw to bury Jake’s face in her neck fluff. “I want to keep you filling my gut, surrounded by loving, smothering flesh, and never let you out~.”
Listening to those words, Jake felt his face grow warm, and it intensified as Arla sighed a warm breath of air to his ear. Lifting his head, he kissed her cheek before leaning his temple against it. “You’d make many friends jealous if you did that~.”
“I don’t care, I know what I want~.” Arla pulled back her head so she and Jake were eye to eye. That smile spoke of such a huge amount of anticipation and ravenous hunger. The way her eyelids were half-closed and angled stood out so much to Jake as it was so clear that she had told the absolute truth in that she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him.
A rumble so loud sounded Jake thought it was a creature at first, but the vibrations coursing through his lower legs told him that his predator’s belly wanted him just as much.
Mouth agape, Arla drew her head forward, having that pulsating gullet take up more and more of Jake’s vision. Smoothly, the tongue cupped her prey’s chin as a lover’s hand might do before a kiss. By then, only Jake’s peripheral vision wasn’t a fleshy red, but that soon changed. Everywhere, his face made contact with a smooth surface slick with spittle, with every exhale of the wolf warming his face. While Jake may have been still, Arla wasn’t, for her tongue was at work tasting everything spot it could reach, her arms locked him in place, and her body rocked side to side slowly. Still, she didn’t swallow yet, despite Jake’s head an oral clench away from becoming trapped in wolf throat. Arla savored him.
Eventually, a complaint from her tummy convinced the predator to move on. That was the first warning for Jake, with the second a careful clench of her jaw, holding him in place with her teeth, and a large inhale of air rushing past his head.
*GULP!*
The flesh squeezed the boy’s cranium and pushed it down into the tight esophagus. It held his head tightly still, with a pocket of air for him to breathe as he felt Arla growl from an incomparable feeling of bliss.
She kept going, swallowing again to easily bring the neck in, before fitting those shoulders into her maw. Once they got in, the rest went in smoothly. Literally, every clench of the throat dragged Jake across her fluffy blonde fur, assisted by her paws. Before they were forced to his sides, Jake scratched Arla’s chest and neck, and at one point curiously felt his own head within the lump on her neck. When his head vanished behind her sternum, the rib cage keeping her organs protected in her body now also housed him, moving just a little to accommodate enough room to grant the belly its greedy demand.
At that point, Jake was bent like an L, and at one point a U as he was in a stance where you touch your toes until Arla arched her head back to relieve the strain, having Jake’s legs lift off her fluffy body and into the forest air.
With gravity’s aid, the throat was scarfing those legs down like a machine. At the same time, a tight ring had passed over Jake’s head and it entered a fleshy sac stretching to fit him and more and more of his body was claimed by the blissful wolf.
Every inch of Jake’s body got absolutely covered in a sheen of reflective saliva even before they reached the throat as Arla’s tongue was hard at work savoring him. She had coiled his neck, tickled his belly, and now, pausing her throaty actions, played with the last part of Jake exposed to the outside world: his feet.
She suckled those things, treating them as toys for her tongue. It was enough that Jake’s legs squirmed from the ticklish actions. A hand punched out in defiance, the kind of friendly punch to the shoulder between friends, only more exerted in an attempt to match the proportionate power of the wolf, making an impact from within her hide for the briefest of moments.
Jake was outside her maw, slipping down her throat, and inside Arla’s belly all at once. To fit him, the wolf had to lean her head back, since Jake’s waist was behind her sternum and knees could not bend the opposite way.
Eventually, Arla’s tongue curled and pulled onto the soles, easing them in there with wet noises, before a final swallow rang out.
With a feeling of utter satisfaction, Arla sighed so loudly, turning it into a moan as more and more of Jake traveled down her tight esophagus, expanding the stretchy walls of her stomach with every passing second. As if inflated, the fluffy orb grew, decreasing its rate as the smaller portions of the prey’s body were all that was left yet to become entrapped within the fleshy sac.
At last, the feet joined the rest of Jake, and the valve shut. Jake was sitting in a curled position, his back pointed towards Arla’s tail. Loudly, the surroundings groaned, so happy for its favorite prey to return to its belonging.
Immediately, the flesh above pushed down onto Jake as Arla smush her paws onto the bulge. The lungs worked hard while she panted so happily.
“C’mon… squirm…” said the wolf between breaths.
Rolling his eyes, the boy began to do just as she asked: play the role of the helpless prey, having been swallowed whole and alive into his predator’s belly. Unworried about hurting her, he thrashed about, exerting himself on the level just short of a fearful panic, as hard as you can get in a playful situation where your body’s desperate attempts to stay alive did not kick in.
The bulge moved in a thousand different ways, sloshing left to right, bouncing up and down, kicks and punches disappearing as fast as they appeared, all making the belly rumble the loudest it could get.
Save for some tender rubbing with her paws, Arla did nothing that might impede Jake’s efforts, or her pleasure, panting and moaning. One turned into a slight howl, arching her head until the top was flat against the forest floor, drool oozing onto her chops.
It was easy for the wolf to tell how much fight remained in the boy. He tried to escape, but it was futile, and he knew it. Having been played many times, the game would end when either chose it, or the prey no longer had the energy. The struggles grew weak, and Arla made her move with a grin on her face.
Being able to swallow someone safely meant she had complete control over her gastric system, including stomach functions a human had zero volition of what it did. Of course, she had her acids production off, and the amount that had previously occupied the belly was drained away, stored elsewhere in her body to be released the moment she was done with her playing. However, there were also the natural motions of a belly, specifically the kneading and clenching it did to break down food. Those went a step further than any belonging to a human, since she was capable of swallowing things whole and alive, that these were much stronger and made to restrict their movements, along with their ability to fight back. Sometimes Arla just let her meal struggle in her limp belly, pushing out against the elastic walls, before those walls were made seemingly elastic no more, tensing rather than slacking, then closing in on them.
To her, it was little different than flipping a switch.
And flipped it she did.
Immediately, Jake noticed the difference as his next push barely budged the wall, having expected it to push out like it had been doing. Like hanging in a plastic bag that suddenly became stiff latex.
Perhaps one of the most cliché images of a claustrophobic’s true fears was a room with walls closing in in all directions. This was comparable, with the latex sack suddenly becoming smaller and smaller, like the air, the only thing keeping the material’s demands to return to its original shape in check, was being vacuumed out.
And it almost was, with the exception that the walls’ demands to close in were pushing the air out.
Even the outside world could see the progress it made, shrinking down, losing air that took up the interior volume, and more still as defiance from the prey was made harder and harder.
“Buuurrpp!” belched Arla, her head jerking as if it were a hiccup. Louder than ever, her belly rumbled with activity, a whole new entity in itself. Of course, she still had to hold back under the risk of suffocating her dearest friend trapped within her guts. Just the small pocket of air remained accompanying Jake, and it would soon start to make him light-headed.
Like inside his mother’s womb, Jake’s body was curled up in the tight space. Every inch of his sounds moved, pressing down and rubbing against his body, constantly making wet, slimy noises on the frequency comparable to a forest of crickets at night.
The boy groaned a little, not necessarily out of discomfort, but from simply the pressure exerted onto his body. That pocket of air around his head was all he had left to breath, and despite knowing well he had to conserve it, his body panted still from his earlier fights. He was feeling a little woozy like he was going to nod off.
Giving up, Jake let his body go limp and at the mercy of Arla’s stomach, which thought of him as nothing more than a piece of meat to knead and tenderize. All his resistance, all his struggles, was only because Arla allowed it, and once again, he was thankful to call her friend.
He managed to speak through his body’s spasms to take in more air, “A-Arla I need to breathe…”
Seeing that he was a bit serious, and despite he would be alright anyways, Arla cut him a break and swallowed some air as if drinking water.
It wasn’t much, but it sure helped Jake and eased his panting. Helped by Arla’s massaging, he was drawn into a relaxed state, feeling the warm, ever so soft surfaces against him. Leaning a little backward, though hardly anywhere to move, just letting the walls hold his posture, he gave a sigh once he caught his breath. Still light in the head, he might fall asleep at any moment.
“Aw…” cooed Arla, “you’re so adorable, all snug in there~.”
The wolf slowly turned herself over onto her side, telling her stomach to relax so suddenly the pressure keeping Jake from moving released. The bulging mass quit being stiff and sloshed with her momentum now, expanding with the elasticity giving way under Jake’s weight. With his head sliding a bit down, since if Arla stood up then he would be upside down, and the belly slanting a little, Jake squirmed his body forward. He only stopped when his back was orientated right, to the disappointment of Arla, who loved feeling him move.
Nuzzling her belly, the predator whispered, “That was wonderful, Jakey~.” She kissed where Jake’s head was, though it was the back of his head and not his face.
Jake smiled from the sign of affection. “It was nice, like your throat was hugging me, and so was it when your belly squeezed me…”
“Mmm…” hummed Arla, “how nice would it feel to have it gurgle you up…”
It was enough to make Jake blush. He had been digestive many times, safely and painlessly. True, under normal circumstances there would be no return, but thanks to a particular dragon-shaped necklace worn by Jake at all times, his soul would be safeguarded and, once the predator belched the jewelry up, given a new body.
It was actually less common of an activity amongst his closest friends, who, perhaps out of sentimentalism or plain concern, either were hesitant, rarely brought it up, or outright refused to do it.
“You know you could do it?” replied Jake.
“I know, and I’m thinking about it~…” Arla began humming a tone that sounded like singing and thinking. “Having you slosh around in there… oh how lovely that would be…” For a while, there Arla was quiet, and Jake assumed she was now thinking seriously. “Would it be okay?” she said, now showing nervousness. She had never done this before herself, mostly because of what digestion normally entailed.
Soothingly, Jake rubbed her stomach walls to reassure her. “I’m not afraid, but you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable. It’s not something I’d rather chose for someone else, so I just let them if they want to, unless I don’t want to of course.”
“Well… is it really okay? I mean you don’t get hurt or anything? No side effects?” replied Arla, clearly concerned over every factor.
“I’ve done it thousands of times! There is literally nothing harmful about it unless you make it so yourself and try to hurt me. If you just let your stomach do its thing, I’ll just black out eventually.” When Jake finished, he waited in anticipation for Arla’s response. The answer was irrelevant to him in the end, for both outcomes of being digested or simply staying in the stomach were equally appealing, but more importantly, he wanted Arla to do what she was comfortable with.
“I’ll do it.” The reply came out of nowhere, with a hint of happiness in the back of it that told Jake she was ready. A long delay came, clearly hesitant to turn her belly on, then immediately the walls stiffened as before, rhythmically exerting pressure like breathing lungs. Acids also seeped from the walls, just as sweat exerts from the body, though the only sweat Arla ever produced came from her nose. While anyone would begin to feel a tingling sensation from their works, an added feature of Jake’s necklace removed the sense of that feeling, to prevent dread or panic in Jake over the fact his body was technically being harmed. This was never revealed to him, but at this point, he had long suspected there was a reason he barely felt anything. With the walls now wet with secreting digestive fluids rather than a simple thin coating of saliva, every push against Jake made a slurping wet suction-sounding noise, sometimes even like a slap. It pooled below in a small puddle and would soon rise to levels Jake was currently aware of.
“You just let me know if you need me to stop,” said Arla, still concerned about what she was doing.
“It’s too late to stop,” replied Jake, just a little under strain to speak. “You’re already digesting me, and you need to finish for it to work.”
This seemed to jab at Arla as she realized this. “O-okay, just… uh…” she struggled to come up with a sentence.
A kiss from Jake ceased her frantic mumblings. “Look at it this way,” he spoke reassuringly with a legitimate smile, “I’ll always be a part of you from now on~.”
Arla blushed, the sweet words making her feel better at what she was doing. Returning the gesture, she pressed her own lips to where she felt Jake’s. “You know I worry because I love you, right?”
“I know, but you don’t need to, because the one who gave me this gift also loves me.”
“So, how long should this take?”
“It’ll be mostly over for me when I blackout, but I’ll have a certain feel of what happens so don’t be afraid to snuggle with what’s left of me~.”
“Well… I’ll be sure to do that my sweet treat~.” A full body contraction squeezed Jake even more, as a wet, squelching hug. “Beurope!” burped Arla again, after some air was forced out from that. Now with quite a bit more confidence, the wolf rolled over onto her belly, Jake propping her rear body off the ground a little and squishing him to the furthest degree yet.
The prey groaned, acids splashing about, breathing that little pocket of air he had left. Still, the walls moved around him, gentle rubs and strokes applying themselves to their meal. A smile couldn’t be helped but formed on his face, happy about this sign that his predator was becoming more comfortable in her actions.
Getting herself up, the wolf began to slowly walk into the forest, no destination in mind, taking it at a slow pace. She threw her hips exaggeratedly in her walk so the weight hanging beneath her rocked, sloshing the contents left and right. It seemed to kick her belly into overdrive, gurgling loudly and churning so actively that from outside the movements could be seen that wasn’t of Jake’s own.
‘Just like Sierra,’ Jake thought while chuckling slightly before his head slapped into the nearby wall harmlessly.
Eventually, the sloshing rocking became gentler, soothing to Jake as he laid in a cramped, warm place, with a pool of acid reaching about just past his ankles.
“Are you still awake, sweetie?” Arla’s voice broke the constant noises of stomach-churning.
“Barely.” Jake’s voice showed clearly how tired he was, that he was hanging onto a thread before falling into unconsciousness.
“Oh, wow,” surprise was clear in Arla’s voice, “I thought you would’ve passed out a while ago. I take it this means you haven’t started become mush?”
“No, I’m not allowed to be conscious during that.” Weakly, he set his hand onto the wall next to him. “I felt like seeing how long I could last, and I was surprised I made it this far.”
“To be honest, I’ve been holding back, and I’m not saying that like it was to keep me from hurting you or anything. I suppose… I can go even harder if you’d like.” Her paw petted her bulging fur as she spoke her last sentence.
“It’s always up to you… I think I’ll pass out soon either way…” Jake shifted, cozying up to the wall against his back.
“Well… I went this far so why stop?” The wolf began taking a cheerful tone. “Gonna be really tight and snug in there!”
Jake wondered how tight it would actually be before suddenly he stopped breathing midbreath. Every wall ground against him now, smothering him.
From outside, Arla panted with pleasure as her stomach visibly contracted, shrinking a little back into her body from the sheer amount her belly squeezed Jake. “Oh…” she moaned in bliss, “smothering you in my belly feels wonderful~.”
He could barely breathe, but it was not harmful suffocation. The heat grew to intense proportions compared to before, as every wall, radiating with Arla’s body heat, forced him into a ball. Nearly every facet of Jake’s being became pressed with flesh.
Like being in the tightest hug ever…
Jake loved it.
To his mild disappointment, he lost his grip on consciousness at last.
Arla knew from his body going limp she had finally tuckered him out. Already, there was a feeling his form was beginning to soften up inside her. The wolf laid down, curling up into a ball where she rested her chin atop the orb at her center and closed her eyes.
As time went by, she felt much detail as Jake’s body within her turned slowly, but relatively fast for how things should digest, into a soup of nutrients.
With all that time to herself, thinking about Jake, Arla’s colorful aura turned a little blue.
“I love you Jakey, and keeping you close like this is so fulfilling… but I wish I could offer you more sometimes…”
Jake felt a ping of pain at the somberness of her faint voice.
“Take you on adventures or explorations as others can. You want to see so much, there’s nothing I can do, at least nothing new for you to experience…” An audible sigh sounded, and there was a pressure exerted, feeling like something was poking. Arla’s voice being significantly closer that he could feel vibrations as she talked told him she was kissing her stomach. “I feel useless…”
Jake couldn’t do anything, but he wanted so badly to tell her all sorts of things. Alas, without a voice all he could do was wait in the black void.
For the next hour, Arla stroked and caressed her sloshy midriff, fascinated at how oddly fast it shrunk in volume. A meal the size of Jake would’ve kept her filled and happy for days. Even just the fact he had become a liquid slurry so fast was astonishing, and there was no doubt to the wolf the powers that had kept Jake safe also assisted her in making the exchange faster.
When out of nowhere, a massive pressure swelled in Arla’s stomach. It caught her by surprise, how it felt like when she gulped down air and it wanted out. She tried to hold it in and succeeded at first before the pressure doubled in response. Her belly gurgled and bubbled, and while it felt like it was becoming a balloon to Arla, its size remained the same from outside view.
It couldn’t be held, and it escaped. After her cheeks bulged round balls for a moment, the wolf opened her jaws and ripped out a massive belch. “BEEEEEUUUUURRRRROOOOOPPPPEEEE!!” Out came globs of spittle, from droplets to globs, and with it shot out Jake’s necklace, landing a few feet away onto the forest floor.
Arla panted, regretting that she fought back and should’ve known that it was the work of the necklace. Taking a few steps forward, she sniffed the necklace. It smelt of gold, Jake, and her own stomach. Whatever magics were stored in the object were undetectable to Arla, and she wondered just how powerful they were.
The wolf had never met the so-called Sierra, one of Jake’s closest companions. Jake described her as a panther and magic-user of a mysterious character, but she clearly loved Jake. One time she asked if it was wise to trust someone so secretive, Jake replied, ‘She doesn’t do it for the secrets, but a “dramatic flair” as she calls it. I’m not sure we could understand her even if she did.’”
Arla supposed she could be trusted.
Suddenly, the topaz began shining brightly, and the wolf jumped back. She watched as it swelled as if mass, taking shape vaguely as something familiar, and when it vanished Jake laid there.
His eyes flicked open and immediately saw Arla. “Hey.”
She came over, letting her friend hug her massive head as she smiled.
“I heard everything you said.” Jake came out, figuring direct honesty was what was most important.
Arla’s eyes widened at this, and she felt almost shameful. “I… oh…” Breaking off the hug, she turned and faced away. “I didn’t think you could hear that… that was just some stuff I wanted to get off my chest, don’t worry about it.”
Jake got up and walked to her side, his shoulders reaching her chest. He petted her side with his hands and rested his ear against her ribcage. “Look, do you remember those times you came along with me on those little adventures?”
“I know, and I love those, but they’re not the problem. It’s that I can’t take you anywhere like the others can. Faith can fly, you got friends in the jungle and the sea, and you know this forest, it’s your home after all.”
The boy walked in front of her and held her head, but she refused to make eye contact. “Look at me, you’re enough okay?” He smiled as she then looked at him. “This place is my home! Of course, I’ll still have adventures here after seeing every inch! In so many of those you are there, looking after me!” The arms pulled her head close to his chest. “In so many of those, I would’ve felt afraid and alone without you… like when those storms come in winter, I wouldn’t have been able to bear hiding in those caves without you…” As the memories came in, nostalgic tears ran down Jake’s face and he kissed the wolf’s forehead.
He suddenly reeled back from a slobbery lick to his whole face. Fluffy arms and paws grabbed him as he stumbled, pulling him to the ground against a chest. Teeth clenched onto his shirt, careful not to bite him, and tugged it off without his consent. Immediately after tossing the clothing aside, the warm tongue caressed his chest, gliding slowly across his skin. With it, a slow exhale washed over Jake in a breeze. The appendage went from his belly, all the way up to his neck, where it then cupped the back and wrapped over to his forehead.
Jake looked into the wolf’s maw, the throat expanding and contracting with each slow, breathing motion. Repeatedly, the gust of wind cast itself onto him. Every inch of his face was caressed and played with by the tongue, not in rapid playfulness, but a slow passion. The cascades of drool oozed down from her chops, running across Jake’s bare body.
He knew very well what Arla was going through.
“I will be keeping you in my guts for a long as I can, you wonderful morsel~.”
Barely a second later, Jake’s head was surrounded by Arla’s squelching throat again. Powerful swallows hastily pulled him further in.
*Gulp! Glurk! Glunk!*
Already, Arla fast approached his waist, lifting her head up and holding what remained of Jake aloft. With every swallow, the legs were pulled down, and she didn’t even savor the feet despite the savory sweetness slipping into her throat.
The predator moaned heavenly, looking back with a grim at her expanding midriff, and the moment it plopped downward a little having all of Jake within, it squeeeeezed.
“BEEUURROOPE!”
It shrunk just as a deflating balloon, forcing nearly every air pocket up the throat, leaving only the prey in her gut. Gurgling and groaning, her belly held little restraint making the boy hers again.
“You mean so much to me my human, and for that, I’ll keep you smothered in my guts all day and night to show you my love~.”
AHHHH I just loved making this! First time involving digestion with Arla too, and I'm just so happy how it came out!
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Awesome story! I feel like Arla is going to become a bit fatter in the near future.
Excellent work! Arla is always such a treat to see.
Usually not a big fan of digestion but this is you we are talking about so naturally it’s fantastic.
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