“Ahhhh…..”

Infiltration was second nature for a changeling, but even so this particularly tubby target had been a bit more than this particular drone’s now comically distended tummy was used to. The blubbery brown bitch he had been assigned to discretely devour proving to be an uncharacteristically large helping of horse flesh, though it hadn’t been enough to prevent the ambitious predator from working his ravenous lips over this substantial serving of wriggling chevaline.  She had tried to struggle of course, but lacking magic in the end there was little the well-endowed earth pony could do to prevent the brazen bug from bolting her down after the sudden surprise of his hungry maw wrapping over the back of her unsuspecting head with a surging slurp.

 The startled squirming ending with a satisfied belch, as the efficiently eaten equine was reduced to just a sizable swelling in the shapeshifter’s stomach.  The soft curves of the plump pony proving a little difficult to pack away, but thankfully the mare’s filled-out flanks and bubbly belly had been able to squish down the drone’s tight throat without incident. The entire equine he had eaten now little more than food, but even so his calorie-rich conquest felt the need to let out a few stifled bleats against the fact she was currently marinating in gastric juices. The clammy conditions of her claustrophobic confinement prompting the opinionated lump of portly pony protein to quiver with a trapped twitching, that was more a waste of the chubby equine’s energy than any form of meaningful protest.   

The insect had ingested her, and now it was only fair that he got to keep her, as the drone could already feel the onset of a food coma, as his body geared up to break down the mare into the plentiful nutrients that she had been hoarding on her filled-out figure. The swallowed slut some secretary named Pencil Test, and though she herself was unimportant, she worked for a rather high-ranking member of the board at a corporation that had taken the Hive’s interest, consigning her to be consumed as nothing more than a pudgy pawn of industrial espionage.

It was just a bonus that she made for such a hearty meal of mare meat, so in the grand scheme of things it was probably inevitable that she would end up snuggly stowed in a drone’s gurgling gut eventually, as was a pony’s proper place.  Penny’s lot in life reduced to a juicy bundle of flabby female flesh neatly folded up in the churning care of his transparent tummy, and before long she would cease her weak worming, tuck her head in and become little more than a shrinking bulge of soon to be adipose, gradually rounding out as his bloated belly began to steadily shrink with a string of glacial groans and glorps, as her buxom body melted like butter within the sweltering pressure cooker of the changeling’s gut.  In a couple of hours perhaps he would burp up her nerdy glasses, as she stewed into a stew-like slurry like the countless hay burgers Penny had helped herself to over the years, as the purpose of her metabolizable base components became little more than readily absorbed fuel for the frame of something higher in the food chain.

For now though, the shapely details of his doughy dinner were clear as day through the strained hide of his carapace, as the mare meekly fidgeted against the churning embrace of the well-stuffed stomach. The changeling’s leathery exoskeleton more than capable of expanding to accommodate the heavy deadweight of his pony passenger, even if his unwilling occupant was not too happy about the acrid conditions of the gastric sack she had been unceremoniously stuffed into, after her saliva-soaked slide down a glugging gullet. Of course, Penny’s ineffectual bucking would fade in time as the stomach smothered her down into a molten mush of lysing lipids,  and before long she would be little more than a chunky chyme pumping through the intestines of the changeling that would replace her. The changeling casually donning the appearance and easily replicated mannerisms of the lavish load of lady lunchmeat he had liquidated, and it was likely some of his paunchy prey would still be sloshing in his stomach when he took her place at the office on Monday with no pony any the wiser that the real Penny was currently a fresh layer of flank fat on the round rump of her equally dumpy doubleganger…..

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When a changeling is instructed to devour and replace a certain chonky secretary, he failed to be properly briefed about how massive a meal he was about to have to loyally indulge in...

A lemon collab between me and Crazy ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). This one features Penny's Pencil Test getting rudely introduced to a voracious Changeling's digestive tract...

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