The acrid, suffocating heat filled JT’s lungs as she cried out; the merciless acid in the donkey’s ravenous gut stripping fur and flesh with every futile squirm.

The mule felt bold inviting the cute new intern to dinner. He was nice and rather charming, always flashing a smile or going out of his way to say good morning to her as he made his way into the office each morning.

Prone to anxiety and shy to a fault, it has been ages since she'd been on a date. Bolstered by a good friend, she found the courage to ask him out on a date, telling herself through shaking palms "You deserve this, girl. He may just be the one..."

Now wheezing through bleeding, tattered lungs that rattled out her useless pleading, JT could still dimly recall the donkey's response.

"Dinner, with a pretty girl like you? Oh, I would LOVE to! I've been dying to have the two of us get closer for a long time now~"

JT sobbed as she sunk deeper into the chunky pool of her own digesting body. The donkey was playfully jostling his gut, no doubt smug and satiated as the acid splashed across the mule's ravaged body and burrowed deep into her open wounds, causing her to buck and snap softened bones as the walls closed in like a vise around her.

She had wanted so badly to just have a nice evening...to see her love life turn around for once, to have luck and fate smile on her after so many failed attempts and broken hearts.

And now she was nothing more than food. Churned and digested like nothing more than a fat, juicy streak or greasy hamburger.

She dared to dream of an evening that ended in a lovely walk through the park with the charming intern, and now she would spend all night chugging through his greedy intestines; her body, her hopes, and her dreams reduced to sloshing, calorie-rich sludge for the donkey leach dry before cramming whatever was left into his eager bowels for his morning ritual.

JT's consciousness went dark as the stomach walls crushed tighter, squeezing around her broken body like a vacuum-seal bag, the sound of her own cracking skull barely audible in the acid-scorched holes where her large ears once were.

She just wanted love...just wanted companionship....

Unfortunately for her, he just wanted dinner.

BRRRUUUAAARPPPPPPPPPPPP

Bianchi belched hard, spraying chunks of digested mule across the table as he squeezed his belly tight and expelled the last bit of air in his guts.

The hard, rigid outlines of his belly went soft as the mule inside him was wadded into a ball, the donkey unloading fat globs of cum across the floor as his insides softened.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, feeling his belly sag and slosh as the mule's innards burst inside him and spilled out.

"Just like popping an overripe grape," he said with a sigh, his massive body slouching into the plus-sized booth he had reserved for him and his dinner.

As if on cue, the shiba inu waitress appeared from the doorway, warm-towel in hand as she approached.

"We are so happy to have you join us and our establishment once again, Mr. Bianchi. I take it dinner was to your satisfaction?

The bloated donkey casually thumped his massive belly, groaning in pleasure at the disparate chunks of bone and sinew passed through the mass of mule meat wadded up inside him.

"Oh yes, I haven't had a meal that good in a loooong time."

The shiba inu smiled as she began to dutifully clearing the table, utterly unfazed as she wiped up pieces of meat and flesh from the table.

"Very good then, sir. Shall we be charging this to your regular account? And please be aware that as a regular customer to the Sohji Suru restaurant, the clothing disposal and disavowing of your presence here tonight is complimentary and a formal courtesy of the house."

"Thank you very much, Kiko." Bianchi said, his body going slack as he settled in to rest. "Put it on my tab. Oh, and do be a darling and close the shade for me, please. Gonna get some sleep while my date breaks down a little. Poor girl wasn't much of a fighter going down, but I can tell she's not gonna go through my guts quietly."

"Very good, sir. Please relax and enjoy our accommodations." Kiko said, making her swift exit. "And if I do say so myself, sir. She looked awfully delicious."

"She was, Kiko." Bianchi said, resting his hands on his gut and gently massaging the gurgling, blorping mass as his eyelids closed. "She truly was."

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This AMAZING piece comes courtesy of HungrySuccubus, and features the utterly lovely JayTeeMule as my (un)lucky meal~

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