The House Special
 
 
  Lauren heaved a heavy sigh as she stared at the old fashioned digital clock that hung over the entryway of her workplace. Gary's Galactic Grill was by and large little more than an interstellar greasy spoon on an old mining station in the kuiper belt, but it was well liked by everything from silicon based rockmen to carbon based reptilians for adjusting its menu to fit all varieties of nutritional intake and diet. Today however, had been an absolutely dead day, with only a dozen or so customers showing up during her shift. It had been so slow in fact, that she was willing to clean the kitchen for no reason other than to pass the time. After giving another accusatory glance to the clock for not moving fast enough, she rolled the old cleaning cart in, and got to work scrubbing the Ioian barnacle buds from the disposal sink.
 
 
  Lauren was a lovely young human with a round, girlish face and Venusian proportions. She was fresh out of highschool and working her way towards her first semester of college, despite her family telling her she could easily be an interplanetary star if she applied at a talent agency. The thing was, she didn't really want fame, or the stress that came with it. Besides, with a Galactic human population of easily fifteen-billion, what were her real chances of being noticed? No. Lauren only wanted a single, potent relationship. Someone she could… give herself to.
 
 
  She flipped her voluminous, wavy, sandy brown hair behind her back and rolled her sleeves up her delicate, wheatish arms as she got to work. Of course the few customers that had shown up would want the fried barnacle medallions. These annoying things would regrow through their spores anywhere a tiny mote of moisture could be found. At least the restaurant didn't have trouble restocking its supply of the things, and all it took was a bit of elbow grease to get the sprouts off. It wasn't long before her bored desperation to find something to do caught the attention of the Martian cook Emira, who also happened to be her boss and the owner of the Griddle.
 
 
  "Damn. Things that silent out there that you're willing to do manual labor to get through the day your highness?" Emira always teased the girl about being too pretty to haunt a fast food joint such as this, as if she were a princess, and that if she wasn't careful, she'd get gobbled up by some evil dragon or wizard. Of course, such a prospect was… largely ridiculous. For one sentient to eat another was exceedingly rare but... not unheard of. There were… certain cultures that endorsed, even romanticized the idea. They were however, the exception rather than the rule, and it was bizarre to see such practice overall. The Martian had no idea when she toyed about like this, but such exotic ideologies were intriguing to Lauren.
 
 
  "I've decided to grace the lower subjects with my presence." the girl played along. "I like to see and consider all of the little people."
 
 
  Emira pulled the hair net off of her head, letting her golden locks bounce free for a moment. Even if they were more tangled than a flarg's nest, the woman, more slender, statuesque, and far taller than her earthling employee, managed to look equally fairy tale in her own way. "Oh, don't I feel honored to be the first to see you doing such then." Martians were an old offshoot of humanity from before the interstellar era, shortly before AI was declared sentient and made illegal to enslave. They developed to be much larger than the average homo-sapien on the colonies of the lower gravity planet, and had appetites to match, with the tallest of them easily reaching ten feet in height. In fact, the only sentients who ate more were the Froakin of Sylveus II.
 
 
  In fact it was one such alien that had smitten Lauren's heart and imagination. Groldonk was the human pronunciation of his exotic name. The earthen-green, froglike amphibian was quite old. Pushing a century in fact, and had something of a calm, grandfatherly air about him when he spoke. All the same, his species had intimidating brows that rose above their head like a gently curved crown, giving him a false visage of constant sternness. His large, four digited, webbed hands, which ended in slight bulbs, always seemed to her as though they were strong enough to punch through a wall, but he was more controlled and meek than even many of the employees here. He was every bit the capable, romantic gentlemen many straight girls dreamed of. Aside of course, for his immensely distendable gut. His people tended to swallow their food whole, resulting in their ordinarily small bellies ballooning outward to a surprising degree. To some, their eating habits might seem barbaric, but Lauren knew l better. Indeed, when she was at her most hormonal, she felt… jealous, in a way of the whole roasted venhogs he always ordered. They received a chance at intimacy with this fine specimen, more than most. To her embarrassment, though no one even had an inkling of her imagination, she found herself considering what it might be like to touch his moist skin. Or to hear his internal workings. To be so close to him. It had been roughly a month since his last visit, but she could still see him in her mind's eye as clearly as if he were there in front of her.
 
 
  Lauren was ripped from her fantasy as the telltale roar of an engine rumbling one of the station loading docks ripped through the restaurant. Things were very soon to become a great deal more busy as asteroid miners, shippers, and the odd traveler rushed in to get a taste of something other than company vessel rations. At the very least, she'd have more to pass the time with. With a bit more urgency, she polished off the sink, saving just a few of the polyps to seed tomorrow's breakfast rush.
 
 
  Fortunately for her, she wouldn't have to handle this sudden onslaught of business with only Emira. Two of her co-workers, one Martian and another Lylatian, entered through the doors as if on queue, ready to man the second register and another cooking station. Midri, the male vulpine Lylatian who also happened to be her neighbor, was quick to head into the freezer to pull out some of the venhogs to satisfy the coming demand. Meanwhile Byron, a shy Martian lad, stood beside her at the second station.
 
 
  The crowd rushed in like a wave crashing against a shore. More alien species of all shapes and sizes than one could count at a glance. Still, it only took a moment's scan for Lauren to spot him. Groldonk stood quietly and contemplatively at the back of the line. Immediately the girl felt a rush of emotions rush over her, while her heart began to pitter patter faster and faster. As each customer passed through her line and he grew closer, she only became more enamored and distracted until she could barely hold herself in anymore. When her favorite alien finally arrived at her register, she was almost certain that he could sense the awkward eagerness in her voice.
 
 
  "W-welcome back Groldonk!" she began in an overly chipper fashion. "Haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"
 
 
  "Oh. I'm well dear. Rrt! It's good to see you again." The creature's voice was surprisingly deep and melodious, occasionally broken up by the odd croak of sorts. "It's actually my centennial today, so I thought I might… Ort! Treat myself. Could I ask for a whole venhog roast again, a-and a personal fruit pie? Piyrr!"
 
 
  Lauren felt something switch in her mind as he made his usual order, plus a little something for his special day." Why… absolutely sir! I tell you what, for being such a l-loyal customer I tell you what. It's on the house sir!"
 
 
  "Oh my. That's very sweet of you, but you don't need to.. Rrt! Do anything like that sweety."
 
 
  "N-nonsense! I won't take no for an answer now. I'll take care of the payment. If you like you can find a comfortable booth, and I'll head back to the kitchen to see what pies we can put together for you."
 
 
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  "You want to what?!" Emira's voice was both shocked and incredulous. "You do understand you won't be coming back from this right?"
 
 
  "Yeah but… Come on. It's his hundredth! That sort of thing only comes across once in a lifetime. A human like me won't even see that long anyway."
 
 
  Emira sighed, but her expression soon turned from one of shock to one of intrigue and morbid curiosity. "And you wanna be conscious through it all? You're sure?"
 
 
  "One-hundred percent positive." came Lauren's decisive answer. "Come on. Think of it this way. You won't have to pay me this week. Also, I know it's weird but… something about him and you know… Thinking about being close to him. I-inside him… It just drives me crazy." She began to fidget comfortably, having finally divulged one of her most private secrets.
 
 
  "All hurt then." Emira's sudden rebound almost gave Lauren whiplash. "Get naked then."
 
 
  "That's it? Just like that?"
 
 
  "I'm not gonna lie. When I was your age, there was this saurian girl I was smitten with. I… just wanted to gobble her up."
 
 
  "And?"
 
 
  "I did. Only after going through the proper channels of course, but yeah." The Martian sighed. It was a combination of romantic, and mildly annoyed. "So I can't judge anyone for wanting to experience the intensity of being consumed. It would be a bit… hypocritical of me. You still have to ditch the fabric though. Nobody likes getting scraps of clothes in their food." She then gave a slightly mischievous smirk. "I hope you know, I like to toy with my sentient food… Especially when it's a cute princess like you."
 
 
  "C-cut it out."Lauren's face turned red, but she couldn't help smiling broadly as she removed her uniform tee. "You're making me blush." The stretchy, tight brown fabric struggled for a moment over her sizeable bosom, but soon enough gave way, revealing a delightful white lace bra underneath. This was the next to be tossed aside. The girl didn't consider herself slutty or whorish, not that she took issue with people who were, but something about this excited her dreadfully.
 
 
  Emira gave a playful wolf whistle. "Those are some delectable looking, puffy nips sweet meat." she said as she stepped forward, grabbing a handful of said breasts. "But let's not stop unwrapping there."
 
 
  Before Lauren could react, her boss had already unbuttoned and unzipped her dark denim pants. "Y-you're really into th-this huh?" she asked, stuttering and trembling with excitement more as the entire situation became more 'real' to her. It was all only finalized as Emira slid both pants and panties down to the ground, leaving the girl utterly naked in clear view of Midri.
 
 
  "You uhh, doin' what I think yer doin' there boss?" asked the canid.
 
 
  "Yep. Special order." Emira replied. "House special I guess you could call it, since we can only do it once, and here." she turned her attention back to Lauren, giggling and giving the girl a smack on the rear. "Go clean yourself up piglet. I'll get the rotisserie ready."
 
 
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  Lauren returned from the sink some time later, to find a roasting pit preheated to low heat. Two additional bars were affixed horizontally to tie the meal's arms and legs, without having to impale her. Whether this was a mercy or not, depended on who one asked about it. On the one hand, obviously this meant the girl wouldn't have to be speared. On the other hand, this meant she'd be more conscious for what was to come. Both Emira and Midri were perusing an assortment of earth veggies and sauce choices already. It all felt so surreal, yet immensely intense to her. All it took was a single statement, and the girl had agreed to throw her life in for a friendly acquaintance. Yet, in this moment, nothing could have felt more right to her.
 
 
  "Hurry up meat!" The Martian's voice was somehow both playful and stern. "Midri's got to get back to some of the other orders. Your boyfriend isn't the only customer we have here."
 
 
  Lauren felt a surge of girlish defensiveness rock through her for a moment, before she released it all with a giggle. "He's not my boyfriend. He's just a cool guy." she insisted, presenting herself butt first to her boss.
 
 
  "Yeah yeah. Pigs don't just throw themselves at any cool guy though." Emira continued to tease. With a surprisingly fluid motion, the powerful metahuman threw Lauren over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, which only gave the human even more respect for just how tall she was, and carried her the rest of the way to the rotisserie. "Not gonna lie. I'm pretty jealous of the frog." she said, carefully positioning Lauren on the pole, tying the bends of her knees and elbows to the stabilizers.
 
 
  Lauren gave a wince as the first wave of startling warmth hit her. It wasn't that terrible, yet. Like reaching into a hot oven to grab a tray of cookies, but she knew as she remained, it would all start to intensify. "H-hahh…" He took a moment to breathe. "Y-you know. I never actually took you for that kind of carnivore." she said as her body instinctively pulled against the cooking twine Emira used to stabilize her. "I-if you hadn't've told me just now."
 
 
  Emira licked her lips, feeling a primal arousal start to well up within her. "Oh yeah… That lizard girl wasn't my last either. Fortunately this time, station law means there aren't as many hoops to jump through as for the last human I roasted." Unable to help herself, she gave a quick swat to her former employee's rounded ass, drawing a surprised squeak from her.
 
 
  "How's this fungal barbecue sauce sound boss?" Midri's western Lylatian accent broke through as he held up a bottle of thick brown fluid. "I hear froakin love the stuff."
 
 
  "Sounds perfect munchkin. Tell you what. Toss me the biggest earth carrot we've got too, and a plumpfruit if we have any left. I wanna see if I can make this piglet squeal. After that, can I get you to polish off the rest of those burgers we've got on order?"
 
 
  Midri grumbled to himself for a moment. He actually wasn't that short, especially for a vulpine lylatian, but to the giantess who ran the place, he might as well have been a child, height wise. He handed Emira the items requested, then, with a sigh, sauntered back to the griddle.
 
 
  Lauren, meanwhile, squirmed a bit more on the pole she found herself rather attached to. She still wanted this. No doubt, but she had never seen this side of Emira before. "You really do dig this kinda thing huh?"
 
 
  Emira impish smiles seemed to evolve to be more and more devilish as each moment went on. "Call me hypersexualized…" she began, uncharacteristically shy at first but quickly gaining confidence. After all, what could Lauren even do about this revelation at this point? "There's something… deeply intimate, about preparing another sentient in their last moments. Something more impactful than just… shacking up." She licked her lips and drizzled a bit of the savory smelling sauce Midri had given her over Lauren's pert butt. "Something doubly primal."
 
 
  Lauren felt a tingling feeling in her chest, despite the heat enveloping her. She couldn't deny that desire for perverted intimacy. It was after all, that had spurred her into this position after all. Though for her it was exotic. Taboo and exciting. Listening to Emira, it sounded like she had an old addiction returning. Still, the girl was in no position to change her mind now. Neither for her own benefit, nor for Emira's. She shivered, feeling the soft, yet resistant bristles of a basting brush get to work evening out the sauce on her backside, which had already begun to warm up, slightly alarmingly.
 
 
  "Now, shall we get you spinning?" Emira asked, as if Lauren had a choice.
 
 
  Before the human could give an answer, she heard the click of a button behind her, followed by a slight buzzing noise as the engine kicked in to begin rotating her. Emira probably was just as experienced as she claimed, as it was only now that she'd noticed how her head and hair had been kept from the most intense heat to prevent the latter from catching fire. Indeed, such thoughts about her state of body were all she had right now, aside from the guilty delight at considering where she was going.
 
 
  Emira began to hum a cheerful if, slightly haunting tune while she poured another layer of sauce, this time onto the meal's belly as she turned upside down. Just as soon as the fluid began to pool and dribble down the side of the meat, the brush would meet each drizzle, it's bristles tickling back up to her skin. Again and again, this process would repeat itself, until every inch of you young, supple body, up to her neck, was coated in the savory sauce. She felt every bit a piece of meat as any of the venhogs that rode this very same implement every day.
 
 
  Suddenly the touch of the brush subsided, and Lauren felt Emira's shadow step away. "Getting there piglet~" the martian reminded her. "We've got a few garnishes to add for… traditional purposes, and then have to let you spin for a while longer, then you're golden… Heh… golden brown rather. Well as close as you can get. Froakin like their meat a little… squirmy still, as you know."
 
 
  At that, Lauren felt something hard, pointed, and comparatively cold jab her in the rear. She had a brief moment of mild panic as she realized what that meant for her.
 
 
  "Hoof. Midri really picked a prize winner didn't he? Gonna have a tough time jamming this number into you…" Emira's voice seemed cruel, and eager. She'd been anticipating this bit since Lauren came to her. Without further warning the surprisingly sharp, if supple tip of a large carrot broke through Lauren's backdoor, pulling a yelp from her as she looked back. Her eyes widened a bit. Currently, it was only the thin edge of the root, but the entire thing widened out very quickly the nearer it got to the top.
 
 
  "I-is that all going inside m-me?" Lauren swallowed hard.
 
 
  "With a little elbow grease…" Emira teased, pushing the earth vegetable in just a smidgen further.
 
 
  Lauren twitched on the pole and let out a loud yelp, a bit embarrassed afterwards at the thought that certain of the customers might have heard her. Emira's assault had begun relatively gentle, but was picking up force with every moment. "H-hahhhh! C-come on! Can't we use a smal-ler!" She was interrupted as Emira next started to rotate the carrot in, as if she were literally trying to screw it in. "Guh… mngghh…"
 
 
  "You opted for the total package dear." Emira slowly managed another few inches. "You're getting the full experience~" Grunt after grunt from both involved, the cruel, pointed, vegetable pressed and rotated deeper and deeper in, until Lauren could feel it so deeply embedded in her tightened butt that she was certain the entire length of the thing was more than half a foot in.
 
 
  Panting and gasping like an exhausted dog, Lauren looked back, trembling, to see if Emira would still try to coax a bit more distance, only to have a bright purple alien plumpfruit shoved into her maw, with its sensual ridges tickling the roof of her mouth. She went crosseyed to stare at it for a moment, before looking confused again at Emira.
 
 
  "Full experience." was the only answer she got back, before another round of basting began afterwards. "Don't worry though. I'll let you have one last word with your old boy before we go." Emira smirked.
 
 
  It was here, silenced except to grunt and moan now again, that Lauren became once more aware of the heat surrounding her. It was an odd thing to consider that she was roasting alive to a medium-rare, not by her consumer's behest, but her own. Even more surreal was the realization that this would be the last request she could ever make. As she rotated upside down one more time however, she reminded herself that this was what she wanted. It was liberating, in a sense. Such an erotic, exotic, final chapter to her otherwise plain life, Emira's taunting and all. She couldn't have asked for a better story. The pole made another turn, and another. She truly was cooking now. This wasn't just some distant result to dream about. She was knee deep in her fantasy. She closed her eyes, imagining impatiently what was to come, and made yet another turn in the heat.
 
 
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  Lauren wasn't sure how long she'd been rotating on the spit. Her entire body felt… loose. That was the only way she could think to describe it. Loose like well worn, comfortable clothes, though she was still unquestionably naked. Not that Emira would ever give her a chance to describe it. Each time the fruit would fall from her mouth, the Martian would replace it. Either with the same one, or with another. The slightly used tart produce was always sent Midri's way, just out of Lauren's view.
 
 
  Now and again, the martian would tap Lauren's sizeable breasts and large nipples as she passed by, in between taking care of other orders, and as the girl wondered what had become of the several gags she'd gone through, Emira passed by once more. This time however, she didn't give a playful slap, but rather held the spatula down, smiling emphatically.
 
 
  "Nice and browned on the surface." she remarked. "But still squirming. I think we hit the golden time for you meat." She turned to face the other side of the kitchen and gave a shout. "Hey Midri! You got those fruit pies ready?" She didn't even wait for an answer before she turned off the rotisserie and wheeled a fancy silver platter up the the half cooked girl. Lauren weakly double took at the sight of it. It was far too fancy for a cheap joint like this, with its hand smithed beveled flower sides, not that she was going to complain.
 
 
  "Yeah yeah. Pies are done." came Midri's voice, While Emira carefully, yet somewhat callously slid Lauren off of the spit and onto the platter. Here, the human quickly learned that, while she could slightly wriggle about, she was far too weak now to truly move. This was it. It was finally time…
 
 
  Before she could even moan around her latest plumpfruit gag, Lauren was covered up, still lightly steaming, and wheeled out to the dining area. She could still hear the sound of a few patrons chattering outside, but by and large, it seemed most of the crowd had come and gone. The girl could feel her heart pounding. It would only be seconds before…
 
 
  "We apologize for the wait." Her manager's voice came outside, muffled by the platter cover. "But please enjoy this house special of locally sourced meat, on the house~"
 
 
  With that, Lauren's eyes were suddenly assaulted with light once more. Once they had finally adjusted, she found herself atop the table, directly in front of him. His belly… the belly she would soon find herself in… was clearly visible to her. For now it was concave and gaunt, but she knew from watching him before that that would change once he had eaten. Once he had eaten her. Her heart was now pattering in her chest more than she had ever felt in her life, and she stared up at Groldonk adoringly, just as Emira removed the plumpfruit.
 
 
  "Happy birthday!" the girl chirped as well as she could, half roasted as she currently was.
 
 
"Oh my… Rrt!" The froakin looked genuinely surprised and a bit embarrassed at the sight of his local friend roasted and served right in front of him. "Lauren dear this is very… Rrbrrt… It's very kind but… I don't know if I can eat a sweet young thing like you…"
 
 
  "Ohh… But why not s-sir?" Lauren's voice was somewhere between desperate and hopeful as she tauntingly wiggled her rear for him. "I'm just the way you like. Rare~"
 
 
  "It's just that… Rrt… You're still a young thing. So much to experience and…" He couldn't help himself, and carefully picked her up from the various plimpfruit pies she had been served with, such that she was at eye level.
 
 
  "But I want to experience this Groldonk." Lauren retorted, looking longingly into his sharp eyes. "For your special day." she then added with a smile.
 
 
  "It's just that I've never… Rerrt… eaten a sentient before and…"
 
 
  "Then haven't you earned a treat by now?"
 
 
  The alien gave a long pause, as he drew her closer to his mouth. "I… I… You're… Rrt… certain about this?"
 
 
  "More than anything in my life. Happy Birthday Groldonk~"
 
 
  After another moment's hesitation, the beloved customer finally gave in, sliding Lauren face first over his tongue. She felt a rush of elation, coupled with a touch of instinctive fear wash over her. His tongue felt even more stimulating than she could imagine, full of soft, wet, delightful bumps that tasted every inch of her they touched. Further and further, his lips pulled her young body in while he moaned in delight at her human flavor, complimented by the special sauce she had been carefully basted in all this time. Soon enough her breasts were rubbed up against his tasting member. Here, the spongey, slightly rough texture of his tongue drove shocking jolts of pleasure from her huge, rounded areola and tips all the way up her spine. She couldn't help but give a loud moan at the sensation, squirming in delight. She had put more thought into the intensity of what she was doing than the sensuality of it all, and the surprisingly overwhelming pleasure completely overtook her mind as he worked.
 
 
  Finally the frogman wriggled her hips all the way into his maw. To him, this was the juiciest, rarest portion of the meal, and there was a reason for that. Whether intentionally or otherwise, his wide, powerful tongue had found its way perfectly between Lauren's legs, and spread them wide enough to lap up and down over her womanhood. Immediately she let out a squeal of delight as her lady lips quickly began to add to her own baste While her groans of pleasure were muffled by his throat, her experience was not. Pass after pass pushed the girl closer and closer to the edge. Each taste bud massaged her vulva and rubbed up against her labia in a nonstop assault of her sense of touch such that, even though it had only been a few moments, to Lauren, it felt as though an entire night of deep passion had passed. This continued, building up mercilessly unti, in a moment of heavenly release, she suddenly squealed. All it had taken was Groldonk's fascination with the taste and texture of this human's love canal, and she orgasmed more deeply than she had in her entire life. More than any night to her own devices, and more than any human lover could have ever given her.
 
 
  Overwhelmed, she went utterly limp, and wet. Her intense climax caused her to squirt feminine juices all over Groldonk's tongue and lips behind her, such that the torrent even began to dribble over onto his chin.
 
 
  Slightly embarrassed by all this, Groldonk raised his chin up and began to swallow more intensely. More purposefully, to catch as much of her… secret sauce as he possibly could. Truly it was a variable flash flood of unexpected flavor in his mouth that only made the meal that much lot memorable, if a bit more messy.
 
 
  Physically utterly spent, Lauren was like putty on the froakin's tongue. Easily shifted side to side, or more importantly, down. Her eyes and heart both fluttered as she gave in without a moment's resistance, allowing the peristaltic motions of her alien 'lover's' throat to take her down. Deeper and deeper.
 
 
  The world grew dark, save for a slight, comforting glow that came from the outside world. Still basking in her final lay, and the fact that she had fulfilled her secret fantasy, she simply lay there curled up inside a froakin. Everyone outside no doubt could see how much she had filled his tummy, knowing that she would provide nutrition for him for days. She was a gourmet meal to be enjoyed, and this felt simultaneously prideful… and delightfully objectifying to her. The voices outside were difficult to make out, but she could certainly make them out when she focused. More easily however, she could not just hear, but also feel every ribbit, and every word Groldonk made…
 
 
  "Wow… you actually ate one of the waitresses here?" came a masculine voice she didn't quite recognize.
 
 
  "Oh! Well… Rrt…" Groldonk's voice was calm, yet just a touch concerned. "She had already had herself cooked and… Rhet… I hated to have her go to all the trouble for nothing." There was a moment's pregnant pause before he spoke again, his tone a touch more decadent. "And well… she most certainly was one of the most delicious things I've ever… Rott… tasted. I must say."
 
 
  "I mean… she definitely looked into it." This voice was clearly a female human, or martian. "Gotta say, it was pretty wild to watch. She was like, a person but, she legit wanted it. I guess there still are things to discover these days. At least about ourselves…"
 
 
  Lauren felt a new wave of gratification overtake her at this, even as the first tinges of the frog's stomach acids began to affect her. She was going to be organically processed by his body into a lump of nutrients, distributed through his body and become a part of him. Maybe some of her would be used to… power his muscles as he worked or… build new cells, but she didn't mind. It felt… right… to be a part of him like this. To be the fuel for the first part of his hundredth year. To Groldonk, it was a wondrous beginning, and possibly, a new culinary passion. As he stood up, Lauren could feel herself slosh about inside him like a toy swirled about in a pool. She couldn't help but give another moan from inside. Audible to any and everyone inside, which gave Groldonk another moment of embarrassment though, anyone could also just as easily see the satisfaction on his face.
 
 
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  Each step bounced her to one side, then the other, and then back again as the amphibian made his way back to his quarters on the ship. Of course he was too polite to burp or give any other sign of gastronomic… activity, but Lauren could hear every subtle grumble his stomach would make. Every squelching, sloshing, or squishing noise meant she was that much closer to being digested. To finishing her final purpose.
 
 
  Lauren wasn't sure exactly where she was going, but the frequency at which she was sloshed about told her that she, and more importantly her consumer, were certainly ambulatory. She felt him rub his belly and by extension her, before beginning to walk up a flight of stairs.
 
 
  "Well that was… Rrt… a wonderful treat sweety. Thank you…"
 
 
  If he could have seen her, Groldonk would have seen the girl blush deeply inside of him.
 
 
  "I do believe you enjoyed yourself… Rrt… as well. Yes?"
 
 
  Lauren found it difficult to speak at this point, but a quick stir from inside him told Groldonk all he wanted to know.
 
 
  "I'm glad we were able to make… Rhet… each other's day something special then." He rubbed his belly once more.
 
 
  To Lauren, it was like having her body stimulated by a lover one more time, and she reached down between her legs to… consecrate herself to it one more time. This was the verbage she assured herself with at any rate, as Groldonk returned to his room to take a nap. This was the truest form of celebrity she could ever have wanted for herself. Better than being watched and debated by the masses, she was enjoyed deeply by a single person. She was effortlessly swished onto her side as he laid down, where she continued to toy with herself well into the night. Well into her digestion, until the newly centennial froakin's body finally, completely claimed her own.