As your hands massaged the wriggling belly, bearing the imprints of the unfortunate prey, your captor had barely acknowledged you, only voicing occasional grunts of what you thought was approval. Perhaps this was her unique form of appreciation; that’s what you said to yourself—until she abruptly fixed her gaze on you; and In one swift motion, she snapped her head down, engulfing your upper half in her jaws. Sticky saliva adhered to your clothes almost instantly, and before you fully comprehended the situation, she lifted your lower half and lowered you into her gaping maw, your upper half sliding down her throat while the remainder of your body followed suit. There were no delays, no comments—just a rapid consumption.

Inside the constricted confines of her belly, you collided with others who had met a similar fate. The space was cramped, the walls contracting like a glove, exerting a nearly crushing force that pushed everyone together. The air was thin, carrying a sour and meaty scent. Just as you thought the ordeal had concluded, more people joined the gastric cauldron, becoming additional victims of her insatiable appetite. The environment was so tight that any movement became impossible. Your body felt itchy as the acids touched your skin, and as she reclined on the floor, you were jostled around, your bones creaking under the heightened pressure. Staying awake became a challenge, your body burning as her acids singed your skin, fatigue overwhelming you as her taunts echoed in your fading consciousness. Suddenly, everything tightened further; her stomach walls closing in on everyone. A billowing belch, a crude expulsion of the remaining air, and the audible crunching of bones accompanied the final moments before everything faded to black.

Outside, Amelia rested on her distended gut, the belch relieving the pressure within. The once-defined bulges on her abdomen became less pronounced, and as her stomach collapsed upon itself, it grew sloshier. The prey within ceased any signs of movement. She decided to linger in the alley until her gut reached a more manageable level, indifferent to the possibility of being seen. If anyone dared to confront her…well, she had just made some space.
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Just finished this, and gave a name to the character from "Hard Decisions" Take this as a sequel to that :D
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