Tummy Time

I reached out to feel the warm, slick surface of the flesh surrounding me, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. “Did you really just…eat me?”

“What do you think?” Cindy’s voice came from all around me. “Mmm, you were so good!” I felt her body seem to sink down, and the flesh around me got warmer. She’d slid back down into the tub—so the water could help support my added weight, I guess.

“So…how long are you going to keep me in here?” I said. I was starting to get a little worried as the reality of the situation came home to me.

“As long as it takes to digest you,” she said calmly. “You did say I could have you, you know.”

“I didn’t think you could really do it!” I said.

“I know.” I could feel her smirking. “I get more prey that way.”

“But—I thought we had something,” I said inanely.

“We did. We had dinner. Or at least, I had it. You were it.” She sighed happily. “It’s going to be so nice having you as part of me.”

I felt her stomach muscles begin to tighten…

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