I've already gotten a gallery set up with a few stories of mine. I'm delighted to see a lot of people faving them, but haven't seen many comments about exactly why people did/didn't like them. So I figured I'd post them over here to see if I can get some more granular feedback. Positive, negative, or just wishing you got eaten by so and so next, I'd love to see what you think!
Overprotective (F/M, micro/macro, accidental and unaware nonfatal vore, full tour, names applied to characters that don't even remotely resemble their canon selves and a LOT of scat):
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Alue checked her phone as she hurried through the mall's front doors, shivering just slightly as she felt a welcome rush of cool air over her body. She read the latest message from her friend, that they should be somewhere around the food court. The wolf looked around until she saw a familiar vixen waving towards her, sitting next to two other friends. "There you are!" She said cheerfully as she approached. The light gray wolf sat down, adjusting her skirt a bit as she scooted up to the table. Followed by the predictable greetings, the vixen inquired about her tardyness. "Was your dad asking a hundred questions again?"
"No, just had to stop for gas. I actually didn't see him today! No idea where he got off to..."
"Well that's a relief! I swear he just doesn't know when to stop prying." The vixen replied, as Alue nodded. "You got here just in time though. We ordered you a burger, and I was gonna eat it if it got here without you!"
As they spoke, they were unaware that Alue's father was quite close, listening to every word. The wolfdog had found someone that could shrink him, and now sat in her daughter's shirt pocket, a mere three inches tall. Balto had a bad feeling that his daughter might be hanging around some less than savory friends. Such unfounded fears along with the belief that she never told him the full truth led him to come up with this convoluted scheme to eavesdrop, and find out what her friends were truly like.
As he sat and listened however, he would hear nothing but what anyone would expect a few high school seniors to talk about. Alue and her friends sat talking about various mundane topics, including a teacher they weren't fond of, an upcoming concert, and each of their crushes. Balto only felt a little bit of relief from the regular conversation, still convinced her daughter must've been hiding *something.*
After several minutes, a server from the nearby burger joint brought out each of their meals. Except for their vegan friend, each got a small plastic basket with an opened burger, plus various toppings on the side to add on. Alue only reached for the ketchup, slathering it on before she heard each of her friends laugh. "Hey, check out this cat!" The vixen told her, holding her phone up for the party to look at.
“Oh, let me see!” Alue said as she leaned over the table. Balto gasped as he was suddenly sent tumbling out of his daughter's pocket! He grabbed wildly for any clothing, but it was too late. The half wolf was in a free fall, plummeting towards the hard surface below, before abruptly landing in something hot and squishy. A slice of melted cheese, atop the teenage wolfdog's burger had broken his fall, leaving him relatively unharmed.
Several giggles could be heard above him, the canine and her friends apparently not noticing him as they watched the video of a small kitten accidentally tumbling down some stairs. Balto realized he still had a chance to get away unseen, and tried to sit up. The melted cheese held him onto the patty, not allowing him to get up. He struggled as he attempted to free himself, hoping that his daughter and his friends wouldn't catch him trying to spy. Luckily for him, they wouldn't catch on to his presence, but only because Alue had placed the bun back onto her burger. “I'm so hungry... I bet I could eat this thing in a couple of bites.” She idly mused, as she started to lift the burger.
“No!” Balto shouted, giving up on attempting to hide himself. “Alue, I'm in here!” The bun completely muffled the small canine's already quiet voice. He managed to get an arm free from the cheese, still shouting in vain as he fumbled to find his cell phone. The wolfdog got ahold, just as his daughter's teeth came down, barely missing his body.
Alue chewed the large bite a bit before swallowing it down. As the lump of chewed meat and bread slid down her gullet, she heard her phone ring. With the burger held in one paw, she reached down to pick up the phone with the other and answer it.
“Alue, stop!” The voice on the other end shouted, hard to understand, but very clearly that of Balto. “Dad, I told you there's nothing wrong with my friends! Stop bothering me about it already!” The canine sounded particularly annoyed, as she took another large bite out of her burger.
“No! Gah, d-n't -ollow! Don-” The voice became garbled before the call dropped. “Dad?” Alue asked once through the mouthful of food, before quickly gulping it down. “Are you still there!”
“Don't swallow!” Balto screamed one more time, but even inside of the other dogwolf's maw, his voice couldn't carry through the wet sounds of food being shoved around her maw. With one firm press of her tongue, him and the barely chewed burger were shoved past her throat, and towards her softly rumbling belly below. Alue put her phone back down, deciding she didn't want to try to deal with Balto's displeasure. She noticed the unusual solid lump, but only put it up to not chewing her food right.
The male wolfdog struggled inside of the gullet, outstretching his arms and legs as he attempted to stop his descent towards his daughter's stomach. The tiny morsel couldn't manage any meaningful resistance against the muscles in her food pipe however. With the tunnel clenching every few seconds, shoving him and the bite of burger a couple of inches deeper every time, he was soon forced against a tight ring of flesh. With another contraction he was shoved tightly against it, but didn't make it through. He was filled with a brief sense of relief, thinking that Alue would have to vomit him back out if he couldn't go through!
The accidental predator wasn't so quick to give up when she felt her unchewed food stop just before her stomach however. She beat on her chest a couple of times, before swallowing a large gulp of air. “I just wish he'd stop obssessing like that.” She said to her friends, hoping to move on from that brief phone exchange and to distract them from her food trouble. “I'm afraid he's just going to start following me around...” She took another gulp of air.
Balto felt a shove as a bubble of air was forced down onto him, shoving him against the sphincter. He held fast with his back against the ring of flesh, temporarily succeeding in stopping his descent. But with the second swallow the pressure became too great, and his legs folded up as he was finally shoved rump first into the stomach.
The tiny wolfdog landed with a splat in a thick pool of slime at the bottom of the stomach. He didn't remain seated for long, as the sack of flesh clenched and churned, throwing him face first into the mix of gastric juices and Alue's lunch. For a minute he tried repeatedly to stand, or at least sit upright within the chamber, but could never manage for more than a few seconds before slipping or being tossed around. He gave up just as the final glob of chewed up meat and bread slid down, landing with a squish near him.
“Have to get out...” He mumbled under his breath. He knew what would happen if he remained in the stomach for too long. The same thing that would happen to that burger, and every other piece of food that had ever been in here. The wolfdog started to work his way towards where he came, to attempt to climb back up the predator's throat. He quickly became disoriented when he felt a small gust, and his ears pop from a sudden pressure change.
*Urrrrrhhp!* “Oh, excuse me...” Alue mumbled.
“Wow! Maybe you shouldn't wolf down your food!” One of her friends teased.
“Oh, hush...” She mumbled.
The loud belch also caused the wolf's belly to contract, knocking Balto onto his back. He managed to sit up again in the mess of chewed food, sitting still as panic began to set in. Alue had no idea that he was stuck in her body, and her stomach had no idea that he was anything besides a chunk of meat, just like the bits of hamburger floating around him. He whimpered, thinking about how long it would take the gastric juices to claim him. His mind wandered to thinking of if she'd ever even know. Maybe if she bothered to look when whatever was left came out the other end...
The wolf shook his head. "No!" He shouted to nobody in particular, as he began to blindly dig around in the muck, trying again to find the esophagus. He knew he must have been close when another chunk of chewed up hamburger came and hit him, but it caused him slip and lose his bearings, erasing any progress he had made. Alue in the meantime was completely unaware of the struggle occuring in her stomach, save for an occasional tickle whenever the micro's fuzzy body rubbed hard enough against the flesh. In fact, she still felt hungry enough to get up and go order a second burger.
The predator’s insides swayed as she walked, pushing Balto back and forth as he attempted to hold his ground. He failed to keep himself from getting pushed around the belly, but by luck his arms brushed against a tight fleshy ring! Reacting quickly he managed to shove his handpaws inside, anchoring him even as the half filled stomach churned around him. “Yes!” With all his might, he pulled himself forward. Slowly he eased his arms, and then his head into the fleshy tunnel. All he had to do was push his way up, and hope his daughter didn’t swallow him back down before she realized it was him. He slowly worked his chest inside, but once his belly was out of the stomach, he lost traction and lay stuck. He worried that he would just be pushed back into the digestive pit, until he felt a gentle pull by the tunnel, starting to suck him the rest of the way out of that pit! The dogwolf sighed with relief, but quickly realized something was wrong. Why was the gullet pulling him...?
Balto felt a shiver as he came to realize what was occurring and tried to squirm back out of the hole, but it was too late. His feet slid past the sphincter, sealing him into the intestines. He yelled out in frustration as he thrashed to stop himself, to no avail. The wolfdog had just passed the point of no return, ensuring that the only way he could possibly exit his daughter’s digestive system was the same way all food eventually did.
As her intestines slowly inched her living meal through her duodenum, Alue would eat her second burger, and continue to have light conversation with her friends. The odd tickle in her stomach had vanished, as it rumbled and churned to digest all of the meat, bread, and cheese she had sent down. After some time she would momentarily excuse herself from the group, and find a quiet corner of the mall. Confident nobody around could hear, she sighed and relaxed...
*phfffeeerrt!*
Balto groaned as he heard, and felt the rumble of what was likely the first of many reminders of where he would ultimately end up.
The rest of Alue's day was fairly uneventful. After she left the mall she tried to call her dad back, but could only leave a message. It seemed unusual that he wouldn’t answer, or be around to question her. She paid little worry to his however, confident that he must be someplace close by. If only the poor girl had any idea of exactly how close.
As unfortunate as the micro’s situation seemed, he had gotten lucky with his wrong-way escape. It took only about an hour for the stomach to completely liquefy what was probably close to his weight in hamburger meat. He gave up struggling, as it didn’t seem to afford him any meaningful progress through the wolfess’ digestive system. He could only wait as the intestines inched him along, agonizingly slowly. The tunnel very gently pulsed in sync with the sound of his daughter’s heartbeat. It would almost be calming, were the sound not almost completely drowned out by the wet gurgles of the stomach below, and squelching of older food shifting in the bowels below. The sounds above worried him more, as they seemed to be getting closer. He realized that Alue’s gut would be likely to release him along with everything he was eaten with. The canine shuddered, trying to put such thoughts out of his head.
Unfortunately there was really nothing he could distract himself with. Every squeeze of the muscles around, every sickening sound from above and below, and every bit of gastric slime around all reminded him of the same thing. Even if he escaped a more grizzly demise, he was still being treated like a piece of food by his daughter’s body, and he would experience every stage that a typical meal would go through, in more intimacy than a reasonable person could possibly ever want.
As the hours ticked on, he would begin to feel a slight pressure behind him. Fluid leaking past his shoulders some time after confirmed his suspicions, that Alue’s lunch had caught up with him. It had long since been broken down into an unrecognizable goo, but the former burgers still had quite a bit of processing to go through before the wolf girl’s body was through with them. The scent was unpleasant, but it still smelled much more of vomit than anything else. Of course, it would change for the worse sooner or later. Like every other detail of his impromptu biology lesson, he tried mostly in vain to put it out of his head. The various sounds of the girl’s body had mostly blended together for him, but he could hear a faint gulping, and the stomach sounding a bit more active.
As was Balto’s luck, Alue’s dinner would eventually catch up as well. All of that muck was further broken down from thick goo, into a very loose liquid as the wolfdog’s gut flora worked on further refining it into its base elements that could finally be absorbed. Naturally, there was quite a bit of bulk left behind. Materials that the girl’s body had no use for. Waste. The thought of being surrounded by slowly forming scat was only slightly more horrifying than the thought of simply being ejected out of his own daughter’s backside. Focusing hard, he finally began to succeed in bringing his focus away from his situation. Almost as though he was figuring out how to meditate in this harsh gastric environment. His attempt to clear his mind failed however, with a powerful rumble and another loud rip of gas from below. After an unknown number of hours with potentially many more to go, the poor canine finally broke. He began to sob in his increasingly rancid confines, careful to keep his eyes tightly shut, as though it might do some good in the long run.
The usual chorus of sounds from the wolfdog’s body were soon joined by yet another. From futher away than the gurgling, gassy digestive system or the beating heart, a soft snoring. Alue had gone to sleep. Balto could at least be sure that it was now night on the outside. He was exhausted, but couldn’t hope to be able to get any meaningful rest within the predator’s bowels. Instead he lay and endured as the intestines inched him forward, painfully slowly, until his head bumped against another tight ring of flesh. He had a brief moment of rejoice, believing that he must be sitting against the giant’s anus. He found new strength to struggle, and with great effort, started to pry open the sphincter. He soon realized that he was not pushing his way out of his daughter’s body, but rather into her colon. He still felt relief, as he realized the large intestine was looser around him. Without being tightly bound in place, he could move on his own, and potentially free himself from Alue’s intestines. At least, that’s what he thought until he came face to face with a chunk of solid waste. He tried to push past, finding it was difficult to move. It had apparently been sitting in her colon for some time. Eventually he freed it, and pushed it forward with him, only to run into some more old scat. He found he wouldn’t have the strength to inch forward on his own, but that he would have to wait for the intestines to move him along.
As the night moved on, Balto was pushed forward maybe a few inches every hour. His solid form was acting as something of a colon cleanser, pushing things forward that had long been stuck inside. Once again he attempted to meditate, arguably with better results. His mind simply felt dull from sitting in his daughter’s body for so long, at the same grueling, agonizing pace. The previous day’s liquefied meals were beginning to become less than liquid as the colon absorbed any excess water, leaving the micro canine trapped in a slowly solidifying turd. Before he was completely encased however, he felt himself brushing against something peculiar. Another small lump of waste, but it encased something... metal? He tried to tug, but couldn’t quite muster the strength to fully knock it loose. Outside morning was approaching, as the wolf girl’s bowels did the final bit of processing. Her rectum and part of her descending colon were now filled with a larger than normal turd, in part thanks to Balto’s meddling in her large intestine. He was firmly trapped somewhere in the middle of it all. He could barely process a thought being so utterly surrounded by the filth. It wasn’t until there was another loud sound that he snapped back to his situation.
*Pfffffrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap!* The girl’s tailhole let loose a powerful gust of wind that not only got the attention of the micro in her body, but also awoke her! She yawned, feeling a particular urge in her lower guts as she sat up, stretching.
Alue tried to relax, but her rectum planned to evacuate its contents quite soon. It tried to squeeze the log down further, forcing her to clench her anus as she got up. “I gotta go...” She mumbled to herself, hurrying to the bathroom and plopping her rear onto the toilet.
The sound had nearly deafened poor Balto this closely, but he felt hope again, knowing that Alue must be using the bathroom. He could even feel the squeezing through the waste as the bowels tried to prematurely expel their contents.
Alue spread her legs a bit, letting out another fart that echoed off the toilet bowl below, before relaxing her rear and allowing her body to work. Her anus stretched, somewhat wider than typical, to slowly expel the massive log. As her father had been completely encased, she could not feel anything particularly unusual, other than the fact that this was a bigger lump of scat than she usually let out. “Man... what did I eat yesterday?” She said to nobody, reaching to very gently press on her belly to help the process along. Slowly her bowel movement inched out, until reaching the midway point. Then gravity took over, and pulled the rest out of her body with a loud squelch. The girl let out a sigh of great relief, taking a moment to just sit and relax. With a final fart, she felt another solid lump of something fly out of her butt and splash in the water below.
Balto felt the drop, before his surroundings suddenly began to cool. He knew he was in the toilet, but more importantly, that he was finally free of the prison that was the accidental predator’s body. He began to struggle, until he managed to break a chunk of poop off of his face. His eyes had some trouble adjusting, but he could at long last see light. And a fuzzy shape of some sort... He just had time to realize it was his daughter’s rear end, before a stream of urine shot out, rolling the log onto its side.
After Alue’s bladder was relieved, she would stand up, and turn to look down. She was curious about exactly what all had just come out of her. She looked into the bowl for a moment, and covered her mouth with a hand. “Oh... oh my god!”
She quickly grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and reached down into the water. She fished for a moment, before pulling up a very messy looking ring. The bit of metal that Balto had knocked loose, and the last thing that slid out of her tailhole. She had completely missed any sign of a living being in her larger bowel movement.
“I lost this a month ago! Was it really in...” She sighed. “I should be more careful with what I eat.”
Balto continued to weakly struggle, trying to break free of his prison. Alue in the meantime set the ring down, before pressing the flush lever. The shrunken canine felt his heart sink as he heard the rush of water, and felt himself starting to spin and sink! The log reached the drain... And it got stuck midway through.
Alue looked down at the clogged toilet, sighing heavily. She decided to go clean her ring rather than deal with this right now. She wiped her rear, and very throughly washed her hands before leaving the room.
With great effort, Balto was eventually able to free himself, and climb out of the toilet bowl. He sat on the rim, his soaked, filthy fur dripping as he panted, taking in as much fresh air as his tiny lungs would allow. He felt disbelief that he had just been eaten, shat out, nearly flushed, and yet was still sitting here to think about it. He had wanted to get an inside look at his daughter's life, but... that was far more in depth than he could've ever possibly wanted. The wolfdog slowly slid down onto the floor to go grow back to his normal size, while he debated whether or not he would ever mention any of this to Alue.
"No, just had to stop for gas. I actually didn't see him today! No idea where he got off to..."
"Well that's a relief! I swear he just doesn't know when to stop prying." The vixen replied, as Alue nodded. "You got here just in time though. We ordered you a burger, and I was gonna eat it if it got here without you!"
As they spoke, they were unaware that Alue's father was quite close, listening to every word. The wolfdog had found someone that could shrink him, and now sat in her daughter's shirt pocket, a mere three inches tall. Balto had a bad feeling that his daughter might be hanging around some less than savory friends. Such unfounded fears along with the belief that she never told him the full truth led him to come up with this convoluted scheme to eavesdrop, and find out what her friends were truly like.
As he sat and listened however, he would hear nothing but what anyone would expect a few high school seniors to talk about. Alue and her friends sat talking about various mundane topics, including a teacher they weren't fond of, an upcoming concert, and each of their crushes. Balto only felt a little bit of relief from the regular conversation, still convinced her daughter must've been hiding *something.*
After several minutes, a server from the nearby burger joint brought out each of their meals. Except for their vegan friend, each got a small plastic basket with an opened burger, plus various toppings on the side to add on. Alue only reached for the ketchup, slathering it on before she heard each of her friends laugh. "Hey, check out this cat!" The vixen told her, holding her phone up for the party to look at.
“Oh, let me see!” Alue said as she leaned over the table. Balto gasped as he was suddenly sent tumbling out of his daughter's pocket! He grabbed wildly for any clothing, but it was too late. The half wolf was in a free fall, plummeting towards the hard surface below, before abruptly landing in something hot and squishy. A slice of melted cheese, atop the teenage wolfdog's burger had broken his fall, leaving him relatively unharmed.
Several giggles could be heard above him, the canine and her friends apparently not noticing him as they watched the video of a small kitten accidentally tumbling down some stairs. Balto realized he still had a chance to get away unseen, and tried to sit up. The melted cheese held him onto the patty, not allowing him to get up. He struggled as he attempted to free himself, hoping that his daughter and his friends wouldn't catch him trying to spy. Luckily for him, they wouldn't catch on to his presence, but only because Alue had placed the bun back onto her burger. “I'm so hungry... I bet I could eat this thing in a couple of bites.” She idly mused, as she started to lift the burger.
“No!” Balto shouted, giving up on attempting to hide himself. “Alue, I'm in here!” The bun completely muffled the small canine's already quiet voice. He managed to get an arm free from the cheese, still shouting in vain as he fumbled to find his cell phone. The wolfdog got ahold, just as his daughter's teeth came down, barely missing his body.
Alue chewed the large bite a bit before swallowing it down. As the lump of chewed meat and bread slid down her gullet, she heard her phone ring. With the burger held in one paw, she reached down to pick up the phone with the other and answer it.
“Alue, stop!” The voice on the other end shouted, hard to understand, but very clearly that of Balto. “Dad, I told you there's nothing wrong with my friends! Stop bothering me about it already!” The canine sounded particularly annoyed, as she took another large bite out of her burger.
“No! Gah, d-n't -ollow! Don-” The voice became garbled before the call dropped. “Dad?” Alue asked once through the mouthful of food, before quickly gulping it down. “Are you still there!”
“Don't swallow!” Balto screamed one more time, but even inside of the other dogwolf's maw, his voice couldn't carry through the wet sounds of food being shoved around her maw. With one firm press of her tongue, him and the barely chewed burger were shoved past her throat, and towards her softly rumbling belly below. Alue put her phone back down, deciding she didn't want to try to deal with Balto's displeasure. She noticed the unusual solid lump, but only put it up to not chewing her food right.
The male wolfdog struggled inside of the gullet, outstretching his arms and legs as he attempted to stop his descent towards his daughter's stomach. The tiny morsel couldn't manage any meaningful resistance against the muscles in her food pipe however. With the tunnel clenching every few seconds, shoving him and the bite of burger a couple of inches deeper every time, he was soon forced against a tight ring of flesh. With another contraction he was shoved tightly against it, but didn't make it through. He was filled with a brief sense of relief, thinking that Alue would have to vomit him back out if he couldn't go through!
The accidental predator wasn't so quick to give up when she felt her unchewed food stop just before her stomach however. She beat on her chest a couple of times, before swallowing a large gulp of air. “I just wish he'd stop obssessing like that.” She said to her friends, hoping to move on from that brief phone exchange and to distract them from her food trouble. “I'm afraid he's just going to start following me around...” She took another gulp of air.
Balto felt a shove as a bubble of air was forced down onto him, shoving him against the sphincter. He held fast with his back against the ring of flesh, temporarily succeeding in stopping his descent. But with the second swallow the pressure became too great, and his legs folded up as he was finally shoved rump first into the stomach.
The tiny wolfdog landed with a splat in a thick pool of slime at the bottom of the stomach. He didn't remain seated for long, as the sack of flesh clenched and churned, throwing him face first into the mix of gastric juices and Alue's lunch. For a minute he tried repeatedly to stand, or at least sit upright within the chamber, but could never manage for more than a few seconds before slipping or being tossed around. He gave up just as the final glob of chewed up meat and bread slid down, landing with a squish near him.
“Have to get out...” He mumbled under his breath. He knew what would happen if he remained in the stomach for too long. The same thing that would happen to that burger, and every other piece of food that had ever been in here. The wolfdog started to work his way towards where he came, to attempt to climb back up the predator's throat. He quickly became disoriented when he felt a small gust, and his ears pop from a sudden pressure change.
*Urrrrrhhp!* “Oh, excuse me...” Alue mumbled.
“Wow! Maybe you shouldn't wolf down your food!” One of her friends teased.
“Oh, hush...” She mumbled.
The loud belch also caused the wolf's belly to contract, knocking Balto onto his back. He managed to sit up again in the mess of chewed food, sitting still as panic began to set in. Alue had no idea that he was stuck in her body, and her stomach had no idea that he was anything besides a chunk of meat, just like the bits of hamburger floating around him. He whimpered, thinking about how long it would take the gastric juices to claim him. His mind wandered to thinking of if she'd ever even know. Maybe if she bothered to look when whatever was left came out the other end...
The wolf shook his head. "No!" He shouted to nobody in particular, as he began to blindly dig around in the muck, trying again to find the esophagus. He knew he must have been close when another chunk of chewed up hamburger came and hit him, but it caused him slip and lose his bearings, erasing any progress he had made. Alue in the meantime was completely unaware of the struggle occuring in her stomach, save for an occasional tickle whenever the micro's fuzzy body rubbed hard enough against the flesh. In fact, she still felt hungry enough to get up and go order a second burger.
The predator’s insides swayed as she walked, pushing Balto back and forth as he attempted to hold his ground. He failed to keep himself from getting pushed around the belly, but by luck his arms brushed against a tight fleshy ring! Reacting quickly he managed to shove his handpaws inside, anchoring him even as the half filled stomach churned around him. “Yes!” With all his might, he pulled himself forward. Slowly he eased his arms, and then his head into the fleshy tunnel. All he had to do was push his way up, and hope his daughter didn’t swallow him back down before she realized it was him. He slowly worked his chest inside, but once his belly was out of the stomach, he lost traction and lay stuck. He worried that he would just be pushed back into the digestive pit, until he felt a gentle pull by the tunnel, starting to suck him the rest of the way out of that pit! The dogwolf sighed with relief, but quickly realized something was wrong. Why was the gullet pulling him...?
Balto felt a shiver as he came to realize what was occurring and tried to squirm back out of the hole, but it was too late. His feet slid past the sphincter, sealing him into the intestines. He yelled out in frustration as he thrashed to stop himself, to no avail. The wolfdog had just passed the point of no return, ensuring that the only way he could possibly exit his daughter’s digestive system was the same way all food eventually did.
As her intestines slowly inched her living meal through her duodenum, Alue would eat her second burger, and continue to have light conversation with her friends. The odd tickle in her stomach had vanished, as it rumbled and churned to digest all of the meat, bread, and cheese she had sent down. After some time she would momentarily excuse herself from the group, and find a quiet corner of the mall. Confident nobody around could hear, she sighed and relaxed...
*phfffeeerrt!*
Balto groaned as he heard, and felt the rumble of what was likely the first of many reminders of where he would ultimately end up.
The rest of Alue's day was fairly uneventful. After she left the mall she tried to call her dad back, but could only leave a message. It seemed unusual that he wouldn’t answer, or be around to question her. She paid little worry to his however, confident that he must be someplace close by. If only the poor girl had any idea of exactly how close.
As unfortunate as the micro’s situation seemed, he had gotten lucky with his wrong-way escape. It took only about an hour for the stomach to completely liquefy what was probably close to his weight in hamburger meat. He gave up struggling, as it didn’t seem to afford him any meaningful progress through the wolfess’ digestive system. He could only wait as the intestines inched him along, agonizingly slowly. The tunnel very gently pulsed in sync with the sound of his daughter’s heartbeat. It would almost be calming, were the sound not almost completely drowned out by the wet gurgles of the stomach below, and squelching of older food shifting in the bowels below. The sounds above worried him more, as they seemed to be getting closer. He realized that Alue’s gut would be likely to release him along with everything he was eaten with. The canine shuddered, trying to put such thoughts out of his head.
Unfortunately there was really nothing he could distract himself with. Every squeeze of the muscles around, every sickening sound from above and below, and every bit of gastric slime around all reminded him of the same thing. Even if he escaped a more grizzly demise, he was still being treated like a piece of food by his daughter’s body, and he would experience every stage that a typical meal would go through, in more intimacy than a reasonable person could possibly ever want.
As the hours ticked on, he would begin to feel a slight pressure behind him. Fluid leaking past his shoulders some time after confirmed his suspicions, that Alue’s lunch had caught up with him. It had long since been broken down into an unrecognizable goo, but the former burgers still had quite a bit of processing to go through before the wolf girl’s body was through with them. The scent was unpleasant, but it still smelled much more of vomit than anything else. Of course, it would change for the worse sooner or later. Like every other detail of his impromptu biology lesson, he tried mostly in vain to put it out of his head. The various sounds of the girl’s body had mostly blended together for him, but he could hear a faint gulping, and the stomach sounding a bit more active.
As was Balto’s luck, Alue’s dinner would eventually catch up as well. All of that muck was further broken down from thick goo, into a very loose liquid as the wolfdog’s gut flora worked on further refining it into its base elements that could finally be absorbed. Naturally, there was quite a bit of bulk left behind. Materials that the girl’s body had no use for. Waste. The thought of being surrounded by slowly forming scat was only slightly more horrifying than the thought of simply being ejected out of his own daughter’s backside. Focusing hard, he finally began to succeed in bringing his focus away from his situation. Almost as though he was figuring out how to meditate in this harsh gastric environment. His attempt to clear his mind failed however, with a powerful rumble and another loud rip of gas from below. After an unknown number of hours with potentially many more to go, the poor canine finally broke. He began to sob in his increasingly rancid confines, careful to keep his eyes tightly shut, as though it might do some good in the long run.
The usual chorus of sounds from the wolfdog’s body were soon joined by yet another. From futher away than the gurgling, gassy digestive system or the beating heart, a soft snoring. Alue had gone to sleep. Balto could at least be sure that it was now night on the outside. He was exhausted, but couldn’t hope to be able to get any meaningful rest within the predator’s bowels. Instead he lay and endured as the intestines inched him forward, painfully slowly, until his head bumped against another tight ring of flesh. He had a brief moment of rejoice, believing that he must be sitting against the giant’s anus. He found new strength to struggle, and with great effort, started to pry open the sphincter. He soon realized that he was not pushing his way out of his daughter’s body, but rather into her colon. He still felt relief, as he realized the large intestine was looser around him. Without being tightly bound in place, he could move on his own, and potentially free himself from Alue’s intestines. At least, that’s what he thought until he came face to face with a chunk of solid waste. He tried to push past, finding it was difficult to move. It had apparently been sitting in her colon for some time. Eventually he freed it, and pushed it forward with him, only to run into some more old scat. He found he wouldn’t have the strength to inch forward on his own, but that he would have to wait for the intestines to move him along.
As the night moved on, Balto was pushed forward maybe a few inches every hour. His solid form was acting as something of a colon cleanser, pushing things forward that had long been stuck inside. Once again he attempted to meditate, arguably with better results. His mind simply felt dull from sitting in his daughter’s body for so long, at the same grueling, agonizing pace. The previous day’s liquefied meals were beginning to become less than liquid as the colon absorbed any excess water, leaving the micro canine trapped in a slowly solidifying turd. Before he was completely encased however, he felt himself brushing against something peculiar. Another small lump of waste, but it encased something... metal? He tried to tug, but couldn’t quite muster the strength to fully knock it loose. Outside morning was approaching, as the wolf girl’s bowels did the final bit of processing. Her rectum and part of her descending colon were now filled with a larger than normal turd, in part thanks to Balto’s meddling in her large intestine. He was firmly trapped somewhere in the middle of it all. He could barely process a thought being so utterly surrounded by the filth. It wasn’t until there was another loud sound that he snapped back to his situation.
*Pfffffrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap!* The girl’s tailhole let loose a powerful gust of wind that not only got the attention of the micro in her body, but also awoke her! She yawned, feeling a particular urge in her lower guts as she sat up, stretching.
Alue tried to relax, but her rectum planned to evacuate its contents quite soon. It tried to squeeze the log down further, forcing her to clench her anus as she got up. “I gotta go...” She mumbled to herself, hurrying to the bathroom and plopping her rear onto the toilet.
The sound had nearly deafened poor Balto this closely, but he felt hope again, knowing that Alue must be using the bathroom. He could even feel the squeezing through the waste as the bowels tried to prematurely expel their contents.
Alue spread her legs a bit, letting out another fart that echoed off the toilet bowl below, before relaxing her rear and allowing her body to work. Her anus stretched, somewhat wider than typical, to slowly expel the massive log. As her father had been completely encased, she could not feel anything particularly unusual, other than the fact that this was a bigger lump of scat than she usually let out. “Man... what did I eat yesterday?” She said to nobody, reaching to very gently press on her belly to help the process along. Slowly her bowel movement inched out, until reaching the midway point. Then gravity took over, and pulled the rest out of her body with a loud squelch. The girl let out a sigh of great relief, taking a moment to just sit and relax. With a final fart, she felt another solid lump of something fly out of her butt and splash in the water below.
Balto felt the drop, before his surroundings suddenly began to cool. He knew he was in the toilet, but more importantly, that he was finally free of the prison that was the accidental predator’s body. He began to struggle, until he managed to break a chunk of poop off of his face. His eyes had some trouble adjusting, but he could at long last see light. And a fuzzy shape of some sort... He just had time to realize it was his daughter’s rear end, before a stream of urine shot out, rolling the log onto its side.
After Alue’s bladder was relieved, she would stand up, and turn to look down. She was curious about exactly what all had just come out of her. She looked into the bowl for a moment, and covered her mouth with a hand. “Oh... oh my god!”
She quickly grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and reached down into the water. She fished for a moment, before pulling up a very messy looking ring. The bit of metal that Balto had knocked loose, and the last thing that slid out of her tailhole. She had completely missed any sign of a living being in her larger bowel movement.
“I lost this a month ago! Was it really in...” She sighed. “I should be more careful with what I eat.”
Balto continued to weakly struggle, trying to break free of his prison. Alue in the meantime set the ring down, before pressing the flush lever. The shrunken canine felt his heart sink as he heard the rush of water, and felt himself starting to spin and sink! The log reached the drain... And it got stuck midway through.
Alue looked down at the clogged toilet, sighing heavily. She decided to go clean her ring rather than deal with this right now. She wiped her rear, and very throughly washed her hands before leaving the room.
With great effort, Balto was eventually able to free himself, and climb out of the toilet bowl. He sat on the rim, his soaked, filthy fur dripping as he panted, taking in as much fresh air as his tiny lungs would allow. He felt disbelief that he had just been eaten, shat out, nearly flushed, and yet was still sitting here to think about it. He had wanted to get an inside look at his daughter's life, but... that was far more in depth than he could've ever possibly wanted. The wolfdog slowly slid down onto the floor to go grow back to his normal size, while he debated whether or not he would ever mention any of this to Alue.
Critter Hunters (M/various, micro/macro, unwilling, fatality, digestion, scat):
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It was a hot summer afternoon, in the middle of one of the city's more upscale suburbs. Most of the residents were either at work or in school, leaving the streets mostly silent. Some birds scattered out of a well groomed tree as a work truck passing under it backfired, while speeding towards its destination. It was an old white pickup with a mismatched canopy over the back, stamped with the phrase “CRITTER HUNTERS”.
Inside there was a wolf driving, and an aardwolf sitting in the passenger seat, both dressed in blue jeans, and T-shirts with the company's logo stamped on. The wolf Ryan was the owner of the company, and Sam was his new hire, about to take care of his first job, albeit still under supervision. The aardwolf tried to look like he was excited and paying attention, even as he idly twiddled his thumbs near his belly.
“Feelin nervous?” The wolf commented as he glanced over. “Well don'tcha worry. This is one of the easiest jobs you'll ever get! The tinies've already agreed to leave. We just gotta ID 'em, box 'em, and leave 'em to be relocated.” This city was known for having quite a bad problem with micro infestations. They never meant any harm, but they caused all manner of annoyances to the people whose homes they've decided to live in. Eating food, causing noises, and sometimes damaging structures to build their own homes within them. They tended to try and make it to the richer neighborhoods when they could, for houses with better food, and for more space to try and live unnoticed. A few companies offered to take care of the problem, mainly existing pest control services.
Of course, more care had to be taken with taking care of colonies of sentient beings than with ant or roach infestations. Non lethal methods of capture had to be used, and everyone rounded up had to be taken to one of the city's micro relocation centers. The micros themselves tended to be quite divided on the idea of being relocated. Often wherever they were sent to didn't have the quality, nor the freedom of living for free in someone else's house. Still others thought it was a reasonable tradeoff, to be better protected from angry normal sized folk.
The colony of micros that the Critter Hunters had been hired to take care of had been of the latter group. They still weren't happy about having to go somewhere else, but many had been swayed when a couple of them got slurped up by the house's new pet husky, just a few days before the rest of them were discovered. Their leader had even spoken directly with Ryan over the phone. They would all line up, and let themselves get processed without any resistance.
“It's gonna be pretty boring, to be honest. But it's important that ya learn all that stuff. Lotsa paperwork they make us do, and lots more if we mess somethin' up.” The wolf suddenly jerked the wheel, and hit the brakes to stop in the driveway he was about to pass. “Alright! I'mma let you do the pleasantries and the work, and I'll watch and make sure you do it right.” Sam nodded as he grabbed a small toolbox, and a large plastic container with airholes. He stepped out of the truck, and started up the walkway.
“Go on! I'm right behind...” He was cut off as his phone rang. He stopped as he answered. “Yeah? Uh-huh. Wait, wait-... what do you mean- Why the fuck did you have your snake with you!? Were they already in the system? ...uggh, stay where you are, I'm coming over.” He hung up. “Change of plans, I have to go put out a fire at the office.” He turned to climb back into the truck. “You'll be fine! Like I said, easiest job in the world!” Sam didn't have time to protest before his boss shut the door, started up the engine with a loud screech, and pulled away. Still carrying his boxes, he turned around to go knock on the door.
“Just a minute!” A female voice called out. The aardwolf stood waiting for a moment, before a tall cow answered the door. The chubby bovine smiled down to Sam, and stepped to the side. “Oh, thank goodness you're here! You're going to take care of those little devils, aren't you?”
Sam nodded nervously. “Y-yes, mamm.” He said as he stepped through.
“I'll show you to them. I was nearly tempted to just have my dog handle them. But, I suspect that a few of them might've caused him to get sick earlier.”
The cow lead the aardwolf through the house, and into the kitchen. She opened the pantry, to reveal that one of the shelves had around a dozen and a half micros. Most were foxes, although a few other candids and a leopard were mixed in. They mostly had variations of the same blank look of uncertainty and slight nervousness that Sam himself had.
“Well, I'll leave you to it! I want to get back to my stories.” With that the bovine turned to leave the aardwolf to his job. Sam had never actually seen this many micros up close before. And never when they weren't trying to scurry away. “Um... Hey.” He finally managed. Two of the micros waved back to him.
Sam set the boxes down, opening up the toolbox and pulling out some sort of handheld device, with a small screen and a camera, and stamped with the Critter Hunters logo. “Well, I'm going to get you all scanned, and then I guess I'll take you to get relocated! I'll just need...”
“I'll go first.” One of the foxes stepped forward, raising his arms up. He looked back to the group, giving them a reassuring smile. “Cheer up. Our new home will be much safer.” He looked back to the aardwolf One of Sam's paws reached down to lift up the fox. His fingers moved around, seeming unsure of exactly how to lift up the tiny candid before he settled for gently pinching him by the raised arms, and lifting. He lifted up the scanner, taking a photo of the group's leader with it. A small slip of sticky paper popped out of it. He looked at it for a moment before he set the fox back down, so he could remove the tag, and then wrap it around his leg. Finally he picked him back up so he could set him in the box.
Sam felt strange handling such a small creature. Knowing he had complete and total power over them, and even having a small urge to... he quickly shook his head as he tried to forget about it. He couldn't just eat that fox! No matter how good he thought it'd feel to have him squirming around inside... He quickly set the micro down inside of the container. He picked the scanner back up to repeat the process with a vixen that stepped to the front, this time not bothering to pick her up before scanning her. He took the paper to wrap around her leg, as he glanced around to the rest of the micros. Nobody would really notice if one went missing, would they?
He wrapped a paw around the vixen to pick her up, about to place her into the container. But he couldn't quite bring himself to drop her in. His curiosity began to get the better of him, as he tried to think of how to get away. “I, um...” He looked to the door as he lifted his paws, gently holding the micro near his belly. “Ehheh... I have to uh, go get something.” He began to walk slowly to the door, stepping outside, to stand on the patio and stare at the tire marks his boss left in the pavement. The aardwolf held the small person a bit tighter, pressing her into the white belly fluff between his vest.
The fox was beginning to get a bit nervous as Sam just stood holding her. The loud, wet rumble that sounded behind her a moment later didn't do much to calm her nerves. She looked out above his fingers. “Um, what did you need to-woah!” Without any warning or care, the aardwolf lifted her up to be level with his eyes. He kept her back turned as he stomach of his could keep a small person like her easily concealed. But he knew he could get into so much trouble for eating a person! The least of which would be to lose the job he really needed right now.
“Hey! Can you just get us all packed up, please?” The vixen was growing quite impatient, and a bit scared of the aardwolf. Finally, he decided to act. He opened his jaws behind her, and tilted her towards his lips. “What are you-hey! HEY! Don't-” She tried to begin before the predator stuffed her onto his tongue, and snapped his jaws shut. Sam immediately felt a horrible guilt for what he was doing, but he knew he was beyond the point of no return. He couldn't let the micro tell anyone she got stuffed into his mouth!
The vixen flailed and struggled, trying to work her way out of the aardwolf's jaws. “Spit me out!” She shouted as she tried to pull herself away from that sticky tongue. “I'm not food you brute! I'm a-oof!” The tongue moved to smush her against his upper jaw, and then to move her all around the inside of his mouth. The tongue moved roughly over her fur, with Sam eager to taste as much of her as he could. The sticky appendage began to move back, cornering her against the throat.
Sam hesitated to swallow, and doom the small fox to the pit of his belly. But even if he let her out unharmed, she would immediately tell someone that he tried to eat her. The micro was close enough to his uvula to nearly trigger his gag reflex, and to hear a wet gurgle echo up the esophagus.
“S-sorry...” He mumbled under his breath, before tilting his head back, and gulping. The vixen managed to cling to the tongue for a moment, but with another swallow, she was shoved past the throat and into his gullet. The aardwolf shuddered as he felt the fuzzy creature struggling, inside of his neck while she was slowly pulled deeper into his body. The bulge vanished into his chest, but the sensation remained just as strong as his squirming snack was pushed down through the fleshy tunnel. He let out an audible gasp as he felt the fox get pushed into his stomach. Immediately after he felt something traveling back up his esophagus.
*Urrrp!* He covered his lips as he let out a soft belch. He took another glance around, making sure nobody was around to witness his gluttonous deed, before looking down to his own white belly. He couldn't see any difference from before, but he could certainly feel that vixen struggling inside. He could also hear the fox's voice echoing back up his gullet. Occasionally between her struggles she would either shout for him to let her out, or try to call out for help. Sam was nervous about returning this way, not sure if anyone besides him would actually be able to hear her voice. But it wasn't as though he could just leave half way through.
The aardwolf pulled his green vest over his still flat belly as he stepped back inside. The remaining micros were still waiting dutifuly to be tagged and taken by Sam, though there was a sense of confusion when they saw the giant without the vixen, nor whatever he had to get. "I just put her in the truck..." He mumbled as he picked up a coyote.
"Help! He ate me!" She yelled as loud as she could still flailing in the pool of bile that surrounded her tiny body. "Somebody go get help!" The aardwolf froze, unsure if anyone besides himself could hear the person in his stomach. He was relieved when nobody seemed to pick up on her cries for help, though there was still a noticeable unease as he scanned the coyote, tagged him, and set him down in the container.
"We would like to go be with our daughter." An older looking vixen said firmly. She had a look of deep concern in her eyes, while a male fox standing to her side seemed quite agitated. "Please." The vixen continued.
"I, uh... yeah!" He said, reaching to gently to hold one parent in each paw. The aardwolf walked to the door, his mind racing to figure out just how he was going to fix this. That fox he ate was still struggling and shouting, desperate to get the attention of someone on the outside. He moved the male fox over to his other paw with his wife, so he could open the door and step outside.
Sam just stared blankly at the empty driveway for a moment. He knew that he shouldn't have satisfied his curiosity with that micro! He also realized that taking the parents out to see nothing was probably a poor decision. "Just where the hell is she!?" The male fox shouted.
"She uh... the truck... the truck is somewhere else..." The aardwolf stammered to try making an excuse, but he knew that he blew it. Those two foxes knew that something bad happened, and they were certain to tell everyone else. Sam hated the thought of sending two more micros to their doom... or at least, he knew he should hate it. Truthfully, he was curious to feel someone else sliding down his gullet. To feel his stomach packed tighter with even more micros. And as much as he loved the squirming, he wondered what it'd feel like when they stopped. When that solid lump was just reduced to liquid, sloshing through his digestive system.
The predator held the husband and wife a bit tighter, lifting them up to be roughly eye level. He took another look around to make sure nobody could see them, before he opened his jaws. They got less than a second to glimpse inside, before Sam shoved the husband inside and snapped his maw shut.
The fox began to thrash against the sticky tongue, trying to open the predator's maws back up. The hyena's mighty jaws were easily able to keep him contained however. Sam didn't take the time to enjoy the fox's squirms the same way he did with his daughter however. He still had to take care of the shrieking vixen in his paw, and thus tried to swallow down the micro as quickly as he could. It took a few seconds and a bit of gagging before his tongue was able to shove the fox past the tight throat, and into his gullet. The vulpine was still inside of the predator's neck when he pushed the hysterical vixen into his jaws. With another brief swallow, she would follow her husband into the throat.
Sam shuddered as he felt the two fuzzy lumps sink down into his chest, their squirms causing pleasant tingles both within the fleshy tunnel and beyond. The first fox was pressed onto the sphincter guarding the stomach, with his wife quickly piling in behind. The esophagus had to squeeze a couple of times, before the two were finally pushed into the stomach. Sam felt his stomach walls stretch as the three micros filled them out, leaving him with a satisfied, if not slightly excessive feeling of fullness.
The three foxes couldn't easily recognize each other within the aardwolf's dark stomach. But as they heard, and felt one another, they came to the realization. All were silent for just a moment...
"Let us go!"
"You can't digest all of us!"
"I'm gonna kill you if you leave a mark on any of us us!"
Sam had a bit of trouble making them all out as they spoke at once, but he was able to get the gist of their distress as he gently rubbed over his fuzzy belly. "Hey now... At least you're all going together, right?" He chuckled nervously as he pushed his white furred belly. His fingers could just make out the three distinct lumps the foxes made in his stomach. His abdomen was now just slightly inflated, although it was very difficult for even him to tell.
The aardwolf walked back into the home once again, doing his best to ignore the shouts echoing up his gullet. He relished the squirming inside of his body, but was beginning to look quite nervous. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when it came time to take the remaining micros back out to the non existant truck he claimed to have left some of them in. The micros themselves were also beginning to look uneasy, and doubtful over their supposed new life. A sense of dread hung over them all, though none could quite yet piece together why.
Sam resumed his job, quietly picking up one micro after the other, scanning them, placing the tag on, and setting them down into the container. All the while his belly groaned wetly as it squeezed and churned the three foxes around inside. The gurgles weren't terribly unusual or loud to everyone outside, but they certainly didn't help calm anyone's nerves either.
The aardwolf was in a very precarious situation already, yet he kept coming to think about how it would feel to have even more people inside. To feel his stomach stretched even tighter. To have another tiny being fighting for their life inside. He picked up a gray timber wolf, and simply stared for a few seconds as he thought. He had already eaten three people. Surely just one more couldn't make things worse, could it?
The wolf watched as Sam fumbled with the scanner in his hand, trying to look busy as he pretended to press a few buttons. "Oh, darn... the battery." He said with a weak chuckle. "I'll be back!" With that he walked out of the house once again, with the micro wolf in hand.
This time Sam didn't waste any time standing around. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he parted his jaws and held the wolf up, inches away. A second later the aardwolf's sticky tongue darted out, adhering to the canine's fur. The micro shouted as the tongue yanked back, pulling him right past the aardwolf's lips! The hyena's powerful jaws clamped shut around his prey, though he didn't attempt to swa.llow right away. He was intent on enjoying this tasty wolf more than those two foxes he so hastily crammed down his throat.
Of course, the canine had no desire to be turned into food without a fight. As the foxes before him did, he began to struggle and flail while he screamed. However, the wolf turned out to be significantly stronger than those other micros, so much so that Sam wasn't prepared to handle him. Though the predator's powerful jaws remained firmly shut, he couldn't quite keep the canine from moving about as he pleased within. After a few seconds he gave up trying to savor the micro, tilting his head up to swallow. But the wolf even managed to evade being sent down Sam's gullet, at least temporarily, when one of his limbs went down the windpipe instead.
Sam coughed and gagged, struggling to dislodge the wolf without actually spitting him out. He reached up to massage his neck for a moment, trying to coax the micro down the correct path to his stomach, but to no avail. "You'd better just spit me out!" The wolf shouted. "I ain't gonna be food today!"
With no other choice, Sam ran back into the house and past the micros. They all looked on as the aardwolf began to rummage through the cabinets to find a glass for water. Unable to find one, he ran to the refrigerator, taking a milk jug and beginning to drink it. He fought hard to keep the micro hidden in his lips as he poured the milk into his maw, but the small wolf managed to get his arms past the predator's teeth, pulling himself partway out of the mouth. Sam quickly bumped him with the plastic jug, taking another gulp of milk that finally sent his prey down his throat, still yelling and squirming as he was carried down the slimy esophagus. He put the milk down and gasped for air, putting a hand on his belly as the fourth micro slid in. After he caught his breath, he turned to face the rest of the colony, hoping in vain that they hadn't seen him swallow that wolf. They all stood silently, shocked, and in disbelief.
"H-h-he, he's EATING us!" One of them stammered out, before the rest on the shelf screamed and began to scatter. Sam ran over in a panic, knocking the plastic container underneath the shelf, and using an arm to reach over and knock several of the micros off and into the tub with a single swoop of his arm. He grabbed a husky and fox about to vanish back into the wall, throwing them in with the rest of the shouting little anthros. The shelf was now clear, but he looked down to see a few others scurrying across the floor! He quickly dropped to his knees, reaching out to separately snatch up a wolfess, and a dingo in each hand. There was still another fox about to run under a nearby dishwasher. Thinking quickly, he stuffed the upper half of the dingo into his lips before reaching out to grab the stray vulpine. With the micro's tail and legs dangling out of his mouth he dropped the other two into the container, and began to count as they all screamed and tried to scale the smooth surface.
Sam figured there were fifteen micros at the beginning, with four squirming in his belly. He had a momentary scare when he counted only ten in the plastic tub, before he felt a struggle against his tongue and remembered that dingo. As he held the squirming thing between his jaws, he began to reflect on just how badly he'd messed up. He couldn't bring any of the micros to his boss, or they'd just tell the entire story. He couldn't let them go. He couldn't even bring them far out of the house without someone spotting them screaming in the container! The predator only had one possible way out of this mess. He tilted his head back, slurping the rest of the dingo into his lips before gulping.
Everybody could still see the bulge in the aardwolf's neck when he reached down to grab another micro. This time that wolfess he just captured was lifted up, and unceremoniously pushed past his lips. Unlike the other wolf still struggling in his stomach, he was able to push her down his throat without incident. Sam began to methodically pick up each of the micros, one by one stuffing them into his lips, tilting his head back, and swallowing. He paused and shuddered when he felt the wolfess finally slide down into his already overcrowded stomach. As more followed her into the tight, fleshy pit, the dwindling micros in the container could see the aardwolf's belly begin to visibly bulge. A few distinct lumps appeared and vanished as they struggled, and his digestive system squeezed and churned them around. A bulge in his neck lingered for a bit longer than usual, as a fox managed to stop his descent through the giant's esophagus. But the vulpine was knocked down and towards the gurgling pit below by the next micro that Sam swallowed, a small, shrieking rabbit.
In around a minute, the bin was completely empty. He held a husky in his hand as he rested, feeling the rest of the micros struggle in his overfilled stomach. They all shouted various threats, pleas, and curses, though he could no longer pick out and understand any of them. He pressed one paw onto his belly, using his fingers to feel out the individual anthros below his fur, even as the final micro struggled in his grasp. As his stomach groaned and glorped under the unprecedented load, he held the husky up to his lips.
"P-please, let me go! I'll never tell anyone, I promise!" Sam nearly considered letting the poor thing go. The struggling people in his belly felt wonderful, but he also felt an overbearing guilt knowing what was going to happen to them all. But even then, he relished the thought of his own body reducing all those lively micros into nothing but sludge. Knowing that within a day or so, there would be no trace of the micros left inside of his body. He looked down to the fluff between his vest, continuing to feel it. "Please, please don't put me in there..." His attention was brought back to the husky before him.
"Eh heh, uh..." He couldn't risk the canine breaking her promise and telling anybody. Besides, there was something he wanted to try. "Sorry..." He held the husky back about a foot from his maw. The aardwolf's lips parted, and his long, sticky tongue darted out, firmly attaching to the dog's fur. He pulled it back, yanking the micro right inside!
The small husky whimpered as she heard the sounds of her friends yelling just beyond the predator's throat. The tongue unstuck from her fur, and began to push her around between those tightly shut jaws. Sam wanted to enjoy the dog's taste for a moment, before his tongue pushed her back, and past the tight sphincter that separated his maw and gullet. He reached up to trace her path down past his neck and through his body, shuddering as she was pushed into his belly. There he sat rubbing, massaging his own middle. All the evidence of his misdeeds packed inside of his stomach, ready to be melted away.
Sam sat for a few minutes before he felt something move up his esophagus. He feared that one of them might have found a way to climb out of the fleshy pit, but all that managed to escape was a large bubble of air. He let loose a loud belch, blushing as he covered his lips with a paw. He decided he should go try to explain something to the homeowner, and stood up, walking down the hall and to her bedroom.
"Uh, hey!" He said as he peeked his head through the open door. He deliberately tried to hide the rest of his body from the bovine. "Those micros won't be giving you any more trouble. I uh, got them all packed away..."
"Splendid!" The cow said as she sat up on her bed. "Do I need to pay now, or..." She began to stand, and Sam quickly shook his head. "No no! You uh, we'll send you a bill in the mail. So, I'll go ahead and get these guys out of here..." He turned to leave before she could come look at him.
"Oh, okay. Well thank you again!" She called out as he picked up the empty container, tossing the scanner in, before walking out the door for the last time. Of course, his boss was still gone, though he was quite relieved given the circumstances. It looked like he'd have a long walk home...
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For an hour Sam walked, holding the container close to his belly. The clear plastic didn't do a whole lot to obscure his distended belly, but he did manage to avoid getting close enough to anyone for them to notice. The loud, wet gurgles in his belly became more frequent, as did the churning and squeezing, as his digestive system geared up to digest the massive load of meat. The struggles and screams of his unwilling occupants had died down a good bit within a few minutes of starting to walk. Near the end of his trek however he nearly dropped the container as they were suddenly reignited, stronger than ever. He wasn't sure what spooked them at first, but managed to guess after he heard another loud, wet glorp from inside. "Heh, guess my belly is working..." He stepped inside his home, setting the container down before he collapsed on his couch, jostling all of the people in his stomach. There he could finally resume rubbing his belly. Squeezing it up against the struggling micros, and enjoying the feel of them shoving against that sensitive flesh. After a little while, he decided he should probably call his boss.
"Hey uh, it's Sam. I'm back home now."
"Aw ya didn't have to walk! I was just about to come get ya. Did'ja get the job done?"
Sam paused and gulped.
"Well I... uh..." He began to stammer a bit. "They uh, they all escaped."
He could hear a heavy sigh on the other end of the line, before he continued. "I started to scan them all, just like you told me. But uh... I don't know if I spooked them, but they all just ran away. I looked around, but I think they're out of the house." He continued to rub his belly with one paw while he held his phone in the other.
"You already scanned a few? Aw hell... Now we're gonna have to explain them." He groaned. "Ain't your fault though. I shouldn'ta left you alone on your first job." Sam let out a relieved sigh. "I was so sure that'd be an easy job though! Can't believe they... Just, uh... yeah, we'll get it sorted out. I'll swing by to pick ya up tomorrow, I've already had a long day today."
"Oh, since they were gone, I just sort of told the customer I'd got them all."
The boss chuckled. "Well, at least we still get to bill 'em. Just as long as none of the little critters show back up!" Sam squeezed his own gut, knowing that wouldn't be a problem.
"Cool. Well... see you tomorrow." The aardwolf hung up, and went back to focusing on his belly. He never imagined eating somebody could fill him with so much pleasure! Knowing what was happening inside of that acid filled pit made him feel so alive, so powerful. For the better part of the night he just focused on his filled stomach, rubbing, and occasionally trying to make out what those micros were yelling.
As the evening turned to night, the struggles would very slowly begin to die down. It wasn't that the anthros in his stomach were fighting any less hard, just that the number that *could* fight was beginning to decrease. He also noticed that instead of only feeling hard lumps in his gut, the space beneath his fur was increasingly sloshy, filled with some thick liquid. Some of the remaining solid chunks didn't move, and instead began to break apart beneath his fingers. The shouts and screams began to become quieter and less frequent as well, with the remaining micros giving up trying to plead with or intimidate the predator.
Sam decided that he needed to go to bed. He got up, and looked down to his own bulging middle. His gut was still unnaturally distended, though it was somewhat less conspicuous than before. A distinct lump or two still sometimes appeared, but it was a much smoother curve than before. He felt the contents of his stomach slosh around as he walked to his bedroom, before settling down in his bed for the night. The voices from those digesting micros was soft enough that he managed to ignore it, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
As the aardwolf slept, his stomach remained active in processing the remaining micros. At some point around midnight, the last voice inside of his digestive system was finally silenced, replaced with gurgling. Soon there were no more solid lumps of meat remaining, and his stomach began to pump the sludge intermixed with bones and fur down into the bowels. The only thing remaining that could possibly identify any of the digested anthros were the tags that he had affixed to a few of them. And by morning those would be expelled from his body, along with any other trace of them.
Sam continued to hold his bulging, squishy belly as he slept, subconsciously feeling the half gallon or so of sludge as it slowly made its way through his intestines. Thunderous gurgles erupted from his body throughout the night, brought on by air squeezing back and forth through the remains of his meals. As the night dragged on his digestive system processed those micros even further, breaking down the liquefied meat into its baser elements, and absorbing everything of value to the aardwolf's body. The digestion produced quite a bit of gas, amplifying the already intense wet rumbles inside of him.
As the morning approached, the massive living lunch from yesterday was slowly pushed into Sam's colon. His body had taken everything that it could, though it left behind the bulk of the mass. The gooey liquid was still dotted with indigestable bones and fur, and even the plastic tags that had been affixed to a few of the micros before the predator began to binge on them all, though the acid had worn the ink off. His gut rumbled less often as the muck was slowly dried, and packed down into the end of the aardwolf's large intestines. He shifted a bit in his sleep as that familiar urge to relieve himself began to build, while his tailhole held fast, keeping everything securely in his rectum. As dawn began to break, the building pressure in his large intestine would finally awaken him.
Sam rubbed his eyes, yawning as he sat up. He reached down to feel his belly, momentarily wondering exactly what he ate that had to get out so badly. "Oh... right." He mumbled out loud, as he remembered all of those micros. He pressed into his still distended belly, wondering if anybody could still be alive inside, but he would find no hints of life inside. The aardwolf's digestive system had thoroughly processed those tiny people, just as well as it did any other meat. He sat rubbing his gut for a moment, thinking about how he felt yesterday. Such massive guilt, yet such intense excitement. He hoped that at the very least those micros hadn't suffered too much.
*phffffeeeeeerrt!* The predator's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a large bubble of gas escaped his rear end, very shortly followed by the feeling of his colon contracting, trying to expel the unusually heavy load. He clenched his tailhole as he stood up, walking quickly to the bathroom. The aardwolf quickly slid his pants down and sat down on the toilet, just in time for another loud fart to escape and echo off the porcealin below.
Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he felt his bowels shifting around, trying to push all of that waste out. As though all of the micros he ate were still trying to escape, just as when they had still been alive in his stomach. He shifted in his seat to get comfortable, before relaxing his anus to begin relieving his bowels of that massive burden. The ring of flesh twitched for just a moment, before beginning to flex, and allow passage of a large brown log. The lump of waste was partially made up of his regular breakfast from the previous day, but the numerous specks of white bones that dotted the surface gave ample evidence of his glutony the previous day. The aardwolf sighed as his rectum slowly eased the massive turd out. Around half way through, gravity was able to quickly pull it the rest of the way, making a small squelch as the lump of feces was pulled all the way out of his tailhole before splashing into the water below.
The predator quickly started to push out a second turd, much as he had done the first time. The foot long serpent sitting below looked like it could've been made up of five or so of the tiny people he devoured yesterday, though it was difficult to tell now that they were so totally blended together. Sam let out a soft, pleasured sigh as he felt some fuzz brush past the sensitive flesh in his pucker, before feeling the second log slide the rest of the way out, leaving the bulge on his belly a bit smaller, a bit closer to its natural state. Sam could still feel one more large log sitting in his colon, a bit further away from the exit. He began to gently rub his belly as he pushed and clenched his insides, trying to work everything out. "Come on... I know you all wanted out." After several seconds of trying, he finally felt the turd slide through his rectum, and begin to exit. He sighed happily as his insides were finally relieved of that burden, hearing the final splash. He thought about the fact that he had just pooped out fifteen micros, fifteen tiny people that he had processed in his digestive system without anybody knowing. The simple thought made him tingle.
Sam stood up, first looking at himself in the mirror. Despite feeling that his large intestine was empty, his belly was still a tiny bit pudgier than before. Hopefully nobody else would notice the extra fat... He then looked into the toilet bowl. He scanned for any hint that somebody might have survived the journey through his digestive system. As he expected however, there was no sign anything but fur and bone had made it out of his rear intact. He could see one of the plastic tags poking out of a turd, but with no ink left on it. The predator smiled, satisfied that there was no way to identify any of the micros he ate, before reaching for the flush handle. Water loudly rushed into the bowl, sweeping away the only evidence of his misdeeds into the sewers.
Patting his belly one more time in the mirror, Sam stepped out of the bathroom to call his boss. Hopefully there was somebody else that needed to have some micros "re-homed" today.
Inside there was a wolf driving, and an aardwolf sitting in the passenger seat, both dressed in blue jeans, and T-shirts with the company's logo stamped on. The wolf Ryan was the owner of the company, and Sam was his new hire, about to take care of his first job, albeit still under supervision. The aardwolf tried to look like he was excited and paying attention, even as he idly twiddled his thumbs near his belly.
“Feelin nervous?” The wolf commented as he glanced over. “Well don'tcha worry. This is one of the easiest jobs you'll ever get! The tinies've already agreed to leave. We just gotta ID 'em, box 'em, and leave 'em to be relocated.” This city was known for having quite a bad problem with micro infestations. They never meant any harm, but they caused all manner of annoyances to the people whose homes they've decided to live in. Eating food, causing noises, and sometimes damaging structures to build their own homes within them. They tended to try and make it to the richer neighborhoods when they could, for houses with better food, and for more space to try and live unnoticed. A few companies offered to take care of the problem, mainly existing pest control services.
Of course, more care had to be taken with taking care of colonies of sentient beings than with ant or roach infestations. Non lethal methods of capture had to be used, and everyone rounded up had to be taken to one of the city's micro relocation centers. The micros themselves tended to be quite divided on the idea of being relocated. Often wherever they were sent to didn't have the quality, nor the freedom of living for free in someone else's house. Still others thought it was a reasonable tradeoff, to be better protected from angry normal sized folk.
The colony of micros that the Critter Hunters had been hired to take care of had been of the latter group. They still weren't happy about having to go somewhere else, but many had been swayed when a couple of them got slurped up by the house's new pet husky, just a few days before the rest of them were discovered. Their leader had even spoken directly with Ryan over the phone. They would all line up, and let themselves get processed without any resistance.
“It's gonna be pretty boring, to be honest. But it's important that ya learn all that stuff. Lotsa paperwork they make us do, and lots more if we mess somethin' up.” The wolf suddenly jerked the wheel, and hit the brakes to stop in the driveway he was about to pass. “Alright! I'mma let you do the pleasantries and the work, and I'll watch and make sure you do it right.” Sam nodded as he grabbed a small toolbox, and a large plastic container with airholes. He stepped out of the truck, and started up the walkway.
“Go on! I'm right behind...” He was cut off as his phone rang. He stopped as he answered. “Yeah? Uh-huh. Wait, wait-... what do you mean- Why the fuck did you have your snake with you!? Were they already in the system? ...uggh, stay where you are, I'm coming over.” He hung up. “Change of plans, I have to go put out a fire at the office.” He turned to climb back into the truck. “You'll be fine! Like I said, easiest job in the world!” Sam didn't have time to protest before his boss shut the door, started up the engine with a loud screech, and pulled away. Still carrying his boxes, he turned around to go knock on the door.
“Just a minute!” A female voice called out. The aardwolf stood waiting for a moment, before a tall cow answered the door. The chubby bovine smiled down to Sam, and stepped to the side. “Oh, thank goodness you're here! You're going to take care of those little devils, aren't you?”
Sam nodded nervously. “Y-yes, mamm.” He said as he stepped through.
“I'll show you to them. I was nearly tempted to just have my dog handle them. But, I suspect that a few of them might've caused him to get sick earlier.”
The cow lead the aardwolf through the house, and into the kitchen. She opened the pantry, to reveal that one of the shelves had around a dozen and a half micros. Most were foxes, although a few other candids and a leopard were mixed in. They mostly had variations of the same blank look of uncertainty and slight nervousness that Sam himself had.
“Well, I'll leave you to it! I want to get back to my stories.” With that the bovine turned to leave the aardwolf to his job. Sam had never actually seen this many micros up close before. And never when they weren't trying to scurry away. “Um... Hey.” He finally managed. Two of the micros waved back to him.
Sam set the boxes down, opening up the toolbox and pulling out some sort of handheld device, with a small screen and a camera, and stamped with the Critter Hunters logo. “Well, I'm going to get you all scanned, and then I guess I'll take you to get relocated! I'll just need...”
“I'll go first.” One of the foxes stepped forward, raising his arms up. He looked back to the group, giving them a reassuring smile. “Cheer up. Our new home will be much safer.” He looked back to the aardwolf One of Sam's paws reached down to lift up the fox. His fingers moved around, seeming unsure of exactly how to lift up the tiny candid before he settled for gently pinching him by the raised arms, and lifting. He lifted up the scanner, taking a photo of the group's leader with it. A small slip of sticky paper popped out of it. He looked at it for a moment before he set the fox back down, so he could remove the tag, and then wrap it around his leg. Finally he picked him back up so he could set him in the box.
Sam felt strange handling such a small creature. Knowing he had complete and total power over them, and even having a small urge to... he quickly shook his head as he tried to forget about it. He couldn't just eat that fox! No matter how good he thought it'd feel to have him squirming around inside... He quickly set the micro down inside of the container. He picked the scanner back up to repeat the process with a vixen that stepped to the front, this time not bothering to pick her up before scanning her. He took the paper to wrap around her leg, as he glanced around to the rest of the micros. Nobody would really notice if one went missing, would they?
He wrapped a paw around the vixen to pick her up, about to place her into the container. But he couldn't quite bring himself to drop her in. His curiosity began to get the better of him, as he tried to think of how to get away. “I, um...” He looked to the door as he lifted his paws, gently holding the micro near his belly. “Ehheh... I have to uh, go get something.” He began to walk slowly to the door, stepping outside, to stand on the patio and stare at the tire marks his boss left in the pavement. The aardwolf held the small person a bit tighter, pressing her into the white belly fluff between his vest.
The fox was beginning to get a bit nervous as Sam just stood holding her. The loud, wet rumble that sounded behind her a moment later didn't do much to calm her nerves. She looked out above his fingers. “Um, what did you need to-woah!” Without any warning or care, the aardwolf lifted her up to be level with his eyes. He kept her back turned as he stomach of his could keep a small person like her easily concealed. But he knew he could get into so much trouble for eating a person! The least of which would be to lose the job he really needed right now.
“Hey! Can you just get us all packed up, please?” The vixen was growing quite impatient, and a bit scared of the aardwolf. Finally, he decided to act. He opened his jaws behind her, and tilted her towards his lips. “What are you-hey! HEY! Don't-” She tried to begin before the predator stuffed her onto his tongue, and snapped his jaws shut. Sam immediately felt a horrible guilt for what he was doing, but he knew he was beyond the point of no return. He couldn't let the micro tell anyone she got stuffed into his mouth!
The vixen flailed and struggled, trying to work her way out of the aardwolf's jaws. “Spit me out!” She shouted as she tried to pull herself away from that sticky tongue. “I'm not food you brute! I'm a-oof!” The tongue moved to smush her against his upper jaw, and then to move her all around the inside of his mouth. The tongue moved roughly over her fur, with Sam eager to taste as much of her as he could. The sticky appendage began to move back, cornering her against the throat.
Sam hesitated to swallow, and doom the small fox to the pit of his belly. But even if he let her out unharmed, she would immediately tell someone that he tried to eat her. The micro was close enough to his uvula to nearly trigger his gag reflex, and to hear a wet gurgle echo up the esophagus.
“S-sorry...” He mumbled under his breath, before tilting his head back, and gulping. The vixen managed to cling to the tongue for a moment, but with another swallow, she was shoved past the throat and into his gullet. The aardwolf shuddered as he felt the fuzzy creature struggling, inside of his neck while she was slowly pulled deeper into his body. The bulge vanished into his chest, but the sensation remained just as strong as his squirming snack was pushed down through the fleshy tunnel. He let out an audible gasp as he felt the fox get pushed into his stomach. Immediately after he felt something traveling back up his esophagus.
*Urrrp!* He covered his lips as he let out a soft belch. He took another glance around, making sure nobody was around to witness his gluttonous deed, before looking down to his own white belly. He couldn't see any difference from before, but he could certainly feel that vixen struggling inside. He could also hear the fox's voice echoing back up his gullet. Occasionally between her struggles she would either shout for him to let her out, or try to call out for help. Sam was nervous about returning this way, not sure if anyone besides him would actually be able to hear her voice. But it wasn't as though he could just leave half way through.
The aardwolf pulled his green vest over his still flat belly as he stepped back inside. The remaining micros were still waiting dutifuly to be tagged and taken by Sam, though there was a sense of confusion when they saw the giant without the vixen, nor whatever he had to get. "I just put her in the truck..." He mumbled as he picked up a coyote.
"Help! He ate me!" She yelled as loud as she could still flailing in the pool of bile that surrounded her tiny body. "Somebody go get help!" The aardwolf froze, unsure if anyone besides himself could hear the person in his stomach. He was relieved when nobody seemed to pick up on her cries for help, though there was still a noticeable unease as he scanned the coyote, tagged him, and set him down in the container.
"We would like to go be with our daughter." An older looking vixen said firmly. She had a look of deep concern in her eyes, while a male fox standing to her side seemed quite agitated. "Please." The vixen continued.
"I, uh... yeah!" He said, reaching to gently to hold one parent in each paw. The aardwolf walked to the door, his mind racing to figure out just how he was going to fix this. That fox he ate was still struggling and shouting, desperate to get the attention of someone on the outside. He moved the male fox over to his other paw with his wife, so he could open the door and step outside.
Sam just stared blankly at the empty driveway for a moment. He knew that he shouldn't have satisfied his curiosity with that micro! He also realized that taking the parents out to see nothing was probably a poor decision. "Just where the hell is she!?" The male fox shouted.
"She uh... the truck... the truck is somewhere else..." The aardwolf stammered to try making an excuse, but he knew that he blew it. Those two foxes knew that something bad happened, and they were certain to tell everyone else. Sam hated the thought of sending two more micros to their doom... or at least, he knew he should hate it. Truthfully, he was curious to feel someone else sliding down his gullet. To feel his stomach packed tighter with even more micros. And as much as he loved the squirming, he wondered what it'd feel like when they stopped. When that solid lump was just reduced to liquid, sloshing through his digestive system.
The predator held the husband and wife a bit tighter, lifting them up to be roughly eye level. He took another look around to make sure nobody could see them, before he opened his jaws. They got less than a second to glimpse inside, before Sam shoved the husband inside and snapped his maw shut.
The fox began to thrash against the sticky tongue, trying to open the predator's maws back up. The hyena's mighty jaws were easily able to keep him contained however. Sam didn't take the time to enjoy the fox's squirms the same way he did with his daughter however. He still had to take care of the shrieking vixen in his paw, and thus tried to swallow down the micro as quickly as he could. It took a few seconds and a bit of gagging before his tongue was able to shove the fox past the tight throat, and into his gullet. The vulpine was still inside of the predator's neck when he pushed the hysterical vixen into his jaws. With another brief swallow, she would follow her husband into the throat.
Sam shuddered as he felt the two fuzzy lumps sink down into his chest, their squirms causing pleasant tingles both within the fleshy tunnel and beyond. The first fox was pressed onto the sphincter guarding the stomach, with his wife quickly piling in behind. The esophagus had to squeeze a couple of times, before the two were finally pushed into the stomach. Sam felt his stomach walls stretch as the three micros filled them out, leaving him with a satisfied, if not slightly excessive feeling of fullness.
The three foxes couldn't easily recognize each other within the aardwolf's dark stomach. But as they heard, and felt one another, they came to the realization. All were silent for just a moment...
"Let us go!"
"You can't digest all of us!"
"I'm gonna kill you if you leave a mark on any of us us!"
Sam had a bit of trouble making them all out as they spoke at once, but he was able to get the gist of their distress as he gently rubbed over his fuzzy belly. "Hey now... At least you're all going together, right?" He chuckled nervously as he pushed his white furred belly. His fingers could just make out the three distinct lumps the foxes made in his stomach. His abdomen was now just slightly inflated, although it was very difficult for even him to tell.
The aardwolf walked back into the home once again, doing his best to ignore the shouts echoing up his gullet. He relished the squirming inside of his body, but was beginning to look quite nervous. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when it came time to take the remaining micros back out to the non existant truck he claimed to have left some of them in. The micros themselves were also beginning to look uneasy, and doubtful over their supposed new life. A sense of dread hung over them all, though none could quite yet piece together why.
Sam resumed his job, quietly picking up one micro after the other, scanning them, placing the tag on, and setting them down into the container. All the while his belly groaned wetly as it squeezed and churned the three foxes around inside. The gurgles weren't terribly unusual or loud to everyone outside, but they certainly didn't help calm anyone's nerves either.
The aardwolf was in a very precarious situation already, yet he kept coming to think about how it would feel to have even more people inside. To feel his stomach stretched even tighter. To have another tiny being fighting for their life inside. He picked up a gray timber wolf, and simply stared for a few seconds as he thought. He had already eaten three people. Surely just one more couldn't make things worse, could it?
The wolf watched as Sam fumbled with the scanner in his hand, trying to look busy as he pretended to press a few buttons. "Oh, darn... the battery." He said with a weak chuckle. "I'll be back!" With that he walked out of the house once again, with the micro wolf in hand.
This time Sam didn't waste any time standing around. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he parted his jaws and held the wolf up, inches away. A second later the aardwolf's sticky tongue darted out, adhering to the canine's fur. The micro shouted as the tongue yanked back, pulling him right past the aardwolf's lips! The hyena's powerful jaws clamped shut around his prey, though he didn't attempt to swa.llow right away. He was intent on enjoying this tasty wolf more than those two foxes he so hastily crammed down his throat.
Of course, the canine had no desire to be turned into food without a fight. As the foxes before him did, he began to struggle and flail while he screamed. However, the wolf turned out to be significantly stronger than those other micros, so much so that Sam wasn't prepared to handle him. Though the predator's powerful jaws remained firmly shut, he couldn't quite keep the canine from moving about as he pleased within. After a few seconds he gave up trying to savor the micro, tilting his head up to swallow. But the wolf even managed to evade being sent down Sam's gullet, at least temporarily, when one of his limbs went down the windpipe instead.
Sam coughed and gagged, struggling to dislodge the wolf without actually spitting him out. He reached up to massage his neck for a moment, trying to coax the micro down the correct path to his stomach, but to no avail. "You'd better just spit me out!" The wolf shouted. "I ain't gonna be food today!"
With no other choice, Sam ran back into the house and past the micros. They all looked on as the aardwolf began to rummage through the cabinets to find a glass for water. Unable to find one, he ran to the refrigerator, taking a milk jug and beginning to drink it. He fought hard to keep the micro hidden in his lips as he poured the milk into his maw, but the small wolf managed to get his arms past the predator's teeth, pulling himself partway out of the mouth. Sam quickly bumped him with the plastic jug, taking another gulp of milk that finally sent his prey down his throat, still yelling and squirming as he was carried down the slimy esophagus. He put the milk down and gasped for air, putting a hand on his belly as the fourth micro slid in. After he caught his breath, he turned to face the rest of the colony, hoping in vain that they hadn't seen him swallow that wolf. They all stood silently, shocked, and in disbelief.
"H-h-he, he's EATING us!" One of them stammered out, before the rest on the shelf screamed and began to scatter. Sam ran over in a panic, knocking the plastic container underneath the shelf, and using an arm to reach over and knock several of the micros off and into the tub with a single swoop of his arm. He grabbed a husky and fox about to vanish back into the wall, throwing them in with the rest of the shouting little anthros. The shelf was now clear, but he looked down to see a few others scurrying across the floor! He quickly dropped to his knees, reaching out to separately snatch up a wolfess, and a dingo in each hand. There was still another fox about to run under a nearby dishwasher. Thinking quickly, he stuffed the upper half of the dingo into his lips before reaching out to grab the stray vulpine. With the micro's tail and legs dangling out of his mouth he dropped the other two into the container, and began to count as they all screamed and tried to scale the smooth surface.
Sam figured there were fifteen micros at the beginning, with four squirming in his belly. He had a momentary scare when he counted only ten in the plastic tub, before he felt a struggle against his tongue and remembered that dingo. As he held the squirming thing between his jaws, he began to reflect on just how badly he'd messed up. He couldn't bring any of the micros to his boss, or they'd just tell the entire story. He couldn't let them go. He couldn't even bring them far out of the house without someone spotting them screaming in the container! The predator only had one possible way out of this mess. He tilted his head back, slurping the rest of the dingo into his lips before gulping.
Everybody could still see the bulge in the aardwolf's neck when he reached down to grab another micro. This time that wolfess he just captured was lifted up, and unceremoniously pushed past his lips. Unlike the other wolf still struggling in his stomach, he was able to push her down his throat without incident. Sam began to methodically pick up each of the micros, one by one stuffing them into his lips, tilting his head back, and swallowing. He paused and shuddered when he felt the wolfess finally slide down into his already overcrowded stomach. As more followed her into the tight, fleshy pit, the dwindling micros in the container could see the aardwolf's belly begin to visibly bulge. A few distinct lumps appeared and vanished as they struggled, and his digestive system squeezed and churned them around. A bulge in his neck lingered for a bit longer than usual, as a fox managed to stop his descent through the giant's esophagus. But the vulpine was knocked down and towards the gurgling pit below by the next micro that Sam swallowed, a small, shrieking rabbit.
In around a minute, the bin was completely empty. He held a husky in his hand as he rested, feeling the rest of the micros struggle in his overfilled stomach. They all shouted various threats, pleas, and curses, though he could no longer pick out and understand any of them. He pressed one paw onto his belly, using his fingers to feel out the individual anthros below his fur, even as the final micro struggled in his grasp. As his stomach groaned and glorped under the unprecedented load, he held the husky up to his lips.
"P-please, let me go! I'll never tell anyone, I promise!" Sam nearly considered letting the poor thing go. The struggling people in his belly felt wonderful, but he also felt an overbearing guilt knowing what was going to happen to them all. But even then, he relished the thought of his own body reducing all those lively micros into nothing but sludge. Knowing that within a day or so, there would be no trace of the micros left inside of his body. He looked down to the fluff between his vest, continuing to feel it. "Please, please don't put me in there..." His attention was brought back to the husky before him.
"Eh heh, uh..." He couldn't risk the canine breaking her promise and telling anybody. Besides, there was something he wanted to try. "Sorry..." He held the husky back about a foot from his maw. The aardwolf's lips parted, and his long, sticky tongue darted out, firmly attaching to the dog's fur. He pulled it back, yanking the micro right inside!
The small husky whimpered as she heard the sounds of her friends yelling just beyond the predator's throat. The tongue unstuck from her fur, and began to push her around between those tightly shut jaws. Sam wanted to enjoy the dog's taste for a moment, before his tongue pushed her back, and past the tight sphincter that separated his maw and gullet. He reached up to trace her path down past his neck and through his body, shuddering as she was pushed into his belly. There he sat rubbing, massaging his own middle. All the evidence of his misdeeds packed inside of his stomach, ready to be melted away.
Sam sat for a few minutes before he felt something move up his esophagus. He feared that one of them might have found a way to climb out of the fleshy pit, but all that managed to escape was a large bubble of air. He let loose a loud belch, blushing as he covered his lips with a paw. He decided he should go try to explain something to the homeowner, and stood up, walking down the hall and to her bedroom.
"Uh, hey!" He said as he peeked his head through the open door. He deliberately tried to hide the rest of his body from the bovine. "Those micros won't be giving you any more trouble. I uh, got them all packed away..."
"Splendid!" The cow said as she sat up on her bed. "Do I need to pay now, or..." She began to stand, and Sam quickly shook his head. "No no! You uh, we'll send you a bill in the mail. So, I'll go ahead and get these guys out of here..." He turned to leave before she could come look at him.
"Oh, okay. Well thank you again!" She called out as he picked up the empty container, tossing the scanner in, before walking out the door for the last time. Of course, his boss was still gone, though he was quite relieved given the circumstances. It looked like he'd have a long walk home...
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For an hour Sam walked, holding the container close to his belly. The clear plastic didn't do a whole lot to obscure his distended belly, but he did manage to avoid getting close enough to anyone for them to notice. The loud, wet gurgles in his belly became more frequent, as did the churning and squeezing, as his digestive system geared up to digest the massive load of meat. The struggles and screams of his unwilling occupants had died down a good bit within a few minutes of starting to walk. Near the end of his trek however he nearly dropped the container as they were suddenly reignited, stronger than ever. He wasn't sure what spooked them at first, but managed to guess after he heard another loud, wet glorp from inside. "Heh, guess my belly is working..." He stepped inside his home, setting the container down before he collapsed on his couch, jostling all of the people in his stomach. There he could finally resume rubbing his belly. Squeezing it up against the struggling micros, and enjoying the feel of them shoving against that sensitive flesh. After a little while, he decided he should probably call his boss.
"Hey uh, it's Sam. I'm back home now."
"Aw ya didn't have to walk! I was just about to come get ya. Did'ja get the job done?"
Sam paused and gulped.
"Well I... uh..." He began to stammer a bit. "They uh, they all escaped."
He could hear a heavy sigh on the other end of the line, before he continued. "I started to scan them all, just like you told me. But uh... I don't know if I spooked them, but they all just ran away. I looked around, but I think they're out of the house." He continued to rub his belly with one paw while he held his phone in the other.
"You already scanned a few? Aw hell... Now we're gonna have to explain them." He groaned. "Ain't your fault though. I shouldn'ta left you alone on your first job." Sam let out a relieved sigh. "I was so sure that'd be an easy job though! Can't believe they... Just, uh... yeah, we'll get it sorted out. I'll swing by to pick ya up tomorrow, I've already had a long day today."
"Oh, since they were gone, I just sort of told the customer I'd got them all."
The boss chuckled. "Well, at least we still get to bill 'em. Just as long as none of the little critters show back up!" Sam squeezed his own gut, knowing that wouldn't be a problem.
"Cool. Well... see you tomorrow." The aardwolf hung up, and went back to focusing on his belly. He never imagined eating somebody could fill him with so much pleasure! Knowing what was happening inside of that acid filled pit made him feel so alive, so powerful. For the better part of the night he just focused on his filled stomach, rubbing, and occasionally trying to make out what those micros were yelling.
As the evening turned to night, the struggles would very slowly begin to die down. It wasn't that the anthros in his stomach were fighting any less hard, just that the number that *could* fight was beginning to decrease. He also noticed that instead of only feeling hard lumps in his gut, the space beneath his fur was increasingly sloshy, filled with some thick liquid. Some of the remaining solid chunks didn't move, and instead began to break apart beneath his fingers. The shouts and screams began to become quieter and less frequent as well, with the remaining micros giving up trying to plead with or intimidate the predator.
Sam decided that he needed to go to bed. He got up, and looked down to his own bulging middle. His gut was still unnaturally distended, though it was somewhat less conspicuous than before. A distinct lump or two still sometimes appeared, but it was a much smoother curve than before. He felt the contents of his stomach slosh around as he walked to his bedroom, before settling down in his bed for the night. The voices from those digesting micros was soft enough that he managed to ignore it, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
As the aardwolf slept, his stomach remained active in processing the remaining micros. At some point around midnight, the last voice inside of his digestive system was finally silenced, replaced with gurgling. Soon there were no more solid lumps of meat remaining, and his stomach began to pump the sludge intermixed with bones and fur down into the bowels. The only thing remaining that could possibly identify any of the digested anthros were the tags that he had affixed to a few of them. And by morning those would be expelled from his body, along with any other trace of them.
Sam continued to hold his bulging, squishy belly as he slept, subconsciously feeling the half gallon or so of sludge as it slowly made its way through his intestines. Thunderous gurgles erupted from his body throughout the night, brought on by air squeezing back and forth through the remains of his meals. As the night dragged on his digestive system processed those micros even further, breaking down the liquefied meat into its baser elements, and absorbing everything of value to the aardwolf's body. The digestion produced quite a bit of gas, amplifying the already intense wet rumbles inside of him.
As the morning approached, the massive living lunch from yesterday was slowly pushed into Sam's colon. His body had taken everything that it could, though it left behind the bulk of the mass. The gooey liquid was still dotted with indigestable bones and fur, and even the plastic tags that had been affixed to a few of the micros before the predator began to binge on them all, though the acid had worn the ink off. His gut rumbled less often as the muck was slowly dried, and packed down into the end of the aardwolf's large intestines. He shifted a bit in his sleep as that familiar urge to relieve himself began to build, while his tailhole held fast, keeping everything securely in his rectum. As dawn began to break, the building pressure in his large intestine would finally awaken him.
Sam rubbed his eyes, yawning as he sat up. He reached down to feel his belly, momentarily wondering exactly what he ate that had to get out so badly. "Oh... right." He mumbled out loud, as he remembered all of those micros. He pressed into his still distended belly, wondering if anybody could still be alive inside, but he would find no hints of life inside. The aardwolf's digestive system had thoroughly processed those tiny people, just as well as it did any other meat. He sat rubbing his gut for a moment, thinking about how he felt yesterday. Such massive guilt, yet such intense excitement. He hoped that at the very least those micros hadn't suffered too much.
*phffffeeeeeerrt!* The predator's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a large bubble of gas escaped his rear end, very shortly followed by the feeling of his colon contracting, trying to expel the unusually heavy load. He clenched his tailhole as he stood up, walking quickly to the bathroom. The aardwolf quickly slid his pants down and sat down on the toilet, just in time for another loud fart to escape and echo off the porcealin below.
Sam couldn't help but chuckle as he felt his bowels shifting around, trying to push all of that waste out. As though all of the micros he ate were still trying to escape, just as when they had still been alive in his stomach. He shifted in his seat to get comfortable, before relaxing his anus to begin relieving his bowels of that massive burden. The ring of flesh twitched for just a moment, before beginning to flex, and allow passage of a large brown log. The lump of waste was partially made up of his regular breakfast from the previous day, but the numerous specks of white bones that dotted the surface gave ample evidence of his glutony the previous day. The aardwolf sighed as his rectum slowly eased the massive turd out. Around half way through, gravity was able to quickly pull it the rest of the way, making a small squelch as the lump of feces was pulled all the way out of his tailhole before splashing into the water below.
The predator quickly started to push out a second turd, much as he had done the first time. The foot long serpent sitting below looked like it could've been made up of five or so of the tiny people he devoured yesterday, though it was difficult to tell now that they were so totally blended together. Sam let out a soft, pleasured sigh as he felt some fuzz brush past the sensitive flesh in his pucker, before feeling the second log slide the rest of the way out, leaving the bulge on his belly a bit smaller, a bit closer to its natural state. Sam could still feel one more large log sitting in his colon, a bit further away from the exit. He began to gently rub his belly as he pushed and clenched his insides, trying to work everything out. "Come on... I know you all wanted out." After several seconds of trying, he finally felt the turd slide through his rectum, and begin to exit. He sighed happily as his insides were finally relieved of that burden, hearing the final splash. He thought about the fact that he had just pooped out fifteen micros, fifteen tiny people that he had processed in his digestive system without anybody knowing. The simple thought made him tingle.
Sam stood up, first looking at himself in the mirror. Despite feeling that his large intestine was empty, his belly was still a tiny bit pudgier than before. Hopefully nobody else would notice the extra fat... He then looked into the toilet bowl. He scanned for any hint that somebody might have survived the journey through his digestive system. As he expected however, there was no sign anything but fur and bone had made it out of his rear intact. He could see one of the plastic tags poking out of a turd, but with no ink left on it. The predator smiled, satisfied that there was no way to identify any of the micros he ate, before reaching for the flush handle. Water loudly rushed into the bowl, sweeping away the only evidence of his misdeeds into the sewers.
Patting his belly one more time in the mirror, Sam stepped out of the bathroom to call his boss. Hopefully there was somebody else that needed to have some micros "re-homed" today.
