You don’t respond. How is this even possible? Your wife disappeared, Saint appeared with a big gut; surely she was stewing away in there right now right? But no that's not the case Someone else has been in Saint’s gut this entire time and you just assumed. And now you just cheated on your wife, your childhood best friend, on your honeymoon with a woman who you thought killed her. And just as you ask what is wrong with you the guilt comes crashing like a freight train. No words can escape your mouth, only gasps that may be the start of them.

“Amor, why does this woman have a key to your room? Did we forget to put the do not disturb sign on the door?” asks Saint, still on top of you, as she turns to face your clearly pissed off wife. You try to say something but your wife interjects.

“I’M THEIR FUCKING WIFE YOU DIRTY FUCKING WHORE!!!” screams your wife at the top of her lungs. Saint turns back to look at you with tears running down her face. Before you say anything you are cut off by Saint’s hand slapping you hard against your face.

“HIJO DE PUTA! How could you play with my feelings like that pinche pendejo? You act so loving and sweet bringing me drinks and then you take me back to your room and we make love but all I am to you is just some cheap perra huh? I can’t believe you’d manipulate me like that,” Saint cries. It now dawns on you that this entire time Saint thought you were flirting with her. She somehow mistook the drinks you were holding as an offer to her. Who would ever assume that? How socially inept was this woman?

Before you can think about it too much something quickly flashes before your face. It’s Saint’s own face and her maw is wide open. You don’t even get the time to react before your entire head is shoved into her mouth. Maybe if you struggle you could have a chance to escape but you don’t. After all, don't you kinda deserve this fate? You cheated on your wife and best friend with some random woman you saw on your honeymoon. You go limp and Saint makes quick work on swallowing your body. You hate to admit it but it does feel very nice. The warmth of Saint’s innards surrounds you like the best hug you have ever felt. Despite knowing this will be most definitely your end, the feeling is so calming your entire body is at ease. Saint keeps working on your body and you feel less and less of yourself outside of her. Soon enough your head enters her stomach and you quickly find yourself pressed against her previous victim. You’re not sure if they're alive but it doesn’t matter much. It’s so dark you can't see anything anyways. You just feel the warm fluids and flesh wall around you and the beating of Saint’s heart.

Eventually your whole body is in Saint’s stomach. Maybe you could try to punch and scream but you know your fate is sealed and besides this is your punishment. You shift around though, trying to at the very least get into a more comfortable position. As you are doing so you can feel Saint get up and walk towards somewhere. You can’t see anything so you have no idea what’s going on but the faint mufflings of a conversation are just audible. It sounds like an argument but you can’t make out anything.

Then you hear what sounds like someone screaming.

And then the screaming becomes clear.

It’s your wife who is now joining you in Saint’s gut.

Suddenly you begin to panic. Surely she doesn’t deserve this fate. Was calling someone a whore really worth a death sentence? You keep trying to look up to see if you can see your lover come down but still the darkness is too much. You begin to struggle trying something, anything, to save your wife from sharing your fate. But you soon realize it’s too late. You begin to feel another body push up against you in the gastric chamber. She’s screaming and and thrashing, occasionally hitting you in your face but you know it's futile. Some part of you wants to say sorry to her but in the end what's the point?

“And that’s for calling me a whore puta,” exclaims Saint as she flops on to the bed stuffed with a 3 course meal. What terrible luck she had today. First she didn’t wake up in time for the complimentary breakfast, then she couldn’t hang out with her friends because she wasn’t feeling well because she was so hungry, then she had to eat a staffer at the pool because they asked her to not smoke, and just when she thought her day was turning around and she met someone nice it turns out they were married. She felt like a fool. She wraps her arms around her distended gut and drifts off to sleep to the noises of you and your wife and someone else churning.

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