Summary: Gris & Dwayne go to a vorey Friendsgiving event. There, Gris meets a nonbinary predator named Andi, and the two end up becoming each other's vore pairing for the night.
 
Featuring: NB/M Oral Vore, Willing Unwilling, Endosoma (No Digestion), Roleplay, Stuffing, Forced Feeding, Belly Rubs
 
Main Characters: Gris, Dwayne, Andi ( https://toyhou.se/12231353.andi )
 
 
 
 
 
As Gris & Dwayne pulled up to Sett’s house, Gris couldn’t help but notice the large amount of cars parked on the driveway and on the street. “I guess Sett’s ‘vore community Friendsgiving’ is a bigger event than I thought,” he said nervously.
 
“Hey, don’t be scared,” Dwayne reassured him, turning off the car and kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. “Sett said everyone here is respectful. If anyone gives you trouble or acts like a dick, they’ll get thrown out, remember?”
 
“I know. . .” Gris mumbled. “And I know Sett said he’ll take it seriously if anyone’s mean to me for being ace, but . . . I don’t know, I’m not used to people /actually/ taking me seriously.”
 
“You trust Sett, don’t you?” Dwayne asked.
 
“Of course,” Gris replied without hesitation. “He’s a good guy.”
 
“Then trust that he’ll do the right thing,” Dwayne said. The wolf gave his human boyfriend a big, fluffy hug. “Ok?”
 
Gris took a deep breath, taking in the familiar smell of his boyfriend’s furry body. “Ok, babe. I will.”
 
The two exited the car, and Dwayne got the sweet potato casserole he’d made the night before out from the back seat. They walked up to Sett’s door, and Gris rang the bell. He could hear quite a few people chatting inside.
 
A few moments later, Sett the orangutan opened the door, and their eyes lit up when they saw Gris & Dwayne. “Hey, I’m so glad to see you two!” they exclaimed. “Ooo, and thanks for the casserole! Want me to put that in the kitchen?”
 
“Oh, sure, thanks,” Dwayne said, handing the food to Sett.
 
“No problem! Come on in, you two!”
 
Dwayne stepped inside first, followed by Gris, who looked around. Sett’s house was filled with people in every room, talking & chatting together while munching snacks that were set out here & there. Gris recognized a few people from the “Group Grub” D&D group that Sett ran—Greg the newt, Peterson the owl, and Sammi the sloth—but most of the people, he didn’t recognize.
 
“Oh!” Sett’s voice startled Gris, and the human turned to the orangutan to see them gesturing for them to follow them. “There are nametags to fill out in the kitchen, so come get some before you chat with everyone!”
 
Gris & Dwayne followed Seb down the hall and into the kitchen, which was filled with people and dishes. Sitting on the counter were paper nametags and markers, along with a piece of paper. Upon glancing at it, Gris realized he’d read it already in Seb’s email for the Friendsgiving, but it couldn’t hurt to read it again:
 
/The Rules of the Vore Community Friendsgiving:
 
1. When you come, be sure to get a nametag! Put your name, pronouns, whether you’re a predator or prey, and anything else you’d like to mention. If you’re a switch, also write whether you put pred or prey when you RSVPed.
 
2. There will be around an hour to go around the house and chat with people. Use this as an opportunity to get to know others in the community, and to find a pred/prey for later.
 
3. Once the Thanksgiving meal starts, ONLY PREY are allowed to have seconds! Preds & friends of the prey are encouraged to get the prey STUFFED—have fun with it, as long as it’s consensual and not disrupting others!
 
4. After the meal, preds & prey are matched up for vore time. You can have a vore partner chosen in advance, or you can be randomly matched up with somebody.
 
5. All toys and equipment in the house are available for use for your vore time, but clean up after yourself! We keep our sex toys sanitary around here. Also, prey-strength antacids are required—they can be found in every room, and are marked./
 
When Gris finished reading, he got a nametag and marker. As he filled it out, Dwanye did the same, and the wolf asked, “So, are you sure you want to match up with someone here? We can be vore partners if you’re anxious.”
 
Gris wrote, /Gris, He/They, Transmasc Asexual Prey/ on his nametag, thinking over Dwayne’s words as he finished filling it out. “I want to try,” he finally answered. “I might change my mind, but I want to try spreading my wings a little bit.”
 
“Sounds good, babe,” Dwayne said, kissing Gris on the cheek.
 
Gris glanced at Dwayne’s nametag and read, /Dwayne, He/E, Genderqueer Switch (primarily pred)/. “I gotta use e/em/eir more often for you, babe,” Gris said. He let out a sigh. “Sorry. I don’t do that enough. . .”
 
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, hun,” Dwayne said. “I know you affirm my identity, no matter what.”
 
“Still though—how about I try to introduce you to everyone here with e/em/eir?” Gris asked, scratching his wolf boyfriend behind the ears. “Would you like that?”
 
Dwayne’s eyes lit up. “That would be great, babe! Thank you!”
 
Gris kissed his cheek. “Of course. Ready to go around and chat?”
 
Dwayne put on his nametag, and watched as Gris did the same. “You know it, hun.”
 
And so, the two of them went around the party. As they walked up to a talkative group, Gris couldn’t help but feel intimidated—there were so many people here he didn’t know, and surely all of them were more experienced with vore than him. Was this going to go well?
 
Once they got close to the group, Gris could make out the conversation. “. . . /Future Fighter Infinite Online/ is crazy!” a pink dog was saying, shaking her head as she munched on cheese and crackers. Her nametag read, /Lydia, She/Her, Queer Switch (Prey)/. “How do you keep track of everything going on in that game?”
 
A red-haired human shrugged and laughed shyly. “It’s all about compartmentalizing, I suppose,” they replied. “But then again, I’ve been following the game since the beginning, so I guess it’s easier for me to track than other people.”
 
As they continued to speak, Gris couldn’t help but be drawn to them. They were wearing a green midriff that showed off their belly, along with a lacy black skirt and black combat boots. Their nametag read, /Andi, They/Them, Nonbinary Switch (Pred tonight~), Aroace/—/I’m not the only asexual person here?/ Gris thought. He smiled to himself, relieved & happy.
 
He was brought back to reality when a fox (/Ian, He/Him, Pred/) said, “Welcome to the circle, you two. Want to introduce yourself?”
 
Dwayne looked over at Gris, who nodded and said, “Um, yeah! I’m Gris, and this is my boyfriend, Dwayne.” He gave Dwayne a smile and said, “E made the sweet potato casserole that’s in the kitchen.”
 
“Ooo, sweet potato casserole!” a cockatiel (/Birch, She/Her, Switch (prey)/) exclaimed. “That’s a classic. Does yours have marshmallows?”
 
Dwayne grinned and nodded. “Yep, you know it!” e replied.
 
“Oh, awesome!” Birch pumped a fist. “I can’t wait to pig out on that!”
 
A snail (/Flora, Gender Unknown, She/They, Pred/) laughed and said, “Gotta rub in the fact that prey get to gobble all of the food up. . . Meanie!”
 
Birch chuckled and teased, “Hey, at least you’ll get to gobble /me/ up later, right?”
 
Everyone in the group laughed. Andi turned to Gris & Dwayne and asked, “Did you two pair up with a vore partner already? Or are you getting paired up with someone random?”
 
Gris was tempted to say, “I kind of want to pair up with you,” but he decided to hold his tongue. Instead, he said, “Um, we’re still deciding.”
 
“Come on, Andi, use your head—they’re probably paired up with each other,” Ian pointed out with a laugh.
 
“Oh—duh, of course,” Andi said, looking embarrassed. “Sorry, I should’ve realized. . .”
 
“No, it’s ok,” Gris quickly reassured him. “We might end up being each other’s vore partners tonight, or we might try being with someone else. We’ll see where the night goes, right?” He looked over at Dwayne.
 
Dwayne smiled and pet Gris’s head, making the human blush. “That’s right, love,” e said with a grin. “We’ll see where the night goes.”
 
“Aww, you two are so gay,” Lydia said with a smile. “To be clear, I mean that as a compliment.”
 
“Thanks,” Dwayne said with a wink. “I hear guys who date guys are . . . /queer/? Who would’ve thought?”
 
“No way,” Andi joked with a laugh. Gris laughed too.
 
From there, the conversation shifted to one about how everyone met Sett, but Gris wasn’t really paying attention. He kept sneaking glances at Andi when no one was looking, feeling a longing in his heart for the other human. . . They were certainly beautiful. He'd never been eaten by another human before, and found himself imagining what it might be like to slide down their throat. . .
 
Then, Andi unexpectedly caught his eye! Gris blushed, and as he held the other human’s gaze, they gave him a seductive smile and tucked their hair behind their ear. Gris turned away and tried to return his focus to the conversation.
 
A moment later though, Sett’s voice played loudly over a speaker: “ATTENTION! DINNER IS SERVED! EVERYONE TO THE BACKYARD FOR FOOD!”
 
Dwayne took Gris’s hand. “Let’s go find a seat for you,” the wolf said, teasingly tickling the human’s chin. “Then I’ll get to feed you, and fatten you up!”
 
Gris giggled. “I’d like that,” he said.
 
Dwayne smiled, then whispered into Gris’s ear, “Do you want to ask Andi to join us? I saw you were eyeing them. . .”
 
Gris blushed. “Is that ok?” he whispered back.
 
“Absolutely,” Dwayne replied. “Want to catch up to them while I save us some seats?”
 
“Yeah!”
 
Gris weaved through the crowd heading towards the kitchen, and soon, he found Andi. They were looking around, clearly unsure who to go with.
 
Gris tapped Andi’s shoulder, and they turned around. “Oh! Hello again,” they said with a smile.
 
“Hey,” Gris said, giving them an awkward wave. He cleared his throat and blurted out, “Um, do you want to sit with Dwayne and me?”
 
Andi’s eyes lit up, and they exclaimed, “Yeah, of course! I’d love to!”
 
Andi took Gris’s hand and led him to the backyard, which was out the patio door in the kitchen. Gris blushed—Andi’s hand was soft, small, and so beautifully warm.
 
In the backyard were a large amount of fold-out tables for people to sit, with all of the food sitting on a long table on the back porch. Gris looked around, and saw Dwayne sitting at a table to the right, covering the seats next to em with his paws. Gris pointed and said, “Dwayne saved us some seats.”
 
“Oh, that was so thoughtful!” Andi exclaimed, heading towards the wolf.
 
Soon, the two of them were standing behind Dwayne, who gave them both a smile. “Glad Gris got you to sit with us, Andi,” Dwayne said. He stood up and told them, “Andi, I was thinking Gris could sit between us, and the two of us could have some fun with him.”
 
Andi’a eyes light up, and they exclaimed, “Oh, hell yeah! What do you have in mind?”
 
Dwayne smiled. “Perhaps the three of us can discuss it further?”
 
“Absolutely,” Andi happily agreed. They turned to Gris and asked, “Are you up for it?”
 
Gris nodded, barely able to speak—the thought of being the plaything of his boyfriend and this hot enby was quite overstimulating. “Y-Yeah!” he managed to squeak. “I’m down!”
 
Just as the three of them sat down, they heard a loud, “GOBBLE GOBBLE!” which quieted the vore lovers around them. They turned to face the sound: it was coming from the porch, where Sett stood with an anthro turkey.
 
Once the crowd was quiet, Sett said, “Thank you, Tyrone,” to the turkey, and the turkey sat down at a table. Then Sett addressed everyone in a loud voice: “Alright! For those of you unaware, you get your food one table at a time, in the order of the number in the center of your table. I’ll call up Table 1, then 2, then 3, and so on. That way, everyone gets to eat in an organized fashion, and the line doesn’t eat long at any given time.
 
“Don’t forget the rules: only prey can get seconds, in order to make sure preds leave their bellies enough room for their prey! And you’re allowed to have as much fun at the tables as you’d like, as long as you don’t disrupt others! So, use your discretion.
 
“After you eat, you can then go inside and have fun with your prey partner! Any room in the house that’s not locked is available for you to use.
 
“Alrighty then: Table 1, come on up!”
 
Gris glanced at the center of the table, and saw that they were at table 5. “I guess we have sons time,” he said to Dwayne & Andi.
 
“I guess we do,” Dwayne agreed with a smirk. E looked over at Andi and asked, “Want to talk about how we’re going to tease Gris?”
 
Gris blushed. Andi cleared their throat and said, “I’m definitely down to do that, but I want to understand some boundaries first.” They looked from Gris to Dwayne and said, “After all, you two are boyfriends, and I don’t want overstep if you want to take the lead, Dwayne. . .”
 
“We’re in an open relationship, and as for me, you can tease Gris as much as I tease him,” Dwayne replied. E glanced at Gris. “As long as you’re ok with that, of course, babe.”
 
Gris nodded eagerly, feeling himself getting overstimulated again. He took a deep breath and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, trying to relax. “I’d definitely like that,” he said, blushing.
 
“Ok, cool,” Andi said, looking relieved. They gave Gris a smile and asked, “So, what kind of stuff do you want to be teased about while eating?”
 
Gris blushed and smiled, happy to answer the question. “Well, I love being teased about how I’m being fattened up in order to become a predator’s meal,” he replied excitedly. “Belly rubs are great, too. . . Oh, and Dwayne & I do a lot of ‘willing unwilling’ scenarios, where I’ve been kidnapped and e’s the kidnapper. I’m a big fan of that kind of power dynamic.”
 
Andi nodded, taking this all in, and asked, “Do you like force feeding?”
 
Gris thought for a moment and said, “I’ve actually never done that before. . . Um, do you possibly want to try it?”
 
“If you’re ok with it,” Andi replied shyly. “I don’t want to make you. . .”
 
“I /want/ to!” Gris reassured him. He smiled. “I think it could be fun.”
 
Andi smirked, then reached over and brought their hand over Gris’s stomach, gently rubbing the man’s belly. “I’d definitely like to fill you up,” they said seductively, looking into Gris’s eyes. “Stuff your mouth with food, make you nice and full and /amazing/ to eat.” They ran their tongue over their lips. “The perfect Thanksgiving dinner.”
 
Gris felt his face turn red as arousal filled him. “I’d like that,” he said with a grin. “Maybe I could be the perfect Thanksgiving dinner for you. . .”
 
Andi looked surprised, and Gris saw them glance behind them, at Dwayne. But then they caught themself, and their smile returned. “Maybe,” they agreed, patting Gris’s belly. “We’ll see where the night goes.”
 
“Alright, Table 5, come on up for food!”
 
Gris startled—he hadn’t even heard Tables 2 to 4 get called up, and it was already their turn! Andi looked surprised too, and they removed their hand from Gris’s belly, standing quickly. “Um, I guess we’re up,” they said.
 
“Y-Yeah,” Gris agreed, standing too. He glanced over at Dwayne. “You coming, babe?”
 
“In a sec,” Dwayne replied. “You two go on ahead. I just want to go talk to Lydia really quick.”
 
Gris nodded, and followed Andi to the line. The two waited and got their food in silence—Gris wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted more, but he didn’t want Andi to feel like they were competing with Dwayne. . . What to do?
 
When they returned to the table with their food, Gris saw Dwayne approaching with a plate, too. “I was talking to Lydia,” Dwayne told them with a grin, “and guess what? It turns out she doesn’t have a pred for the night.” E winked at Andi. “I was thinking I could give you two lovebirds some private time, and I can go spend some time with Lydia.”
 
“A-Are you sure?” Gris asked.
 
“I hope I didn’t push you away. . .” Andi said, sounding ashamed.
 
“No, not at all!” Dwayne reassured them. “I just think the two of you are really connecting, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. I want to give you both some time together.”
 
Gris nodded. “Ok,” he agreed, standing up and giving Dwayne a peck on the cheek. “Have fun with Lydia, ok?”
 
“Of course,” Dwayne said, kissing the top of Gris’s head when Gris sat down. “You two enjoy your time together!”
 
With that, Dwayne walked away. Gris & Andi looked at each other, and Andi gave Gris a reassuring smile. “You ready?” they asked. Gris nodded, and Andi put their hand on his belly. “So, let’s say I’ve kidnapped you,” Andi told him.
 
Gris grinned. “I’m listening.”
 
“I took you down to my basement dungeon and as you’re waking up, I come down with a big plate of food,” Andi continued. They reached over and stroked Gris’s cheek. “Finally, you’re awake, my sweet,”
 
“Who are you?” Gris asked, roleplaying fear in his voice. “What do you want from me?”
 
Andi took a forkful of sweet potato casserole and held it up. “I want you to eat for me,” they replied. “I want to see you get nice & full, absolutely stuffed with food. . . I know you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
 
Gris blushed, then nodded. “That’s true. . . I would. . .”
 
“Good boy,” Andi praised him. Then they broke character and asked, “Um, is it ok to say that to you, or—?”
 
“Yes, absolutely,” Gris blurted out. He turned redder, and said, “I mean, I love stuff like that. So that would be great.”
 
Andi smiled. “Excellent. Say, ‘Ahhhhh~!’”
 
Gris opened his mouth, and Andi put the food inside. Gris ate it with a happy sigh—Dwayne’s recipe was so good! When he swallowed it, Andi rubbed his stomach and said, “Good boy. Have some more.”
 
And so, Gris ate bite after bite of food, all while Andi praised him and rubbed his stomach. Occasionally, Andi would whisper something teasing into Gris’s ear, like, “Look at you, getting fatter & fatter. You’re becoming a great meal,” or, “Every bite makes you bigger, and more perfect. I can’t wait to see what you become for me.” Each time, a pleasant tingle would run up Gris’s spine.
 
Halfway through the food, Andi said, “Pause for a second—can you still eat more, or are you getting full?”
 
“I’m not full yet,” Gris replied.
 
“Ok. Um. . .” Andi fidgeted for a moment, then asked, “So, for that force feeding I mentioned . . . do you mind pretending that you’re full? I like it when, in the roleplay, it feels like I’m filling someone up past their capacity.”
 
Gris nodded. “I can do that,” he agreed with a grin. “Anything else, or do you want to resume now?”
 
Andi smiled. “Nothing else, we can resume now.”
 
“Ok.” Gris took a deep breath, and then got back into character. “Please, I’m too full,” he begged Andi as the kidnapper brought another bite of food to his lips.
 
“I don’t care if you’re full—we’re not done yet,” Andi growled. “You’re going to eat more, and you’re going to like it.”
 
“B-But—”
 
“You can either do what I say, or face the consequences,” Andi told him with an evil smirk. “Your choice.”
 
Gris gulped, roleplaying fear—inside, he was even more aroused & excited. “I’ll eat,” he whimpered. “Just don’t hurt me. . .”
 
“Good boy,” Andi praised his victim. “Here, have another bite, my sweet.”
 
Andi gave him more & more food, forcing Gris to finish the plate. His whispers got more sinister, with lines like, “Look at you, getting super stuffed now. . . I love it when I give prey more than they can handle,” and, “I love forcing food down my prey’s throat—it reminds them that they belong to me now, and I do what I want with them.”
 
Soon, Gris was finished eating, and Andi gave his belly a few more rubs. “Look at you, stuffed to the brim,” Andi said, looking & sounding quite satisfied. “You’re the perfect piece of food now, aren’t you, Gris?”
 
Gris swallowed hard. “W-What does that mean for you?” he asked.
 
Andi smiled and licked his lips. “It means that you’re perfectly suited to be my food,” the predator told him. Then, they cleared their throat and said, “Pause—um, is that something you would be open to?”
 
Gris nodded shyly. “Um, yeah—I definitely want to be your meal tonight,” he said. “I really like you, and I’d love to get in your stomach.”
 
Andi smiled, blushing, looking very pleased. “I’d love that too.”
 
Gris smiled back. Then, he pointed at Andi’s plate and said, “Though, I think you should eat, first.”
 
“Oh, yeah, I probably should, huh?” Andi said with a laugh, picking up their fork. I’ll get on that.” They took a bite, then asked, “While I eat, um, do you want to discuss what you want to do after this?”
 
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Gris agreed. “Here’s what I was thinking. . .”
 
And so, the two of them talked over the scene. After Andi was done eating, they went inside the house, and luckily, there was a bedroom available upstairs that no one was in yet. So the two of them went inside and locked the door.
 
As Gris sat down on the side of the bed, he realized—he’d forgotten to discuss the elephant in the room. “Um, wait,” he said, sitting up. “There’s something I should tell you.”
 
“Oh, sure thing,” Andi said, sitting next to him. “What’s up?”
 
Gris swallowed hard, and as he spoke, he looked away, fidgeting nervously. “You probably saw on my nametag that I’m asexual,” he said, “and that means I don’t want anything sexual in the bedroom, like, at all. I don’t even want you to /touch/ my vagina.” He glanced over at Andi, unsure as to what the other human might think. “I know you’re aroace, but even so, not everyone understands my limits—that’s part of why Dwayne and I get along so well; he’s always been fine with them.”
 
Andi nodded. They put a comforting hand on Gris’s knee. “Trust me, I’m totally fine with that,” they reassured him. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
 
Gris let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good—thank you.”
 
“Of course,” Andi said with a nod. They grinned. “With that said . . . do you want to get started?” Gris nodded. “Good. Then you know what to do. Take off your clothes,” Andi ordered.
 
Gris quickly removed his outer garments, but kept his boxers on. “Is this ok?” he asked.
 
“That’s perfect,” Andi told him. They spotted a bottle prey-strength antacids on the bedside table and picked it up. They took one of the antacids out and swallowed it before turning back to Gris. “Let’s get started.”
 
Gris laid down on the bed, and Andi came on top of him with a smirk. “Finally, you’re big enough to eat, my sweet,” the predator said, licking their lips.
 
“Please, y-you don’t have to eat me!” Gris begged.
 
“Oh, come on—I kidnapped you so you could be my perfect Thanksgiving dinner, and I’m not letting a perfectly good meal go to waste,” Andi purred.
 
They gently wrapped each hand around each of Gris’s wrists, then raised Gris’s arms up, so that the man’s hands were near their mouth. They sucked on one of Gris’s fingers for a moment, and then, they put Gris’s right hand inside of their mouth!
 
“Ahhh!” Gris cried out as his hand became surrounded by a wet, moist place. He could feel Andi’s tongue dancing on his flesh, savoring his flavor. With a happy moan, the predator stuffed Gris’s left hand in their mouth, too, and licked both hands up with passionate hunger.
 
“You’re so delicious—how can I resist you, Gris?” Andi asked with a smile. “Time to send you where you belong~!”
 
“No, wait—”
 
Gris’s cry was interrupted when Andi swallowed both of his hands with a loud /GLLLK/, and he felt his fingers slide into the other human’s throat. He tried to pull his arms out of the predator’s mouth, but the esophagus had sealed around his hands, rendering them stuck—he couldn’t escape!
 
Andi swallowed more bites of him, devouring more of Gris’s arms and bringing Gris’s head closer to his hungry maw. “I-I don’t want to be Thanksgiving dinner!” Gris exclaimed when his head was inches from the predator’s mouth. “Please, just spit me out!”
 
“You might as well accept your new place in life—you’re just food now,” Andi snarled. With that, they sucked in Gris’s head, lapped it up, and sent it down their throat with a /GUUUUULP!/
 
Gris smiled upon entering the esophagus—surely his presence was making a big bulge on the outside, and that was fun to think about. Andi devoured him faster, slurping up his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Gris felt his hands pop into an open space, and his heart skipped a beat—he knew exactly where they were, and he couldn’t wait to be there himself. . .
 
Once the predator reached his midsection, Gris finally reached his destination. His head popped into a new area, a spherical chamber covered in red, rubbery walls that grunted & growled with hunger. “No, please!” Gris roleplayed, feeling excitement fill him. “I-I can’t be in your stomach!”
 
Andi laughed, slurping up Gris’s thighs and ignoring the man’s vagina (which Gris was very grateful for). “Believe it, /meat/,” the predator said with a smirk. “It’s like I said, you’re just food now. And food goes in a stomach, doesn’t it?”
 
“Let me out!” Gris begged, hitting the belly walls with his hands. Even as Andi gulped down his calves, and he felt himself curling up in the stomach, he resisted his fate. When he felt his feet get sent down the throat, his heart sank. A moment later, all of him was inside of the hungry belly, which was bloating out significantly thanks to his presence.
 
Andi sighed and leaned back, rubbing their gut in satisfaction. “Mmmm, you truly were an /amazing/ Thanksgiving feast,” the predator mused with an evil laugh. “Now, settle in, prey, because soon you’re gonna be digested!’
 
“D-Digested?!” Gris roleplayed. “No, I don’t want to be digested!”
 
“Too bad~!” Andi replied. “You’re going to be broken down into mush and become part of me, just another piece of fat on my thighs. . . Might as well savor your existence while you can, Gris!”
 
Fuck, that was such a turn-on! Gris smiled and leaned against the walls of the stomach. They weren’t as thick as Dwayne’s, nor was the space as big, but it was still very cozy nonetheless. And even though the digestion talk was just part of the roleplay, it was still very fun to imagine.
 
He closed his eyes, feeling himself drifting off. He’d have to tell Andi thank you when the predator woke him up. This had been a wonderful time.
 
Gris was glad he had decided to spread his wings and try a different predator than Dwayne, even if just for tonight.