With a decisive gulp, Martin sent his prey down his gullet and into his hungering stomach. His middle distended more as the entirety of his dinner settled. The large weight of his food sat heavy in his belly, and he felt it begin to shift and squirm beneath his skin.
 
 
Oh, he loved the cries of his prey, never failed to send shivers down his spine. He felt like a god, dominating someone like this to such an extent that there will be no trace of them left once he's through.
 
 
His stomach, an emotionless machine, didn't listen to the begging and bargaining, it simply got to work on digesting his delicious meal. It was noisy, groaning and growling as it grinded the prey down to its components. Martin heard sloshing every time his prey kicked, followed by whimpering and sobbing.
 
 
It's hopeless, and it seems they've realized that now. This is when he truly wins, when they give in.
 
 
He caressed his gut, feeling the solid shape of his dinner begin to melt and fade. His stomach squeezed as hard as it could, compressing his dinner and drowning it in stomach acid. His gut was so very satisfied, letting out all kinds of sounds as it melted his prey down into mush.
 
 
He felt feverish, his cheeks flushed as he breathed heavily while the digestion process peaked. Slowly, the body that was once in his stomach disappeared, leaving a round and plump belly in its place. He could feel his meal going deeper inside his gut as his stomach pumped it all into his intestines.
 
 
It felt good to have his small intestine pumped full of nutrient rich food. He felt it slowly travel down his intestinal canal, as the walls absorbed everything and anything useful to his body. He was feeding so well, he felt some needed fat and muscle fill between his ribs and arms as his belly shrunk further. His thighs too, but that was a bit embarrassing to think about.
 
 
He grew stronger and stronger the more he fed, he could feel it in his bloodstream. His dinner had served him well, and it has been blessed to even get to be a part of him. He knows many would have begged to be in its place. They won't need to wait long, however. His gut wasn't done with his meal yet, but it was already eager for more.
 
 
His belly had shrunk down significantly once he had finished. It just looked like a bit of fat or a slightly swollen gut. He belched, almost like a sign of victory, and patted his stomach, squeezing it as he felt it up and down. He liked the way his food had padded him out in a way, but it won't be staying there long.
 
 
Just as he stood up, his gut shook and growled, demanding more food already. His mind couldn't help but flash an image of a squirming prey in his stomach, slowly silenced and killed thanks to his relentless, cruel gut. His mouth watered, despite having just finished his last meal.
 
 
He couldn't help himself. He needed another bite.