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Your pants were shredded, but there was not a scratch on you. He tossed the rags away, leaving you naked and exposed. Just how the hyena wants you. He had been curling his flexible body down around you, so you were still in a sitting position on the couch as your upper body remained trapped in his gullet. You'd feel him shifting his weight while drool dripped down over your crotch and the base of your tail.

Suddenly you feel dizzy, gravity pulling down on you and you legs hoisted in the air while he holds onto your thighs, pushing them together as he relaxes into the seat you were just occupying. His head tilted back making a straight away to his gut. your head was no more than a bulge in his neck, slowly disappearing into his chest. His heart beat would be all you can hear for a few seconds as it throbs, the bass of it pounding at your eardrums while he feeds you into him slowly. Letting you slide down his gullet while his tongue violates your crotch.

The wet slurping sounds came back as you sunk further into the undulating passage. His paws clutching at your calves as his lips wrap around your knees. While the hot fleshy walls continued to carry you down his paws glided up your shins, and worked at your foot apparel. With your last defiant struggles you kick, but he easily overpowers you and tosses the last of your clothing aside.

As you slide further you can start head hungry growling, his stomach was not far bellow you, a few inches at most. All of you that remained to be devoured were your feet, which the hyena had a fondness for. He'd stroke your pads, and play with your toes as you slowly slipped into his maw. With one final gulp he sealed your fate.

Your head popped though the tight ring and into his stomach, being treated with loud gurgles as the walls churned, folding up to and squeezing against your face. They would slather an even slimier mucus on you than his gullet. With the ring open your body was quickly deposited into the tight prison. The oppressive walls stretching around you to accommodate your size but forcing you to stay curled up. The heat and the smell of the air trapped in his stomach was soothing compared to the tingling that started to make you skin itch, and soon burn. In your last moments you would try to flail and push against the slimy, smooth walls, while they churn and throw you back and forth.

The hyena would smile as he sat on the couch. He had his shirt lifted so his gut could hang out, heavy and full of you. His paws resting on it while he caught his breath. He could feel all of your struggles and there was a curious bulge in his pants. His belly on the other hand showed no sign of your struggles, the walls were thick and so was his hide. Relaxing in the empty club he used his foot to kick your ripped clothes under the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes to take a nice nap.

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