Sally turned, looking down at the single occupancy seat below him. Smirking, he sat backward, feeling the leather sink inwards, curving around his shapely behind as the pod-like chair was now supporting one more than intended, the knowledge of which made Sally smile deviously.

"Meant only for one hnh?" He yawned, a wave of lethargic energy sweeping over his body. It was always the case after a large, filling meal. The state of contentment and the feeling of being full always brought on a sleepy mood. The newt would have loved nothing more than to lie back and relax while the meal within him stewed and digested. Sadly there was no such place for him to do so. Fortunately his heavy-loaded belly provided an equilibrium that kept his large body rooted to the seat. Sally could even sit backwards despite there being no backing to the singlet chair. He was comfortable and satisfied. A meal earned, his reward.

Allowing himself to enjoy the moment, Sally carefully pressed his fingers around his bloated, swollen gut. Feeling his fingers sink in to the soft, doughy flesh, the Newt moaned as his belly contorted, warped around his prying digits. Its single occupant squished around the imposing stomach, showing off the gecko's curled up form. Kal was curled up in what appeared to be a foetal position given the shape of the bulge in Sally's lower half. The well-fed newt stroked the swelling slowly, his fingers gently tapping and patting randomly. Each thump a message sent to Kal within him, reminding the gecko just where he was and who he belonged to now.
Kal hardly needed any reminding as the thuds were loud, mixing in with the heavy gurgling of his new surroundings.

A symphony of secretions. That was it. The groans and thumping within the newt were deafening. Kal knew that were he permitted to stay within Sally's belly, the noises would almost certainly drive him to insanity. There was no respite to them, no pausing. It was constant and they were many.
While the innards of the newt were darkened to his eyes, Kal could still make out the curvature of Sally's stomach. Feeling out, pressing his limbs into the walls he felt the flesh ooze more of the enzymes that would eventually render him into a soupy mixture. It was a sobering, horrific thought knowing what would eventually happen to his body. Already he was sitting in a large body of liquid, though as of yet it was having no digestive effect upon his body. That wouldn't begin until the churning started.

The newt's stomach would eventually begin to swirl and beat, bubbling away while Kal's body was taken like a large slab of meat, his form stirred around, mixed up with the enzymes, squeezed against Sally's stomach walls. Crushed against them until his softened body would break apart. The liquid he sat in would then seep into his broken body and begin to eat away at it, dividing it into smaller chunks. Bit by bit.

Kal could see himself. He was watching the entire process and there was nothing to do about it. From the moment Sally's lips came over his head this was the determined outcome. There was no getting away from it. No getting away from the crushing motions of his belly or the smothering heat that surrounded his weakened body. It was almost pitiful for Kal to watch himself struggle, curled up into a feeble ball, no longer able to influence anything other than his own movements while he was digested alive. Kal expected the air to run thin, to struggle for breath before he calmly, peacefully fell into a state of unconsciousness, free from the painful experience. Yet his air remained plentiful while the liquids rose up and around his body, boiling him while the walls around his form finally began to come to life. They did as expected and churned him, stewing his body as if it were contained within some giant newt-shaped pot.

Kal remained a sad, silent observer to his own absorption, unaware that none of what he had "witnessed" had happened. His air had indeed run stale, empty and the gecko had passed out peacefully before the worst came to him. His visions of his own body smothered and engulfed in Sally's stomach were a dying dream presented to the gecko to ease him from his life. He witnessed his own demise yes, but he did not experience it and in the end he passed quietly, tranquil and silent.

Sally felt his meal ease to a still at last. No more struggling, no more muscle twitches or jerks. It was over with a resounding gurgle of his stomach. As a pocket of air rose out from his belly, the newt expelled it outwards, his lips flapping comically as he belched the excess gas.

"Bwoo-OOORRRR-hic!-RRRRP! Oof... ooh... 'scuse me." He grunted patting his chest.


Artwork © kalnareff
Story © eclairtalon

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