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** STORY **
On a cold morning day in a mountain forest, you wake up to find yourself abnormally small, about half the size you should normally be. And worse yet all of your belongings were gone, including your pokeballs! After a mental breakdown over the situation, you gain your composure and just think:

“I just need to find the ranger station, they should be able to help find my pokemon, and hopefully return me to a normal size.” So you begin down the now longer path back towards the station.

You reached a cliff near the edge of the trail and took a scenic look down. And fortunately enough, you notice a couple camping below at the bottom of the cliff, it would only take a few minutes to reach them to get help. You began down the cliffside hill to start hearing a slight rusling in the giant bushes boarding the forest. A sense of dread overcomes you as you realize you were helpless at this size, and more so without your pokemon. You glared into the dark forest, and nervously gulp. It was probably some passive pokemon, like a Pidgey or Caterpie, you haven’t encountered any predators during the trip up the mountain, It’s not like you would see one now?

You’d eat that thought instantly. As soon as you turned away from the forest and started walking, the bushes rattled loudly whilst tree branches broke. You turn your body back quickly to only catch a flash of orange then black.

You were slammed to the ground belly up, as a crushing squishy weight pushed all around from above. A warm soft leathery form has you pinned flush to the ground. Having the breath knocked out of you, you draw in quick panicked breathes rapidly. But you only have a small pocket of air you quickly exhaust into your hot breath, and the warmth of the squishy walls around you grows exponentially more intense as you burn beet red.

*BADUMP* *BADUMP* A damp, yet loud heartbeat echos from everywhere above you through the soft leathery walls; as well as the sound of hot bubbling rushing streams of liquids.
The squishy prison pinning you slowly rises a few inches off the ground, whilst you hear a deafening current of air being blown into the leathery prison on top of you, inflating it like a balloon. The heavy pressure relieved off your stomach and face gives you a few precious seconds to move your paining limbs, and take in deep breaths of air. Before you could start crawling away, the air rushes away and the heavy hot water balloon deflates onto you crushing you again. As you start to sweat slightly from the heat of the balloon and lack of air. And in your quick panicked breaths you think about your own stomach inflating and deflating, to realize where you were.

*GUUUUUUUUURR BLRP GROOAAN* The beasts’ stomach growls through it’s squishy hot walls as the air flows back into the lungs lighting the stomach on top of you. Instinctively, not wanting to be crushed again, you pull up your hands and knees to brace for impact when the chest descends again. The squishy stomach deflates again back on top of you and immediately flattens you flush against the ground as hear a hungry stomach rumbling through the heartbeats and rushing body fluids. You started to severely sweat having been trapped under this tight hot space for a while now, especially since the stomach seemed to only be getting hotter and hotter overtime. You want out from under this hot heavy squishy cushion. And as soon as the pressure squelches off your body, you start crab crawling backwards in a frenzy. Going as fast as you could with a low hanging fleshy ceiling hanging above you. You feel a large clump of scratchy fluffy hair nest your head as the stomach blows back out to flatten to the ground, pushing you into your hot sweaty entrapment for another dozen seconds. After it lets up again, you grip the clumps of hairs above you, and start climbing them to escape the horribly stomach, you see a sliver of light peeking through the now lit golden hair as you hastily scurry up the fluffy ceiling. From the light you hear a loud exhale of air as the walls start the flush against the ground again, but you were fast enough to push your overheated body back into the world of light, only getting below your knees caught under the pressure.

You huff exhausted from being overheated, sweaty, sore; lacking air for the past minutes under the stomach. And you look around, to see you were covered in a shadow. To your left and right, orange forelegs with a black stripe boxed you in a triangle formation, paws touching at the end. And from the dirt covered golden neckfur pressing your legs to the ground, you trailed it upwards, where it stretched far and wide thinning out at a massive under jaw of the same color; with black rubbery lips boarding edge. A wet black nose and orange ears come into view as the black lips tilted downwards towards your direction, and a white glob of liquid pooled at the bottom lip.

*DRIP* A slimy wet glob of saliva splashed onto your face coating the entire left side of your sweating face in thick sticky liquid. The jawline tilts further down. The nose was slightly bigger than your forehead, and in the distance, green eyes appeared that were just as big. This was an Arcanine that pounced you.

The Arcanine stuffed it’s large wet juicy nose into your face, pressing it’s moist slimy texture to your cheek, and it starts to sniff you. Short strong vacuum currents suck the sweat and saliva off your face. It takes a long sniff, and your long hair gets sucked into the Arcanine’s nostrils a tad. It snorts out in reaction, blasting all those liquids it’s nose pulled in, your hair, and a tad big of dog mucus across your face and the ground. The Arcanine lowered the nose to start sniffing at your chest and crotch, when the dress is pulled in towards its nose, it sneezed the dress violently against your legs with a layer of mucus. The Arcanine then lowered it’s nose down further and dug it under the dress, you blush bright red as it’s slimy lips and nose glide up your legs, under your dress, onto to your sweaty panties. You stare silently into the Arcanines big sharp eyes, as it sniffs it a few, teasing your pussy with quick currents of wind pulling up your panties. But then it takes a long hard suck, latching onto your crotch and pulling in all the air inside your pussy and around the crotch into it’s nosey nostrils. You moan out from the sheer pleasure of your privates being sucked on as the Arcanine pulls it’s head out from under your dress and it opens it’s maw.

The black juicy lips part to show a set of canines open to expose it’s slimy red drool filled mouth. Immediately at the back of the mouth, through the thick saliva stands, you can see a warm orange light at the end of it’s pulsating throat. The Arcanine exhales, and a cloud of hot steam blows out from your legs up to your face. Warming your body temporarily in the sudden hot air (in the cold morning day), and giving you the awful smell of greasy stinky morning dog breath up your nose, making you wince in disgust.. Before you can admire any more of it’s maw you feel another glob of saliva splatter onto your legs. The Arcanine lunges forward and hooks it’s lower jaw under your dress, it’s under-jaw fur covering your legs and crotch in a fuzzy floofy blanket.The Arcanine shuts it’s jaws waist of your dress, and in one quick motion, tears it straight upwards. Your body is momentarily forced along with the jaw, before the entire front of the dress separated from your body letting you slam back below in your prison trapped below the paws, and the very nosey maw.


Between the two black lips, a long slimy pink tongue slithered out, slathered in saliva, it was the same width as your waist. The tongue dripped onto your shins, plastering them in a thick coat of hot drool, and the tongue slithered up your thighs leaving a trail of slime. The tongue glazed over your panties, drenching them in hot sticky saliva as the trail slid up past your sensitive nipples. You are full red in the face, eyes closed, moaning as the tongue reaches your chin. The hot sticky tongue presses all across your face, blotching out the sounds of the world with it’s slime. You felt the hot slimy hunk of mass slowly slide across your face. The bottom of the tongue finally got to your chin and swept across your face, whipping upwards away. You were left in a trail of hot sticky slime, that you immediately went to wipe away from your eyes.

The Arcanine purred, it’s tongue receded back between his lips whilst the lips opened again, this time stretching it’s maw wider. The bottom of it’s jaw rested onto your pelvis, as the top of the jaw rose above your head, letting you stare into it’s red hot slimy tunnel. Waves of heat blast against your entire body in a rhythm. A rhythm that you watch the fleshy mouth muscles expand and contrast to; and the drool coated tongue sliding in and out in accordance with it’s hot heavy panting. The tongue which was slideing outwards to plop against your belly button, before it would slink back inwards along with the breath. You lay back flat against the ground trapped under the mesmerizing spell of its heat and smell enveloping your body. Suck in a daze with the pushing and pulling of hot waves of thick, suffocating, greasy, smelly Arcanine breath washing over your body in short second long bursts. Out with each breath you felt flexs of saliva spray onto your torso and face. It was intoxicating to breath in the hot stinky breaths warming you body, the odor of searing hot meat, saliva, and an unhygienic set of yellow teeth blowing pasts your body repeatedly, enveloping all of your senses. You just wanted to sit there forever under it’s hot slimy, smelly, suffocating maw.

But.. your primal urge to run had kicked in. Slowly you start to wiggle your way backwards trying to push yourself upwards away from the hovering Arcanine maw. You squirmed further back until you nestled your head into it’s paws that were pinning you in a cage match with it’s mouth. You were trapped between legs as thick as your belly, and a hot slimy maw above you, there was no escape for now. The Arcanine closes it’s jaw a tad, and pushed it’s tongue into your chest. In a mad frenzy, the Arcanine rapidly slid it’s tongue up your chest and face in quick strokes, tasting the salty body of yours and soaking you completely with it’s sticky saliva. You are pressured to the ground under its fleshy tongue, squelching around your form every time it swiped your body. Having to embrace it’s hot slimy tongue over and over again. You let you body go limp and stop resisting. You are drowned in a thick goopy layer of hot warm saliva coating your body under it’s many vicious rough slimy lashes.

Eventually, you feel the assault from the squishy pink mass of flesh stop, and prop yourself sitting up, drenched in saliva. You wipe off big globs of drool from your body as you feel the comforting rhythmic waves of hot bad dog breath smacking against your body again, you turn your head away in disgust, trying to keep the full extent of the breath from reaching you, but not to any avail.. You clear the saliva enough to open your eyes to meet to warm gaping mouth in front of you again. Not wanting to be assaulted by its tongue again, you put your hands onto it’s bottom jaw, and try pushing against the big dogs head. It didn’t budge against any of your strength, and just sat there panting heavily into your face.

“Please, LEAVE ME ALONE!” You scream into the Arcanine’s steamy mouth as you waste your effort trying to push it’s maw away. As if hearing your cry, the Arcanine snaps its jaws closed quickly, but not appease your demands, but to quickly gag. It’s jaws shoot back open and a hurricane of hot dank smoke shoot out of it’s mouth in a long and deafening *BEEEEEEEELCH*. Your eyes teared up, your nose burned, and you start audibly gagging on the absolutely revolting musky smell of burning rotten meat and gasteral acids continuously pounding against your face, along with strands of saliva roping across your body. Your nose is on fire from the disgusting smell, and you clamp both your hands across your nose trying to stop the stink from hurting you anymore. The Arcanine’s jaws snap closed again and cuts off the hot stench that billows past you. You cough and spit from the hot thick gas and it’s wet nasty smell. The Arcanine snorted a short cloud of the gassy burp out from its nose in your direction . Through your watering eyes you could see the Arcanine smacking his lips in anticipation, it was ready to eat you! In no way were you going to let such a thing happen!

You roll onto your belly and get to your knees, feeling a heavy hot breath blast straight through your dress tail into your butt. You clumsily throw yourself over the small hurdle of paws that the Arcanine was using to box you in, landing on your hands and knees. You feel a fluffy mass brush up against your butt stuck up in the air, and snap onto the back only dress flowing behind you like cape. You get tugged backwards by your shoulders, the only part of the dress attached to your body. You are pulled to have your backside flush against the Arcanines scratchy fluffy paws as you feel the Arcanine tugging hard to rip the dress off. It finally is torn off, and you are flown forwards from the force, left only in your panties in the chilly morning air.

Your breath and heartbeat hastens as you desperately scramble to your knees and feet, feeling the paws behind you move as the Arcanine does the same. You don’t even bother to look back as you start your sprint downhill, only to have been immediately stopped by a big paw swiping you down to the ground. After bouncing off the ground and scraping your knees up, you scramble to your knees and try to stand up again. Immediately getting whipped in the belly by the Arcanine’s heavy paw, knocking the breath out of you as you fall onto your back.

You sit yourself up slowly and open your eyes to see the Arcanine, towering above you menacingly, and it’s piecing eye’s struck a paralyzing fear into your mind.
** Arcanine uses Intimidate **
Literally, you were paralyzed from the intimidating stare of the Arcanine. You sit on your ass trembling in shock as the Arcanine smirks in it’s triumph, and it lowers it muzzle towards your face and bared its fangs, pressing it’s juicy stretchy black lips into your still face. The curved fleshy lips planted themselves on your forehead and chin, and your eyes focused on the chizeled yellow teeth, meat and saliva still on them stinking them up. The Arcanine’s lips stretch past your face, and a pool of saliva on the cusp of those lips drench your face on entrance. Your head slips between the lips and you feel the yellow canines textured teeth pressed against your face; all it’s grooves, food remnants, and plaque pushed against your skin. You sniff in the smell of the rotten teeth and gag from the abhorant smell. Your parents always told you how bad your teeth would smell if you didn’t brush, and they weren’t kidding, it was repugnant. You feel the textured teeth move upwards and downwards against your cheek, scratching your face as they part and a storm of horribly hot smelly meaty breath blasts against your head. You look up to the illuminated maw, you should be in darkness since the Arcanine’s squishy lips were flush against your shoulders. But the mouth was lit up by a warm light illuminating from the throat. And the light was growing, as well as the heat inside the maw.

You start sweating from skin not yet coated in saliva. You feel the stretchy lips slide across your shoulders and down to your nipples before stopping. The sharp teeth poking at your shoulder blades. Your face nestles into the drool drenched rough tongue, and the tongue immediately gets to work licking and sliding all every inch of your face trapped inside it’s jaws. The rough tongue lashes and lashes around your face, licking into every crevice. The pink tongue and red muscles around it start to illuminate more from the bright orange light. The howling musky breath rushing past you is getting hotter and wetter as the tongue stops its thick wet assault. You look up the pink carpet to see from the pulsating flesh near the throat, flames starting to licking the edges of the esophagas. You feel the fleshy lips slide down your body to your painties, pushing your belly button through the teeth onto the hot tongue cupping around your form. The hot winds in the Arcanine’s mouth somehow get more violent as the teeth and lips clench hold of your waist and start to lift your butt and legs off the dirt road into the air.

Your butt is swept off the ground, and your feet start dragging in pursuit of it. Your lower half dangles from the maw jittering a bit still from the paralysis. The Arcanine sits on it’s hindquarters and your torso and head bounce of the the tongue and smack the roof of the fleshy mouth before settling onto the hot tongue again. The howling hot humid breath roaring past you is replaced with a suffocating black smoke, and from the back of the throat jets out a roaring flame. You want to scream as the flames dance across your body licking at your face and back. It felt like you were thrown back first into a campfire, the flames were intense, superheating your back to an unfathomable temperature, turning your skin red hot. If not for the thick coat of saliva on you, your flesh would surely be searing from the heat. The flames continue for a dozen seconds, your body felt like it was in an oven at this point from the sweltering heat. And then the flames cut short, the suffocating smoke began to dissipate.

Your eyes were watering from the carbon dioxide, the saliva, and now genuine tears. You feel the paralysis lift from your body and you start thrashing and squirming inside and outside the Arcanines maw, in pain from the fire heated mouth and air. You let out a scream through the screen layer of saliva coating your face, muffling you, as you flail your legs and hands wildly. The Arcanine wasn’t fazed by your struggles, and just sat on the ground, enjoying it’s lively prey.

The Arcanine suddenly whipped it’s head upwards, sending your flailing legs above the maw, and pushing your lower back into its sharp teeth. The Arcanine jaws shoot open; you feel the cold outside air pull in against you and the hot fire heated mouth, creating hot steam from the sheer contrast. You get a quick breath in of the nice clean outside air. Shortly after your refreshing breath, you land on the the Arcanine’s tongue, and it lurches it’s face forwards to snap your legs into it’s maw, only leaving your cold feet outside it’s mouth. Your head lands inches near the gaping, pulsing throat hole, and you wince in disgust. The sour hot stench of the waves of breath became way more pungent the closer your nose gets to the back of the gullet.

Your shins laid between the Arcanines teeth, and your knees up were flush against the hot slimy tongues cushion, which cupped around your body keeping you dead center in the mouth. Not wanting to go anywhere more near the smelly throat, you start wriggiling your body as you brace your hands against the tongue, and try to push upwards. Your hands slip since they are too coated in saliva, and you plop back down on the hot pillowy tongue. The Arcanine feeling you struggle, pushes it’s squishy tongue upwards, plastering your body flush between the tongue and the roof of the mouth.

You can’t breath your entire head and body was completely engulfed by the fleshy, saliva coated, sticky tongue on the frontside, and the roof of the mouth pressed against. You wiggle your feet outside in protest. The Arcanine begins to suck on you like a lolipop. Currents of saliva and your sweat are sucked viciously through the small crevice trapped between you, the tongue, and the mouth ceiling. The Arcanine’s tongue presses more into your, kneading itself harder into your skin while it sucks your flavor down towards it’s throat. The saliva stream starts and stops rushing past you, while the tongue rubs up and down your pinned body. It’s pressure against your body builds every time the tongue slides down and the saliva river flows again. While the rough slimy tongue was rubbing up and down your body for dozens of seconds on end; the tongue slides your panties down to your knees. You’re nearly about to pass out from the abuse when the tongue drops from the roof and your fall down with it plop down on the tongue. You gasp in the hot thick air thankful to be allowed to breath again, and realized you are absolutely coated in the warm sticky saliva, you were a living slimeball.

A loud purring sound is made, and you look to the back of the throat to see the throat’s opening reverberating at a blinding speed. It’s muscles vibrating against each other to produce the sound. The purring dies down and the tip of the hot tongue suddenly starts rubbing against your pussy roughly. You moan laying out on the writhing tongue as it presses it’s tip into your privates and worms the slimy mass slightly inside. It takes no time for you to ejaculate and coat the tip in your juices. The Arcanine’s tongue pulls out and glides across your body downwards, alone with a wave of saliva and your fluids.

*Gulp*

The fluids wash down the throat, and you slide along with the suction and saliva, your head near inches from the throat. You throw your hands out to the side, and wrap them around the back teeth of the Arcanine in a death grip.You catch yourself from sliding in any further. You feel the throat close onto your for head, as it contracts and opens kissing your head with each contraction. You try to pull your back back further, but your ankles scratch when you pull and it hurts. Your feet slipped into the maw, and they were notched on the teeth. Before you could react to that though, the Arcanine shakes his maw upwards, and throws your teeth into it’s cage before closing it’s teeth. You scream out as your hands are pinched and you pull them away as the jaws shut you into it’s humid mouth.

Your head presses and starts sliding into it’s pulsing throat, but you are quick to brace your aching hands against the back of it’s mouth and push, holding your upper half from sliding any further in. Your hands kept sliding since you were drenched in slime, but you still managed to hold yourself outside of the throat. But the tongue underneath you started wriggling up more, and you felt the tip of the squishy hot mass poking between your thighs. In one quick motion, the tongue parts your thighs, and slid up your pussy and buttcrack, onto your backside, plopping across. The tongue gripped around you tightly, and pulled. You let out a scream as your face plunges into the tight head shaped hold, and your shoulders are flush against it’s boarder. The tongue pulls tightly agains your pelvis, pushing itself flush into your cheeks, and kissing your anus as it pulled your body towards the back of the throat. Your slimy shoulders squeeze in, and the tongue shoves you up to your waist into the esophagas with ease.

You are squeezed tightly by the massaging throat and you kick your legs in fear. It was hotter and the stench was worse in the tight confines of the throat. You wiggle your body fruitlessly, and feel the Arcanine’s tongue pull of your waist now that it got your shoulders in and slide down to greet your kicking feet. The slimy tongue wraps around your feet like a snake, and plasters it’s top to the soles of your feel, sucking the last taste of your body and completely wettening you up. The tongue pulls your body in from you feet, pushing the rest of your body into the tight throat.

You can’t breath, it’s suffocatingly tight in the throat as you slowly, slowly squelch down it’s length with the help of your saliva-lubed body. The squishy tubes squeezed and released on your body. The heat was getting more intense and you could see the throat go from it’s orange color to a hotter yellow one. You heard the Arcanine’s lungs breathing, pushing the yellow tubes together and apart with it’s breaths. You squelch through the superhot tunnels and try to scream from the squishy heat, but you haven’t been able to take a breathe yet. You felt terribly weak. Your eyes were weary from the lack of air, your muscles exhausted from the tight pressure, and your hydration dried up from the heat. In pain, you start to close your eyes and begin succumb to your lack of air and will.

*SQWEEELCH- POP*

A tight pressure forms around the top of your head and squelches over your face. The pressure slides off your chin and against your shoulders. You wearily open your eyes to see the orange to dark red wet walls of the stomach. There was a lime green puddle of acid with white mush pooling around in it, and the entire cavity of the decently sized stomach was fogged in steam.The stomach hole slips over your shoulders and slides down to your belly button, and you quickly take in deep breaths of air. You could barely feel any function in your body from your sheer heat, breath, and muscle exhaustion, and felt nearly nothing as the throat pushed your out. Your head pushed into the squishy stomach mass below the throat hole, and your butt pushed out overhead. Your legs swung overhead your body and splashed into the warm pool of acid. You laid exhausted on your back in the steamy hot stomach, feeling the walls moving around in their convulsions, and the acid tingling your lower half. You bend your legs up a tad to avoid the acid as much as possible in your tired state.




After a few of your breaths, you finally catch the putrid scent in your nose when you took a sniff. Aside from the thick heat and humidity, the pungent smell of raw beef and acid burns your nose. You sit there exhausted, parched, and demotivated. You wanted to cry, but it was too hot to shed a tear. You wanted to fight back, but your muscles were horribly sore and aching, it hurt to move around. The stomach started to rock back and forth and jiggle as the Arcanine carried on with it’s day. You sloshed back and forth with the acid pool of the stomach, it’s tingling liquids spraying up on your chest with it’s splashes. You saw that the acid started to bubble up rapidly, and the steam of the stomach started to swirl around with a increasing presence of wind. The smell of the stomach’s gas grew intoxicatingly pungent, and your nose shriveled up to it’s odor. Big gasteral bubbles blow up and pop as the storm of steam gets more violent, and the walls of the stomach began to shrink and rumble, squeezing and shaking you around. The throat hole above you opens up, and the gas that built up shoots upwards with a heavy force of wind as the stomach quakes violently. You feel a spray of slime from the half digested food in the acid splash onto your body in the storm, and you hear a the deafingly loud:

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP”

From the throat above. The throat seals up as the currents die down in the stomach, leaving you covered in mushy food, slime, saliva, and other gross substances you can’t even distinguish as you lie in the pulsing stomach. As you get used to the hot steamy bumpy ride, you start to listen in to the heartbeats of the Arcanine more clearly. Your stay in the stomach has made you lightheaded, as the smell and steam becomes more intoxicating to you (and being shaken around so much didn’t help as well). The stomach pushed and pulled you up as it expanded and contracted, you breath in with expansion, and out when the stomach squished into you. It was comforting to be super warm and squished, but you couldn’t escape the dread. You weakly lifted you hand up look at it, it pained you to do it, and you rested it on the squishy wall next to you like an armrest. You knew that you were to weak to try anything. You were too dehydrated to speak, and your muscles were too sore to move yourself around. You slowly started to fall asleep in the swaying pulsing stomach.

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A loud growl stirs you in your warm slimy sleep. The Arcanine barks rapidly, and you hear the muffled screams of man and a woman outside the stomach walls. Is the Arcanine eating more people? You couldn’t hear the screams anymore, and you glare up at the throats entrance anticipating to see another human pop in... Whether in pieces or not... After waiting a minute, you see the throat hole start to bulge as drool dripped through it’s crevice seeping down onto your face. You cover your eye as the drool oozes overtop of it. Something brown starts to peakin from the bulging throat hole, before you can see what it is, it shoots out onto your stomach and lands in the acid puddle with a splash. You look down to see it was a meatball?

A downpour began as hot noodles, meat, tomato sauce, and other substances dropped on top of you. The slimy and juicy noodles zigzagged across your arms and chest tangling you up in slimy pasta. You could feel the tomato sauce splash against your skin with the noodles, a big glob of it splashing on the right side of your face, making your cover your eye. You try to move your sore body up to get out from under the throat hole, but the noodles hold you down. A curled up pizza slice slides through and splats against your body, you feel it’s melting cheese press into every available crevice on your chest and arm. Oozing around your body caccooning you in a layer of the slimy cheese. Before you could gather your strength up to throw the pizza off of you; a slab of bloody meat crashed down over your head covering you in a soggy smelly meat. You nudged the meat slightly away from your head just for a crumbly chocolate glazed cake to splat across it and roll down to your waist to crumple apart into separate pieces and start covering your legs. Your face and crotch were glazed in a slowly melting coat of chocolate frosting. You lick at the chocolate covering your face.

More noodles and meat started to rain in and covered the rest of your head and chest, leaving you inside a giant pile of food squishing you further into the stomach’s walls with it’s weight. Every dozen seconds you felt the pile start to weight more and more. Your pinned under soggy noodles, bloody meat, and melting cheese as you feel the stomach walls on your back squeezing and squishing into you. The stomach quakes in a long happy groan, you feel the pile of food fall over and spill onto your legs weighing more of you down. The quaking gets more violent and you feel the acid around your waist bubbling up again. The Arcanine lets out another loud burp. The stomach sways back and forth as the Arcanine begins to move again.Shifting the loose noodles and tomatoes around under the mass of food on to of you. You swung back and forth in the stomach as if it were a soft swing. A really tight squishy hot one.

A couple of minutes again, your dreary eyes began to close. You were exhausted, thirsty, and tired. The squishy, slimy, hot stomach and food was actually… comforting. Especially with the swaying stomach. You closed your eyes, and tried to sleep again. But as if to annoy you, the swaying of the stomach started to slow down. The Arcanine layed down on it’s full stomach. The walls compressed together, squishing you into the mass of food above you. The speghetti and cheese kneaded into you further, squishing into every crevice available at your sides and in between your arms and stomach. The pressure was intense and it was hard to breath. The pile of food compressed into one entity with you inside of it. You still found yourself able to breath in and out alongside the Arcanines peaceful sleeping breaths. The stomach still jiggled about massaging around you trapped under the mess of food. And you breathed in with it’s pushed and out with it’s pulls.

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