An image idea made by one of my patreon bois, drawn by me, but with a story I commissioned to go along with it. Check out the full story here, made by  pactborn (and their other work, because I believe they are a fabulous writer) > https://aryion.com/g4/view/590015

And here's a little teaser of said story
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Stel was fucked. Truly and utterly. Though the Novakid’s brand couldn’t show fear like a human face could, the Omega symbol was pointed more towards the floor than usual, away from the well-fed Floran sitting across from her: The closest approximation of fear that Stel could muster. The massive blob in the red spacesuit was contrasted by the Floran’s vibrant green skin and her mocking smile towards the bandit leader.

“You, any more tasty henchwomen?” She asked, licking her lips and rubbing over the squirming bulges in her suit, letting out a wet BUuururP which the Novakid did her best to turn away from . By the badge on the Floran’s uniform, this was the engineer of this ship. There likely wasn’t a big crew which was good but didn’t help that this one was so voracious as well as being able to tie Stel up in tight rope, her arms and legs fastened behind her back. “This one is a little less filling than I hoped she’d be.”

“Maybe don’t eat people who don’t deserve it then.” Stel spoke up, her face only inches away from the burbles and grrooumms of a gut hard at work processing Roxi, Stel’s right hand woman and usually in charge of demolitions, was now little more than a wriggling bulge in the horrible Floran’s gut.

“Don’t try rob ship, don’t end up eaten, simple. ” Stel looked as the green-skinned creature continued to taunt her. ‘Chlore’ the name read on her lapel. Perhaps this low-ranking engineer, no doubt paid badly and under-appreciated could be bought over so Stel tried a different approach.

“Look, you can have Roxi if you want-” GRURMMMBLLE, Chlore’s gut agreed heavily with this sentiment, “but if you release me and the rest of my crew, I have a massive cache of credits on my ship that I’m more than willing to give to you in return.” Stel hoped this ploy would workbut the Floran simply ignored her. She was too enamoured by the feeling of her gut bouncing on her hips; the shift each time Roxi kicked and punched inside of her. It was sensual, powerful and most of all filling.

“So glad you came by when did. Ahhh, tummy was gurgling mad fierce. Now I get delicious meal on watch, don’t have go on break!” Her belly shifted with each push and kick from the prey within but it was no use. As the Floran let out a happy, sated URRPPPP! Stel knew that Roxi had less and less chance of getting out now. Especially as the gut was already starting to round out a bit. When Stel had first come to, the belly had been indented with the shape of the human’s knees, her screaming face, the insignia of her uniform and now she could only make out a part of her comrade when she attempted another futile punch against the tough wall. Stel could only imagine how little air was in there now.

“Roxi, if you can hear me…” Stel tries to whisper through the digestive chorus of stomach gurgles, “try and reach for the plasma cutter on your belt. You know the one- the tool similar to a spanner but with the little rivet on the bottom Should still survive despite the acids.” She wanted to mention it sooner but in reality the often brazen commander was frozen in fear. In her haste to try and figure a way out of this, Stel had forgotten that she had given her friend the tool this morning, despite Roxi’s protests that she had no idea what to do with the object: Demolitions was her specialty, not the use of plasma cutters in subtly entering a ship. She watched as the bulge settled for a bit, a movement of bloated red as the human weakly reached for her belt.

The push stirred up another bassy belch which this time the rude Floran managed to keep in her mouth, rumbling in her inflated cheeks before she lazily blew it out onto the Novakid. A stench of foul chemicals and bubbling flesh now filled the air. Coughing and retching, Stel looked back (despite her eyes watering) to see the bulge squirm once more before a raunchy gurgle caused the stomach to visibly churn and twist.

“Roxi? Roxi!” She asks loudly, the Floran’s expression changing to one of pure bliss.
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That's all you get here. Go check out the rest over on their page if you would kindly. 6K words of that good shit. Now get out of here.

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