In the dark, unlit room of a multistory apartment complex, comes the rhythmic thumping. It belongs to the wagging of a massive Caucasian Shepherd’s tail. The dog easily weighed over 100 kg, and was a good size bigger than his kin. With a thick coat of well trimmed straight brown fur covering his body, he eagerly awaited the return of his owner, Sophia. His ears perked up when he heard the scratching of keys on the lock, the person fumbling with their keys before eventually opening the door.
 
 
Stumbling through the doorway, reeking of alcohol, her naturally red hair cut short but in an absolute mess. Her usually prim and proper suit unbuttoned and her sizable breasts held up by a lacy bra visible. She collapsed at the entryway, and Jiklok rushed to her, the woman gleefully snuggling her massive hound that, with her on all fours, looks bigger than she is. She rambled on about her shitty boss, and idiotic clients. Eventually, she ran out of grievances, and turned to more cheerful things, about how he was the best dog ever, cuddling up to her whenever she felt down and revitalising her so she can face another day. Jiklok, with surprising skill but a lot of experience, helped remove her shoes, then her clothes as she rambled on, being her support as she was more or less dragged out of her remaining clothes as she continued to hug him, towards her room. “Aww, thank you Jiklok~” She rambles, nuzzling up against her dog’s belly. “So warm~.... So comfy~....I a-always wondered what it would feel inside~...” She mutters, as her eyelids go heavy.
 
 
Jiklok grins at his owner's words, giving her a bunch of playful licks, lulling Sophia to sleep with his love. When her breathing stabilizes, he opens his maw wide, and engulfs the head of his unaware but loving master. She did want to feel him from the inside after all, and like many other times in the past, he is doing as he is told. The woman’s limp body slides easily down the hound’s throat, landing softly in his churning stomach with Jiklok enjoying her taste, wishing he could enjoy this more often and not only when she is drunk. With Sophia tucked away, Jiklok waddles back to his bed, curling around his bulging belly and soon falling asleep as well, having dreams of the first time he ate her.
 
 
Jiklok had always been with Sophia, being with her since she was a little girl, the two of them growing up together. He himself was a bit more ancient, an archaic hound that is disguising itself as a normal dog. It was when Sophia was 18 when she first got eaten, drunk like she was in the present after her first drinking party, and asking her loyal hound to keep her warm. He was much smaller then, but after years of consuming her, he grew up to easily match her.
 
 
With a yawn, Jiklok awoke, bringing his paw down on his pudgy belly, feeling his owner reduced to mush within. Seeing the time, it was still early, so he went to Sophia’s room, and used his magic he learnt long in the past. A magical circle appeared on Sophia’s bed, as a wisp flew from his bulging belly, to the circle. Then, like a figure being printed, Sophia began forming once more, starting from her head and going down her body. Smiling at the successful spell, Jiklok then tidied up the house a bit, bringing Sophia’s discarded clothes and dumping them in her laundry basket, hiding the fact that he had consumed her.
 
 
Sophia would awake refreshed, like she always does after a good night of drinking, not realising the true cause. She looks down at her adorable dog, and pats his belly, feeling the mush that her previous form had been reduced to, a thought in the back of her mind wondering how it would feel within while she wondered what her dog ate. She shakes the thought from her mind, before checking the time, and getting ready for yet another stressful day at work.
 
 
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Try as she might though, Sophia could never get the questions fully out of her head. She never fed Jiklok much, but yet the dog always seems well fed after her drunken rave, with no signs of his food supply being used. The questions continue to pile up, and soon her curiosity got the better of her.
 
 
It was one of her rare off days, the woman relaxing in her bed, reading a book while enjoying a cold one while in the nude, with Jiklok huddled at her side, upside down on his back while looking at her expectantly. She giggles at the look, and decides to voice her idle thoughts. “You know, Jiklok…” The dog perking up at his name being called. “I wonder, what have you been eating all those times. Your belly felt so full, and you let out a lot of waste.” She chuckles, reaching down to scratch her dog’s exposed belly, feeling no signs of any recent meals despite having only fed him less than half an hour ago. She yelped in surprise as she heard his hungry stomach rumble, then sigh. “You are definitely eating something else while I’m drunk, where are you getting the food, boy?” She asks lovingly.
 
 
Jiklok was a bit unsure what to do now, follow his orders and show her directly how she gets his food, or just play dumb. Reluctantly, he just opens his maw, surprising the woman at how big of a maw he has. “W-woah… you sleepy, big guy?” She coos, taking the show as a yawn. Unable to speak, jiklok mused how he would explain to Sophia, rolling over onto his legs and walking to the base of her bed, the woman eying him curiously, before opening her eyes in surprise as her dog just engulfed her legs. “W-wait, Jiklok? W-what are you doing?!?” She cries out in alarm as she watches her dog swallow her.
 
 
Not wanting to stress her out any further, Jiklok lets her go, then whimpers as he licks her cheek, as if apologising. “W-were you trying to eat me, Jiklok?” She asks angrily, the dog nodding in reply. She freezes for a moment, realising he nodded. “Really?” She asks in conformation, the dog nodding in reply. “B-but I will die…” This time, the dog shakes his head, and gives her an affectionate lick. “What do you mean I won’t? People die when they get digested.” She remarks, getting another shake of the head, the dog bringing his paw up, demonstrating his magic with a simple spark between his claws.
 
 
Sophia looked in surprise at the spark. “W-wait, you can do magic? Since when?!?” The dog nods, then seems to shrug at the second question. Sophia sighs at the lack of proper communication, but gets a vague grasp of what Jiklok is trying to convey. All those dreams she had of being eaten by her dog, all real and just memories she wrote off as illogical. Worried, she then meekly asks. “W-was I tasty?” Unable to hold back a giggle as her dog eagerly nods in reply, licking her affectionately. Trusting her hound, she then says. “D-do you want to eat me no-” She doesn’t even get to finish the sentence before the hungry hound engulfs her head in its maw.
 
 
Sophia yelps in surprise as she is swallowed head first, the soft walls squishing her as she slides into Jiklok’s stomach. The hound, however, is taking his time, savouring his owner’s flavour much more now that she is willingly feeding herself to him. His big tongue runs along her nude body, kneading her breasts as they squish into his maw, then tasting the delicious saltiness of her slit, then finally the wetness of her already saliva coated feet, stealing her within his eager stomach. Sophia herself was surprised at Jiklok’s eagerness, and couldn’t stop herself from moaning in pleasure as her dog lapped at her sensitive parts, somehow not bothered by the acrid smell of the stomach she was deposited into.
 
 
“S-so… what now~?” She asks, as she sits within her dog’s stomach, feeling it churn and knead her from all round, barely able to move from its tightness. Jiklok lets out a pleased burp, rubbing Sophia’s form with his paws, laying down on her bed gleefully. Not getting a reply, Sophia just relaxes, trusting her dog to do what is right, like he has done so many times before, feeling a bit sleepy in the warm and surprisingly comfortable confines of his stomach. Soon, her eyelids go heavy, feeling the slight tingle of acid. She could feel herself slowly melting into nutritious soup for her hound as she closes her eyes, letting her worries and body just melt away. An hour passes, and Jiklok’s belly rounds out, the woman within reduced to soup. Jiklok, lazy to move, casts his spell, and once again, Sophia returns, yelping in surprise at the gentle nudge from Jiklok that woke her up.
 
 
Sophia looks in awe at her dog, his belly massive with her remains. “W-wow… no wonder you grew so big… I must be really good for you~” She coos, massaging the bulges, still feeling a bit of bones within, enjoying the morbid cuddle session as her remains are slowly processed by Jiklok’s digestive tract. “Well, if you ever need to eat, just let me know. Ok Jiklok~?” She remarks lovingly, the dog letting out a happy bark, happy that his owner accepted her role as his tasty treat.
 
 
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