“Hrk grk ULP” Cheetor grunted as he tried to gulp down Turantulus’ bulbous abdomen.
  Cheetor had been pulled into one of Turantulus’ trap door, by the spider, catching the maximal off guard, but much to the surprise of Turantulus, Cheetor responded in an unexpected way, transforming into robot mode and swallowing the spider-bot. He continued to gulp down Turantulus, his stomach swelling as the Predacon was packed into it. A loud snap was heard as Cheetor’s jaw disjointed to engulf Tarantulus’ abdomen, i pushed down on the spider’s rear, stuffing his maw with it, before sending it packing with an aggressive gulp. Eight thin legs now stuck out of cheetor’s mouth, squirming and thrashing randomly before being slurped down with ease by the hungry maximal.
  “BURRRRRRP!!!” Cheetor belched, slapping his stuffed tummy, “maybe you should lose some weight predacreep, getting you in there took some work hiccup!”
  Turantulus squirmed inside Cheetor's stomach, causing it to groan and shift as Cheetor rubbed the underside of his swollen belly. The maximal laid back, picking his teeth before giving his gut a good smack. Inside cheetor’s gut Turantulus struggled and slashed, a layer of condensation having appeared on his violet finish from the hot humidity of Cheetor’s stomach, fogging up the predacon’s visor, not that there was much to see in the first place, aside from a faint blue glow, the inside of Cheetor’s gut was pitch black, no light being let in whatsoever.
  “You insolent maximal!” Turantulus snarled, “Let me out this instant!”
  “Or what, you’re gonna run to Megatron and embarrass yourself?” Cheetor scoffed.
  Cheetor laid back, letting out another deep belch as he rubbed his belly.
  “Primus you’re making me gassy!” He snarked, lifting his leg.
 
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  A thunderous fart escaped the Maximal’s rump as he grinned and fanned it with his tail. The rotten smell resonated through the cave, settling as a faint green haze. Cheetor sighs and he fanned nose before resting his hand back on his gut.
  “Excuse me!” he chuckled, letting another toot slip out.
  Cheetor continued to pass gas as the spider in his belly squirmed, which only worked to make the Maximal even gassier. Deep gurgling and bubbling noises came from Cheetor’s gut as Turantulus’ struggles slowed down, the Cheetah-bot’s stomach filling with thick acid, causing it to round out. More gas escaped Cheetor’s butt, the cave continuing to fill with a foul fog.
  “See ya bugeyes!” Cheetor scoffed, lifting his leg.
  BRRAAAAAAAAAAAP
  As Turantulus broke down Cheetor’s belly began to shrink, what was left of the Predacon was pushed through his system. His thighs began to thicken and his ass grew, rounding out nicely as his hip armor was strained. Cheetor’s belly bubbled with leftover gas, which caused some slight discomfort to the Maximal.
  “Ugh, come on I thought you wanted out!” he grunted, standing up, before trying to push out a fart.
  His stomach groaned as he tried to push the gas out, which seemed to be pretty stubborn. Cheetor smacked his stomach, causing it to let out a gross sound gurgle, he felt the gas rush down to his bowels. He lifted his leg, grunting slightly as he felt the gas rushing out.
  BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
  “That’s one Predacon taken down, try a little better next time~” Cheetor smirks, fanning his butt, before leaving the cave.