Riley woke up to the sunlight streaming through her window. Everything was quiet, besides the gurgling of her full belly. She felt a gentle stirring from within her stomach, immediately turning her face red. Her cold blood ran hotter as she thought about the little otter she had devoured the day prior.

The gator grabbed a small medicine bottle and walked into the bathroom. She sipped the fluid inside very carefully, swallowing the bitter solution with a grimace. Within seconds, her stomach muscles contracted and contorted, swiftly sending the contents of her gastric tract up her throat. Riley bent over the side of the bathtub and held out her muscular arms. Last night's date came out of her mouth, narrowly avoiding hitting the hard porcelain of the tub. He opened his eyes slowly, clearly still groggy from his overnight stay inside the larger predator.

"You ok?"


Mick looked up at the woman who had him for dinner last night, still heaving slightly. Despite the bizarre circumstances, she had a tender look in her eyes. His clothes slid around in a shallow pool of bubbling stomach juices, which Riley quickly grabbed. She turned the faucet on, rinsed the tub of gastric slime, and then let it fill.

"I'll wash these for you. Come on out when you're ready, little guy. There'll be breakfast waiting for you."

There was a small touch of guilt in the otherwise considerate tone she was using. Mick closed his eyes just as he heard the bathroom door close. The warm water permeated his fur, but he could still feel the cool air above him. In the moment, he couldn't help but miss the omnipresent heat of Riley's stomach. Being eaten alive was certainly a surreal experience, but something about feeling her strong muscles all around him made it an attractive one. He smiled at the thought.

Riley heated up her stovetop before tossing Mick's clothes into the washing machine. Before she got to work cooking breakfast, the gator quickly donned some loose-fitting clothes for modesty's sake. Just something to make this morning a bit less awkward.

Mick came out to the smell of salmon and eggs, wearing only a bath towel. The towering reptile was just plating it. Riley looked over at the nude otter, fur still damp. Her stomach immediately rumbled loudly, echoing throughout the apartment. Their faces both turned red.

The meal seemed a bit light for a predator who had just scarfed down someone half her size, but for an otter it couldn't be better. He ate hungrily, but Riley couldn't help but look away awkwardly. She overstepped some pretty major boundaries the other night. Even if her food forgave her, it was hard to forgive herself.

"I figured I should treat you to breakfast since you kinda... treated me to dinner last night."

Mick looked up with his mouth full.
"Thank you so much! You made me my favorite!"

Riley still struggled to look him in the eye, figuring she should let him eat in silence and make the next move. To break up the tension, she decided to change over his washing so it would be dry when he was done eating.

She had barely touched her food when he finished. Whenever Riley glanced at him across the table, her stomach rumbled again. He just looked so cute. She had to have him. It wasn't something Riley really wanted to admit to herself, but her guts had no such issue. The alligator brought out Mick's clothes, dry and folded. He put them on quickly, and got ready to leave. Mick couldn't seem to wipe the smile from his face.

"Thanks for doing that, Riley. I had a great time."
Mick said, standing in the doorway.

Riley waved him goodbye as it shut.
"It's the least I could do, really."

As the door was barely cracked open, obscuring the otter from view, she blurted out.
"I love you."
And the door clicked shut.
The sound left her mouth before it entered her mind. She cursed herself for her impatience.

Mick, on the other side of the door, could still make out what she said. He walked home as his knees threatened to buckle underneath him. Joyful tears welled in his eyes.

30 minutes passed, and Riley finally finished her breakfast. She wondered if the knot in her stomach was nervousness or the lingering effects of the emetic. A ping went off on her phone, displaying a single message.

Mick:
When are we going out again?

Her stomach rumbled again.

Riley:
Does next Saturday work for you?

Mick:
Mhm!
Do I get to explore your body again this time?

Riley:
Of course~

Riley's stomach rumbled even harder, as if it had grown in size and demanded more food. At the same time, her nethers rapidly moistened. One way or another, she needed him inside her again.

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