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Decisions, Decisions... - Page 55 - Gulp! - By Anonymous - Overview
"Oh Miss Tabatha I'm so sorry I SQUEAAAmphhhhh." That's about as far as you get before your entire upper body is inside the feline's maw, her teeth pricking your hips, your head lodged in the back of her throat, her tongue running all over your body. You have just a moment to get your bearings, and when you feel as shiver down your spine as it sinks in-- your a mouse... you're a mouse in a cat's maw, and you're about to get. . .



You open your mouth to make one last plea when you feel the blood rushing to your head. Tabatha has tilted her head upwards, and your hind paws are kicking in empty air, and your nose is pointing straight down as you stare down her throat. Tears run down your face, and you feel yourself shivering with primal terror. Your try to speak, but all that comes out is a whimpering, "no. . . . no. . . . no . . . . no. . . . nAAAMMPPPHHHHH!!!!"



<*GULP!*> The cat swallows you, and you feel yourself sucked half way down her throat. Your belly is trapped by the tight ring of muscles lining her throat, your head chest and four paws are wrapped tight in smooth wet muscle, tugging you downwards, and your haunches, leg and tail are still in the feline's maw. You cry piteously as the feline takes her time enjoying your legs. Of couse she can't here you anymore, and she wouldn't listen to you if she could. You do your best trying to get some sort of purchase with your forepaws agains the walls of her gut. But you're held so tight, the walls are so slippery, and they pulse and move, pulling you downwards, there's nothing you can do.



Soon you're too exhausted to struggle any longer. You lie there half way down Tabatha's throat, trembling, sobbing, wishing it would be over as the cat enjoys her dinner. Suddenly Tabatha throws her head back once more. You scream, trying to hold on, though of course no one can hear you now.



<*GULP!*> Your belly and haunches go down her throat leaving only your legs and tail in her mouth. You go into a blind panic, twisting and kicking, though by now it should be obvious there's nothing you can do.



<*GULP!*> Your hind legs completely disappear down Tabatha's throat. You finally stop struggling as the lining of the gut takes you from every side and carries you forward. Tabatha contentedly gulps down the rest of your tail.



It's completely dark, and your fur is drenched in warm wet saliva. You hear the "lub-dub. . . lub-dub. . . lub-dub. . ." of Tabatha's heart first approach you, and then disappear behind you as you make your journey downwards. There's movement as the feline lies down, and you feel a virbration all around you. Tabatha is purring, so happy to have a delicious mouse inside her heading for her belly.



There's a curious burbling bubbling sound from up ahead. You shudder and fresh tears fall from your eyes; you know what that sound means. A new wave of fear washes over you, and even though it's impossible, you squirm and struggle, trying to swim against a sea of warm flesh carrying you inexhorably forward. Even though no one can hear you, you cry and whimper, "no. . . please no. . . . no. no. no. AIIIIGGGGGHHHHH"



With a scream, you spill into the feline's stomach. At first it's a relief to no longer be wrapped up in her gut. But the stomach walls quickly catch grab you and push you and pull you and prod you and massage you, rubbing digestive acids into ever exposed bit of skin, and you feeling a burning sensations spreading across your body.



You go into a paroxysm of struggling, kicking, and pushing and even screaming. But there's nowhere to go where every bit of your body isn't being assaulted. Tabatha's purrs increase in intensity, as she feels you thrashing about inside her. The stomach walls seem eager to turn you into food, and your fur starts coming off in big clumps under the constant massaging, until you're completely naked. You feel yourself going feint, the exhaustion, pain, and stomach fumes overcoming you. Everything spins around and goes dark, and your body goes limp. Tabatha's purrs subside. Everything is quiet, save for the gurgling and burbling. The feline's stomach continues it's grim work, until you're eventually nothing more than a nutritious soup which is absorved by the stomach walls, and travels through the feline's bloodstream, nourishing her as she sleeps on the living room floor.
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