You know you can't reply and she knows you can't too, so you decide to just let her become a soupy mixture of hay and waste.
One of the farm boys comes in and appears to be looking for her, he walks over to you and says "So I don't suppose you'd know anything about where she went?" In a sarcastic, yet happy tone. You respond by happily putting your nose up to his hand and he pats your head lightly, before patting your side once and giving you an apple. "Good girl." He says, leaving and continuing to search for the 'missing' girl.
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10 hours later
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You hear the girls cries over time begin to grow frantic as she screams for help, this is to no avail as her voice is muffled by your stomach wall. You hear her finally say "Whyy~" Once more before she shuts up. You burp loudly and continue digesting your food. Your stomach makes glorious glorping and groaning sounds, you feel your stomach grow a little heavy, the girl must've died by now.
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The next day
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[Warning; Scat]
You awaken with a full ass, you walk out of your pen to the field and kiss goodbye to the farmhand, as you let out a small mountain of 'horse apples.' The girl has been reduced to waste on the ground, and muscle and fat on your body.
You murr happily and wander back to your stable, to have a rest before doing things in the afternoon.
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You awaken and look around, you see a police officer snooping around; he must be looking for the farmhand.
You step outside of your pen and enter the field, but what do you do next?
