The male Saint Bernard's gaping maw, wide open as it slowly engulfs your head entirely. Before you can even react, the female takes his spot, laying on your midsection to prevent you from resisting. Your knee jerk reaction is to put your hands up onto the male's jaws to hopefully pull your now engulfed head out, but your arms are pinned under the other's belly, which was now eagerly growling. As you squirm underneath the female's weight, the male works his way down over your shoulders. All you can hear now is the hungry St Bernard rhythmically gulping around your head, his massive paws settling onto your chest, as the female shifts lower down your body. You feel your head shift, as the male lays down, confident that his meal is going nowhere but into his eager gut. He works his muzzle down over your chest, your hands now locked at your sides, and your head now in his stomach. The stench is overwhelming, and you relize at this point that any resistance is futile. You feel the female fully shift off of your body, as the male reaches your knees. Everything shakes, as the world trembles around you... He's moving somewhere. The now full Saint Bernard wobbles towards their beds, plopping down and squishing you in the process, as your feet hang out of his slobbery jowls. The female laps up any mess you left behind from their fun, and lays down next to the male. Before laying down to nap, she gives your feet a few small "slurp!"s The male lifts his head one last time, and jerks his head forward several times while swallowing. The repetitive movements sends your feet gliding down his throat, before one last audible "GLRP!" seals your fate. It's too late now, but you realize their fun with you was all bait, and their clear intention was to make you doggy chow from the start. It was obvious from how well coordinated they were, that this isn't the first sitter to land in his gut. The stomach churns around you, happy with its new meal, and the now full Saint Bernard lets off a hefty belch. Now being forced into an even more confined, and musky belly, you start to fade away. No one will even know where you went, aside from a couple of belches, and whatever isn't churned away...
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