This choice: Gizelle lifts him up and opens her mouth too wide, preparing to eat him. • Go Back... The gazelle held him up, stretching open her mouth... far wider than he felt should have been natural. He stared down her throat, struggling against her desperately. "H-hey! Put me down! Come on, I didn't even want to be here! I just needed to grab a dumb hat! Please!"
His pleas fell on deaf ears as he found his head shoved into her waiting maw, tongue slathering his face as she moaned in delight. Slowly, she began to push him back, her throat stretching out to accommodate him. It was a tight squeeze as the hot, wet tunnel began to pump, gulping him down with powerful contractions, her hands helping to guide his body in. He could still feel her tongue roaming over him, pressing through his clothes, as well as her jaw physically stretching to allow her to devour his body. It didn't take long for his head to reach her stomach, entering a dark, damp cavern, pushing onwards as more and more of him was slid down her throat.
Soon enough, he was completely contained within the tight, wet belly, hearing her breathing heavily from the exertion. "Woof! Wow, I've been out of practice for too long! Thanks for giving my jaw a work out, kid! You were a great meal... and you'll make for even better padding on my sexy bod once I'm done with you~..."
Hearing this, Tyler began struggling again, not wanting to be food for some weird herbivore woman. It was in vain though, his struggles only seeming to make her stomach more active. He could feel himself melting... oddly, it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it was... relaxing. He was horrified, but found himself submitting to his fate. As he dissolved and began to become absorbed by the magic of her powerful body, he would hear her say something, though he couldn't make out what.
Then, before his consciousness faded, he heard a gulp and a plop. A souvenir hat from the gift shop was floating in the puddle that was partially made of his melting body.
"For being a great meal! Hope you enjoy your hat!"
And with that, he was gone...
... until he awoke with a gasp in his bed, panting and sweating from what he thought was just a dream... just a weird, weird dream. That is, that's what he thought... until he realized he was holding the same hat from last night in his hands
Was all of that really real? Should he tell someone? Would anyone believe him if he did? What should he do?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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