[Exclusive] 7DS: Being Pride's Eager Meal: Part 3

Featuring Pride: https://toyhou.se/14037896.pride

Here it is!  C:  Hope you enjoy!  Part 4 will be posted shortly.

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Pride looks over you one more time, the sinful Avatar salivating over your form.  You’ve been all tasted and teased–and now, you’ll be sent down into xir stomach. . .

Fuck, you can even hear xir gut /growling/!  The belly was letting out quiet little sounds before, but now, it’s absolutely /roaring/ with noise.  Clearly, your master is very, very hungry–and /you’re/ the one who’s going to satisfy xir appetite.  It’s enough to make your heart leap with both joy and anxiety. . .

“Well then,” the archfiend says with a smile.  “I would like to devour my dinner–but not before they understand what will happen here.”  The Avatar licks xir lips and says, “I’m going to start with your head, and slurp you down, until all of you is in my stomach.  Now, I could spit you up afterwards, or digest you completely for reformation, or–”

“I, um,” you manage to say, swallowing hard and having to look away as you try to just /say it/!  “I’ve always wanted to be, er, digested by you. . . M-Maybe we can do that?”

The demon smiles and gently places a finger under your chin, lifting it up.  “Of course, my dear prey,” xe purrs with a grin.  “If that is what you desire tonight, then you shall have it.  And once you’re digested, well, we’ll see where our time goes from there.  But you will, of course, reform safely and soundly at the end of it all.”

You nod.  “That sounds good,” you agree shyly.  “Thank you.”

“Of course.”  Pride smiles.  “Now, before we start, here’s the safeword: ‘abrogate’.  You use it if you need us to slow down or stop, got it?”

You nod, but the demon tells you, “I want to hear you agree.  Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes,” you tell xim.  “Yes, I understand, master.”

“Good.”  The demon smirks, but xir triumphant beaming changes before your eyes–xir mouth opens up, revealing the inside of xir maw, showing you xir insides: purple-gray walls star back at you, glistening wet with saliva, and the forked tongue (you’re just now noticing it’s more purple than pink) circles Pride’s lips one more time before the demon hisses, “See you soon, prey. . .”

The Avatar puts xir hands on your shoulders, and brings you forward–a second later, you land into xir open mouth, hitting xir tongue with a /splat!/  It’s begun at last.  Your heart races with joy–finally!  You’re on your way. . .

Pride’s tongue laps up your head, slurping up every visible crevice xe can find until your face is covered with spit, dripping with drool.  You lie there for a second, living your new life as food more than ever as the saliva drips and the stomach growls below–but soon, a strong /gulp/ sucks you forward, and you find yourself lodged in Pride’s throat.

The esophagus squeezes around your head, a cylindrical tunnel gripping you tight and ensuring you can’t escape.  After that, repeated swallows send more and more of you down, forcing you further in.  WIth each new part of you eaten, you feel a new sense of satisfaction–especially because Pride can’t help but exclaim, “Mmmmm!” sounds after every bite of you.  And the deeper you go, the closer you get to the demanding, hungry stomach. . .!

. . . Until, finally, you arrive!  As your master reaches your legs, your head pops into a new area: you find yourself in a spherical chamber, large and covered with gurgling walls, hungry gurgles sounding at every second.  Like Pride’s other insides, the stomach is a grayish-purple, and your heart races as you look over it.  At long last, you’re in the Avatar’s gut. . . You really /have/ become xir food!

And a moment later, your fate is secured.  Because your master picks up the pace, sucking you in more rapidly than ever–as a result, you are shoved inside of the grumbling gut, and forced to curl up against the wet walls, feeling them expand with your presence.  In the blink of an sys, Pride is soon swallowing the last bite–your feet–and they slip down into xir esophagus, ending up in xir now-expanded belly a moment later.

You take a second to adjust to your surroundings.  You’re all settled into the sphere-shaped stomach, leaning against the moist walls as they growl hungrily around your body, your legs close to your chest and feet on the wet floor of the gut.  After long last, you’ve finally been devoured by the predator of your dreams.

“Sounds like somebody’s getting comfortable,” Pride notes, running xir hands across xir extended gut.  “Good.  Settle in, my tasty treat.  I know you’ve been wanting a nap after all the work we’ve been doing together. . . How about you do that?”

“Good idea,” you say, yawning.  “Thank you, master. . .”

“Of course.  Get some rest.  You’ll digest away as you sleep, and we can have some good fun when you’re awake.”

You snuggle against the belly walls and close your eyes, letting the sounds and sensations soothe you.  You are soon drifting, and a moment later, you’re fast asleep.

That’s when the process of breaking you down truly begins.  And soon, you’ll be in a special place. . .