Having Lucas For Lunch: Part 2 [Patreon Exclusive]

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Norman sighed and rubbed their big, bulged belly.  “You know, Lucas,” they purred, smiling, “I’d love to digest you if you’d let me.  I know we discussed it before, and you seemed pretty keen. . .”

Inside the stomach, Lucas blushed.  “Y-Yeah, that’s something I’d really like,” the green dragon admitted.  “You said there’s a reformation pad, right?”

“Yes,” the mutant said.  “RIght in my bedroom.”

“T-Then I’d love for you to digest me!” Lucas exclaimed.  “And if you could taunt me as you’re breaking me down, master, like we’ve talked about before . . . that would be really great too.”

Norman’s grin got wider.  “Oh, that I can do, snack.  That I can do.”

Right on cue, the gut groaned loudly around the dragon prey, and then, slimy juices started coming down the walls.  They splashed on Lucas’s scaled skin, making him feel melty and strange, and a pool formed at the bottom of the belly, lapping up his toes.

“Ahhhhh, you were such a delicious little morsel,” Norman mocked him, running their front paws across their hungry, gurgling stomach.  “I can’t wait to feel you get added to my lovely form and contribute to my beautiful body.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Lucas blushed as the liquids rained down on him.  Fuck, this was turning him on.  “M-Master, please!” he squeaked, roleplaying just how he and Norman had done in the chatlogs, before they met--fuck, it was so gratifying to finally do this in real life!  “I don’t want to be digested!”

“Well that’s too bad,” the mutant owl taur mocked their prey.  “If you didn’t want to be treated like food, you shouldn’t have let me eat you!  Or let yourself be so tasty. . .”

The belly grumbled and squeezed around Lucas, clinging to his body and making the already-cramped space even tighter.  The dragon moaned in pleasure as the stomach acids came down yet again, and the pool at the bottom got bigger and bigger.  “Please . . . more. . .!” he managed to gasp.  “Please, master!”

“You want /more/?!” Norman teased their prey, mocking him.  “Goodness, you’re such a masochist. . . Being broken down isn’t enough for you, I suppose.”

They continued, “My stomach’s going to melt you down into liquid, and turn you into nutrients.  The person you were--he’ll be forgotten entirely.  Because all you are now is lovely, delicious /meat/.  Nothing more, and nothing less.”

Lucas was getting even more turned on now.  He reached down and stroked his penis, bringing his hand around his shaft.  The juices were up to his midsection now, and his body was getting tired, but if he could just reach climax. . .

“Mmm, delicious dragon fat,” Norman said, rubbing their enormous gut.  “That’s all you’ll become.  Maybe that’s all you ever were, cutie pie.  Not a person at all, just a dish of food that was /always/ meant for my consumption.”

That did it: Lucas came with a loud cry, semen shooting out of his cock and splashing into the pool of stomach liquids.  He sighed and leaned against the walls, feeling the juices coming up to his shoulders.  The tiredness came over him again, and this time, the dragon submitted: a moment later, he passed out.

Norman felt Lucas slump over, and they smiled, rubbing their stomach.  Soon, their date would be back--and the two of them could have even more fun,

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There was a flash of light, and then, Lucas found himself standing in a strange room.  It took a moment for him to adjust and recognize it: this was Norman’s place!  And he was standing on the reformation pad!  The memories flooded back to him, and the dragon blushed and smiled, remembering that he had finally been actually /eaten/!

“Took you long enough.”  He turned to see Norman exiting the bathroom, and the mutant owl taut smiled and walked up to Lucas.  They smirked, then rubbed their stomach: telling gurgles and sloshes were coming from inside.  “You’re still digesting away in there,” Norman teased their date.  “Still being broken down into chyme. . .”

Lucus blushed, feeling more aroused than ever.  Seeing this, his date smiled and put an arm around him, leading the dragon to the bed.

“I’m sure we can have even more fun while you’re getting digested,” Norman purred.

“The question is, what should we do. . .?”