You Are Hubble's Brunch: Part 1 (Patreon Exclusive)

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You wake up, groaning.  “What happened?” you ask.  Your head hurts. . .

“Ah, good, you’re awake, /prey/.”

That gets you up with a jolt, and you look up.  A blue carpenter bee is standing in front of you, smiling.  Your wrists and legs are currently bound, tied together by rope.  “What’s going on?” you demand to know.  “Who are you?!”

“The name’s Hubble,” the blue bee replies, licking his lips.  “And you’re about to be my dinner. . .”

Before you can say anything more, he grabs your shoulders and forces you up to his mouth, which open wide before you.  You try to lean away from it, but your head is shoved right inside.

Hubble’s tongue dances over your face, tasting every inch of your head.  “Mmmm!” he exclaims.  “You’re quite tasty.  Let’s send you down where you belong, shall we?”

You try to pull your head out, but a strong /gulp/ sends it down his throat, and tight, esophageal walls cling to your face, refusing to release you--you’re trapped!  The bee swallows you down quickly: first it’s just your head that’s down his throat, but soon your neck is there too, and your shoulders follow soon after.  Then the bee devours your chest and arms, and he swallows down your midsection--that’s when you reach your destination.

You slide further and further down his tight throat, until your head finally pops in a new, open space.  At first, you’re relieved, happy to be free of such a constricting area.  But then you hear a loud /grooooowl/ around you, and see the red, dripping walls in front of you.  Shit.  You’re in his stomach!

“HELP!” you scream, writhing as best you can while bound.  “SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

The blue bee laughs.  “Nice try, but you’re not escaping that easily,” he says triumphantly.  “Now get down in my gut.  That’s where food like you belongs.”

He sucks in your legs like they’re spaghetti noodles, and more of you is shoved into his stomach, stretching it out.  All of a sudden, only your feet are left for the predator to swallow: he teases your toes for a moment, and you pray he won’t take that final bite.  But eventually, he does, sucking them down with a loud /SLURP/.  Soon, all of you is curled up inside of the blue bee’s stomach.

“Mmmm, you were delicious,” he says, patting his big, full belly.  “I might just have to keep you.”

You gulp.  Surely he won’t really do that, right?

Only time will tell. . .