Munched By Marina: Part 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

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Marina’s stomach grumbles and growls around you.  “Looks like digestion is going to start soon,” the octopus says, patting her belly.

“Digestion?!” you exclaim, panicked.

“Don’t worry,” she assures you.  “You’ll reform afterwards.  And it’s not painful.  Just a little . . . tingly, from what my past meals have said.”

“Oh, ok,” you say, leaning back with relief.

There is silence for a moment.  Then, the belly lets out another groan, and a moment later, digestion truly does begin.

The gut releases juices, which dribble down the walls and pool at the bottom.  They splash onto your body, and reveal that Marina was absolutely right: this does tingle quite a bit. . .

The stomach then squeezes in around you, pressing the liquids onto your body, making you tingle even more.  Your feet are submerged in the pool at the bottom, and they tingle most of all, making you feel distorted. . .

The belly grumbles some more, then pours out more acids.  The pool rises up, until it has reached your hips.  Now everything below there is tingling, like your body wants to separate from itself and ascend to a higher plane. . . It’s certainly a bizarre feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

The walls squeeze around you again, splashing juices onto your arms, legs, and back.  The tingly feeling is starting to make you feel woozy, and you feel like you’re going to faint soon.

The liquids pour out again, and the pool reaches your chest.  The wooziness overtakes you, and soon, you close your eyes and pass out.

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You slowly open your eyes.  What on earth happened last night. . .?

Then you remember: going to Marina’s.  Being eaten--and digested!  You sit up, and see Marina sitting across from you.  You’re currently on her couch.

“Hey there!” she says cheerfully.  “You reformed a while ago.  How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you say to her, sitting up.  “I feel pretty good.”

“I’m glad to hear that!” Marina replies.  She licks her lips.  “If you ever want to get eaten again, let me know , , , because you were fabulously delicious.”

You smile.  “Thanks.”

You have a feeling you’re going to end up down her throat again very soon. . .