The Vore Queen

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Samantha and Randy sat down on the couch, popcorn in hand.  “You ready to see the final cut of the film?” Randy asked his wife, the brown dog giving her a smooch on the cheek.
“Heck yeah!” Samantha said.  The tiger pumped a fist.  “I’m so ready to see how this looks after editing.  Let’s play it!”
And so Randy put the disc in their DVD player, and the film began to play. . .
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Jason and Carla (a brown dog and a gray canine) were driving together in the car, the stereo playing low as they went on their journey.  “You ready for this?” Jason asked his wife, smiling.  He was driving, while she was in the passenger seat.
“I think so,” Carla said.  She admitted, “But I’m a little nervous. . .”
“Relax,” Jason assured her.  “Documenting urban legends is what we do.  Well, sometimes anyway.  But the point is, we got this.
“Now, could you start recording?”
Carla pulled out her smart phone and pointed it at Jason.  “Ready?” she asked.
Jason nodded.  “Yep!”
“Ok, 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . action!”
She pressed record on her camera, and started to narrate.  “My husband Jason and I are on our way to the Eaten Isles, a small town that is said to hold a great secret: The Vore Queen.  As the legend goes, Eaten Isles is full of only anthro canines—and one of them is said to be a mysterious Queen.  She is revered by the people and even fed by them.  The legend says that she gobbles them up and they treat her like royalty—thus the name “The Vore Queen”!”
“Looks like we’re almost there, too,” said Jason, turning left on the road.  “That should be it up ahead. . . There, I think that’s the inn!”
He pulled into the parking lot of a dilapidated hotel, named “The Eater’s Bed”.  “We’ll get a room here for a couple of days while we investigate,” Jason said.  Carla stopped recording and turned off her camera, putting her phone into her pocket.  “Hopefully they have food in there, too.”
“Agreed,” Carla said, patting her stomach.  “I’m pretty hungry after that long drive—I could eat you, Jason!”
Jason laughed and got out of the car.  “Very funny.  Now let’s go inside.”
Carla left the car, and her husband locked it.  After that, the two went inside the inn.
At the front of the place was front desk and living room area, where some townspeople were sitting.  Upon Jason and Carla’s entrance, the canines turned to stare at the two newcomers.  Then, greetings came.
“Hey there newbies!  Welcome to Eaten Isles!” called a wolf.
“Make yourself right at home!  We got plenty of food!” said a husky.  Something about him seemed oddly familiar to Carla. . .
A German Shepherd behind the desk gestured them over.  The husband and wife couple exchanged a glance, then walked over and sat at the bar.  “I’m Laura,” the dog said.  “Welcome to our little corner of the world!  What can I do for you?”
“We’d like to stay the night, but first,” Jason said, “Where can we get something good to eat around here?”
Laura smiled.  “Well, there’s going to be a huge buffet prepared for all the townsfolk—you should join us!” exclaimed the German Shepherd.  “There’ll be plenty of food to go around for everyone.  I’m about to head there myself.”
“I can lead you there!” the husky chimed in.  He got up from his chair and walked to the door.  “Follow me, newcomers!”
Jason and Carla shrugged, then followed the husky out the door.  He led them away from the inn and deep into the heart of the town where, sure enough, a huge buffet was laid out, and people were already enjoying some of the food.
“WE GOT NEWCOMERS!” called the husky, and the people in the town square turned toward Jason and Carla.  Immediately the couple were overwhelmed with greetings from the people, and before they knew it, they were being dragged to the buffet, to a few empty seats.
The two sat down and grinned.  “I’m hungry!” said Jason.  “Let’s eat!”
And so the two chowed down into the buffet, swallowing down all sorts of foods.  First they enjoyed the sweet chicken breast that had been prepared, along with the corn and carrots that were alongside it.  Then they gulped down the meat loaf and onions, along with the green beans and butter rolls.  After that was mashed potatoes and gravy, with massive turkey legs and a delicious tomato soup.  And that was before they got to dessert!
Their stomachs started small, normal, but before the two knew it, their bellies were starting to swell more and more with all the food.  First their guts were basketball sized, then watermelon sized, then twice as large as a football, until finally their stomachs were completely bloated, reaching their chins with how enormous they were getting.
Carla and Jason leaned back in their chairs, panting loudly after eating such an enormous feast.  “Mmm, that was so good!” Carla exclaimed, the gray dog patting her massive belly.  “I’m stuffed.”
“Me too,” replied Jason, putting a hand on his stomach and releasing gas with a loud /buuuuurp/.  Looking around, they could see that the townspeople were all in a similar state, with their massive, full bellies.
But that’s when it happened.  All their tummies let out a big, loud /grooooowl/, and started to digest the meals!  Jason and Carla stared at their stomachs, shocked that such a big meal was already being broken down!  And it was turning into body fat before their very eyes!
And that was nothing compared to what occurred next.
At the corner of his eye, Jason could see someone walking up to the buffet table.  He turned to look at her.
She was a beautiful collie, with long brown hair and a humongous, fluffy tail.  She wore scant clothing, showing off her hips and curves, and a smile was on her face.
Upon seeing her, a hush fell over the townspeople, and they stared at the collie in aawe.  Jason and Carla heard them murmuring: “Queen . . . who will . . . choose . . . tonight?”
“She must be The Vore Queen!” Jason whispered to Carla.  “Quick, start recording!”  Carla immediately sprang into action, pulling out her phone and switching it to camera mode.  Then, she started recording.
The collie walked around the table, looking over the townspeople, staring hungrily at their big bellies and new body fat.  She went around the table a few times like this, teasing everybody present—including Jason and Carla, who were eager to see what The Vore Queen would do next.
Finally, the Queen stopped at the husky who had spoken to Jason and Carla, and patted him on the head.  “You,” the collie said.  “You will be the first course of my feast tonight.”
All the townspeople at the table cheered, and the husky bowed.  “Thank you, my queen!” he said.  “I hope I can satisfy you deeply!”
“Trust me, you will,” purred The Vore Queen, who grabbed the husky and licked her lips.  “Now, prepare to be eaten, my loyal subject.  You look absolutely delicious.”
Jason and Carla were still recording, and they stared in awe as The Vore Queen looked over her food.  Then, finally, the feeding began.
The Vore Queen opened her mouth nice and wide, giving everybody at the table a glimpse inside.  In her mouth, her teeth and tongue glistened with hunger driven drool, and behind it all her throat loomed, hinting at the final destination of her prey.
After a long moment of teasing everybody with her maw, The Vore Queen finally acted.  She stuffed the husky’s head into her mouth, and began devouring him whole.
The husky let out contented sighs as her tongue glazed over him, licking over and over and over again, slurping up his flavor.  The Vore Queen couldn’t get enough of him, and that made him very happy—clearly, he was a satisfying meal, and that was a delightful thing to be.
Finally, The Vore Queen was ready to gulp him down.  She sucked the husky into her throat with a loud /glkkk/ noise, and just like that, his head was in her esophagus.
The husky shivered with delight as his back was lapped up, then gulped down, as more of him was sent toward the stomach.  He could hear it growling eagerly below, waiting for his arrival. . .
The Vore Queen savored each bite of her prey, licking and sucking with wild yet royal abandon, sending him down bit by bit.  Until, finally, he reached the stomach.
The husky felt his head leave the confines of the throat, and go into a more open space, one that was growling and dripping with digestive fluids.  He smiled and squirmed eagerly, wanted all of him to be inside of The Vore Queen’s beautiful belly.  Outside, The Vore Queen smiled.  “Patience, my subject,” the collie said.  “All of you will be in there eventually. . . Just let me savor you like the meat you are.”
She continued to lap up her prey as she gulped him down, sending more and more of him into her stomach.  Outside, a visible bulge was forming where the prey was—one could even see it moving as the husky squirmed—and Jason and Carla made sure to record it on their phone.
The husky was forced to curl up as more of him settled inside the belly, and he smiled, feeling the walls tighten around him.  The stomach growled loudly and released more digestive fluids.  Good. . . He couldn’t wait to be broken down.
The Vore Queen swallowed more and more of her prey until, finally, there was only his feet left.  The Queen teased the husky and her audience, licking and sucking the final bite for quite a while.  But all food had to go down eventually, and so, she sent the last of the husky into her gut with a loud /gulp/.
The husky smiled as the last of him was sent down to the stomach, which let out a loud groan around the prey.  He settled into his new home, and waited for digestion.
“Now, who should accompany him?” The Vore Queen wondered out loud, looking over the towns people.  Everyone (except Carla and Jason) eagerly walked forward, wanting to be picked next.  The Vore Queen looked around the crowd, and her gaze settled on the German Shepherd innkeeper, Laura.  She began to drool, and walked up to Laura, patting her on the head.  “You’ll do nicely, my sweet treat.”
“Oh, thank you, my queen!” the German Shepherd exclaimed.  “I can’t wait to fulfill your hunger.”
The Vore Queen smiled.  “Good.”
She picked up Laura and opened her mouth wide.  There was even more drool than before—clearly, The Vore Queen was quite hungry.  This time, she didn’t waste time teasing her audience: she just dove right in.
The Vore Queen shoved the German Shepherd’s head inside of her maw, licking and sucking the tasty prey.  “Mmm!” exclaimed The Vore Queen.  “You’re quite delicious. . . As good as the husky.  I can’t wait to have you inside my belly!”
She continued lapping up Laura’s head for a while, and then, she gulped it down.  One moment the German Shepherd was being licked in the spacious mouth; the next, she was sucked inside the tight, squeezing confines of the throat.  But that meant she was heading toward her destination, and that made her smile more than anything.
The Vore Queen ate this meal relatively quickly, gulping down more and more of the German Shepherd, and licking her meat as it went inside of her mouth.  She had wanted to savor her food as much as she savored the husky, but she was just too hungry for that to happen now.  She needed the German Shepherd inside of her, /now/.
Laura continued her journey down the throat, going further into the esophagus bit by bit, swallow by swallow.  She continued downwards, hearing the growls of the belly below her and waiting eagerly for her to get inside.  It took a while, but, finally, sshe was about to reach the stomach.
One swallow later, Laura’s head entered the belly with a loud /pop/, squeezing past the sphincter and going inside the gut.  Upon hearing her entrance, the husky looked up, and he gave her a smile.  “Looks like The Vore Queen wanted both of us inside of her tonight,” he said.  “Well, come on in.  The belly’s nice and warm. . .”
And so, more and more of the German Shepherd was gulped down, sending her further inside the stretchy stomach.  As she was lowered into the belly, she was forced up against the husky, who accepted her embrace and hugged her back. “It’s going to get tight in here; I can feel it,” he said.  “Don’t worry about it too much.  Just let the stomach squeeze you. . .”
The Vore Queen continued gulping down her prey, forcing Laura deeper into the gut, which stretched out immensely to fit two people inside.  Jason and Carla recorded this growth with awe, barely believing how big her stomach was getting now.  It was huge!
Finally, only the German Shepherd’s feet were left to swallow.  Laura was mostly inside, squeezed into the tight confines of the stomach, up against the husky.  The Vore Queen teased her prey’s feet, licking and sucking them for a moment.  But then, she grew tired of the game, and wanted her prey inside of her.  So she swallowed her down with a /gulp/, and sent all of Laura into her gut.
And just like that, the dinner was done.  Both dogs were happily tucked away in The Vore Queen’s belly.
The Vore Queen let out a loud /buuuuuurp/ of satisfaction and patted her large stomach.  “Goodness,” she said.  “The both of them were absolutely delicious. . . A delectable feast for sure.
“But now, it’s time for them to digest. . .”
Before Jason and Carla’s eyes, the stomach of The Vore Queen started to rapidly go down in size, as the two dogs inside were broken down completely by the strong stomach acids.  Soon, it was completely flat, as if nothing had been inside there at all!
The Vore Queen let out another loud /buuuurp/, and clothes flew out of her mouth: the clothes of the husky and the German Shepherd.  “Tasty,” she said, smirking (was she smirking at the camera? Carla wondered.  But The Vore Queen turned away before she could confirm it).  The fat from her meal got added to her body, increasing the strength of her curves.  She smiled.  “Let’s bring them back.”
The Vore Queen muttered something.  Neither Carla or Jason could pick up on what she was saying, but it didn’t sound like English, and it seemed to be some sort of incantation.  A moment later, the clothes rose up from the ground, and before their eyes, the husky and the German Shepherd regenerated inside!  A moment later, they were both completely back, and smiling in delight at their experience.
Laura walked up to The Vore Queen and bowed.  “Thank you, my queen,” she said, blushing.  “It was an honor to be swallowed up by you.”
“Agreed!” added the husky.  “Being your meal is a true delight.”
The Vore Queen grinned.  “I’m glad, my subjects,” she said.  She patted her belly, and looked out at the crowd.  In a loud voice, she told them, “I am very pleased with you all tonight.  But that was just the appetizer.  And for dinner, I think I have room for three more in here. . .”
The crowd all tightened around her, eager to be her meals.  Carla and Jason watched in awe as she picked three canines, patting them each on the head, and then swallowed them all whole, one by one.  Each one expanded the size of her belly even more than it had been before, stretching it out to an enormous size.  By the time all three meals were inside of her, The Vore Queen was gigantic.
She let out a loud /buuuurp/, and then digestion began, shrinking her huge stomach to a more normal size in a matter of seconds.  The belly fat moved to her legs this time, thickening them, and she burped out the clothes of her food.  After muttering those strange words again, her prey regenerated, all happy to be her meal.
“And now, I bid you adieu,” said The Vore Queen, walking away from the crowd and towards the forest behind the buildings.  “Be good, my subjects, and you can be my meal.  Until I feast again. . .”
And with that, The Vore Queen walked off into the night, and vanished.
Carla stopped recording and exchanged a glance with Jason.  “Holy crap!” she exclaimed.  “The legend is real!”
“And we just got to record it!” replied Jason.  The two high-fived—this had been an awesome night.
They returned to the inn and bought a room.  As they unpacked and settled in, Jason said, “I wonder who will get chosen next time.”
“Could be us,” teased Carla.
Jason laughed.  “What?  No way.  Let’s get to bed.”
And so the two peacefully went to sleep.
The next day, Carla and Jason woke up . . . and they came to a starling realization!  Their bodies had slimmed back down to their original weight—no belly bulges of body fat could be seen.  “You’re noticing this too, right?” Jason asked his wife, patting his now flat stomach.
“I am,” replied Carla.  “That’s really odd, isn’t it?  Maybe it’s part of the weirdness of this place. . .”
“Let’s go see if the other townspeople are slimmed down too, of if it’s just us,” suggested Jason.
“Good idea,” said Carla.
The two got out of bed and, after getting ready to go, they stepped outside, in the morning air.  Many of the townspeople were lingering about and, sure enough, Jason and Carla could see that they were back to their original weights, no longer stuffed with food and body fat.
“Weird,” muttered Jason.  “Really weird. . .”
At that moment, the husky from the night before passed by, and he noticed the newcomers standing there.  “Hey there!” he said, giving them a cheerful smile.  “You getting ready for the lunch buffet?  It’s starting pretty soon!”
“It is?” asked Carla.  “But there was just a buffet yesterday!”
“We have buffets pretty regularly around here,” said the husky, shrugging.  “It’s all thanks to our Queen!  You met her last night, as you recall.”
“Yeah, you were eaten by her. . . Wait a minute.”  Carla’s eyes widened in surprise.  “Now I recognize you!  You’re Justin, aren’t you?”
“Oh my god, that is Justin!” exclaimed Jason.  “I almost didn’t recognize him at all—good job, Carla!”
“Yep, that’s me,” said the husky, sounding confused.  “What of it?”
“You do urban legend hunting like we do—don’t you remember?” asked Carla.
“Why of course!” exclaimed Justin.
“So what on earth are you doing here?  You went missing a few months ago—have you been here all this time?” asked Jason.
“I suppose I have,” replied the husky.  “I remember hunting for the urban legend of The Vore Queen, and coming here.  But now that I /am/ here, serving my queen by becoming her food, I don’t ever want to leave!  I like it here, a lot.”
“I see,” said Jason.  “And why exactly do you want to be eaten again?”
“Well,” explained Justin, “after I got consumed by The Vore Queen, I never felt happier in my life—never ever!  I want to experience that happiness as much as I can.  That’s why I don’t want to leave this town, because I can experience it here!”
Jason nodded, and exchanged a glance with Carla.  Something was definitely amiss here, wasn’t it. . .?
At that moment, a bell rang, and Justin whirled around, a goofy grin on his face.  “The bell!  That means it’s time for lunch!” he exclaimed.  “Come on, everybody!  Let’s go eat!”
Jason and Carla tried to return to the inn, but a large crowd had formed from behind and in front of them, and before they knew it, they were being pushed toward the buffet.  “Come on, let me through!” Jason demanded.  But it was like the people couldn’t hear him—they were so transfixed on the food that it was like his words fell on deaf ears.
Before the couple knew it, they were at the table for the buffet once again, and people were digging into the food all around them.  The two exchanged another look.  “We better eat if we want to blend in,” pointed out Carla in a whisper.  “If they figure out that we’re suspicious, they might do something to us!”
“Good point,” Jason whispered back.  “Let’s just eat then, and we can figure out what to do from there. . .”
And so, the two sat down and dug into the buffet, eating caramel apples and chicken pot pies, beef stews and sweet potatoes, chicken tacos and seasoned calamari.  The food was varied and of enormous quantities, with plenty to go around for everybody at the table.
Jason and Carla tried not to eat too much at first, but then they realized that if they wanted to blend in, they needed to have big bellies.  So they ate more and more, devouring the food in front of them as they tried to fit in with the rest of the group.
Their stomachs started out small, but quickly grew bigger and bigger, swelling up to immense sizes as they continued to eat.  By the time they were finished, both of their bellies were even bigger than they had been the day before!  The two leaned back in their chairs, tired and panting, grateful that the food was already starting to digest.
And then, she appeared.
There was a rustling in the bushes, and then, The Vore Queen stepped out, smiling a greedy and pleased grin.  She looked over her fattened subjects, and the townspeople went wild, cheering as their queen stepped closer and closer to the table.
She walked around the buffet a few times, looking over /her/ living buffet of canines and licking her lips.  A hush fell over the crowd as she went, staring at each person one by one, as if she could see into their very souls.  When she looked in Jason and Carla’s eyes, the two individually shivered, feeling a tingle travel down their spines.  They could see the hunger in The Vore Queen’s eyes.  Who would fulfill that hunger tonight?  Only time would tell. . .
But then, suddenly, The Vore Queen stepped forward, and the collie reached out her hand.  She patted Jason’s head first, then Carla’s, and nodded, looking satisfied.
She had chosen them.
The crowd cheered wildly and gathered around the queen and her food, tightening around them and making escape impossible.  Jason gulped, and looked over at Carla.  The two knew something was amiss here—and getting eaten by The Vore Queen was the key to the strangeness of the town.  But they didn’t want to end up like Justin, now did they?!
“Oh, great Vore Queen,” said Carla, improvising her words on the fly, “we are, um, not /worthy/ to be eaten by you!  We’re just newcomers, after all, and. . .”
“Nonsense,” The Vore Queen said, licking her lips.  “Newcomers are always welcome to make their first trip down my throat.  And the two of you look absolutely scrumptious, I must say.”
“To be chosen by The Vore Queen is an honor!” Justin, who was part of the crowd, called out.  “Don’t worry about being unworthy—it is she who makes you worthy of being her food!”
“Yeah, don’t worry too much!” called another dog.  “You can do it!  Be her food!”
Soon, a chant of, “Be her food!” started up among the crowd, and Jason and Carla exchanged a look.  It seemed that they didn’t have much of a choice. . .
“Alright,” Jason finally said.  “Let’s do this, Vore Queen.  Eat us.”
The crowd let out a loud cheer, and The Vore Queen smiled.  “Splendid,” she said, licking her lips.  “The two of you are going to be very, very tasty, I can tell.  As tasty as the rest of these townspeople. . .”
She reached down and picked up Jason, pulling the plump dog up and out of his chair until he was just inches away from her maw.  “Take a look inside, sweetie,” The Vore Queen said.  “Tell me what you see.”
She opened her mouth wide revealing the inside to him.  Jason gulped.  “I see . . . teeth, with drool all over them,” he said.  “Your tongue is dripping with drool too.”
“And what’s behind that?” The Vore Queen asked.
“Your throat.”
“And where does it lead?”
“. . . Your stomach?”
“Exactly,” The Vore Queen said.  She licked her lips.  “Don’t be afraid, my meal.  I promise your journey will be quick and painless, just like all of the other dogs who have passed through my jaws.  Now, get ready to be eaten.”
Jason took a deep breath.  As he was letting it out, his head was shoved inside The Vore Queen’s mouth.  And just like that, the feeding began.
Jason suddenly found himself in a spacious, dripping maw, which covered him in drool.  It dripped from above, and the longer he lay inside the mouth, the more saliva landed on him.  The Vore Queen’s tongue poked at his head, then gave it a good lick, from the top to the bottom.  “Mmmmm!” the predator exclaimed.  “You have such a delicious flavor, cutie pie. . . A nice zesty one, too.  I was right: you’re just as tasty as the rest of the people in this town. . .”
Jason blushed.  For some reason, he found that to be a very good compliment.  Outside, Carla was blushing too, but she was also recording the encounter with her phone, hoping it would make good evidence of the legendary Vore Queen.
Jason was lapped up for just a little longer, his head licked and sucked like the food he was.  At one point, he tried to pull his head out, just to see if he could out of curiosity, but The Vore Queen sealed her lips around his neck.  He was trapped . . . but for some reason, that didn’t cause him to panic.  For some reason, he was fine with getting devoured like this. . .
Finally, The Vore Queen sent Jason down her throat with a loud /gulp/.  He was sucked out of the spacious mouth and into the tight, squeezing, cylindrical tunnel of the esophagus.  It clamped around his head and refused to let him go—he definitely couldn’t move his head out now, that was for sure.  And so he waited for whatever would happen next. . .
The Vore Queen lapped up Jason’s neck and back, running her tongue eagerly on her prey, tasting every inch of him.  “You certainly are delicious,” she teased him.  “For someone who’s new at this, you’re doing very well too. . . What an obedient meal.”  Jason’s turned redder, and he was grateful nobody could see how embarrassed he was right now. . .
The Vore Queen took her time swallowing down her prey, sucking him in bit by tiny bit,  She wanted to savor his flavor, after all, and so the journey down was slow.  But as he went deeper, inch by inch, Jason could hear the growling of the gut get louder and louder, until the noise filled his ears. . .
Finally, another /gulp/ sent him in.  His head was pushed out of the tight esophagus, and into the spacious stomach.  He looked around his new home: red walls enclosed the area, dripping with juices, and they were moving the growling like crazy.  The Vore Queen certainly was hungry for him . . . and that made the dog feel quite happy.
She gulped more and more of Jason inside of her, and he filled up the stomach more and more, until he was pressed up against the walls of the belly and his body was on the floor.  It took a while, but finally, only his feet were left to swallow.
As usual, The Vore Queen teased her prey with the final bite, licking and sucking his feet as if she was never going to let go of them.  But finally, she did, and gulped them down with the rest of Jason.  All of him landed in that stomach, and he smiled, curling up against the walls.
“Now for my next course,” said The Vore Queen, licking her lips.  She reached down and picked up Carla, causing the gray dog to drop her phone on the ground.  “Are you ready, my /meal/?”
Carla gulped.  “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Good.”  The Vore Queen opened her mouth wide.  “Let’s begin, then, shall we?”
She stuffed Carla’s head inside of her maw and began licking it with reckless abandon.  “You’re just as tasty as your husband,” she teased the gray dog.  “But you’re more on the sweet side, not the spicy side.  I like both.”  Carla blushed inside of the mouth, and The Vore Queen lapped up her red cheeks.
She was licked a little more.  But it seemed The Vore Queen didn’t want to waste any time with her, because before she knew it, Carla was sucked inside the throat with a /gulp/.  She squirmed in the tight, cramped esophagus, trying to get used to the new space, but it was difficult to adjust.  Still, she persevered, and waited for what would happen next.
The Vore Queen sucked more and more of Carla in, tasting her all the while, licking up her neck, her back, her hips.  Until, finally, the gray dog landed inside the stomach.
She had heard it coming as she was lowered downward—the growling was immensely loud, and it made even the esophagus shudder from the vibrations.  When she reached it, her head entered the belly with a loud /pop/, and she looked around.  
Her husband Jason was leaning up against the red walls of the stomach, and he gave Carla a smile.  “Hi, honey!” he exclaimed, leaning up and kissing her.  “Welcome to the belly.  Make yourself at home!”
Carla laughed.  “Thank you, dear.  I will.”
The Vore Queen smiled at the cute exchange, and gulped in more and more of her prey, sending more of Carla to her growling, hungry belly.  The dog filled more and more of the stomach, causing Jason to be squeezed to the left side as she filled up the right.  Until, finally. Only her feet were left.
This time, The Vore Queen didn’t waste any time.  She gulped down Carla’s feet, and sent then down.
And just like that, it was done.  The two of them were inside her stomach.
The belly churned and growled around them, dripping digestive fluid onto the couple.  “I guess that . . . it’s time to regenerate soon?” suggested Carla.
Jason nodded.  “I guess so.  I’m a little nervous to digest, if I’m being honest. . .”
“Don’t worry,” said Carla.  She kissed him.  “I’m right here.”
Jason smiled.  “Thanks, babe.”
More and more stomach acids splashed onto the couple.  A moment later, the two of them started to melt.
It was a painless process.  But it was a strange one, as they slowly turned from solid, living mass, into a runny, liquidy goop.  It started at their feet, as the juices turned their toes into goo, then the rest of their foot, running up the bridge and to their ankles.  Then the meltiness traveled up their bodies, crawling up their legs and turning them into a liquidy mess.  More and more of them melted away—their hips, their stomachs, their chests, their necks—until, finally, only their heads were left.  All the while, the stomach shrunk down further and further, until it was back to normal size.
Carla turned to Jason with a smile.  “Well, see you on the other side, babe,” she said.
Jason smiled.  “I will,” he said.
And with that, the last of Jason and Carla melted away, and the two of them fully digested.
Outside, The Vore Queen let out a loud /buuuurp/ and patted her now shrunken belly.  “Goodness me,” she said, smiling at the crowd.  “Those newcomers certainly were tasty treats.  I do love finding new flavors in new prey . . . and those two certainly delivered!”
She let out another belch, and Carla and Jason’s clothing came flying out of her mouth, landing on the ground with a /splat/.  “Let’s bring them back, shall we?” she asked the crowd.  The townspeople cheered loudly, and The Vore Queen smiled.  She chanted those strange words again, and a moment later, Jason and Carla began to regenerate.
They formed back into their clothes (which was now dry, thanks to the incantation) bit by bit, little by little, until, finally, all of them was back.
The two looked around at the crowd.  “Well?” The Vore Queen asked.  “How do you feel, my subjects.”
Carla and Jason turned to The Vore Queen, and then they both bowed.  “That was incredible, my queen!” Jason exclaimed.  “I feel so . . . happy!”
“Me too!” exclaimed Carla.  “I don’t know what it is exactly, but you eating me has given me so much joy!  Thank you, my queen!”
“You’re welcome, subjects,” The Vore Queen purred, patting her head.  “Be loyal to me, and stay in this town, and perhaps I will choose you again!”
“Yes!” Carla said.
“Oh yes!  We will!” added Jason.
The Vore Queen smiled.  “Excellent.”
She began to walk away, and the crowd parted.  Before she left, she turned around and said, “Give our two newest townsfolk a good welcome, won’t you all?”  And with that, she was gone.
The crowd gathered around Carla and Jason and welcomed them into the town.  They were given a permanent place to stay, at a house that had recently been built, and so the two stayed, eager to get eaten again.
Meanwhile. . .
The Vore Queen returned to her quarters: a cabin deep within the forest, hidden from watchful eyes through magic.  She stepped inside of her house and smiled, laughing to herself.
“What a lucky dog I am,” The Vore Queen said, sitting down in her living room.  “Not only did that spell book help me regenerate those I eat, it also changes their personality so they /want/ to be eaten by me again, and so they’ll never leave!  Not to mention the spells that create food that can fatten up my subjects so they’ll be nice and plump as they’re devoured by me.”
She squeezed her belly fat and grinned evilly.  “It’s a dog eat dog world out there!  And now, I have two more loyal subjects to add to my kingdom!  Ah ha ha ha~!
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The words “The End?” flashed on the screen, and with that, the film cut to black.
Randy turned to Samantha.  “Well dear, how did you like our little movie?” he asked her with a smile.
“I liked it a lot,” the tiger replied.  “I thought you were a great actor in it as Jason—Hannah did a great job as Carla, and I loved Sally as The Vore Queen!”
She smirked, and opened her mouth wide.  “So, how do you feel about feeding /this/ lovely queen?”
Randy chuckled.  “Aw heck, why not?”
Samantha grabbed his feet and started to swallow.  Randy smiled, and let her eat him.
This was going to be a fun night. . .