This rain storm was the likely the last you'd ever see after meeting me. You'd been shrunken with a fellow stranger I'd met at the bar and woken up on my couch next to me. You were kind of cute- and I'd see how much you'd been staring at my mouth, the way you blushed when I swallowed tequila shots. So you would get one good, final show before I take care of you- if I get bored of keeping you like a pet, that is.
You can see the small bump my prey makes in my stomach, but already their movements have slowed and are so pathetically weak. You watched me pull out his tiny body from my purse, no bigger than the length of my hand- the same as you are now- and gulp him down whole. He's been in my gut maybe half and hour tops and it's intent on reducing him to mush.
You like listening to me digest my food, don't you? Because once my prey slides down my throat and into cramp confines of my stomach, that's what they become- a meal. Meat for my stomach to digest and process into nutrients and slurry. Even if you hear a faint, muffled whimper from my middle or see the surface move from them weakly squirming, they're just food to slowly churn away for hours in my belly. Soon enough, they'll be fat on my figure and energy for me to spend. They'll be gone without a trace, every inch of their puny body absorbed into me.
I pick you up by a leg and drop you onto my belly with a smirk.
Go ahead and press your ear to my gurgling stomach if you want. Rub it, feel it rumble under your hands and hear my prey sloshing around inside me. After all, that might just be how you sound in my digestive tract if I decide to eat you too.
My stomach just let out the biggest upset tummy squelching noise and this big dude turned and said, “oh! You gotta upset tummy, don’t ya?”
And when all I could do was clutch my belly to calm the rumbles, and nod, he gently pointed out where the restrooms were and said “I know it ain’t fun to have.”
I recorded these sounds few years ago. I remember that I ate something really heavy and I wanted to record digestion sounds, but I fell asleep.
And this is what I heard when I woke up. I was so confused. I still am. If anyone can tell me what exactly my stomach was doing here, please tell me.
It sounds like a lot of foam is being mangled by my stomach. All the content got liquefied and now it's moving around in my stomach that's trying very hard to digest it. And the most interesting thing is that the same sound is repeated every 4 seconds for like, 10 minutes.
Lowkey wish that would have been me in your dream shoving that funnel in your face and milking those huge tits of yours <3
I probably wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off your fat belly either with how stuffed you got, you know I'm just such slut for stuffed, gurgly tummies
Imagine if the dream had gone on longer though, maybe you could have gotten to let that feeder sit on your face and play with their ass like you like so much
-Hucow anon
(Sorry I didn’t see this sooner not been doing the best)
Awe thanks cutie. Wish it was you to. You’d know exactly what to say to make me greedily lap up more and more. 💖
But Yes yes yes! Butt please. I’ll make my tummy all gurgly and loud. Make it all soft to give you a nice pillow to lay on and listen. (Although I don’t think I have to try to hard right now 😅)
Then maybe I can play with fat butt? Please? 🥺 I’ll be a good cow. Mooo~💖