Check on the prince!

Ali was sweating bullets, he had never seen his guard so serious before, normally he's a massive dumbass, or a lazy bum, but now while pretending to be someone else, Ali had realised why this specific Labrador was assigned to him. He has a big figure, he's very muscular and powerful, his grip alone on his shoulders made him feel a little pain, and his stare, his serious, angry stare made his heart sink.

„Ah, you see... I was sent here to check on the little prince!” Ali said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The Labrador didn't look like he bought it. „Why would they send someone so raggedy to check on him? Good bye.”

Before Ali could explain himself even further, or ask what he meant, he felt himself getting picked off the ground by the Labrador, and pulled closer to his muzzle. Ali stared horrified as the Labrador opened his mouth incredibly wide, letting his hot breath wash over his face, and letting him stare inside it for a second, before getting pulled even closer. The Labrador shoved his entire head into his muzzle, his tongue licked his face, letting saliva coat on his fur and drench his head. Ali began to wiggle, to struggle out of his grip while he stared down the dark, humid throat of the Labrador, but he was unsuccessful, his guard had too much of a grip on him for him to slide out of.

Once his whole head was coated in the Labrador's smelling, warm saliva, he began swallowing, sending Ali's head down his tight throat, forming a small bulge on his neck while his shoulders entered his muzzle. Unlike with his head, the Labrador didn't stop to taste him, he continued swallowing, sending Ali's head further down his gullet and engulfing more of his mortified body. Ali could only stare down the tight, slimy tube until he could see an opening. His head popped inside the stomach of the Labrador, it was surprisingly empty, with only a small pool of digestive acid waiting for him, that he had no choice but to shove his head into it while more of his body joined. The Labrador made quick work of his smaller body, within a few powerful gulps, he had entirely eaten Ali without realising who he actually was.

„That should teach you not to wander through castle grounds, hooligan!” The Labrador guard said, moving his palm across the big, rounded bulge on his belly, feeling the faint outline of his captor.

Ali could barely hear him, the walls of the stomach were too thick for him to hear properly. He was forced into a fatal position, curled up like a ball, pressed on all sides by the slimy walls of the Labrador's belly. It was warm, very warm, way hotter than a sauna, the air was thick, hard to breathe in. He could hear the Labrador's heartbeat, he seemed proud of what he's done, not at all bothered by the fact that he had eaten someone whole. Was this normal? Ali wondered. His thoughts quickly changed once he felt the pool of acid rise, starting to sting his body, and hurt him. He began to struggle, wiggling around the tight, humid stomach, kicking his limb around trying to convince the guard to puke him out.

„I wouldn't do that if I were- Bwwwaaaarrrupp!” The Labrador burped loudly, his gut shrinking significantly, squeezing the young prince unbearably hard, and forcing most of his breathing air out. Ali stopped moving, his body was compressed so hard that it hurt, his lungs felt like burning, barely able to breathe in the thick air inside the stomach.

„Guess you're done.” The Labrador patted his gut. Inside Ali had no other choice but to succumb to his belly, and hope that it wasn't going to be a painful digestion. „Well. Can't have the prince seeing me like that.” He talked to himself, petting his swollen gut, before starting to walk away from the library door.

Ali could feel him walk, his gut bounced with each step he took, making the acid inside his belly flop and slosh around, coating him in its substance even further. The Labrador went all the way to the lower levels of the castle, passing multiple people along the way, who seemed unbothered or uncaring by his big, prison filled belly. He went to his quarters, where he ditched his armour, and work clothes, then went to the local sauna, where other guards seemed to be already there.

„Well, aren't you off early?” Someone said, Ali could only hear faint mumbles.

„I can't let the prince see me like that.” The Labrador pressed his finger on his big belly. „Plus, he's fine! Probably sleeping in the library, head buried in some old books.” He continued talking, taking a seat on the bench next to his friends. They began talking, laughing with one another, all while his belly gurgled and groaned.

Inside Ali was barely awake, the acid had risen, almost fully enveloping his entire body, only his eyes and a portion of his face remained above the painful digesting soup. He could already feel parts of his body becoming numb, weak, barely able to feel them. His head could barely form a thought, it was far too hot inside the Labrador's belly for far too long for him to realise what was going on anymore. The only thing that was clear to him, was the gurgles made by the same chamber he was melting in. He listened to them, considering them an old lullaby sung by his mother to put him to sleep. Ali faintly smiled, before closing his eyes and letting the rest of his head fall into the pool of acid. Completely weak and defeated inside the Labrador belly, he didn't stand a chance against his powerful digestive system.

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The Labrador kept laughing with his friends, while inside his belly, Ali's bones began to break, snap, shatter into pieces and dust, only to be mixed with other mushy parts of his body. Once he was done with the sauna, his belly was almost completely soft, but he barely acknowledged it. He got dressed and went into town, he heard that there was a party at a local pub, and he didn't want to miss it. There, he partied with some other friends, jugged bear and other complementary snacks down his belly, where they mixed with the sloshing remains of Ali. The Labrador eventually got drunk from all the beer, he had fallen asleep laying on one of the wooden couches in the barn, laying completely flat on his stomach, compressing the sloshy soup inside him.

When morning came, the Labrador groaned awake with a massive headache on his head. He mumbled a few curses before opening his eyes, and getting to his feet. There, he realised that his pants didn't fit on his butt anymore, as it grew extremely large and fat because of his latest catch. He cursed again, trying to pull his pants on his new juicy butt, but only achieved in ripping them apart. The Labrador groaned annoyed, he looked at the time, he saw that it was almost time for his job to guard the prince, and he knew that he shouldn't be late no matter what. Angry, he stormed out of the bar with no pants on, walked through the streets with his fat rear exposed for everyone to see. Some laughed, some admired his juicy buns.

Eventually, he reached the castle, where he was stopped by the king himself, father of the prince he was supposed to take care of. At first, he thought he was getting fired for being late, or being butt naked, but the king explained that his son didn't need any protection anymore, and that he'll be assigned a new role soon. The Labrador asked why. The king didn't respond, but took a long glance at his big, fat, wobbling ass cheeks that were exposed for the world to see.