Feed himself to her

Ian kept staring at the beautiful female German Shepherd sleeping right beside him, she was so beautiful, so elegant, so deserving...

As the Shepard snored without a care in the world, the white kitty kept taking glances at her wide open muzzle, staring deep inside her almost drooling mouth. Ian remembered his curse, that he smells and tastes delicious, that sooner or later someone would grab him and stuff him down their throat, and turn him into a part of their hips. It was a horrifying experience for the cat, fearing that any person he interacts with can be the one that ends his life, even if it's friends or family. Even right now on the farm, Ian feared that he was going to get eaten by one of his grandma's workers, that was one of the main reasons he locked himself in her room for the entire day. But now, as he stared at the gaping maw of a beautiful German Shepherd, Ian didn't feel scared anymore, but relaxed, accepting of his situation, and finally ready to accept his curse, and be someone's meal. Her meal.

Ian slowly crawled closer to the naked Shepard, he brought his hand to her muzzle, and carefully placed it inside. Almost immediately, her tongue reacted, it wrapped around his palm and tried to pull him in. She didn't wake up, her body acted all on her own. Ian pulled his hand back with a little struggle, her tongue almost had a good enough grip to take him in by ****. But Ian knew that wasn't necessary, he was more than willing to be a part of her beautiful figure, and rest on her hips until the end of time. Even better, he didn't have to wake her up.

Carefully, he tucked his legs together and brought his feet to her muzzle, slowly sliding them in. Her drooling tongue began moving again, wrapped around his legs way more firmly than with his palm, making sure to not let go this time. Ian tried not to giggle as saliva slipped between his toes, then with a little hesitation, he shoved his feet further into her muzzle. Her tongue began helping, trying to pull him in as well, as the Shepard began swallowing his lower body while seemingly remaining asleep. Ian saw the bulge on her neck going down her body until it reached her belly, which slowly began to expand. The boy stared at the small lump forming on her body, knowing that soon that will be his last destination, his last bed to sleep on, his last place where he's alive. His heartbeat rushed, sweat starting to form, yet his mind was more calm than ever.

Ian continued self-feeding himself to the beautiful sleeping canine, her muzzle took in his entire legs, he could feel his toes already in her belly. When it was time for his butt to enter her steaming maw, Ian laid on the bed hay, tucking his hands to his side, and letting himself be swallowed down. The Shepard girl kept pulling him in slowly, his hands and butt went past her teeth, down into her tight, humid throat, slowly sliding down. His chest was next, it took a few couple of minutes for her tongue to pull it fully, that gave Ian enough time to think about his life, about what he's done to get here, he didn't feel ashamed, he thought that it was a worthy way to go, willing, without fuss or trash talk, a peaceful devouring. He smiled.

The Shepard surprisingly still asleep, took his head into her muzzle, Ian could see her massive fangs around his head, as drool fell on his face, and her tongue took a better grip of his head, getting ready to finally send him down. Ian would have wanted to see the outside world one last time, but it was too dark to see anything past a few feet, plus there was nothing to see, he was in a barn after. The female Shepard's tongue wrapped around his head, then slowly pulled him in, and swallowed him down for the last time. His head slid down her tight throat, the last bulge on her neck disappearing as Ian's head reached the end of the sliding. With his entire body now inside her stomach, Ian was **** to curl up very tightly, in a fatal position that he could barely move out of. Not like he wanted to, he was more than happy with where he ended up.

The white kitty snuggled himself, listening to the sounds of the body of the sleeping Shepard. He could still hear her faintly snore, but he could also hear her heartbeat, it was calm, relaxing unlike his fast beating heart. Her stomach also began making noises, groaning and gurgling loudly, while the slimy walls of the stomach began pressing on him from all sides, slowly squeezing him over and over, as the temperature began to rise. Acid already began to form at the bottom of her belly, slowly adding up, submerging his toes. It already burned and stinged, but Ian didn't struggle, there was no point, plus he didn't want to disturb or wake up the beautiful German Shepherd he gave himself up to without her knowing. Ian closed his eyes and tried to sleep, as he came to the barn to do just that, and now he has the chance to sleep forever.

Outside, the female German Shepherd kept on snoring, completely unaware of how bloated and huge her belly had gotten, with such a tasty meal that only her tongue could recognise. Her snores began to get deafened by the sound of her gurgling belly, processing her meal. From time to time, a loud burp would escape her muzzle, making her tummy squeeze further on her willing victim. Sometimes she'll roll on the bed, trying to get even more comfortable, unwarely crushing her belly under her weight. She slept the entire night snoring and rolling around, as her belly slowly and painfully digested Ian, breaking him and melting him completely, before adding him to her waist line.

Eventually the sun shined, and morning came. All the residents of the barn woke up, ready for another day of work. The female Shepherd was the last one to get up. Her eyes slowly opened awake, her tongue licking her lips, feeling a strange but very delicious taste on her lips, before a loud burp left her muzzle.
„Bbwwwrrrrruuuuuuaaappprp!”

Her feet slowly pulled her up. „Fuck. The hell did I ate?” Her hands moved across her body, feeling that she had gain a few pounds since last night. She cupped her breast with her hands, she could tell that they had gotten up a size, and they were slightly heavier. She didn't the same with her ass cheeks, feeling how bigger they have gotten, how softer and fatter they were, her hips also gaining a small centimetre of fat. „Who did I ate last night?” She asked confused, but not angry, instead she giggled. „Damn boy, you've fattened me up.” Her hand slapped her butt, making her mounds of flesh on her posterior jiggle. „Can't remember who you were, or when the hell did I ate you, but welcome to your new home, that being my hips, hehe.”

The German Shepherd walked out of the barn, shaking her hips from side to side, making her new ass residence jiggle behind her with each step.

* End: Digested by Roxanne*