Kick the rat

Ali could see the rat above him lick his chops, looking down at him with hunger filling his gaze.

Concerned for his life, Ali used his legs to kick the rat right in the head. „Gah!" The rat winced. „Why you little!” Instead of getting off him, as Ali hoped, the rat moved closer to him, bringing his muzzle right up to his, opening it extremely wide, that seemed just enough to engulf his entire head.

And that's what the rat exactly did. He shoved his maw right over Ali's face, shoving his head right down his throat as Ali frantically struggled. The rat giggled, feeling his prey hopelessly struggle for his life. He swallowed, sending Ali's head down his tight throat, taking in his neck and starting on his shoulders. The Doberman, who was watching the entire time, burst into laughter, seeing the little doggy get eaten by someone significantly smaller than him. The rat tucked his shoulders and hands together before taking them in his maw with one gulp, his big teeth stabbing Ali's chest. He kept swallowing with wet, but powerful gulps, managing to consume Ali's entire upper body, with his smaller rear sticking out his muzzle, and legs kicking the air frantically without use.

His head already reached his stomach, which reeked of expired food and trash, with the extremely high heat making it much worse, almost making Ali puke. With another gulp from the rat, his head descended into the pile of waste that the rat indulged beforehand, his nose getting buried into a pile of smelly mush. The rest of Ali's body quickly followed, as the rat began sucking in his feet like two giant pieces of noddles. He was forced to curl up unbearably tight, with the pile of mushed garbage sticking to his entire body, making him feel sick. His body was almost entirely coated in a strange sticky substance, that dyed his already dyed fur in a brownish colour. Chewed garbage stuck to his legs, butt and even hands, while his snout was unlucky enough to have a used condom stick right on his nostrils.

Outside, the rat, burped loudly.
„BWWWUUUARRRPEEPPP!” His belly had grown massively huge and extremely heavy, that he was unable to stand up anymore, so he sat his fat butt on the concrete of the street, patting his hefty gut, with his opponent's outline barely visible through his thick fur. Ali wiggled around the trash filled belly, only to achieve in making the rat smile and grin to his helpless struggles.

The Doberman was sobbing from laughter, he couldn't believe that Ali had been overpowered so easily, and eaten by someone way smaller than him. The rat eventually noticed his loud laughter, and said annoyed. „Do you mind? Bwurp!”

„No, no.” The Doberman swiped a tear off his eyes, trying to talk between laughter. „You enjoy that one mate. You definitely deserve it.” He chuckled, looking at the struggles coming from the rat's belly.

„Hell yeah I do! Now beat it!” The rat exclaimed annoyed. Normally the Doberman wouldn't be someone to follow order from someone as small and meaningless as the rat, but this time, he did as he was told and left the naked rat to enjoy his meal, he walked, disappearing into the night while laughing to himself.

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The rat, now alone with his prey struggling inside his belly, began pressing his hands in his gut, firmly moving his palms across his gut, trying to speed up the digestion process. His hands did help his stomach work, Ali was mushed and rolled around inside his gut, mixed even further with the trash and pouring digestive acid. He tried to fight as much as he could, but in the end he grew tired, and with the help of rat pressing him even further in his gut, his body already got weaker. He remained dumb, but awake, feeling the rat squeeze his chamber from all sides, coating him in the smelly digestive acid, and mixing him with the already formed mush.

The giant belly began to groan and gurgle loudly as it almost got filled with digestive acid, which already began melting Ali. The rat continued his firm massage, eventually he heard his prey's bones starting to break, which made him press his hands even harder into his gut, speeding up the process significantly, and turning Ali's body into mush and bones. His belly was hard at work, turning the broken bits into mushy soup, to be later absorbed. After a few hours of his belly filling the alleyway with loud gurgles, his gut eventually grew softer and small enough for the rat to get up. Once he did, the mushy insides began to slosh around his gut, making him smile. He pressed his palm one last time on his belly, feeling the softness of his prey, and what remained still solid.

With a belly more than happy, the naked rat walked away to his home, his still fat belly sloshing around what remained of Ali. When he arrived home, which was the sewers, he laid comfortably on his back on what he considered his bed, and took a long nap while his belly groaned and gurgled away what was left of his meal.

The next morning, the rat woke up like nothing even happened, having almost entirely forgotten that he had digested someone last night. His wide hips and fat butt had gotten slightly chubby, not enough for him to notice though. As he walked through the sewers, he heard some guards above talking about the king looking for a rat that matched his description. Finally he remembered who he ate last night, a presumably royal guard, who was now resting as a part of his fat butt. Thinking that he might have gotten in trouble, he decided to finally do some exercise, and burn away all the fat from his massive fat butt.