Let the Husky party freely

Ali could hear the Husky outside walking closer to the party, he could hear the music getting louder, as well as his heartbeat getting faster. He was happy, Ali had thought. The Husky was a royal guard after all, he's not allowed many times to have a night off, being practically told to stay away from the castle, and his boring ass job must be a blessing for him. Ali felt bad to run his fun so quickly, before he could even get inside. So he decided to wait, let the Husky party for a while, he figured that it would be fine to simmer inside his belly for a little while, before reminding him of his task.

The young prince did not hit the Husky's insides to remind him of his existence, instead he curled up even tighter inside his stomach, and placed his ears to the slimy walls to listen to what was happening outside, trying his hardest to ignore the itching feeling and the rising heat.

The Husky happily entered the tavern and found his friends at the bar, where he sat beside them, unawarely squishing his bloated gut against the pub's table. His friends got him a beer, that he couldn't refuse and chugged it entirely down his throat, inside Ali's compact chamber, splashing the very cold substance right over his head. He began talking with them, chatting about the past few days, and making a couple of jokes that made the couple of friends laugh, with him included. While Ali listened to his horrible jokes, he began smiling, not because of his jokes, but because he felt included in their conversation, like he was part of the friend group, sitting beside them and listening to the same bad jokes the Husky had made, even though they had no idea of his presence. With a smile, Ali continued listening, almost entirely forgetting of the rising, almost boiling liquid that had reached his neck.

The Husky kept on talking with his friends, while Ali kept on listening, and the stomach continued gurgling. After a while, the noise made by the Husky's stomach became too loud for Ali to clearly understand the words coming out from outside, he tried to push his ear harder on the fleshy walls of the stomach to hear better, only to notice that his ears had gotten incredibly soft and mushy, bits of flesh stuck to the wall and fell off into the pool of boiling acid. Horrified, Ali panicked and tried to move, only to really that the rest of his body was the same, only way worse. Whenever he tried to move, he felt bits of his body falling apart, mixing with the acid, his limbs had gotten incredibly soft, to the point that they broke when they touched the walls of the stomach. Finally feeling the pain of his body melting away, Ali began to struggle and scream for help, only for nobody to hear his muffled whines inside the Husky's stomach covered by his thick fur and deafened by the loud music inside the tavern.

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The Husky was almost completely drunk, he was laughing loudly at any other word his friends said. Some had noticed his swollen belly softening and shrinking, with the kicks of whoever was inside disappearing as quickly as they appeared, but nobody knew that whatever was inside was supposed to survive the night. His belly gurgled loudly, just like any other prey filled stomach inside the tavern, thankfully the music was loud enough to overpower the noise of screaming prey, and breaking bones. Everybody partied, everybody had a good time, while some gained a few pounds on their butts and boobs, and others were turned into layers of fat on some sexy lionesses. Not many complained about having a bad time, that's because most were turned into a jiggle mass on a drunken folk.

No thought or remembrance of the prince had ever come to the Husky, he continued partying and having fun with his friends, while his swollen stomach softened and returned to its original size, while another part of his body had grown. Eventually all the partying and beer had gotten to his head, and he fell asleep on one of the couches in the tavern, alongside his also drunk friends.

When the Husky woke up, it was morning, and everyone in the tavern was sleeping either on the floor or on top of one another. Most folks were naked, others had their clothes torn apart due to their gained pounds on their bodies. Seeing almost all the anthros bare naked, the Husky laughed, then he remembered his last night assignment, and looked down at his body. His stomach was completely flat, just like the morning before, no sign of ever having eaten someone, though something else gave the looks that he ate a crowd. Just like the other pred in the tavern, his posterior had grown, but not just with a few pounds, it was almost twice its original size, his pants were torn into multiple pieces on the ground, while his bare white and grey ass cheeks could almost swallow a chair.

The Husky, horrified, ran bare bottomless to the castle to explain what happened and ask for forgiveness from the king. Only for no consequences to arrive at his name. The king was disappointed at his son for failing his trail, but not at all angry at the Husky that accidentally digested him. The Jackal that gave him such a test congratulated the Husky for his gains, and even hugged his naked, fat ass, pushing her head against the soft surface of his cheeks, feeling the softens and jiggly-ness of his furry butt, then ending her hug with a long kiss on his left ass cheek. The Husky returned to his post the next day like nothing ever happened.