Scream for help

Loud snoring coming from the Husky quickly made Ali believe that there's no way he would wake up anytime soon, and stop his belly from digesting him. He could feel the temperature rising as well the pool of acid starting to sting, frantically he looked for a way out, only to find none. Scared out of his mind, Ali began shouting for help, hoping that somebody would hear him shout from inside the Husky's stomach. He used all his power of his lungs to make as much noise, trying his hardest to get someone's attention.

Eventually his screams were heard by a dizzy Doberman guy, that was trying to fit a place to sit down. His ears peaked once he heard Ali's screams coming from inside of the sleeping Husky. He approached, putting his hands on his swollen gut, feeling the thrashing outline of the prince. „Why you screaming for? Don't like who ate you?" The Doberman said mockingly before laughing at himself.

His words came muffled through the thick fur and skin of the Husky, but Ali managed to hear them. „He wasn't supposed to digest me! I need assistance here!” He screamed loudly.

The Doberman thought about it for a few seconds before a wide smile formed on his muzzle. „Sure! No problem!” He screamed back, pressing his hands against the swollen stomach. „I'll try to push you out from outside, while you climb up!”

Ali heard his plan but didn't have time to argue about it, the Doberman began pressing his palms against the stomach even harder, squeezing him inside incredibly powerful. Thinking that this might be his only hope to get out, he started looking for a way out, while the Doberman kept squeezing his slimy chamber. At first, it hurt like hell, whoever was outside wasn't doing a very good job at being subtle, and instead was using all his strength like a fool, crushing Ali's body in the process. Eventually, Ali managed to find the way he entered, and pushed his hand inside, with the Doberman squeezing the stomach outside with incredibly force, his head and rest of his body starting going up through the throat. As his body slid up, the Doberman made sure to follow with his hands, pressing his hands only at the bottom bulge to aid Ali upwards.

It was a very painful process, again the Doberman wasn't very good, and he more or less crushed Ali's body a few times, but was very much helpful at pushing him towards freedom. Within a few times of getting his entire body squished inside the throat of the sleeping Husky, his head eventually raised back inside his open maw, and he could finally see outside. Or that was what he hoped and thought he'll see. Inside, he saw another open muzzle, incredibly close to the Husky's, almost kissing him.

Before he could really understand what was going on, his head was pushed outside the Husky's mouth and shoved directly into the new mouth, with one single swallow he began descending in another tight throat. Ali tried to fight against it but was left powerless due to the fact that he was already being squished so unbearably hard. He could only watch as he was gulped down and sent into another belly, one that smelled very rancid, that made his lungs burn, and was way smaller than the Husky's, hurting his body as he was shoved deeper inside. Ali was again curled up like a ball, this time way more tightly, to the point that he couldn't move at all.

He screamed, demanding answers from the Doberman. Outside, the Doberman was now rocking a swollen gut, licking his lisp over and over, and petting his belly very proudly. „God, you were tasty. What!? I helped you find a better stomach to be digested in, didn't I?” He laughed for a second before he was interrupted by a loud burp, his stomach squeezing over Ali even harder. „Now shut your trap! You ain't getting out of there!” The Doberman shouted, before squeezing his gut with his own hands. Once he thought that his prey was going to be obedient, he stopped squeezing, and went on his way to continue partying. Inside his very small, very tight stomach Ali didn't had any choice but to succumb to his rudeness.

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The Doberman went on his way like nothing ever happened, he chatted with ladies, trying to find one drunk enough to let him hit, though he wasn't as lucky. So instead he went outside where he sat beside a stone wall, hidden by darkness, then started fucking his own bloated belly, using his hands to push his gut down enough for his tip to reach, before starting humping like crazy. His frantic movement kept on squeezing his stomach, crushing Ali inside over and over, until he could feel himself break apart. Everything started to hurt, yet he could still feel something long and hard, stabbing his butt inside the stomach, though he was far too preoccupied dealing with the massive pain, to wonder what it was.

The Doberman kept on humping until he cummed all over his own belly, then collapsed exhausted in the middle of the alleyway, crushing the swollen stomach under his weight, while he planned to sleep. Snors and gurgles started to overtake to quiet alleyway as the Doberman slept as his meal broke apart inside him and turned into mush. When morning came, the Doberman woke up feeling worse than ever. Looking down at his body, he saw some couple of pounds sticking by his stomach, while a lot more took residency on his ass, that grown to such a size that his pants couldn't fit on anymore. Annoyed, he cursed whoever he ate, and said that they were all that good anyway, before getting up and walking home, butt bare naked.

The Husky, the one task to take care of the prince had no idea what happened, there was no signs of digestion on his body, meaning something else must have happened to the prince. He went to the castle to explain to the Jackal and ask for her help, only for her to deny, and said that it meant that the prince failed his trial, and whatever happened to him doesn't matter anymore. The next day, a royal came with an incredibly bigger butt. Some asked who he ate, and how much, but he never answered.