Stay outside. (Hard digestion)

Vector moaned deeply, a sound of pure satisfaction as he dragged his thick claws in lazy circles across his belly. Beneath the firm scales, his gut shifted and gurgled, the shape of a squirming little bunny squeezed tightly inside. He could feel every flutter of movement, every **** little kick, every scream that vibrated beautifully through his gut and ribs and down into his cock. It was heavenly. He leaned his head back, tongue lazily licking across his lips as his eyes still narrowed to slits. The thrill of his hunt still coursing through him... He had no regret. He felt no remorse. No guilt. The predator got its prey.

Cream was his.... and she was delicious.

He glanced back t the door, his lovely MILF girlfriend inside still cooking. He wasn’t stupid. He knew he couldn’t just walk back inside like this, not with his belly bloated, sloshing, very obviously full with the living outline of Vanilla’s daughter. He had.... Work off his meal a little bit.

She had expected him to distract Cream for a while. Keep her busy while she finished cooking and prepping the food... that worked in his favor now. Plenty of time... right? Vector’s head turned toward the porch swing. He grinned, licking his sharp teeth as he strutted toward it. With every step, his belly shifted and jiggled, the faint outline of Cream’s curled up form twitching beneath the surface. His towel slipped from his hips and dropped to the porch, his massive green cock bobbed free, sticky with drying cum from earlier, hardening again as he lowered himself into the swing. The wood creaked beneath his weight. His impressive crocodile shaft exposed to anybody driving by that may glance over at the big predator on the porch. and right now he didn't care one bit.

He sat back, leaned deep into the swing, spread his legs, and began to rock. One hand rested atop his heaving, round gut, the other absently stroking his growing erection, fingers slick from the sweat and drool coating his scaled belly. The swaying helping with digestion. He glanced up and spotted Cheddar, Cream's pet, out in the yard.

The dog sat outside his house, staring at him. At the swing. At the enormous, living belly now wriggling with Cream’s panicked movements. Cheddar's tail wagged lightly, nervously and as he stared confused. He had seen the whole thing from his little doghouse.

Vector’s grin widened. “Sorry, boy…” he growled, dragging a claw slowly across his gut as it gurgled loudly beneath him. “She’s mine now.” Then he leaned back. And the digestion began.

Inside the boiling hell of Vector’s stomach, Cream screamed. Her little body thrashed against the walls, her fingers scraping at the tight, slimy flesh, her feet kicking, slipping through the thick acid pooling around her legs. Her fur was the first to go. Slowly, it began to bleach white and ghostly before burning away entirely. It fell off in clumps, swirling in the bubbling pool of acid below, exposing her pink, **** skin beneath. Red splotches bloomed across her thighs, her ass, her belly... angry burns that spread upward, deeper, gnawing into her skin like fire.

She tried to scream again, but the fumes burned her throat, every gasp pulling hot, sour air deep into her lungs. She curled up tighter, sobbing, her tears sizzling off her face before they could even fall. Then her feet went numb and she lost all feeling in her toes. She looked down and watched as the bones began to show, slick and shining through melted flesh. Her fingers soon followed, dissolving to the knuckles as the acids climbed her arms.

“V-Vect—aaah! M-Mommy!!” she sobbed, voice raw, faint and broken. But all that met her were the groans and gurgles of the belly flesh around her squeezed little body. The acids licked up her legs, searing her pussy, sliding inside her, filling her slit and her ass with burning heat. She arched her back, writhing violently as she was burning from the inside out now as well as the outside.

Her stomach peeled next. flesh melting like butter, her belly bubbling, organs liquefying as they cooked beneath her skin. Her nipples fell off in slick chunks, revealing raw red tissue beneath, boiling as the juices around her rose to her chest. The light around her slowly faded as her eyes melted from their sockets. She began to gasp for air as her lungs filled with acid.

She twitched, flinched and tried to take a last gasp as she slowly faded. Her mind melting as acid crept up into her skull from her exposed throat. Cream ceased to exist.

Vector let out a long, low belch. His hand slid across his now softer, rounder belly. It was still bloated, but the shape had changed. No more kicking. No more screams. Just a slow churn beneath his scales, soft and steady, processing what was left. “Damn… that's good~” he exhaled, cock twitching in his grip as he felt her slowly stop moving inside. His belly gurgled in appreciation, louder now, as the acids did their work.

He closed his eyes again, licking his lips as he started to drift off to sleep. He'd be digesting this delicious meat for a while. and the bones....

The path I'm writing here continues with Vanilla waking him up with a blow job. but I'm also leaving it open here if anybody wants to continue the story from here in a different way.