Stay sober

Ali shook his head, even if he wanted to see how it feels to be drunk, he didn't want to risk getting numb and letting the Husky forget about him and digest him accidentally. He kept his head high above the pool of brew and smelly liquid, eventually finding a position to get comfortable. His ear was pinned against the slimy surface of the stomach, trying to hear and understand the words coming from those around him, but not succeeding very much, it was all just loud commission and weird mumbles.

Inside the party, outside the Husky's stomach, everyone was partying, playing games, making bets, some even getting devoured in front of a cheering crowd. The Husky wasn't the only one with a big gut and someone inside, though he was the only one with a belly that wasn't gurgling and trying to get their prey on their master's ass. Not like anyone could notice his belly being practically quiet from all the noise going around him. The music was loud, and the people around him were louder. The Husky was laughing with his friend at the bar, occasionally without realising squishing his rounded belly against the table, forcing everything that was inside him to compress even further. If Ali wanted to shout at the Husky to stop, he wouldn't hear him, it was far too loud there for him to notify him, and he didn't want to hurt the Husky again if his life wasn't in danger.

Ali kept listening to the commotion going on outside while the night continued. The Husky laughed with his buddies for a long time, eventually his throat started to feel a little dry and he asked for another beer, that he chugged without thinking, then another, and another one, until his stomach was almost filled. Ali had to practically swim to keep his snout above the water. He tried to kick the walls to notify the Husky, but his kick had no effect under water. He tried to scream but no one heard him, eventually the stomach began to gurgle and the temperature rose again, he was starting to get digested again.

But not before the now drunken Husky could bust out some moves. He got off his seat, barely able to keep his legs straight, and walked into the crowd, before starting to move his body to the rhythm of the tavern's music. His gut began to sway frantically from left to right, throwing Ali around inside his belly, swishing him with the pool that quickly rose in temperature. It wasn't long before Ali's head was thrown back down into the digestive liquid, while his body began to ache from the rising pain. He didn't know what to do, the music was easily deafened by the noise of digestion, gurgles and groans overtaking any other noises. The stomach had started to squeeze him over and over powerfully, while he was getting thrown around, and the Husky partied without a care. He didn't know what to do, but he needed to do something before he ended up as mush.