„I wouldn't mind.”

„I wouldn't mind...” Ian tried to mimic Rocky's joking tone.

The German Shepherd looked down at the kitty surprised, his mind confused on whether Ian was joking or not. He spoke like he was joking, but he wasn't so sure. I mean, maybe this way of him saying that he wants to be his meal, it's not the first time that has happened, plus he couldn't lie that he would absolutely adore having such a tasty kitty as a snack for the gym. Rocky smiled, and nodded, looking like he understood Ian's intentions.

Their conversation seemed to have ended at Ian's stupid comment, they both walked to the college's gym, and entered the changing room. Ian didn't have any spare clothes, so he remained in his usuals, while watching Rocky undress. The German Shepherd took off his shirt in front of the kitty, showing him his well built chest and big muscles on his arms, before doing the same with his pants as well, leaving himself wearing only his tight boxers, that seemed to be hiding quite a beast. Ian was blushing at the sight before him, he wasn't so much into males, but seeing such a well built canine almost naked, made him wondered how it feels to get orally fucked by such a beast. As Ian was fantasizing, Rocky came closer to him, grabbed him by his side, and brought his face closer to his muzzle. He looked at the cat for any sign of fear, but Ian still had his mind busy thinking dirty. Rocky came to the conclusion that the white cat wanted to be his gym meal, so he began devouring him right there and then.

The German Shepherd opened his muzzle as wide as possible, letting Ian stare down his dark, humid throat for a second, letting his not so pleasant breath wash over the kitty's face. The horrible smell finally brought him out of his daydream, and he realized what was about to happen. Before he could scream at the Shepard to stop, his entire head was shoved inside the canine's mouth, his scream coming out as muffled whine. Rocky wasn't going slow with Ian, he immediately pushed the rest of his body in. With a few powerful gulps, Ian's head was halfway through Rocky's tight throat, while his fluffy butt sat on his tongue. His legs began kicking outside, wiggling out of desperation, but it was far too late for him. Rocky swallowed the rest of him easily, sending his entire body down his humid throat, stopping in his tight stomach, where he was **** to curl up unbearably tight.

„Bwuuarrp! Oh, god!” Rocky exclaimed, petting his swollen belly proudly. „That sure hits the spot! Thanks pal."

Ian could barely hear him, everything was deafened by the sound of Rocky's system, and the thick walls of the stomach. He tried to scream at Rocky, to tell him that he misunderstood what he said earlier, but all his shouts came out as muffled whines. Which Rocky was used to, so he didn't put much mind to it, and began working out while his delicious meal digests.

The poor kitty screams were left unheard, he couldn't struggle either, Rocky's stomach was too small, and the walls were too thick to allow him any kind of movement. He could wiggle a little, reposition himself and get comfortable before getting digested, which he had no other choice but to do. He put his ear to the stomach walls, tried to listen to what was happening outside, he could tell that the German shepherd was lifting weights, doing what he'd said he'll do while he melts. Truthfully, he wasn't as scared as he thought he would be, he was more disappointed in himself and the joke he made, that brought him in this situation. The only good thing he could think of was that he'll be a part of a muscular body, for a few days at least.

Rocky the German Shepherd continued his work-out, his belly kept on gurgling and processing his hefty protein bar. Ian was slowly submerged in digestive acid, he slowly felt his own body getting broken apart, and turned into a soft mush, right before him. He felt an incredible pain while his body was getting digested, but as much as he banged on the stomach walls, nothing could have saved him. Three whole hours he spent feeling his body turn to pudge, before finally losing consciousness, and succumbing to Rocky's belly. The Shepard didn't even realise when Ian had perished, he was too focused on his work-out to notice. For another few hours, his belly got softer and softer, until it became completely round, and slowly shrunk.

Rocky only noticed that his meal was almost done digesting, when he was putting his regular clothes back on. His shirt could easily hide the small pudge left behind on his belly, but surprisingly, his tight pants were struggling to fit on his fattened ass.

*End: Digested by Rocky*