Rocky's belly

„There's no way I'm letting you sit on me!” Ian exclaimed, disgusted by that idea. „I'd rather be eaten than have your sweaty ass on my face!”

„Well... Okay.” Rocky dropped his weights, before lunging forward at the kitty.

He grabbed Ian by his side, pinning his arms in the process, opened his muzzle wide open and shoved his head in, before he could whine or scream against. The masculine German Shepherd swallowed rapidly, with fast powerful gulps. Ian's struggling body quickly slid down the Shepard's throat, and into his stomach, forming a significant rounded bulge on his belly. The kitty was **** into an incredible tight, humid and hot place, he was squished together into an incredible uncomfortable position, barely being able to move because of the tightness of the stomach walls. Still, he tried to struggle, outside Rocky saw his outline wiggle inside his gut.

The German Shepherd patted his gut. „Sorry, pal. There's no going back now. So try and rel- Bwwwuuuaaarrppp!” He burped loudly, contracting his stomach on the poor kitty.

Rocky didn't try to continue his sentence, no point to it anymore. He sat back on his bench, and grabbed his weights again, restarted his work-out, while his gut bulged with Ian's struggling body. As much as he tried to kick, struggle or scream, the German Shepherd didn't pay attention to it anymore. Ian was now his meal, and nothing more. Rocky continued his work-out, while his gut began to gurgle and groan, slowly beginning the process of digesting his prey. His already hot stomach began to heat up even higher, slowly filling with boiling hot digestive acid, submerging Ian's entire body, before starting to melt him down into mush and pudge.

Ian grew tired quickly, his body getting too weak to move. He remained limb, his mind slowly starting to slip off, as his body was already getting broken apart. Within an hour of trying to remain awake, Ian succumbed to the Shepard belly and fainted, with no future in sight of when he'll wake up again.

Rocky continued his work-out, unbothered by the slowly melting cat inside his gut. His mind didn't think about Ian at all, instead he thought about what he'll do after the work-out, since he already ate, he considered taking a nap. While he continued his work-out for the next couple of hours, Ian's outline on his belly disappeared, and his gut slowly shrunk. Not fully, a layer of fat seemed to have stuck around his belly, while more seemed to have settled on his rear.

*End: Digested by Rocky*