Spike the Labrador

Ali stared deep at the open muzzle of the Doberman, he could tell that he was just eager to have him as his lunch. As he looked over to Spike, he could tell that the Labrador wasn't going to help, not after he agreed that he's better as lunch than anything else, his cheeks were quite red, he probably wanted to indulge on Ali as well, but was too ashamed to fight for him. So Ali offered himself to it.

„I'll let Spike eat me.” Ali told the two of them. „At least then I know that I didn't go out completely wasted.”

The Doberman closed his muzzle, not at all angry, or bothered, but having a big grin on his face. „Well, you heard the boy Spike. Eat him.”

Ali looked back at the Labrador who was looking down at him with blushing red, but with hunger in his eyes, his tail wagging quite fast behind him. Surprisingly he didn't waste in reassuring Ali, instead he immediately grabbed him by his sides and pulled him to his open muzzle. Without hesitation, Spike shoved Ali's entire head into his mouth, his tongue wrapped around his head very hard, before pulling him down his throat, a small bulge forming on his neck. Ali began to struggle, not expecting Spike to actually eat him so fast, his legs kicked the air outside frantically without any success besides making the Doberman burst out laughing.

Spike shoved Ali further down his throat, shoving his entire chest down his gullet, starting on his butt and wiggling legs. His head had already reached his destination, the stomach of the Labrador was quite small, and empty as the Doberman said. He was shoved into the slimy, flesh walls and forced to compact himself together as more of his body quickly entered. Spike was already with his little toes on his tongue wiggling around, he closed his muzzle, sealing the last strand of Ali inside before swallowing one last time, and letting his legs rejoin with the rest of him inside his stomach. Fully inside, Ali's body was incredibly hard squished together, forced into a fatal position that he could barely wiggle out of, the walls of the stomach preventing him from making any movement.

Spike sat back down on the bench of the sauna, tongue sticking out his mouth, while his belly had grown huge, with a swollen round bulge that barely had the outline of the person he swallowed.

„You know... I didn't hear of no new recruits since now.” The Doberman said, pressing one of his fingers on the Labrador's swollen belly.

„Me neither.” Spike admitted.

„Guess it doesn't matter now.” The Doberman grinned, moving his hands across Spike's heavy gut.

Ali couldn't really understand what those two spoke outside, the walls of the stomach were too thick to allow much noise to be heard, plus there was another loud noise deafening everything else. He could feel the hands of the Doberman and Spike pressing against his prison, either checking on him or mocking him. It didn't really matter anymore, Ali was food now, and by the loud gurgles and groans his humid cavity made, he didn't think he'll be around for much longer to experience it fully. The temperature was already incredibly high, probably three times higher than the sauna's. Ali had trouble breathing, he was compressed too tightly for his chest to have any space to take air, and there was quite a lack of air inside the stomach. It was mostly replaced with a thick smell of already digested meals, and rising digestive acid.

The young prince, now agreed to be a meal to his guard Labrador, decided not to wiggle around or make any more fuss, and instead stay put and not be a bother anymore. It's not like he'll get out of there alive.

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The Labrador and the Doberman kept chatting with one another, now having a completely new subject to talk about, while Ali's body melts inside the Labrador. While the two were talking, the Doberman couldn't help himself but occasionally poke the swollen gut of his partner, much to the Labrador's displeasure. They didn't spend as much time as one wished together, when Spike's belly began gurgling too loud for him to ignore, he decided to leave the sauna and go somewhere more private. Normally, he wouldn't be so bothered by his belly digesting prey, neither did the rest of the world, but now felt different, it had inside him, someone he almost considered a friend. His hands touched his belly, it was quite sloshy inside, probably too late to save Ali. So he went to his room, where he dropped the towel he held on this entire time, and laid in his bed,
First, he laid on his stomach, crushing Ali's weak form in the process, then he laid on his side, moving one of his palms across his softened gut. He could still feel some bones around, he sighed a little saddened, then closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, hoping to forget the one he digested. During the night, the Labrador snored the entire time, almost completely overtaking the noise of his belly gurgling his dinner.

When morning came Spike yawned awake, before getting off the bed. He went to grab some fresh clothes to start his day, but stopped once he noticed his underwear not fitting on his butt anymore. Finally remembering what happened last night, his eyes drifted immediately at his posterior, who had grown significantly bigger. His belly was completely flat, with his abs covering any trace of having digested some yesterday, while his butt seemed to have gained almost all the fat from his prey. Yesterday his butt was firm, and an average size, but today it was huge, and completely soft and filled with fat. Some would even consider his butt a huge dump truck.

With nothing to present himself to the prince, the Labrador went to the king to explain his situation, and ask for the day off to buy some new pants that could cover his new assets. The king somehow agreed, and even congratulated the Labrador for his achievement. He further told him to take the whole week off, as next week he'll be assigned a new role with a way bigger pay check. Labrador happily accepted the king's proposition, and waddled off his courtroom, while his butt cheeks bounced behind him, slapping with one another.