Getting Eaten by Isabelle: Part 1 (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

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“You want me to . . . eat you?”

You are sitting across from Isabelle in her bedroom, and for once, she looks flabbergasted.  “I don’t know about that, mayor!” she stammers, blushing bright red.  “I-I mean, you do look tasty, but--”

“Oh, I look tasty, do I?” you tease.  Isabelle nods, and you smile.  “Then why don’t you have a taste?  One sampling couldn’t hurt, now could it?”

You hold out your arm, which Isabelle hesitantly grabs.  The dog starts to drool, and then, she leans down and licks your arm.

You feel her tongue lapping you up, sticking briefly to your skin as Isabelle performs her taste test.  When she is done, the dog looks up, and she’s drooling even more now.  “Goodness,” she says, blushing again.  “You certainly are delicious. . .”

“Then eat me,” you urge her, leaning your head forward.  “Go on.  Do it.”

Isabelle thinks for a moment.  Then, she nods.  She grabs your head with both hands, and before you can react, you are shoved inside of her mouth.  Thus, the feeding begins.

Your head is licked up like a lollipop as Isabelle savors you, her prey.  “Mmm,” sounds echo around the mouth, and she says, “You’re so tasty. . . I have to have you. . .!”

A /gulp/ sends you down her throat, and you find your head stuck in a cylindrical tube.  It’s so tight, you couldn’t get out of here even if you wanted to--not that you /do/ want to.  You want nothing more than to be food for this beautiful dog.

She licks up your neck, then your chest, and both are sent down her throat.  When she reaches your midsection, you reach your destination.

Your head pops into an open space, one that’s not squeezing around you constantly, and you breathe a sigh of relief.  Then you hear grunts and growls around you, and the smell of acid hits your nose.  Looking around, you see bright red walls absolutely dripping with digestive fluids--you know exactly where you are: Isabelle’s stomach.

You wiggle and writhe, wanting more of you inside of this space, and Isabelle laughs.  “So eager,” she teases.  “Well, I want to have you inside of me too, so I guess I can’t blame you.  Down the hatch!”

And so more of you is gulped down, sent falling into Isabelle’s beautiful belly.  Soon you’re filling up the space and making it stretch out, and by the time the dog gulps down your feet, her stomach is absolutely enormous.

Isabelle lets out a /buuuurp/ and pats her distended gut.  “Mmm, you were soooo delicious mayor!” she exclaims.  “Definitely the best food I’ve ever eaten.”

Now you’re the one who’s blushing.  The stomach growls and groans around you, squeezing in on your body, and you can’t help but think about what your fate will be. . .