Drago For Dinner: Part 2 (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

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Drago was snoozing away inside of your stomach . . . when, suddenly, a hot substance started to drip on him, waking him up.  “Huh?” he muttered, sitting up as best he could and yawning.  “Hey, can you turn off that fluid?  I’m trying to nap, burrrn.”

You smirk and giggle.  “Oh Drago,” you say calmly.  “That’s digestive fluid.”

“Can’t you turn it off?” the alligator asks.

“I’m not going to,” you say triumphantly.  “I want you to digest in there!  Te-he~!”

Now Drago is fully awake.  “What?!” he screeches.  “I-I don’t want to digest!  Can’t you let me out?”

“Not a chance,” you reply.  “The prey is caught and eaten.  Now it just has to be broken down into chyme.”

Drago gulps--he doesn’t want to be chyme!  He opens his mouth to plead his case again, but at that moment more fluid starts dripping down on him, making him cry out in pain.  It digs into his scaly skin, and starts to break him down.

“HELP!” the alligator screams, banging his fists against the walls of the stomach.  “I-I’M BEING DIGESTED!  SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

You laugh.  “Oh Drago,” you say, smacking your big gut and causing the whole place to jostle inside, “nobody can hear you but me--we’re in my house, after all.  I admire the passion though--and thanks for the belly massage!”

A chill runs down the alligator’s spine.  “S-So all along,” he says, cringing as more digestive acids drip on his body, and start pooling at the bottom of the belly, “you just wanted to eat and digest me?”

“Yep,” you reply evilly.  You lick your lips.  “You were such a tasty morsel.  I’d enjoy you again if I could.  But all food has to be digested sometime.  And you’re nothing but food now.”

Drago gulps.  He continues banging his hands against the walls of your gut, and kicking as best he can in the small space.  But the liquids only continue to drip down, and they’re gathering at the bottom of the stomach at a rapid pace. . .

“Did you target me?” Drago asks.  “As your meal?”

“Oh yes,” you reply, giggling.  “I’ve had my eye on you for quite a while now--from the moment I met you, you looked like such a delicious piece of food.  And so I finally grabbed my opportunity and ate you, my tasty treat.”  You slap your stomach again, making fluids splash on the alligator.  He cries out in pain.  ‘And now you’re digesting, just as planned.”

He gulps.  “So you envisioned this from the moment you met me?”

“Exactly,” you tell him, burping.  “All along, I saw you as my little morsel.  And now, here you are.”

More stomach acids drip down onto the alligator, and he screams and cries as the digestive process threatens to break him.  By now, the pool of fluids is up to his chest, and still rising.  And he’s starting to feel woozy. . .

You can tell he’s getting tired in there.  “Looks like this is it,” you say to the alligator.  “Goodbye, my little meal.  It was a pleasure eating you.”

Drago can’t respond; at this point, he’s in too much pain.  A moment later, he finally loses consciousness, and the stomach starts to truly get to work.

You smile and pat your big belly.  “Such a tasty treat,” you say, laughing.  “He never knew what was coming.

You settle in for a long night of digesting.