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Dimitri whimpered as he settled into the stomach.  His mind was racing, trying to find a way that he could get out of this horrible mess.  But he could think of nothing.

“Well,” Asthrophel said, letting out a /buuuuuurp/, “I do believe I should digest you now.”

“Digest?!” Dimitri shrieked.  The sergal scrambled around the stomach, banging against the walls as he began to panic.  “No, please don’t digest me!”

“Too late,” the god replied, licking his lips.  “I’ve already decided.”

Just like that, the stomach began to grumble, and fluid dripped down the walls, pooling at the bottom of the belly.  They stung, and Dimitri let out a cry of pain as the liquids poured and poured.  “Oh, don’t like that, prey?” Asthrophel asked sweetly.  “Too bad.  This is what you deserve.”

The gut growled, and then squeezed inwards, squishing Dimitri’s body and getting juices all over him.  The sergal screamed again as the belly’s fluids covered him, stinging more and more.  Outside, Asthrophel simply smiled.

The stomach released its food, and Dimitri breathed out a sigh of relief.  But then, it gurgled, and released more juices, filling up the pool at the bottom until it reached the sergal’s hips.  Everything that was submerged in the juices stung like crazy, and Dimitri realized that the god was digesting him alive.  He shivered in fear, and once again tried to think of a way out of this.  But deep down, he knew: there was no way he could beat a god.  Not to mention, he was feeling rather faint from all of this. . .

More and more fluids poured from the walls, and they filled up the stomach, making Dimitri scream.  The juices were up to his chest now, and everything tingled; everything hurt so much.  He could practically feel his body disintegrating inside of the juices; it was a living nightmare.

Asthrophel laughed.  He knew exactly what Dimitri was thinking and experiencing, and was thoroughly enjoying it.  “Oh dear,” he cooed.  “Looks like you’re in quite a pickle.  How will you get out of this one, mage?”

Dimitri didn’t answer.  The liquids rose one last time, reaching his neck.  This was it.  He was done.

The sergal closed his eyes, and passed out.

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When Dimitri opened his eyes, he was surprised to find he was somehow still alive.  But he couldn’t move, or feel his body.  /Where am I?/ he thought, trying to look around.  But he could only see darkness.

“You’re still in my body, little sergal.”  Asthrophel’s voice made Dimitri jump in fear.  “You’ve been digested, and have become part of the fat on my bones.”

If the sergal still had a mouth, it would have dropped open in shock.  He was sentient fat on a god’s body?  How was that possible?!

“I am a god, you silly mortal,” Asthrophel reminded him.  “I can do things that nobody can.

“Now, do you want to stay as my fat, and be part of me forever.  Think your response at me.”

/No/, Dimitri whimpered.  /No, I do not./

“Then I trust you will not use such dark magic again?”

/I won’t./

“Very well.”

Asthrophel snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Dimitri was standing in front of him.  The sergal was back in his body, back in his mortal form, no longer sentient fat.  He looked up at the god in fear.

“Depart from me,” Asthrophel said.  “And know that if you ever defy me again, you will suffer a much worse fate.”

Dimitri nodded, and then, he fled.