Rattling away in a spaceship in deep space, lightyears away from home, Wolfie woke up confused, disoriented and with a terrible headache. He did remember wandering into an old, abandoned-looking spaceship while exploring a strange structure on the countryside, and he may have fallen asleep at one point, but no one told him that the ship would actually take off! But when he looked out of the window, it was obvious: the stars, planets and asteroids were racing by at a dizzying speed, and he had no idea where he was heading, or who was in control of this crazy spacecraft.


He crawled out from beneath the pile of trash where he had his little nap and set out to find anyone to ask them what it would take to bring him back to earth. There seemed to be some kind of an artificial gravity system in place, so he wasn’t floating, but it still took a little while to get used to the unique physics on the ship. He almost fell over a good couple of times until he finally managed to stumble over to the metal door and turn the wheel knob upon it to get out of the trash collecting room he’d made his hideout in.


“Is anyone there?” He called out cautiously as he made his way along the tight corridor, holding onto the handrails on both sides. He hoped that whoever owned this spaceship came in peace and he wouldn’t end up as an alien’s exotic pet… Or worse, his dinner. Still, the only chance he had at ever seeing the earth again was by asking for help, so he wasn’t left with much of a choice.


“A stowaway? On MY ship?” A raspy, hoarse voice yelled at the wolf from behind, who froze in fear for a second before slowly turning back to see who noticed him. What he saw was not quite the lanky, slimy type of alien that pop culture popularized, but it definitely wasn’t a human either; of all things, it reminded him of a bird.


Two piercing, white eyes stared down at him, that were sitting on top of a large, hooked beak. The black, bird-like creature wore a shiny yellow space suit that was held together by a tight leather belt, but even so, it struggled to hold in the massive belly of the astronaut, whose proportions looked pretty comical and cartoonish because of his small head and massive, bloated stomach. Wolfie stood intimidated in front of the creature who was nearly twice as tall as him, but also held a strange hook-ended gun in his hand for good measure.


“I-I am so sorry, I somehow wandered in here and fell asleep…” The wolf stuttered, wanting to back away but his legs simply refused to move. As intimidated as he was, he also couldn’t deny that he found the big, round belly quite attractive… It was probably big enough for him to fit in, he thought. “Is there a-any chance that you’ll be returning to Earth… Anytime soon?”


The alien’s eyes sparked up for a second as he saw an opportunity for good fun with the small, trembling wolf. He was naive, slightly chubby, and most importantly, quite delicious looking. But he had a habit of playing with his food, so he decided to have a little fun first, before digging in.


“Earth? Hah!” The creature cackled, his belly jumping up and down as he did, even forming slight waves on the top. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m the legendary Psy-Crow, and my ship is not an intergalactic taxi! Maybe you shouldn’t have trespassed onto property that’s not yours, hm? Have you ever thought about that?”


“I am so, so sorry, great Psy-Crow…” Wolfie got down on his knees, trying to appease the bird’s ego to get his way. “If I’d known that this magnificent ship belonged to you, I never would have set foot upon it! But I beg of you, please return me to my family!”


“Huh, I’m not used to people falling on their knees before me, but it’s a welcomed gesture…” Psy-Crow muttered, before quickly correcting himself. “I-I mean, everyone falls to his knees upon seeing me, you should’ve done that the moment you saw me! And what are you blushing so hard about anyway?”


“Oh, I just… I just found your belly quite attractive, great Psy-Crow!” Wolfie replied, immediately regretting what he said. It was the truth, he found the large belly pretty nice, but he didn’t realize how weird it sounded until he actually said it out loud, making him blush even harder.


“Well, if you want a taste of my belly…” The ego-drunk crow chuckled, taking off his tight belt and his spacesuit, letting his stomach droop even lower now that there was nothing holding it in. “Why don’t you go ahead and worship it?”


“Oh, I’m so honored by the chance!” Wolfie said with an ecstatic tone, immediately scooting closer and burying his face in the fat belly, hugging it with his arms, even though it was so thick, that he couldn’t even touch his hands together at the other end. “I can’t believe the merciful Psy-Crow is letting me admire his belly!”


“That’s right!” The crow agreed, before a loud gurgle broke up from the depths of his stomach. It vibrated his entire belly, and even startled the wolf a little bit, whose face was buried deep in the fat rolls of the stomach. “And I haven’t eaten in hours! I would speculate that maybe a rowdy little stowaway ate all my snacks and leftovers that I had on the ship!”


“Oh no, no, I haven’t eaten anything!” Wolfie replied, shaking his head in a panic. He really hadn’t eaten anything from the ship, but a bad feeling swept over him as he realized what the crow might have been hinting at. “I’m all skin and bones! I bet my family’s waiting for me on Earth with a good dinner! Maybe they could give you something too!”


“Nice try stowaway, but I think your mouth would be more useful if you’d be licking my belly button, instead of crying and complaining!” Psy-Crow groaned, grabbing the wolf’s hair and forcing his head deep into his belly. “Work your tongue, make yourself useful!”


“Mhhm!! Mhmm…” Wolfie moaned loudly, his air being cut off completely by the fat belly. He licked with all his might, getting into every tiny crevice of the belly button with his soft, slimy tongue. He could feel the warm sweat rub off on his face, and he could hear every little gurgle inside of the stomach, turning him on so much that he felt like he couldn’t contain himself for much longer.


For brief seconds, he could snatch a little bit of air upon turning his head, but even those were just pathetic little gasps of warm, sweaty air. From time to time, he managed to throw a quick glance up at the crow, his eyes reflecting both horniness and desperation. As he was showed back again and again, he painted the bulging guts of the crow with his saliva and snot, while continuing to moan in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer to the edge simply just from the sensations. He wasn’t even touching his dick, but he could feel that it was harder than ever, leaking so much that it started to form a tiny puddle underneath the two.


“No way… Is this really happening? Oh god…” He felt his cock pulsating harder and harder, with thick precum dripping out and flowing down his length. He moaned hard into the belly and pushed himself against it even harder than the crow was holding his head… And at that moment, he knew that he was too far gone. The wolf unexpectedly shot a load of cum simply from being so intimate with such an attractive creature, painting the legs of Psy-Crow with several ribbons, and also spewing quite a lot of it on the ground. Wolfie floated in ecstasy for a few seconds as his body shot out the remainder of his seed, before suddenly realizing how much trouble he was in.


Psy-Crow pulled the wolf’s head away from his stomach as soon as he noticed the pool of cum on the floor, grinning at the stowaway, who wanted nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth in his embarrassment. Little did he know, he would soon be swallowed for real… Just not in the way that he had anticipated. “I-I’m so sorry…” He whispered, wiping off the traces of cum from his crotch in a pathetic attempt to “hide the evidence”, and starting to back away… But there was nowhere for him to run on the foreign spaceship.


“And where do you think YOU’RE going? Stop right there!” The crow commanded loudly, popping off his helmet before jumping ahead and grabbing the wolf’s arms with his hands, lifting him up like he weighed absolutely nothing. His face reflected an intimidating sense of dominance as he knew that his prey would not be able to escape his grasp, but most of all, he looked hungry. Very hungry. “It’s not polite to leave before the feast is over!”


“N-no, please! Please no!” Wolfie cried desperately as he saw the crow’s beak open up in front of him like a black hole looking to consume anything and everything in its path. The pleas of a small little stowaway wolf couldn’t stand in the way of a crow’s hunger however, who quickly stuffed the wolf head-first into his beak.


Quiet, muffled moaning and shouting for help could be heard for a little bit, while the crow pushed the entire wolf down his throat. The head slid almost effortlessly down the hatch, followed by the torso, the wide hips of the wolf, the legs, and finally the furry feet were all gobbled and pushed into the depths of the crow’s hungry stomach. It didn’t even take a full minute until he’d managed to gulp down everything, and the quiet begging was finally forever silenced the moment he closed his beak. Only the satisfied grumbling of his stomach broke the silence, thankful for the large meal.


Wolfie felt incredibly cramped and uncomfortable inside of the tight belly; it didn’t seem quite as large now, that he was actually forced to lie inside. He shifted around uncomfortably among the slimy walls and the pool of acid at the bottom, that was slowly starting to eat away at his fur and exposing his bare skin underneath. Panicking and seeing that the end was near, the consumed wolf decided that the last thing he would do was jerking himself off one last time, so he reached for his cock and started rubbing it.


He thought about how much bigger, fuller, tighter the belly looked from the outside with an entire wolf packed inside of it, and just the thought got him harder than a rock immediately. He knew that he was running out of time because his butt was already mostly dissolved in the acid, so he hurried up and started jerking even faster, taking quick breaths from the stuffy, stinky air inside of the stomach. He buried his face into the soft, slimy wall of the belly as he finally shot his load, painting a white stripe with it on the inside of the stomach that was almost immediately digested. But that wasn't everything. It must have been something with the acid, or the gasses inside… Wolfie couldn’t stop cumming. His cock kept on spewing out more and more seed, almost like it was pouring from an open tap. It pooled up beneath him and mixed with the acid, and kept on coming until the wolf’s penis was finally submersed inside of the digestive fluids.


Wolfie panted heavily, fully exhausted and slowly melting away, giving himself to be eaten by the crow, and happily thinking about the fact that his fat would be used to make that round, beautiful belly even bigger and even rounder. It was probably from the massive orgasm that he had, but a deep sense of peace and tranquility washed over him, as he let himself be completely immersed by the stomach acid.


“Well, that was a nice snack! Can’t wait for dinner!” Psy-Crow giggled as he headed back into the main deck of his ship, rubbing his stomach as he felt the remains of the wolf being completely digested by his body. After a while, he only felt the bones rattling inside, which was his cue to go to the toilet. He sat on the seat and wiggled around a little bit to let all the bones align, before pushing them all out, shitting what remained of the wolf into the toilet. 


“What a useless little creature…” He thought to himself as he pressed the flush button, and didn’t even look back as the bones were sucked out by the mechanism and shot into space, to be floating forever as a reminder not to cross the notorious Psy-Crow- especially if you look delicious, and you’re food sized.




– Alternate ending –




After consuming his snack, Psy-Crow’s belly had finally stopped rumbling, but on the other hand, something else started brewing down there. As he walked down the long corridors of his spaceship, he noticed that there was something sloshing around inside, like he was filled with a bunch of liquid. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it was, but it felt like he’d chugged several liters of water along with his snack.


Even though he had no clue what caused that feeling, he knew one thing for sure: It made him want to burp really bad. As the liquid gradually evaporated inside, it slightly inflated his belly with gas that bloated him up and begged to escape. The crow pushed gently on his stomach with his hands and let some of the gas out with a loud burp, but that was far from enough for getting all of what was stuck inside, out.


He kept repeatedly burping, each one louder than the previous. His entire stomach was reverberating, the loud burps echoing inside of the entire ship. Eventually, even some of the bones started coming out, shooting out of his open beak while he let all hell break loose. If he was down on earth, this shenanigan would have probably measured as a smaller earthquake, and it almost made the spaceship change course as the deep rumbling rattled it like a storm.


With one last, heavy burp, the biggest wolf bone had finally been shot outside, and the gas seemed to escape his system as well. “That was one hell of a meal…” He thought to himself, looking at the bones lying on the ground. He put his helmet back on and headed back to his cabin, leaving the remains of Wolfie to be picked up and disposed of by the spaceship’s cleaning system.