”Nope! I said that I think I'm too large for you to safely eat me – not that you actually listen to such things! Should have guessed you'd take it as a challenge~”, a muffled voice protests from within her, causing her to swivel her large ears towards it while her entire body is jolted by random kicking which makes definite paw shapes appear on her cream-coloured underbelly.
Feligris belches as her stomach contents stir in such vigorous manner and promptly covers her muzzle coyly, patting the vague shape in her swollen belly firmly. ”You expected something else, doggo? Of course I had to eat you because we can't have dogs making such statements in impunity – and you fit in there very nicely so I'd say you were wrong.”, she retorts and starts to purr softly as the writhing inside her continues, her body following the motions of her prey while her quivering tail slowly rises high in the air.
”Oh, aren't you being so high and mighty pred right now! I'd say that you only barely managed it, and I'm not feeling like I'm fitting here either – packed too tightly and there's so much tension against my paws that I think I'm going to burst you if I kick some more~”, Fhaalen grumbles as he keeps shoving against the pliable slimy walls which ripple around him in the humid darkness where the feline's breathing and heartbeats echo around him constantly, the level of the tingly stomach acid around him slowly rising.
At first there's no reaction from Feligris as she purrs increasingly loudly until her entire body vibrates slightly, her hands teasing her prey by reaching down to dig into the bulges Fhaalen makes while her large paws knead her massive belly all over like dough. ”Sour grapes and all that, I say – just be a good doggo and wait to be turned into milk and some body fat, shouldn't take too long!”, she laughs heartily before settling down to wait for digestion to set in, tormenting her prey in the meantime.
Roughly a week later Feligris is forced to begrudgingly admit that Fhaalen had been right – devouring the dog-taur had been the easy part, holding him inside her overly distended stomach was the hard part after all. At first it had not been too bad apart from the extreme stuffed sensation but gradually the aching from the strain on her stomach lining and the bruising from the dog-taur's frustrated struggles had mounted, leading to the need to soothe the worsening agony with water and more food.
Which in turn had kept her belly permanently swollen despite how Fhaalen's fighting spirit had slowly faded in the days after she had ingested her, his motions mere erratic twitching on the fifth day with nothing after that. Her stomach pains had not gotten any better however, in fact she'd been left practically immobile as the sickly feeling from trying to move her incessantly churning and gurgling belly further than the kitchen, had convinced her to simply lie down on her side and wait.
Though laying down doesn't help with the worrisome notion of how she feel that she has exceeded the abilities of her digestive system, due to how her belly feels like it has been literally ballooning and tightening over the past two days – especially because her appetite has hardly been satisfied and she has been adding more to the mass which stirs uncomfortably inside her bloated stomach. Her nervousness mounts at the same rate as putrefaction gases inside her guts build up, her tauric midsection eventually taut as a drum and totally smooth like a cream-furred oblong balloon.
”Mreowww… fuck, nothing's coming out from either end, going to pop at this rate… dumb dog's not digesting fast enough! And he must be blocking everything as well~”, she groans after yet another failed attempt to belch to relieve the excruciating pressure, her fingers tapping against the tight hide of her underbelly, tweaking a teat here and there as she tries to distract herself from the looming grisly fate. ”Gy-gyaah, somethings going to rupture soon…!”, she gasps as yet another burning sting radiates deep within her guts.
Hours pass slowly and the inflation of her digestive track continues relentlessly, a widening dark stretch mark spanning from between her forelegs all the way to her crotch, the throbbing caused by the perilous tension making her writhe and hiss constantly… her jaws clenching and paws curling when gas moves in her agonizingly swollen intestines and her stomach roils audibly. ”Co-come on, a little more stretch...”, she grunts with her eyes closed as the stinging of her stomach lining abruptly spikes, her entire body trembling – but the end comes unexpectedly when her entire underbelly splits open in an eyeblink along the line of the stretchmark with a nasty wet rip. By the time her brain registers the torturous agony of her skin tearing, her pulsing gas-distended viscera is already spilling out all over the floor… and without the support of her hide and membranes, her enormous bulging stomach burts with a SPLURT to dump Fhaalen's grisly half-digested remains over everything. Overwhelmed by the massive surge of pain and adrenaline, Feligris gives the messy pile of her own innards a shocked look and gasps before falling mercifully unconscious while parts of her bulging intestinal coils keep springing random leaks...
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