It's another warm day on the island of Port Critter Cove. Stepping out of your home, you're greeted by the radiant sun and the scent of saltwater in the air. The distant sound of waves on the shore makes you smile – It's such a peaceful ambiance that seems to promise a lovely day.
Before you can take another step, though, you're approached by one of your neighbors – A purple anthropomorphic housecat with white markings on his fur. This is Sammi, and while he's normally a relaxed and happy-go-lucky feline, it seems something is troubling him as he waves at you to get your attention.
Concerned for him, you approach and ask if he's alright.
"Whiskers… You gotta help!"
The cat anxiously shivers, rapidly stepping from one foot to the other as his large green eyes look past his little pink nose toward you.
"I'm so hungry I feel faint… I think I'm seeing stars… I'll pass out any minute…"
You look around, your concerned expression lowering. You know what's coming, but you don't have anything to offer beyond some berries, which you know he strongly dislikes. You were planning to forage for some supplies yourself soon.
But Sammi cuts you off before you can say anything. "I'm too hungry to think clearly! What do I do?! Please, quick!"
With a sigh, you tell him you can't help right this moment, but that-
"What? But… But you always help me!"
The cat pleads, looking almost desperate. "You have to have something!"
You pause, looking at him. He loves meat, but you don't have any. All you have are those berries. You try to offer those, figuring that if he's truly this hungry, he won't be too picky.
"Blush berries?" Sammi actually stops his worry-dance as his tone drops from worried to disgusted, sounding and looking borderline insulted at the offer. "Ugh… I legitimately would rather starve than eat something yucky like that… Are you sure you don't have anything tasty? Or even neutral?"
You affirm that you do not.
"Bleh… I think I can make it to a drumstick stalk… Unless…"
The cat's voice trails off as he says this, those green eyes once again looking at you. But this time, they grow narrow. Unsettlingly so.
You take a half-step back. And Sammi takes a full step closer to you.
"Silly me… There's some tasty meat here after all!"
You take another step back, only to trip and fall on your rump. The cat steps up to you, looming over.
"Sorry about this… I'm just too hungry, and, well… You're the only one who can help me! And I know you will, one way or another…"
Sammi grins, grabbing you under your arms and lifting you up; his grip is surprisingly strong, keeping you from making any effective struggles. He licks his lips, chuckling softly.
"Okay, down the hatch!"
Your eyes widen as he opens his mouth in front of you, treating you to a close-up view of his slick maw, his rippling tongue, his ridged palate, his soft velum, and his pulsing gullet behind his dangling uvula. You squirm in his hold, unable to break free, as he exhales a huff of warm cat breath in your face.
Then, he pushes you forward.
Warm, wet flesh surrounds your head as Sammi brings you face-first into his mouth, his cheeks stretching out to accommodate you. He breathes through his nose as his scratchy tongue drags against your chin, stroking against you to take in your flavors.
"Mmmh…"
Evidently, he likes your taste!
You hear a groaning rumble below, the cat's stomach reacting to the flavorful food in his mouth, demanding to be filled with the tasty meat he apparently sees you as. And Sammi doesn't deny his belly's wishes, as a firm Gllk fills your ears, your head being pulled forward and down into his esophagus with that strong swallow!
His paws keep you from struggling too much as he engulfs your shoulders and chest, gulping smoothly to send you deeper into his body! The esophageal muscles squeeze and ripple around your head as you descend, pulling powerfully on you with their firm grip, ensuring you don't go anywhere but toward his waiting tummy.
Sammi isn't wasting time with you; swallowing rapidly, you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper with every passing second. Your chest disappears past his lips, followed by your belly, then your waist, leaving only your legs outside of him!
Your descent pauses as your face presses against a tight ring of muscle – His esophageal sphincter. It holds tight for a few seconds before gradually relaxing, causing your head to squish into his stomach and the rest of your body to slide in as well! You're (somehow) able to see the folded rugae shifting about in the empty-except-for-you chamber, and it's clear the organ is eager to digest the food that's entering it!
You weakly kick your legs as they get slurped up, but Sammi just chuckles, bringing them into his mouth and closing it behind them. He licks over the last of you before taking one last deep Glllp to send you all the way to his belly! The cardia squelches shut behind your feet, trapping you completely inside!
You're forced to curl up snugly within the digestive chamber, which has stretched quite a bit to hold you. It's hard to tell what position you're in, but judging by the way gravity seems to be pulling toward your head, you guess you're in the fetal position and mostly upside-down. Groans and gurgles surround you, the belly starting to get to work on you already.
And faintly, you can just make out the voice of Sammi as he pats his gut, no doubt bulging out quite a lot with you inside!
"Ooohhh… That really hit the spot." He chuckles, letting out a contented sigh. "There's just something about meat that really satisfies…"
You try to struggle, but there's barely any room to do so much as wiggle, much less put up any real resistance. The belly is squeezing you tightly and kneading firmly, working the growing level of digestive fluids against you!
A warm tingle spreads through your body as you start to soften, the cat's stomach eagerly working to break you down. Sammi may have been exaggerating his condition, but it's clear he was indeed quite hungry – His belly is wasting no time in digesting you!
You feel a whoosh of air exiting the stomach, followed by a crass Boouurrp![/i] The fluids rise to cover you, and you struggle as hard as you can (which admittedly isn't much). But all your efforts accomplish is eliciting some contented purrs from your predator, evidently enjoying your wiggles!
The lack of air and the relentless churning soon get to you, though, and you feel yourself falling still, your mind fading out as you succumb to digestion. The last sound you hear is a particularly loud gurgle in your ears, just before you go limp, melting away like the tasty meat you were for the hungry cat.
