A quiet day in Serenity finds you enjoying a day off from work and free from any obligations or responsibilities. You've had a nice breakfast and a relaxing shower, and now you decide to leave your home and head somewhere peaceful to enjoy some time to yourself.
What better place to do so than the public library in town?
It's a fairly short walk from your place, and you soon arrive at the familiar building you remember visiting when you were in school. It's been a fair while since you were last here, but the moment you step inside, the sights, sounds, and smells buried deep within your memory welcome you in once more, as though you're simply on another kindergarten class trip.
You head to the shelves and pick up a book that looks interesting to you, then you find a quiet spot to enjoy it. Close to the computers is a chair that will suit your needs, and you sit down in it and begin to read.
You have no awareness of how much time has passed, but after spending a few chapters lost in the pages of the book, you're brought back to the outside world as you hear a frustrated sigh nearby. Looking up, you spot a familiar face at a chair close to you – A pudgy black housecat with white-striped fur, wearing a purple t-shirt and navy-blue sweatpants, looking at a book of their own with mild annoyance. You recognize them as Lysergia! You've seen him every so often but have never spoken with him yourself, though you've heard he's quite friendly.
Deciding to be friendly yourself, you quietly ask him if everything is okay.
The feline looks over at you with his purple eyes, and he smiles softly. "Hey, sorry; I didn't mean to disturb you… I'm just having a hard time focusing, is all. It's been a stressful week, and there's a lot on my mind that I'm trying to tune out."
You nod softly, understanding his situation all too well. It's never fun when you're trying to relax but can't because you've got too much to worry about.
A faint, groaning rumble sounds out, and Ly winces in apparent discomfort. "Doesn't help that I missed lunch, too…"
Something catches your eye as he speaks – Instead of a pink mouth, like what most folks you know have, his is a deep indigo-blue. You've always been fascinated by mouths and bellies, but seeing his, you can't help but feel a deep curiosity about it. You decide to offer a distraction from whatever is troubling him by asking him about the colors.
His pointed ears perk, and a faint smile grows on his muzzle. "Oh, that? Yeah, it's natural. I'm not really sure why I'm indigo on the inside, but it's certainly unique, isn't it?"
You chuckle and nod, then ask how far the coloration goes, your curiosity only growing with every passing moment.
"All the way through, as far as I'm aware. I mean, I've never had an endoscopy done, and my food doesn't ever really give me any feedback…"
He laughs softly at his joke, and you smile as well, trying to hide your blush as you imagine what his stomach must look like from within.
Unfortunately, the mention of the word 'food' makes his stomach groan again, and he shakes his head and sighs. "Sorry – I think I'll get this book to go and grab a bite on my way home."
But before he stands, you ask him if you could provide him with something to eat.
He again perks at your offer, tilting his head. "Perhaps; what do you have?"
Blushing even deeper, you admit you don't have any food with you, but you ask him if he would perhaps like to eat you. Your curiosity has reached a peak; you're very interested to see for yourself what his belly looks like from the inside. Plus, you tell him you'd be happy to help him relax by giving him a stomach massage from within.
To your utter surprise, Ly doesn't seem put off by your offer, and he responds without any hesitation. "Heh, someone's itching to be cat food, aren't they? Well, who am I to say no to such an eager treat? Especially when you were so generous to offer…"
His eyes narrow slightly as he looks you over. "I will warn you – I'm very hungry right now. I think you look absolutely delectable and certainly quite filling, and I've got a strong craving to have you all to myself, especially now that I know you're interested."
Looking into your eyes, he continues in a low but serious tone. "Just know, once you go inside, you won't be coming back out again. I will digest you once you're in there; you'll melt away inside my belly to be absorbed as a part of my body. And being perfectly upfront with you, I'm a greedy feline; I'm not going to want to let you go once you've been turned into cat fat. I want you on my waistline, permanently, padding me out forever and ever."
Lysergia's expression remains steady as he finishes. "I'm willing to take your offer. But those are my terms. You'd make me feel amazing, getting to keep you like that, but I'll only go through with this if you're absolutely sure it's what you want."
You remain still for a few moments, just letting everything settle in. You weren't expecting him to be so casually receptive to your offer in the first place, much less respond the way he did, almost as though he had his reply planned out in advance on the off chance you'd invite him to eat you. And the response itself carried a lot of weight to it.
You mull over his terms – On the one hand, he's asking you to rest forever on his hips, at the expense of anything you had planned for the rest of your life. But on the other hand, you can't help but feel a thrill at the notion of giving yourself to the cat and letting him have you. No more work, no more bills, no more responsibilities… Plus, you know it would make him so very happy to have you.
And frankly, being digested by the feline doesn't sound like a bad way to go out.
After a bit longer to confirm with yourself that you want this, you nod your head and let him know you accept his terms, verifying with him that you want to be all his.
Ly's smile grows as he hears this, looking surprised but not entirely shocked, as if he had a feeling you'd give your consent. "You really mean it? Well, thank you, truly. I'll make sure to wear you well."
He smirks and lifts his shirt, giving his paunchy belly a squeeze. "Don't you think this looks like a good forever home for you?"
Blushing madly, you nod and agree with him.
The cat reaches into his pocket and pulls out a device that you immediately recognize as a shrink ray. He points it at you, and you're zapped to about five inches tall, your clothes falling to the floor as you land on his lap.
"Mmm, perfect snack size for me," he teases, making you shiver in excitement.
Putting away the shrink ray, the feline then carefully picks you up, bringing you close to his face. He lets out his tongue, slowly dragging it along your body, getting a taste of you – And going by how he immediately goes back for more, it seems he rather enjoys your flavors!
The tongue is surprisingly smooth as it strokes against your form, the bumpy papillae almost tickling you. Far from the rough sandpaper surface you were expecting, Ly's tongue feels more akin to a dog's or a human's – Quite a relief that you don't have to feel the abrasion of tiny, pointy barbs scratching against you!
Once he's done sampling you, he licks his lips while his belly rumbles loudly once again. "Yeah, you'll be perfect for me. This is your last chance to back out; once I put you in my mouth, I'm not stopping until I've churned you up and added you to my heft."
You nod, assuring him (and yourself) that you want this. You're ready to be a cat treat.
"Alright – Thank you again for this."
With that, he opens his mouth nice and wide in front of you, giving you a good look inside and letting you admire every detail of that indigo maw.
The cat's tongue rests behind a row of white feline teeth, the muscle quivering softly in anticipation of having you. The flesh of his cheeks is stretched out, looking like it would be spongy and springy to the touch. His rough palate is detailed with bumps and ridges, and it leads back to a softer velum near the back of his mouth. Beyond that, his uvula sways idly with every breath he takes, dangling above the rippling gullet behind his tongue. It flexes, eager to swallow the food on offer.
You shiver and lean forward, enthralled by the sight before you. And Ly doesn't keep you waiting.
Carefully, he brings you into his maw, nimbly working you past those sharp teeth and laying you on the tongue. You can feel it twitching faintly beneath you as it takes in your flavors once more. Warm, humid air wafts past you every time the cat exhales, his breath smelling faintly of strawberries.
Once you're securely within his mouth, he closes his jaws, sealing you inside.
Oddly, despite the lack of light, you can still see just fine, as though you acquired some sort of night vision. You look around the slick and fleshy cavern, admiring all the details of his mouth up close.
Lysergia's tongue lifts you upward, pinning you against his palate as it starts to drag along your form again, stroking and caressing almost sensually against you. The tip curls, lightly squishing against your chest and belly as it moves back and forth, before it curls around your form completely and squeezes you gently. Wet slurps fill your ears as his slick saliva rushes past you, utterly soaking you to your very core.
As a growing rumble reaches you from his throat, you shiver, realizing he's not just simply tasting you this time – He's savoring you, enjoying you, as thoroughly as he can, and he's purring happily from all of this!
And you're loving every moment of it just as much as he is.
His tongue soon uncurls itself from around you just before he parts his jaws while keeping his lips closed. Then, he presses you to the side, stuffing you into the pouch of his cheek. The flesh here indeed is quite supple, stretching out a decent amount to accommodate you.
The pressure drops and his cheek presses snugly against you, almost like a skintight wrapper. More saliva rushes past you as the feline begins to suck on you like a piece of hard candy. You're pinned to his teeth, unable to move beyond faint wiggles, the formerly stretchy cheek now taut against you with the suction.
This continues for a few seconds, then he parts his jaws again, only to let you rest between his back teeth. They come softly together, not enough to cause you any harm, but just enough for him to give you a few light nibbles. His gentle mastication feels oddly relaxing despite the very solid molars squeezing you with each subtle flex of his jaws. It's clear he's taking great care to ensure you do not come to harm.
At least, not until he swallows you, anyway.
And it seems that swallow is coming soon, as he works you back onto his tongue, near the back of it this time. You peer over the edge, looking into the feline's gullet as it flexes and ripples in eager anticipation of receiving you inside it.
You reach upward, giving the dangling uvula a few gentle caresses to show your willingness to continue. Of course, it's not like you have much choice in the matter anymore, but it'll no doubt be reassuring to the cat all the same that you haven't changed your mind. The fleshy bulb squishes softly in your hands, and you hear Ly chuckle quietly, amused by your actions.
The cat lets you enjoy yourself for a few moments more, but soon, you feel him tilting his head backward. You slide off the back of his tongue and fall a short distance, landing feet-first in his gullet. The muscles squeeze you snugly, holding you in place as you sink about halfway into the cat's throat in one smooth motion.
Then, a loud gllrk fills your ears as he takes a deep gulp, the tunnel tugging you sharply downward before a rolling contraction of muscle above you pushes you steadily deeper along the cat's esophagus, guiding you along with a steady wave of peristalsis.
You squirm softly in delight as those esophageal muscles grip you while squishing you deeper, the slick flesh feeling oddly nice against your form while you descend. You hear (and feel) the firm vibrations of the feline's purrs as you pass his upper chest. A moment later, the steady thumping of a heartbeat reaches you, along with the muffled whooshing of air flowing in and out of his lungs.
Part of you takes reassurance in knowing the cat seems rather healthy.
The noises drift away above you as you continue your descent, leaving you with just the sounds of slick flesh squishing past your ears for a few more seconds. But soon, your feet press against something firm and tight, which holds taut for a moment before relaxing and letting you pass. You're squeezed through the esophageal sphincter just before you drop into a chamber beyond, landing with a faint splat at the bottom.
Above you, the cardia tightens once more, trapping you entirely within Lysergia's stomach.
The first thing you notice is the fact you're still able to see just fine – And sure enough, the walls of the organ are a deep indigo as well. You press a hand against those walls, caressing the folded and rubbery flesh, as though to confirm to yourself you're really here, sealed away within the feline's belly. The stomach rumbles quietly, the walls shifting and rolling idly; not trying to digest you just yet, but merely beginning to rouse as you move around within the chamber.
At the bottom is a small pool of fluids; mostly swallowed saliva, you reckon. The folded rugae around you are slick, too, letting your hands glide easily along the surface as you continue to feel around. The air is heavy and humid, but still breathable. Much like his breath, it smells faintly of fresh strawberries – A much better option compared to an acrid miasma of stomach acid and half-digested food!
You remember your offer to give the cat a belly rub, and you chuckle softly, pressing your hands against the rubbery walls. You make small circles, showing the stomach your affections as you relax. You know you aren't getting out of this, but that's what you signed up for. And you're happy to enjoy yourself and show the feline your affections in your final moments.
You can hear Ly's purring increasing as you move around the chamber, your hands kneading and massaging the indigo flesh. It's clear he's loving every second of your massage, and that only reassures you further as you continue to give those rubs, ensuring every inch of the stomach receives your love.
The lack of fresh air does start to get to you, as does the warmth within the chamber, and after several minutes, you decide to sit down, too tired to continue. Instead, you idly caress the folded walls where you are, opting to settle in for now.
It's about now that you notice the pool of fluids has turned a deep green and has risen a fair bit, submerging your legs like a warm bath. The walls have grown more active as well, shifting and squeezing in rolling waves to shift those fluids around. But far from a powerful churning, they seem remarkably gentle with you, as if they're giving you a soothing massage in return for the one you gave them!
A chuckle escapes you at this, and you relax backward, letting the rubbery flesh cradle you. It's the most comfortable you've ever felt, and you snuggle into a particularly sizable fold, getting nice and cozy.
The ruga, in turn, holds you and softly squeezes you almost like an embrace, as if the stomach is showing its appreciation for your cooperation and willingness to let it claim you.
As the fluids continue to rise, you feel a warm tingle spreading through your legs, giving you a sensation similar to being sat close to a fire. Far from being painful, it only furthers your mind and body's state of relaxation. It feels almost like soaking in a hot tub. You place your hands in the green liquid and idly swirl it around as you drift further and further away from conscious thought.
The stomach shifts softly, and you slide deeper into the fluids, now having your entire body submerged except for your head. The tingling gradually turns to a numbness the longer you remain in the liquid, and you realize you can't feel your legs anymore. Your body is growing softer and more sedate with every passing moment, and you smile softly, knowing you're being digested. It feels incredible; so much more pleasant than you imagined it would.
Part of you almost wonders why you never let yourself get eaten before now.
You let your eyes drift closed as you slip fully beneath the surface of the stomach fluids, your final breath bubbling out of your mouth. The walls contract, squeezing against you for several seconds, keeping you submerged as they knead against your form.
By the time they release again, there's nothing solid left of you, your remains being drawn deeper into Lysergia's body to be absorbed into him.
Outside, Lysergia stretches as he feels the last glorp of his stomach pumping its contents into his intestines. He places a hand on his belly, able to tell it's grown softer and more padded.
"Mmh… Thank you, friend," he says with a giggle as he kneads his newest heft with his fingers. "You feel amazing on my tummy… You look great on me, too!"
He neatly folds up your clothes and carries them to a donation bin in the library, but not before retrieving your wallet.
"I guess they won't be needing this anymore," he says with a grin. "Heck, I could go for a bite to eat; I'm sure they wouldn't mind helping me out one more time…"
