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Sabrina groaned as she tried to settle herself on the taur-specialized doctor's bed, the white paper crinkling under her movements. She'd lost even more weight, she felt like skin and bones, and her personal trainer agreed. He'd recommended a clinic, and Sabrina figured she'd give it a shot. The time alone waiting for the doctor was torture, her lower stomach had started to cramp a few days ago, and nothing would go past her upper stomach.

The door opened, and a two-legged German Shepherd walked in, the very image of a doctor, stethoscope around the neck, white coat, glasses, the whole nine yards. Setting a small clipboard aside, he reached over to give Sabrina a friendly handshake. "Hey there Sabrina, I'm Dr. Greyson, I'm told you have some stomach problems?"

"Yeah, a few days ago I started getting real bad cramps, and I've been losing weight no matter what I eat for the past few weeks." Sabrina nodded.

"Well, open wide for me then." Greyson approached, taking a flat stick from a nearby jar, and Sabrina complied, relaxing her maw as he pressed down her tongue with the bland tasting wood. He peered in, almost sticking his muzzle into that yawning gap.

"Seems normal up here." Stepping back and throwing the stick in the trash, Greyson placed the buds of his stethoscope into his ears. "Nothing strange to eat recently, no new restaurants?" He asked as he raised the chestpiece. "Raise your shirt some?"

"No, nothing of the sort. Although I guess you could say I've had the opposite of a craving for otters." Sabrina answered as she did so, exposing her upper stomach. She shivered as the cold metal was pressed through her fur, making contact with the skin underneath.

"The opposite of a craving? How do you mean?" The shepherd took one earbud out in order to better listen, moving the stethoscope around her lower torso.

"There was this otter I had about a week ago... Well I suppose it would've been less than a week ago. Even as I swallowed her I felt my skin crawl, like I was eating something rotten." Sabrina shuddered, remembering how bad she'd tasted.

"Interesting... You can lower your shirt now." Greyson moved down to her already exposed lower half, her second gut exposed by her side-lying position. Sabrina shivered again as the cold metal touched her normally protected skin.

There was a moment of silence as the doctor moved his stethoscope over her belly, it's mass taking him time to work through. Until he stopped dead, listening very close for a moment. His brow furrowed, and he stood suddenly. Moving to a nearby desk cluttered with supplies, he pulled out a pair of disposable white gloves.

"Do you mind if I feel around?" He said as he returned, the gloves already on his hands with practiced speed. "There's something I'd like to feel for myself."

Sabrina nodded. "Whatever you need to do, doc." Anything to figure out what this was.

Greyson kneeled down and, gently at first, pressed his gloved hands against her lower belly. Feeling around, he slowly added more pressure. She could feel him press against her cramped muscles, but it seemed like he was searching for something. Then she felt something slide in her gut, an uncomfortable feeling, not unlike when a prey fought her. Greyson chased it around for a moment, and Sabrina winced as her stomach muscles squeezed harder, uhappy at the ruckus.

Until finally he stood, nodding with a sense of finality. "It seems you have a passenger, Sabrina." He stated, peeling the gloves away from his hands just as quick as they had gone on.

"A-A passenger? Like a tapeworm??" Sabrina stuttered, spooked at the implication.

Greyson shook his head. "No, certainly something bigger. If your 'anti-craving' for otters is any inclination, it may be one of them." He walked to the desk where the nurse had left a clipboard before he entered. "Certainly a special one, if he's been hanging around for nearly two weeks." Clicking a pen, Greyson scribbled on the paper the nurse had written her details on.

"So, how do I deal with him?"

"Well, you basically have two options. We can try to pump your stomach, but since he's stuck in your lower, that would be extremely unpleasant. Or, you can try a medication I can vouch for!"

Sabrina winced. She's been pumped before in college when she got too drunk. "Yeah I'd rather avoid the pump."

"Great, I'll prescribe you a dose of a digestive booster! It'll basically do the opposite an antacid would, but also send your whole system into overdrive. Should clear everything up." Scribbling more on the sheet, Greyson clicked the pen one more time to close it.

"That sounds pretty niche." Sabrina wondered, unsure. "Are there any side effects?"

"Well, since you're so used to eating live meals, you should be fine. Heartburn is pretty common, but it's dosage is designed for smaller predators, or the occasional herbivore. I've used it myself a few times, and the worst side effect I've gotten has been minor ulcers." Setting the pen down, Greyson tucked the clipboard under his arm. "As always, if you're unsure, give me a call. But if that's all your questions?"

Sabrina nodded. "Yeah, I think that should work. Thanks, Dr. Greyson." She extended her hand, which he shook jovially.

"Not a problem. Take your time getting up, the front desk should be ready by the time you get there." He said with a smile, before heading out the door.

Sabrina sat for a moment, before angrily looking down at her lower half. "So you've been in there this whole time???" Her memory flashed back to a few weeks ago, and an otter who'd seemed so nonplussed at being eaten. "You could've just told me and I wouldn't be in this situation!" With a foreleg, she gave her gut a mighty slap, producing sloshing sounds from within as her belly wobbled. Shortly after she grimaced, the best thing for stomach cramps was not percussive maintenance.

Taking a deep breath, she worked herself onto her legs, and exited the room, hoping this would finally be over with.

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Patrick swung from side to side as his carrier walked. He didn't know how she'd figured it out, but she knew about him now. Good thing too, it meant the taur would cough him out now. Her insides had gotten steadily less hospitable over the past few days, even to him. The walls were always squeezing him in weird ways, and it was getting harder to breathe.

His world tilted, and he slid towards the back of the wolfess's gut, juices following him. If she was headed upstairs after all this time that must mean she was home. Or at least, he assumed it was home, she always laid down and got real still, Patrick couldn't imagine it being anything else. Eventually everything settled flat, before turning to the side as she laid down.

The otter relaxed, his arms behind his head. He'd probably only have to do one more night in here, and then she'd be able to spit him up. Unless... The otter froze, a sudden realization dawning on him, a fact that had escaped him for the whole time he'd been in here.

How was she going to vomit from her lower stomach???

Suddenly there was a gurgly roar and the gut around him swirled to life. Bubbling juices flowing freely as the muscles clenched, forcing him flat, his world slowly getting tighter and wetter, growling all the way.

Uh oh.

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Sabrina belched, waking herself up from her nap with the volume. It shortly transitioned to a cough as some of her stomach acids tried to escape with it. She stretched and yawned, groaning slightly as the heartburn she was warned about burned with full force.

But she noticed her bellyache was gone! Feeling around her lower stomach with her forepaws, the wolfess was surprised to feel something fighting in there! Must be that otter, finally trying to force his way out. Sabrina smushed him down, rubbing her belly despite his protests. She laid herself back down, getting comfy. If a nap wasn't going to be enough to get him to quit, maybe she should sleep all day, see what he was in the morning. If he'd been eating everything that got to him, he'd be quite the meal to hibernate off.

"Gotta stay away from otters in the future..." Was her last thoughts as she drifted back off to sleep, leaving her unwanted guest alone with her violently gurgling gut. His kicks and yells were lost to her flesh, as he paid back the loan he'd taken from her.