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Nes was at his most content when he was immersed and smothered by the warmth of the aquatic sergal he so adored. Sal made a blanket of herself, stretching across much of the bed in the process of covering the red panda in her affectionate smoosh, leaving the two of them silently enjoying the lingering moment for as long as they wanted. There were no rules about how long they could snuggle. If they both wanted, they could have stayed there all night. Being beneath Sal meant Nes was effectively pinned, left with nothing to do but cuddle right back as the serg squirmed and wriggled all over him, rubbing body to body. There was plenty of intimacy to the matter, but things weren't quite sexual. At least not yet. Neither of them were in any particular rush to do anything but lovingly press their bodies together, basking in each other's presence, no distractions, no sound, just the warmth of a night together. But by the look in Sal's eyes, she had a plan.

Of course Nes knew such a thing well by then. She didn't even have to say anything. Just one good, long gaze of those kind brown eyes and he got the idea. That was enough to launch him into an immediate blush, one that blazed hot beneath his fur. The red panda was getting even redder, even if it didn't exactly show through all that fluff. Sal knew. She could feel the warmth, and leaned down to kiss him on one of those scorching cheeks, which didn't make him any less huffy. No matter how long they spent together, she still knew how to get him flustered with nothing more than a look. It was like he could read her thoughts. He gave a little twitch of his thick tail and finally broke the silence with a tiny murmur, one so quiet it was less than a whisper.

"What's ... that look, babe?"

When the sergal didn't immediately answer he just found himself all the more worked up, left gripping the sheets beneath him while he basked in her body heat. Then there came the excitement. Just one look from her was enough to turn him on. Oh, there was going to be no hiding that with how closely they were snuggled up. Soon they weren't so much just cuddling as they were grinding, and the friction was enough to make Nes gasp and whimper, wriggling beneath her but unable to squirm free. Not that he wanted to. Not for anything. Instead, he gasped out another question, a little louder than before just in case she hadn't heard him. But he was pretty sure she had.

"Come on, I know when you get like that you're planning something really good ... you'll tell me, right?"

His words came out much faster than he intended. It was embarrassing to show how flustered he was, flustering to show how embarrassed he was. A vicious cycle like that had his whole face sweltering, but shyness wasn't going to make him any less turned on. Instead, he felt his heart thumping deeply when she seized hold of his shoulders all of a sudden, the unexpected movement bringing a little yelp from his lips. That was enough to make her give him a positively evil smirk. In the most loving of ways, of course.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something."

She let that hang in the air for a while, still holding Nes tightly, showing off just a little strength in the way she gripped him. Nothing too rough, but enough to thrill him, to set off his subby instincts and keep his eyes open wide, watching her for any sign of what was to come.

" ... Thinking about what? You're being such a tease. I can barely take it, gosh ..."

Sal lightly chuckled to hear it. She knew exactly the kind of effect she had on him and she was going to milk it for all it was worth. Letting him watch her tongue working along her lips for seconds, even minutes at a time was pure torment, but in the best, most loving of ways. Finally, she spoke again, her voice lower, firmer than before.

"You know I love how you taste," she flatly told him.

"D-do you?"

He already knew she did, but it caught him off-guard just enough to leave him all scrambled. Biting his lip, he watched her intensely, gazing at those attractive pointy features, watching for the occasional flash of shiny fangs.

"Of course. You know I get such pleasure from running my tongue all over your body, from slurping and slathering you up in drool like the good little preything you are. Hmm?"

It had exactly the effect she intended, his heart leaping, his body tensing up. And of course, it just turned him on all the more. His whole lower half was pulsing with every flex of his solid shaft, just to listen to her talk. She hadn't even done anything yet.

"Preything ...?"

"Oh, yes. That's the perfect name for you, isn't it? After all, is there anything that gets you more worked up than being my meal, my food, my prey?"

"You don't have to call me food, you know ..."

Sal grinned broadly, getting even closer, pressing her nose to his, staring right into his eyes. "Oh, I know. But you don't wriggle around in the way I like when I call you Hun. Now hold still. It's time to taste you."

He did very much the opposite of holding still, but that was probably what she wanted anyway. Huffing out through clenched teeth, he found himself in a state of trying not to simply climax from sheer excitement. It didn't take a single touch, a single rub to drive him to the edge of pleasure, of absolute ecstasy. Every hot breath on his face just left him closer. He was left curling his toes, trying to curl up in a little ball just to handle how good she was making him feel. And that was before she started licking. She started slow, just a little touch beneath his chin with the tip of her tongue, tilting his head back so she could get at his throat. Of course he trusted her to work that tender part of him. Even when she started lightly nibbling, he stayed calm, or as calm as he could be when he was that turned on by her predatory attention. Lick and stroke, nibble and ever so softly bite, she worked and teased him for several minutes, savouring in his flavour, in his texture, in everything about the cute little wah she so adored. But of course she needed more than just a little sample of his taste.

"Mmm, yummy little one. Such a perfect little preything for a hungry sergal. Delicious from head to toe, I bet. Let's get some more."

"B-Babe ..."

That was all he managed to gasp out, a blissed-out, loving moan of her nickname before all was sputtering and gasping as she soaked him in that excess serg saliva flowing from her heavy tongue. One good slurp was enough to soak him, enough to leave his cheek marked with a deep stroke of hot drool that matted down his pretty fluff. Once she got going, she didn't stop. A steady 'mmm' emitted from her every time she ran that sloppy surface along his fur and skin, constantly reminding him of how much she enjoyed his taste. She was thorough, too. There was hardly a detail of his cute face that didn't end up utterly soaked in drool. She weighed down on him the whole time, keeping his arms in place, leaving him utterly helpless to defend himself from the slobbery affection. He closed his eyes and soaked it all in, enjoying the feeling of her tongue so adoringly exploring every inch of his features, even if it meant drenching him in the process. The affection was one thing, but he knew that every mouthful of his taste brought her closer to the inevitable end of their cuddling, and closer to her satisfying her carnal craving. Her belly rumbled against his own, just to remind him of that fact. She never could resist him after getting a few good licks in. And yet it always felt just as good as the first time.

Only after she'd utterly coated him in those hungry juices did she withdraw, leaving him with rivers running down his fur, his eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations. She smacked her lips a few times, making a wet pop, spattering just a little more spit on his face. Then she licked her chops loudly enough for him to hear it. Such efforts didn't come close to cleaning up all the mess she made, but that wasn't the point. The important part was keeping her cutie of a wah in a state of utterly flustered intoxication, completely mesmerized by all her teasing, predatory or otherwise. She relented in that snuggly pin just enough to let him raise his head a little, reaching down to his top, starting to tug at it. Such an all-encompassing position wasn't exactly ideal for stripping him down, but she was certainly going to try. Nes could only follow her whims, raising his freed arms so she could get him shirtless. Then it was a matter of her doing the same, leaving him to fondly watch as she got herself half-bare before him, slowly swaying her hips back and forth, sitting up on his middle to pin his bulge. Seeing her bare body was special, every time, leaving him with a certain sense of wonder just to see her bust, her fluff, her ever-elegant stripes. To think she felt the same about him as he did her, that always got him blushing, but he'd already reached maximum heat.

She wasn't done with the process until she'd stripped him completely bare. That involved climbing off of him briefly, dragging his pants down his legs, almost pulling him right off the bed in the process. She gave a chuckle at the sight of his eyes going suddenly wide while he slid along the covers, stripped down and exposed before her. Then it was time for her to give a slow swish and swing of her long tail, reaching the tip all the way to his nose to tickle him as if brushing him with a feather duster. He giggled lightly, his voice all shaky as he sat there with his arousal exposed. When she turned back, kicking away her skirt, she was completely bare. He got all of three seconds to admire her before she engulfed him in her warmth, her fluff, her pinning embrace that had her stretched right across his body all over again. This time, they got to share the touches and textures of their bare fur while they rubbed against each other's chests, working as if they were trying to become one person. By the time she was done with him that evening, they were going to be, for a little while.

"There we go. Much better," Sal said. "Does my precious preything feel excited?"

She glanced down at his cock and shot him a great big grin. He just huffed out at her, doing his best to fuss steadily.

"Baaaaaabe. You know what you do to me. I can never ... I can't keep calm when you're teasing me like this. You're too good at it."

"I know. And you love it. Don't you? Now, do your best not to flail about while I taste the rest of you. That was all just a taste, of course. You're a delectable little morsel of a wah and I can't wait to belch the last remnants of your flavour once you're all tucked down in my belly and gurgling into pudge. Like the good boy you are."

"Ahhh ..."

He sounded almost startled by those words, unable to even come up with a proper reaction. It all but froze him to hear her speaking so succinctly, so bluntly about what she wanted to do with him. He didn't know what to do with his body, so he just remained as he was, flopped down and sprawled out while she savaged him with unbearably pleasant tingle-touches. Every lick, every drag of her tongue was worth a moan, and he soon found himself falling silent, unable to make even the slightest gasp. She didn't even have to hold him down. Her looming presence and her firm, hungry strokes of tongue were enough to leave him transfixed, caught up in her lust and desire for him. It was hard to say who wanted who more, but Sal at least could hold on and make sure to take her time with him. If he was worth eating he was worth savouring, from his neck, down each of his arms in turn, over and between his fingers, and then alternating to the other arm. When she was done licking all that, she moved on to his chest, ever so slowly working her way back and forth to give him a thorough coating of that love-spit, drooling all over his pristine fur until he was drenched to the skin.

Nes remained more or less motionless but for the occasional twitch of pleasure until she got down to his belly. That tickled a little. He couldn't help but giggle, finding his voice well enough to project the quivering laughter through the room. She looked up at him with adoring eyes while she watched him squirm, loving the sounds he made, but she swiftly silenced him by dipping down just a little farther. That was when his voice caught in his throat again, leaving him nearly choking as he tried to stammer out something to say, some sort of comment or maybe something to urge her to slow down. She was getting ever so close to his most intimate places after all, and feeling her tongue all over his body was already pleasant enough. That brief, flirty slurp she gave to his shaft was too much for him to take. He shut his eyes tight and fell into a whimpering moan, one that only half-escaped his throat, sounded almost like she'd frightened him somehow. But that didn't make her stop. She lashed the tip of that slobbery organ up and down his spire, eventually reaching his tip, dabbing at the precum there until he was trembling, straining, coming ever so close to just blowing his load right there. They both knew it would be even better if he lasted all the way down into her belly, so she ceased her attack right there and instead moved up to kiss him once more, slipping the same tongue that had been so intimately working him into his mouth for him to suck on.

When they broke from it with a wet little squelch, he was left panting, steaming up Sal's face with all the heat he was putting out. He wasn't even sure himself why he was so out of breath. His whole body was tense, and yet somehow relaxed at the same time. He was taut with pleasure and lust, yet he felt so perfectly safe, entirely comfortable around the predatory sergal, no matter how vicious of a look she gave him.

"Hmmmf, making me so hungry. See how much you make my mouth water? It's only you that does that. There's no meal I'd rather have than my sweet, slurpable wah."

"You wouldn't really ..." he murmured. It might have been said quietly, but it was a rather bold tease of his own, just to see what she would say.

"Oh, but I would," she asserted, longing for his face, sprawling herself across him once more. "And I will. I'm going to gobble you up like the cutie you are, make you a nice big belly bulge, and then sit back and digesssst you. Slosh and churn until you're allll mine."

She said it as if they hadn't done it many times before. And to him, it was as good as if they hadn't. It never got any less exciting. Maybe it even got better each time, knowing exactly what was going to come, yet dragging it out for so long, until he was ready to dive down there himself. First, it was time to give him a preview.

"Take a good, long look in my mouth, preything. I want you to see where you're going."

Stretching her jaws wide was easy for a sergal. Soon she gave him an impressive gape, letting the sleek depths of her maw expand before him, completely overtaking his vision. Her breath left him steamed with moisture, hot, humid, and only getting hotter. She drooled on him as he stared right into that cavern, admiring every little angle, every shining detail, reflecting the light in the layers of spit clinging to everything. Soon he couldn't help but raise his hand, feeling as if pulled in, drawn closer by the sheer magnetism of her mesmerizing mouth. He hesitated at first, as if waiting for her approval, but eventually he couldn't resist. He simply had to touch. Laying his palms on her outstretched tongue, he slowly rubbed back and forth, caressing that agile thing fondly before moving on to her teeth. A stroke along the tips let him feel how sharp they were, making him shudder slightly, but he knew she wouldn't use them on him for anything more than nibbling. Then it was time to stroke over into her cheeks, her gums, admiring every inch of that glorious maw, kneading all the tender places, giving an unconventional massage to show her how much he loved what he saw. She let him rub for a while, until she was sure he'd touched everywhere, and then closed her lips around his whole hand, clamping on his wrist and keeping him there. A slight tug on his part confirmed what he already knew. She had him.

She probably could have dragged him in right there, just started slurping and sucking until she'd pulled the whole panda down her throat as if drinking him through a straw, but she had to make sure to speak to him first. Slowly pushing his hand back out with the flat of her tongue, she licked his fingers and then gave him a gentle smile. For just a few seconds, she dropped the act and gave him her sweetest, most caring of gazes.

"Are you ready my dear little wah?"

He nodded vigorously. "Y-yeah ..."

"Hmhmhm, good, 'cause I'm not letting you back out."

As soon as she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes again, her features darkening as she slipped right back into predator mode as easily as snapping her fingers. She was still the sergal he loved, but she was letting that part of her take over, letting her inner urges fuel her actions. Gripping him by one wrist and then the other, she pinned his arms down and urged her way forward, stretching her maw wide enough to leave him gazing straight into the darkness as she started to consume him. He wanted to wiggle and moan for her, but he was left in transfixed awe as he felt that sleek mawflesh sliding over his muzzle, over his cheeks, the heat and darkness overtaking his senses and leaving him with nothing but the sensation of her pulsing gullet tugging at him. A slip of his face across the surface of her tongue, grinding another generous dose of his flavour into her tastebuds, and she got started on swallowing him. It was all perfectly comfortable for the both of them. She was plenty big enough to slip and slip around his whole head at once, to squeeze around those narrow, girlish shoulders, to stuff his whole head inside her gripping gullet. The flexes of eager peristalsis outlined his stunned features in her neckfluff, trying to drag him down all at once, but she ignored her body's natural urges. No, she was going to enjoy him right to the very end. Every last gulp.

It was a shame she couldn't tease him while she started to swallow him, but the process was enough. A glurk of his head suddenly shifting down deeper came when she worked over his shoulders. That took a little squeezing, but it was easy enough. She slowly rolled back onto her haunches, swishing her tail while she pushed him up into her dripping maw. Drool cascaded all down his naked body, streaking right along his chest and belly as she overtook him inch by inch, feeding him inside and making sure not to take it too quickly. Gravity was very much not on her side in such a position, but she liked it that way. Sometimes, she stopped to press her teeth down just a little, nibbling on his back, stroking the points of those chompers along his skin just to make him tingle. If he wasn't already. He eventually broke from his preyish stupor when she worked over his chest and squeezed the breath out of him with a heavy compression of her powerful gullet. That was when he remembered how good it felt to squirm.

He was prey and she was treating him like it, so there was no reason not to wriggle a little. Of course, he made sure not to make her job any harder for her. The last thing he wanted was to slip free of her grasp, to escape from the gurgles that awaited him. They already rang up from below, hot and ready to churn him up, loudly sloshing about in anticipation of a good boy all tucked down snug in his serg's belly. Sal kept both hands on her meal, kneading deep into his sides, his hips, and eventually his rump as she shoved him down. He yelped deep inside her, the sound muffled by the squelching of flesh and the steady humming of the predatory sergal devouring him whole. That reality never left his head. He loved her, he knew she cared for him, but she was still eating him. One long swallow got ever so close to the tight resistance that opened to her stomach. Not much longer and he was going to be officially inside her belly, once again. There was always that thrill, that shock of playing with the danger that turned him on in ways he didn't even fully understand. And the pleasure soon reached a breaking point when she got her tongue on his cock again. Of course she was going to tease him when she got there.

Ceasing her swallow, she instead kept him right where he was, holding him by the ankles to keep him from kicking too much. A few tugs made sure her hungering gullet muscles couldn't take control, couldn't snatch him away and tuck him down into her belly no matter how much she hungered for him. At first she just teased, flicking her tongue back and forth, leaving him longing for something more. She loved to feel him squirm, but when he got fussy, kicking, writhing, clearly unable to take her taunting any longer, it was time to properly pleasure him. A wriggle of her tongue and she curled it up under his balls, swiping from his taint to his tip, slurping over every single detail in between. She didn't relent. No matter how much he whimpered in her gullet, she licked him until he was rigid all over, his toes curling, his tail stiff. It was like she'd frozen him solid with those deft strokes of her tongue. She licked and licked and made sure to really grind that sloppy slurper all over his pulsing shaft, until finally she milked him to a peak. His cry was sharp and sudden, muffled in her flesh as he went off like a shot, gushing his cum straight down her throat while he dangled there, half-swallowed.

Sal made sure to make a show out of guzzling it all down. She held him right in place and made sure he didn't vanish just yet, instead clutching him tight while she drank his cum right down, sending it to her belly before him. Much of it remained smeared over his fur, slowly washed away by the saliva running down that humid gullet. Just a little longer. She kneaded her fingers into his thighs while he recovered from that pumping, twitching orgasm, feeling his muscles relaxing at last. He was ready to give himself to her, submerged in that golden, glowing moment that came after such an intense release. Every part of him was slumped down and ready to submit. He forgot how to squirm, at least for a little while. Sal savoured him just a little longer, making sure to give some good slurps over his shaft, then over his tailhole, moving onto his legs as she finally resumed her deep swallow. Soon gravity was on her side once more, and she wasn't going to hold him there forever.

One last good gulp was all she needed to finish him off. His face was already nicely squished against that taut sphincter that opened into her humid, sloshing stomach. The heat hit him heavily as he finally started slipping inside. The last of his descent came accompanied by a spit-flinging, sloppy schlurrrp as she made noodles of his legs, gobbling them up until he was just a pair of paws between her lips. One good lick along his pads made him writhe in her belly, and then she tossed her head and sealed her mouth tight with a clack of teeth for effect. Down he went, bulging into his sergal lover's curves, gulped down whole and stuffed into her stretching belly. Of course she had room for him. It was ever so comfortable for the both of them, rounding out Sal's middle, letting the bulge of prey spill into her lap as she knelt there with her eyes closed, a content sigh washing over her. She held that position for a little longer even once he was completely tucked away, just revelling in the moment, in the utter satisfaction that hit her once her adorable panda boyfriend was all curled up in her gut, getting softly churned by the initial squeezes of impending digestion.

Sal opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't manage a single syllable before she gusted forth with a thick, rude belch. There was no stopping such an explosive proclamation. Big meals made for big burps, and she erupted in that forceful urrrralllp, feeling his flavour lingering on her lips. A few smacks of her chops, a lick, and another sigh, and it was time to start teasing him. She planted her palms right on the shape of the red panda so tightly outlined in her prey-fattened middle, sloshing, jiggling a little with her every little movement, squirming while she kneaded deep into every part of him she could reach. He was such a squirmy meal, jumping and bouncing about in her rounded belly, really making her every asset wobble, stirring up those juices.

"Ahhh! Good, so good!" she exclaimed, nearly shouting it through their bedroom. She quieted down to fondly coo to him as she ran her fingers over his outlined face. "There you are. Right where you belong, where I'm going to keep you for as long as it takes to churn you. It probably won't be long. I know all about how to digest you by now."

A long, deep stroke of her palms over her belly and her prey helped stir up some especially squelchy noises. There were already juices pouring all over Nes, already soaking into his fur and his skin alike. For the moment, he didn't feel anything beyond a tingle. Sometimes it was messy in there, but he always trusted her, always felt so close to her when she was in the process of digesting him. Of course he did. They were about to become one person, for a little while. With all the glorping and gloshing going on around him, he barely even heard his own voice murmuring up over the digestive din, but he had to say it anyway.

" ... Love you, Sal."

"Love you too, sweetie," came her soft reply, only for her expression to suddenly shift to something much more wicked. "Which is exactly why I'm going to digest you. Gonna keep you alllll to myself, hehe ..."

A deep suck of breath through her teeth and she allowed herself to slump down, turning over and leaving Nes' sense of gravity all flipped around as she flopped onto one of the nearby pillows. A good meal meant needing a nap, but she wasn't nearly ready to drift off just yet. Not when there was still so much teasing to be done. She kept her hands in constant motion, working, squeezing, groping at the captive wah, feeling her belly really starting to get to work on him. The pleasure of sloshing him in those rising, bubbling digestives was enough to make her beat her tail against the bed a few times, squirming her legs back and forth as if making slow-motion kicks.

"Nnnh, it always feels so good to melt you down, too. Ahhh, yes. You just fit in there so perfectly! You really were meant to be my belly-stuffer. I know how much you love it. And I love it too."

As if triggered by her words, her belly gave a sudden glurrrn that saw the walls closing in around Nes, giving him a squishy squeeze from all sides that had a strangely soothing effect on him. Of course he kept squirming, and he wasn't going to stop until he couldn't do it any longer. Yet that slick massage of those slippery walls was something that always made him feel so very at home, safe and tucked away inside the sergal he adored. She was going to take good care of him. Even if that meant melting him down entirely, wearing him on her curves, processing him like any other food. He was just a meal, once her stomach set to work on him, like anything else. She wasn't going to show him any mercy, and he didn't want her to.

"Hmm hmm. I'm sure you feel it already. Let me help knead all those juices into your fur?"

Dancing her hands along his whole form, she spread those digestives along his bare form, helping them to soak in, to eat away at his pretty fur. The darkness was a blessing, since it allowed him to ignore the sight of what was happening to him. That pretty pelt got ruined by sergal digestive acids, clumps falling out, leaving red patches beneath where his skin was completely exposed. Even his big fluffy tail got stripped down bare, leaving him feeling so very vulnerable while he stewed in a pit of his own fluff, feeling it tickling at him while it floated around in the rising juices tingling all over him. He could feel them tingling, itching a bit, maybe burning sometimes, but he was used to that kind of treatment by then. There was no need to panic, though he certainly squirmed. The heat was so intense he found himself drifting in and out of consciousness sometimes, snapping awake when he caught his head drifting down. It would have been easy to just pass out and give in to her, but he wanted to enjoy the feeling of being her food for a little longer.

"There you go. Such a good little morsel. Just meat, and nothing more. You were born to churn inside me, hun."

Even deep down in her stomach, she could still make him blush. He squirmed around even though it made that tingling more intense, feeling his body weakening, breaking down. Sal finally let her eyes flutter shut, not quite sleeping yet, but getting close. She made it clear she wasn't spitting him out. His fur might grow back, eventually, but once she really started melting him, there was no going back. He was going to be her prey, again, churned down and absorbed like the living nutrients he was. Her hands idly stroked along his shape while he wriggled for her, keeping her awake, being just a little rambunctious. Finally, she snorted awake and opened her eyes, putting on a mischievous grin.

"Mm, fussy one tonight, aren't you? Well, I know just what to do with you, and so does my stomach."

She clutched the bulge of Nes a little tighter, and sat up so she could flex her stomach muscles harshly around her prey. What followed was a much less gentle squeeze, those walls coming in on him not with a soothing, massaging touch, but with crushing force that clamped down on his lightly softened form to reveal just how slushy he was getting already. He heard a few pops of his joints, felt his feet going numb where they were submerged in the thickening sludge beneath him. Sal belched one more time as she flexed her stomach around him, robbing him of the air that kept him going. But he still refused to just give up, refused to slump down and just be prey until he'd squirmed for her for as long as he possibly could. She sighed out after that burp and laid her head back down to the pillow, allowing herself to relax.

"Not much longer now. I'm going to churn you up and pass you through my body, take every last bit of you and make it part of me, like you were meant to be! I'll put some nice pudge on my hips, my butt, my belly. Maybe I'll go up a cup size again once I've fully absorbed you, hmm? I bet you'd like that. But now ..."

Sal closed her eyes, stretching out, her wobbling gut slowly shrinking down as she made her beloved red panda smaller and smaller with each noisy churn.

"Now it's time to sleep. When I wake up, we'll be one again. Nite nite, my little one. You're a good little preything. And I love you."

The sergal kissed her fingers and then planted them on the general vicinity of Nes' face. That was the last attention she gave him as she settled down, arms behind her head, belly jutting up towards the ceiling as it faintly wobbled from the force of the compressing squeezing going on inside. The wah kept wriggling, but only just barely. His movements were faint, weak, and fading with every sloppy schlurp of digestion working over his trim form. He didn't really feel any pain as he diminished in Sal's stomach. It was more just a process of going numb, of slipping off to sleep, of completely submitting his body to the sergal he loved. Of course he trusted her to make sure they could smooch again when she was all done with him. He didn't even have to ask.

A slish, a slosh, and he resembled himself less and less with every gworgle of her inhospitable stomach. It might have been cozy when he first arrived, but it was set on destroying him, and it was doing a good job of it too. She worked his layers away, turning him from solid meat to softened, partly liquefied prey. Those acids gradually worked the meat from his bones, leaving his whole structural integrity failing, leaving him collapsing in on himself after a long, hot stewing in her juices. He was somehow still aware for a long time, barely thinking, yet aware of what was happening to him. That changed when she flexed her belly taut in herself, working up another belch while crushing on his weakened shape. The bulge got rounder, smoother, less and less resembling the red panda she'd eaten. It was an indistinct churning mass of meat, of nutrients to absorb. His partly-digested pieces settled down at the bottom of her gut while his bones gradually began to break along with the rest of him. Snapping, crackling, crunching up noisily beneath the powerful force of her compressing belly walls, they really never had a chance.

A few last twitches from the meat that was Nes set Sal's belly to wobbling a few last times, but after that, all was dormant. Certainly not quiet though. There was still so much work to be done, and her body did it all effortlessly, automatically. She didn't even have to be awake to send him down into her intestines for further processing, acids doing the heavy lifting, pockmarking those leftover bones, working the marrow out of them. Everything got melted, every last bit of him, ensuring he was smoothly and efficiently made into food for the hungry sergal. The hours rolled by and Sal's nap started to more closely resemble a deep sleep, and all the while, what remained of Nes travelled through her system, adding to her, packing on the pounds, ensuring she was well-fed and healthy thanks to her wholesome meal of an entire red panda.

She was going to be plump by the time she woke up. He might not have been the biggest, but he was still a whole person. The extra poundage padded out her curves, giving her some lovehandles, some extra softness on her gut once it shrunk down to almost-regular size. Some added jiggle wasn't anything to complain about, especially when she could use it to tease her lovely boyfriend once he was back and himself again. A squish, a squeeze, and a softly-spoken command to admire the added thickness he'd helped make, and she was going to get him blushing all over again. The only thing better than digesting that cutie was telling him all about it afterwards. Her body glimmered as she slept, figuratively anyway, a smile on her face as she had pleasant dreams of smooching Nes, of whispering all sorts of naughty things to him and watching the look on his face as she told him all about what her body did to his. No matter how many times she devoured that little prey-wah, it still made them both ever so happy, down to the very last glorp. She was just going to have to keep eating him, over and over, feeding his appetite just as much as she fed her own.