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Edgar curled his tongue around the badger's wriggling toes and swallowed firmly. The pear-shaped otter cupped the shape of the descending paws with his webbed fingers, tongue already slipping out to wash his lips clean of extra flavor from his prey. His nigh spherical gut bounced and deformed with the impact within.

Craig landed inside the stomach on his back, feeling a bit like a stunt performer falling into an air mat. The flesh conformed and stretched to accept and absorb the force of his impact, reducing it all to a cozy bounce that settled after a minor rebound. The badger sighed softly. Everything about the otter was soft and welcoming, even the inside of his belly.

The otter gave his chocolate-furred belly a pair of pats with one paw, the other rubbing next to his navel appreciatively. As he pulled away his paw, Craig's smiling face was revealed, a cartoony stamp in his coat. "You really are delectable, Craig." Edgar sighed affectionately. "Thank you for being my meal."

"T-thanks..." Craig murmured bashfully, shifting as best as he could until he felt like he was seated upright in the yielding, yet fully supportive chamber. "And you're welcome, I guess." He chuckled awkwardly. The badger fidgeted, not sure what to say next.

Edgar didn't say anything to that. He didn't seem to mind the quiet, casually easing himself back in his chair to scoop his gut up into his lap. In this position the big thing nearly towered over his head, considering how he had to recline to even fit the medicine ball of a belly on his thighs. He placed both webbed paws onto his belly and began to knead and massage affectionately, his thick tail swaying a bit between his paws.

After all the squelching readjustments, the stomach's occupant settled in to enjoy the rubbing, squirming a little bit to feel the heavy flesh snug in on him. Craig swallowed after a few more moments of silence, before reaching to rub upward. "So... uh... What's your favorite food, Edgar?"

"Besides you?" The otter quipped, smirking at his belly and the cute face printed there. "Well... if we're talking about normal food... Fish and chips done well is always good. I prefer breading to batter-fried, generally, but a really good batter-fry can be wonderful..." He returned to rubbing.

Craig listened intently, before responding. "Oh, back home we have a stand that opens up each summer. Serves it right in newspaper!"

"As is traditional." Edgar chuckled. "What's your hometown like?" He gently stroked along his belly.

"Well, it's a pretty small town. Riverside, with a few canals leading off. Got some punting in those for the tourists, but locals are used to just walking around." The badger rattled off, relaxing under the stroking. "We've got lots of good restaurants and... oh gosh I forgot the bakeries. There's one place that serves this beautiful tiramisu!" He perked, shifting his hips to 'sit up' a bit better inside the stomach. "Fourteen layers of lady fingers! The espresso is mild, but still present through every bite. And instead of dusting ground espresso on top, they do a light cinnamon and powdered sugar... really rounds out the whole thing!"

The otter licked his lips slowly, pondering the flavor profile, the texture... He found himself drooling. He looked around and found an empty cup to spit into. Swallowing all this saliva would be impolite to his guest.

"Some places put so much espresso dusted on top that it's just this bitter mess. It doesn't even give the benefit of extra coffee flavor because it's so concentrated... If I don't wipe the dusting off before taking a forkful I can hardly taste anything else." Craig paused. "I'm not boring you, am I?

Edgar perked, and returned both paws to rubbing down on his belly. "If I didn't want to listen I could just glorp you right up at any time." The otter curled his toes a bit at the thought... certainly looking forward to adding Craig to his mass, but he could wait. The cutie was nice to just hold. "You're fine~"

"G-good. I w-wouldn't want to d-do that..." The badger quivered at the casual way his predator had said that. His cheeks were flushed deeply, and he found himself imagining himself wobbling away on the big otter's waistline... He wasn't sure if Edgar would ever let him go, which was frightening.... But.... Also kind of exciting. "I... uh... oh right. If I was going to say anything was my favorite food, it'd be the tiramisu at Osric's bakery back home. It's just a perfectly balanced dessert. Just the thing to follow up any meal with, really..."

Lost in thought, the otter sat up, giving his belly a hug and kissing the top of it softly. "Say, Craig, would you like to go get me some of that? I'd love to try this tiramisu... but most towns don't like it when a big predator like me just walks in, you know?"

Craig perked up inside the belly. "What? I'd be glad to! I hadn't even thought about how most critters would react to you... but you're so soft and cuddly, they shouldn't be afraid of you..."

Edgar focused on his belly and shuddered. His stomach closed in on Craig and began to press. Slowly, he felt the form of the badger working back up into his throat. His baser instincts were screaming at him to swallow, to reclaim his prize, but he kept going. It wasn't long before the badger's head peeked into his soft mouth, head resting on his tongue.

The smaller male blushed deeply as he watched the mouth open in front of him, squinting a bit at the sudden influx of light. He felt the muscles work and press him out further, before all at once he came tumbling out, plopping wetly onto the broad belly. Craig shuddered at the cool air outside of Edgar, and sat up, looking around. "Edgar... what's that?"

The big otter easily gathered what the badger was confused about. A cartoony stamp of his own face was on Craig's belly much like the badger's had been on his own while he'd been inside the belly. "That's so no other preds eat ya before you get back with the tiramisu."

Craig blushed deeply at that, scooting carefully off the big belly he'd been buried in. His paws lingered on it as he settled back onto his feet, having a bit of trouble getting himself to let go.

"Now don't you worry," Edgar crooned playfully. "You can go back in my tummy after we've split that tiramisu, okay?"