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Too fangy. Too scary. Too mean. Nope nope nope. Layla was starting to wonder what she was even doing as she browsed through the hookup app. Could they tell she was using it? Would someone find out she was looking at them, even if she didn't end up swiping right on anyone? The husky could still hardly believe she'd gone through with it. Taking some semi-flattering shots and telling a little about herself felt weird enough on a regular dating site, but this one was different. It made her blush and squirm alike just to think that some of those fearsome looking predators were looking at her profile and deciding whether or not they wanted to eat her right that very moment.

Such a name for it, too. Gurglr. That implied going all the way. None of that careful nibbling or partial swallowing. The predators were looking for someone to churn, and as much as she tried to tell herself to put her phone down and masturbate so she could forget about the whole thing, she was still browsing. The plump dog was already all sorts of squirmy. She could feel a heated need between her thighs and regular sex simply wasn't going to satisfy it. After a few more swipes, she finally found out why. Somehow she just knew there was someone on there for her. Her icy eyes widened the moment she laid eyes on one prospective predator in particular.

Oh, she just looked so nice. Not like the other predators posing with their teeth showing or other threat displays in full swing. Layla wondered at first if the lovely blonde cow had accidentally posted her profile in the wrong category. She had such a soft, gentle appearance. There was something matronly to her curves and an entirely comforting glimmer in those sweet brown eyes. Not to mention, how many cows ate people anyway? But when she had a closer look, and opened up those other photos - oh. Oh yes. There was that money shot of sorts, the cow's open mouth. A shiny gullet framed by flat teeth and a good look at that thick, wet tongue left Layla absolutely reeling. She didn't even think twice about her impulsive swipe. As soon as she saw Emma, she knew she had to meet her, that very night.

It was a match. Of course it was. That meant Emma saw her first, and had already decided she would have been happy to eat that nervous husky, if she was willing. Layla was absolutely quivering by the time she started typing up a message. Her thumbs wouldn't even behave. She was too slow. Before she could even finish tapping out (and then carefully editing and rewriting) that elaborate introduction, complete with all her doubts and warnings about how unsure she was about the whole thing, Emma buzzed her first.

Hi there. :)

That was all. Layla hesitated. She wondered if she should hit enter on that rambling message or not. No, better not. She hastily backspaced, but she didn't manage to reply before her phone vibrated again.

I was really hoping you'd pick me. You're my favourite.

Emma was probably just saying that. It still made Layla blush wildly. There was so much for her to say, to ask, to warn about. As far as ... the whole thing went, she was incredibly inexperienced. But of course she was. That was how it worked. Finally, she stopped trying to second guess herself and just sent the address of her apartment, with nothing else. Maybe that came off as blunt, or rude, or maybe it was confident. Yeah, she went with that. Her hands were so shaky she dropped her phone, but she caught it before it hit the ground. All that adrenaline was good for something more than making her tremble, at least. She read Emma's response with a transfixed glare.

Oh, that's real close! I'll be there soon, sweetie. Can't wait to meet/eat you.

Soon? Oh god. Oh god oh god. Layla had to tidy her place up. She hadn't even done her hair. It was a mess. And what was she going to wear? She was sitting around on a lazy Saturday evening in her underwear, and it wasn't even especially flattering. It was all more than she'd even thought about. She didn't think she'd get that far. But there she was, scrambling, shoving things away into drawers or kicking them out of sight in her haste to look presentable. There were a few outfits she considered, some of them more formal, some of them just laid back and a little sexy. Was it a date? Was that what to call such a thing? She was still standing there in her bra and panties when there came a quiet knock at her front door.

For a moment there was panic in that husky's mind as she frantically started rifling through her dresser for something decent, and finally she just stopped herself. What was the point? If things went how they were supposed to, everything was going to come off again anyway. And she really didn't want to keep Emma waiting. Rushing along down the hall from her bedroom, she ended up winding herself by the time she got to the door. The cow didn't knock again. Either she was especially patient, or she had already left. The thought left Layla all the more frantic. She was panting, her tail was wagging madly, and she could barely even stand straight by the time she unlocked the door to invite the predator into her humble home.

Emma was so much bigger than her photos implied. Layla felt stupid for not realizing that. She might not have swiped so quickly if she knew she was inviting an absolute titan of a bovine into her home. Her first instinct was actually to take a step back, both out of nervousness and so that she could properly take in the full scale of the predator before her. A statuesque example of womanly beauty, she immediately made Layla feel awkwardly chubby by comparison. The softness of Emma's curves was truly mesmerizing. It was as if Layla could already imagine how it would feel to squeeze that massive body before the two of them even touched. She scanned up from the bottom. Thick thighs, broad hips, and oh that tum. Such a hefty gut on an otherwise so ample and perfectly plush figure was surely the result of a very specific appetite. It was right there at the same level as Layla's face, and she couldn't pull her gaze away to properly admire the rest of Emma's figure once she was locked on that swell of rounded pudge beneath the cow's buttoned top.

Such a glorious gut. It stuck out plenty, but Emma hardly seemed fat exactly. It was more she was simply vast, a momentous figure soon squishing her way through the husky's doorframe. It took just a little ducking and squeezing. Layla stepped back to give the cow plenty of room, wagging all the while. There was no controlling her tail. Nor could she suppress the urge to simply lunge forward and give that great, round belly a hug. Oh, she so badly wanted to, but it was probably best to make her introductions first. As she finally finished scanning up past those hefty breasts and to the cow's kind, gentle face, Layla realized she was being scanned right back. That she was standing there in her underwear became suddenly apparent to her. She wanted to explain, wanted to do anything that would make it slightly less awkward, but instead she froze right up and waited for Emma to speak the first words.

"Well, hello! Layla, is it? You're just as pretty as your pictures - and already so nicely prepared, too!"

The husky just blushed madly as she looked down at herself, before giving a noncommittal shrug. Her voice was little more than a squeak.

"Couldn't ... figure out what to put on ..."

"That's perfectly fine with me. Saves us the trouble!"

Emma gave a light little chuckle, and then bent down so she could be closer to Layla's upturned muzzle. With hands on her hips and an especially friendly tone, she went ahead and said exactly what Layla needed to hear.

"It's okay to be nervous, but don't you worry about a thing, hon. Momma's gonna treat you right. We'll take it nice and slow." She paused to allow Layla to respond, but the husky was dumbstruck. "You just tell me if you're getting uncomfortable, and we'll take a little break. How does that sound?"

Layla thought about it a little. Her tail had finally stopped moving. Then she found herself smiling. It was like a great weight being lifted off her shoulders, just to hear how friendly the cow was being to her. She half expected her own inexperience to ruin everything, that Emma might have taken a few good looks at her and then just turned around to leave, considering her unworthy of her precious time. Nothing of the sort. Emma was like a great, comforting pillow in proportion and demeanour alike, and Layla wanted nothing more than to sink into her. One thing at a time. She gave a nod at last when she noticed how long it had been without a reply.

"That sounds really really nice actually ..."

"Wonderful! Now, my dear, let's go find somewhere to sit together so I don't have to hunch my way around here."

Layla still felt her legs wobbling a little beneath her when she walked, but she wasn't in danger of pitching right over anymore at least. She soon decided she wasn't going to make it to her bedroom, so she just settled onto that cushy brown couch of hers. There was enough room for Emma, though the bovine beauty took up the remaining two thirds of the cushions once she settled her great frame down beside the nervously eager dog. The cow didn't touch without permission. She waited for Layla to get comfortable in her presence, breathing that sweet scent, basking in that mutual body heat. Eventually the husky scooted a little closer, and found herself nuzzling up against one of those titanic cow tits. Emma sighed happily and started stroking through the cute dog's hair.

"Mm. There we go. Touch at your leisure. We can take all night, if you like." The cow leaned down and let her tone fall to something even softer again. "Though momma's plenty hungry for such a cutie pie like you."

Despite the words, they were said in such a soothing way that Layla couldn't even fully comprehend the weight of them. She was far too busy carefully considering Emma's curves, leaning closer and closer, falling into that cushiness precisely the way she wanted to. The husky could ever so faintly hear the steady thrumming of Emma's heart. A sigh escaped her. She felt safe enough in the cow's presence to simply fall asleep against that ample bust and everything would be alright. Of course, that would have meant not exploring the rest of that body she admired so very much.

"Sorry I'm not ... talking much. I don't know what to say, but ..." Layla huffed, took a deep breath to steady herself, and then carried on, barely audible. " ... I really want this."

"I can tell." Emma gave her widest smile, and leaned down to smooch the dog on the forehead. "Would you like to kiss a while, just to get comfortable?"

"Yeah ..."

Of course she did. It was practically a first of its own. Layla's limited sexual experience meant she'd barely even smooched many girls before. Nevermind everything else she was currently doing, or working her way up to doing. Emma had to lean down nice and close just to properly kiss that pretty husky. They found their mutual mark in time. All her doubts started to melt away against the cow's warm lips. With her eyes closed, Layla sank into the overwhelming smooch, feeling that much larger muzzle overtake her own. For a moment she thought it was already starting, that she was about to sink deeper and make her slippery way towards the cow's gullet. Even when she realized that wasn't happening, her heart didn't stop pounding. A moan escaped her mouth and entered Emma's own as the two of them pressed closer, tighter, and eventually exchanged their similarly sopping wet tongues.

Emma's of course was bigger and all around more powerful. Layla could barely fit the whole thing in her mouth, so she just gave little suckles around the tip of that thick slurper. She liked the taste, and she hoped Emma liked hers right back. The more they made out, the more Layla squished herself against that great, plush form, as if to feed herself to those curves through sheer absorption. She was magnetized, uncontrollably attracted to the stupendously enticing bovine. Emma was every bit as welcoming as she appeared. Layla felt herself being hugged and so she hugged right back, squeezing as far around those fine shapes as she could reach. Which certainly wasn't all the way around. Emma's presence seemed to shift the whole centre of gravity in the room, ensuring Layla couldn't stop snuggling up, couldn't pull away, even if she wanted to. She didn't.

With so much of the husky's body already bare and on display, Emma took the opportunity to explore while they kissed. She stroked her way down Layla's spine and didn't hesitate to immodestly grip that fine round butt. Layla always knew she had a nice one - or at least that was what everyone told her. There was plenty for Emma to squeeze, to sink her fingers deep into and knead like fluffy dough. While she might not have been as impeccably shapely as Emma, she was starting to feel like it thanks to how deeply the cow examined and admired her body. It took her a while to conclude that it would be totally okay if she did it right back.

Oh, and it felt amazing to run her fingers along the hefty silhouette of that cow. No matter how much weight Emma carried, it all went right where she could use it best. That would have turned Layla on enough, but then a thought struck her. It wasn't like Emma got that big and squishable from regular food. How many people had the cow eaten over the years to build that temple of a body? She squirmed a little thinking about it, running her fingers over the fat and pudge that might have been someone she vaguely knew. Vanishing acquaintances consumed to feed the great goddess of a matronly mama cow. Layla was absolutely blazing, and not just in the sense she was blushing either. She curled her toes and twitched her tail until she outright whimpered with the growing need flexing between her thighs.

It wasn't quite sex Layla wanted. She didn't feel the need to get off, exactly. Emma felt the dog squirming and parted from their kiss to take a good look over her, and then she tipped her head to the side.

"Doing okay, sweetie? You're very wriggly. Not that I mind, of course. I like wigglers," the cow quietly cooed.

That statement carried such weight that Layla found herself all inelegantly tongue tied for her first few stammering syllables, but eventually she got there. Sort of.

"I was just ... I was hoping maybe ... not that I mind waiting, but ..."

Emma got the idea. She perked up with a little glimmer in her eye and then offered a grin. It was broader than that gentle smile she usually gave, but just as comforting. Reaching out, she placed her palm on Layla's cheek and gave a knowing nod.

"Of course, sugar. I think you know exactly what you want. Don't worry. I intend to take the best care of you that I can."

Before Layla could get in a reply, Emma started unbuttoning. Really, it was a miracle that top lasted that long, with the pastel blue fabric straining against her bust like that. The cow's breasts all but sprang forth from their confines, still wrapped up in a bra but left to jiggle much more freely right in front of Layla's face. The husky marvelled at them at first, and so Emma took the initiative. With her open top hanging about her shoulders, she softly but decisively took the husky by the head and guided that pointy muzzle directly into her cleavage. Layla found herself enveloped in calming warmth in an instant. She certainly didn't resist. Instead, she delved as deeply as she could go, until her entire head simply vanished in the space between that juicy bust. With a shuddering breath, she felt her skin get all flushed as the subtle aroma of the cow's perfume filled Layla's lungs and tickled at her senses.

She nuzzled, she licked, she kissed, she let out all that pent up lust and awe alike at once to pour over Emma's seemingly infinite cleavage. Two heavy bovine arms settled along her back and cradled her all the while. Layla felt like she could have disappeared between those gorgeous tits if she cuddled in snugly enough. The layers of her saliva were her continuous tribute to the goddess she'd so casually invited into her home. It was the best decision she'd ever made.

Eventually, she remembered she had to breathe. Had it really been that long already? She swore she'd only been squished there for a few seconds, but her lungs ached like she'd been deep-sea driving. She pulled back at last and Emma of course allowed her. The cow took to removing the last of her upper coverings while the husky doggishly panted her way back to relative steadiness. She never fully caught her breath, it seemed. There was simply too much excitement for that. The scene might have appeared tranquil, but inside she was simply exploding. She wondered how weird it would have been if she just let out a scream right then, simply to vent some of her pent-up neediness, but she stayed mostly silent. Instead, she quaked a bit, leading to Emma clicking her tongue and patting her on the head right at the moment she allowed her bra to drop to reveal those warm brown teats.

"There there, Layla." Emma tenderly caressed the husky's cheek. "Poor darling, you're a bundle of nerves. Let's get you feeling calm with a little of momma's milk, hm?"

Layla didn't even bother to nod her approval to that. She followed Emma's guidance and found herself instinctively latching on to that lovely breast. Maybe she was being a little firm about it. No, the cow didn't seem to mind, even when she started suckling rather fiercely. At least she made sure not to bite. The mention of milk wasn't just a tease. It only took a little kneading, a little licking and teasing to get that cream flowing. Layla never knew she needed such a thing so very badly. She drank deeply of the warm offering, swallowing it down in heavy, steady gulps. That became her sole focus for as long as the sweet treat kept flowing. Layla filled her belly with as much as she could get, eyes closed, listening to the affectionate murmurs coming from the cow above.

"Good girl ..."

She always liked being called that. It got her tail wagging enough to thwap the couch cushions around her. Once again she found herself reaching the limits of her body, and she had to slowly break from that teat. A slurp of her chops and she found herself locking eyes with Emma once more. Icy blue shone into chestnut brown and together they basked there in a moment unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Both of them knew. They drew closer and closer to one another, breathing slowly, steadily. There was no aggression, no force. Everything was entirely mutual until they locked their muzzles together once more. This time, deeper. Deeper still. Layla pushed a little, but she didn't have to. Emma drew her inside, clutching tightly, stroking up and down, unclasping or tugging down those last remaining garments. Her lack of outfit really had proved a good idea. It made it so much easier to fully strip her down and eat her.

It was happening. Layla knew that much. For all the anticipation, her heart hardly accelerated as she slipped past the threshold. From kiss to consumption, she slid smoothly along Emma's outstretched welcome rug of a tongue as she dived nose-first into the heat of her gullet. Inching back towards that pulsing, flexing tunnel, Layla soon found herself immersed in humid darkness. It was akin to a nice stay at a sauna, soothing her to the point of barely wanting to move. For all her squirming, once the cow was actually making a meal out of her, she found herself frozen again, locked up and entranced by the swirl of emotions and sensations alike as she squelched deeper and bulged out the cow's cheeks.

Emma liked the taste of her. The bovine woman was salivating from just the taste of Layla's smooth fur. The rich, warm liquid ran down the husky's belly in thick rivulets. The unspoken flattery made Layla want to squirm, to do anything to return her affection, but she could hardly move while so succinctly trapped against the cow's tongue. She hadn't even had time to prepare herself as a proper meal, but maybe that was the point. The cow wanted to eat her, not some gussied up meal. That thought carried her in dazed silence until she felt the first gulp. It was just a preliminary flex of peristalsis, a squeeze at the tip of her muzzle that didn't actually tug anything inside, but it still made her moan. There was no holding that back. As soon as she heard that sound, she bellowed into the darkness below with a full-bodied cry of pleasure. A sudden contraction had her close to simply cumming right that very second. Instead, she carried on, marinating in near-peaking pleasure. She soon provided Emma the wiggles she longed for.

Squirming back and forth allowed her to get caught up in rapture over the power of Emma's gullet. No matter how much Layla shook about, those gulps still kept her on track. The cow sighed her way into those first, powerful clasps of slippery throat flesh, tugging Layla's head inside. A subtle bulge in her head was the only sign of the husky's stunned muzzle. Another moan came much more muffled as the walls squished all around the dog's features, noisily kneading her straight down into the waiting chamber, one tasty inch at a time. None of it was rushed and none of it was strained. It was as smooth as smooching, as natural as breathing. Emma swallowed Layla as easily as a glass of water, humming and sometimes giving a satisfied little huff as the soft dog squished into her body in just the way she enjoyed most.

Layla did her best to be good prey while the cow so effortlessly yet lovingly consumed her. Emma groped her a little more firmly the deeper she got. She seemed especially pleased with that fine husky butt. A good, deep squeeze of both cheeks helped her get a solid grip on her dinner while she gradually gobbled that warm doggy down in heavy, kneading gulps. It was a massage all the way down. Never too tight, but just firm enough. It didn't draw the breath out of Layla's lungs but it did make her gasp plenty on her way down. She felt herself slowly shifting, tilting forward, her paws starting to leave the couch. Gravity was no longer on her side. The slow slide more and more resembled a plummet as Emma worked her way past those plush husky tits and onto Layla's round belly. The slick tunnel hugged her tight to keep it from being a freefall, but soon there was a pair of canine legs sticking straight up in the air as Emma expertly transitioned to tipping her head back and continuing her meal.

She could have finished Layla off hands free at that point, but instead she gripped those heavy thighs and made sure to draw out that swallow for as long as she could. The husky felt herself blushing on top of blushing just to know that every inch of her was worth savouring. She felt Emma's tongue working over her chest, her middle, and then right down between her thighs. A tantalizing taste of that immensely tender sex left Layla stiffening her muscles, twitching her way down. It might have been an orgasm that overtook her as the cow swallowed past her rump, or it might have simply been the enduring ecstasy that came with sinking into such a perfect host. It was one thing to be consumed, but Layla slipped and slid down towards her new purpose while absorbing the radiant desire of her predator. Every swallow reminded her just how much Emma wanted her in particular.

Part of her hoped the moment would last forever. Another part wanted nothing more than to be finished off as soon as possible so she could take up her new residence inside the cow's stomach. The latter got its wish. After framing Layla's thighs between her lips for another minute or two, slowly kneading down them with nibbly suckles and slow gulps, Emma finally had enough teasing. Hunger rumbled up like a lion's roar from deep within the great bovine's body. It was time. Ulllp went Layla's thighs, glllp went her calves, and then just one more powerful glurk for her paws and she was gone. The faint bulging silhouette of her form beneath the cow's hide settled lower, lower, worked firmly all the way by unrelenting peristalsis, and then there came the wet smek of her face touching down to the very bottom of the cow's awaiting belly. A stretch, a sag, a swell, and Layla was a rounded shape pushing out on Emma's heavy hum, expanding it into the cow's lap for her to hug and cradle while the rest of her meal touched down into that digestive chamber.

Or at least, that was what it supposedly was. Even when Layla was fully curled up inside, squished into a tight ball of fluffy canine, she didn't feel like she was in someone's stomach. It was smooth, more or less pristine, and most importantly entirely devoid of any sort of belly acids, as far as she could tell. It was a comfy place to snuggle up and relax for a while. Doing so involved lots of squirming. The chubby gal wasn't the most flexible dog in the world, so finding the right position took some time. All that writhing eventually worked up and displaced enough air to send a rocketing blast of a belch straight back up the way she descended, leaving Emma rather rudely erupting with an extended BRALLLLP across the living room. The quiet mood swiftly returned shortly after that. A steamy sigh, a potent moan, and the cow settled even lower into her seat with a broad smile of absolute bliss. She let her tongue lazily hang out amid the pleasure-soaked aftermath before just drawing it along her chops. The husky's taste lingered on her lips was a flavourful reminder of just how good her dinner had been.

That was where Emma stayed. She had the whole couch to herself, and she took advantage of it by stretching her arms out and leaning back into the cushions to sink deep into a pre-digestive rest. Not quite a nap. Her stomach didn't feel like one because it was only the first of four. That harmless place was little more than a holding chamber, though it did lightly knead around the husky's shape. Maybe it was tenderizing her a little, or maybe it was simply keeping her captive and cozy as the other processes slowly fired up. It was going to take a long while for Emma to properly digest that whole dog. She'd eaten plenty of people before, but it was always a very gradual experience. The two of them were going to remain close and intimate just like that for days, if not outright weeks. Emma was going to enjoy every single second of gurgling that lovely girl. She hoped Layla would too.

Looked like she had that apartment all to herself for a while. Emma was content to remain where she was even as the minutes turned to hours. She gently kneaded her fingers into the bulge of the husky in her first belly, massaging at the notable curves that pushed out against that hefty gut. The dog was still very much whole and faintly squirmed in response to the stimulation. She had plenty of air. Emma's slow, deep breaths ensured it, though the effort wasn't necessary. Every meal she'd ever eaten was content to bask inside her first belly for as long as it kept them. There was something almost supernaturally accommodating about the slowly squeezing place, Layla sometimes huffed, sometimes gave a little groan of pleasure while she remained there, wrapped up snug in the wet walls around her, listening to the steady heartbeat and breathing of her predator as the hours rolled past in a contented daze.

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Aside from getting up for the occasional drink of water to keep herself and her prey alike hydrated, the couch was Emma's new home for as long as Layla remained in that part of her belly. Emma's gut jiggled and sloshed about when she got up on her hooves, clomping her way around an apartment that was just a little too small for her. After that, it was right back to the couch that was her new home, just as her first gut was Layla's. They rested together, silently exchanging mutual pleasure, until sleepiness became actual sleep. It wasn't a slumber Layla wouldn't wake up from. She safely snoozed inside the cow right on to morning, though it was hard to actually tell. All was dark. She yawned and wiggled a little, and Emma rose shortly after to resume stroking and admiring the heavy shape of the big canine ever so slowly kneading closer to digestion.

Nothing had noticeably changed overnight. The husky was still whole, and Emma was still swimming in that post-meal satisfaction, even over half a day later. The constant squelching had grown louder, more frequent. Emma reached down and placed her hands upon the outline of her meal, and applied just a little pressure. Her belly certainly didn't need the help, but it was only to ease her along and push that prey deeper. For Layla, it was a strange, slimy sensation to transition from one belly to the next. For Emma, it was nostril-flaring, eye-fluttering delight to slide all that meat into the next chamber and start digesting her properly. Which wasn't to say it was anything remotely aggressive. It just more closely resembled the stomach Layla was expecting, dousing her in warm fluids, kneading inwards more insistently, soaking her up and starting the process of ever so slowly softening her.

Emma couldn't sit around forever, as much as she wished to enjoy her meal for as long as she could. She had things to do, a life to live. Eventually she reluctantly gathered up her discarded clothes and got her top back as well as she could. There was no buttoning it up around that prey-swollen gut. She was just going to have to walk around with that pleasantly distended middle fully bare and on display, wobbling and bouncing through her public life. It was plenty evident she was digesting someone, but no one would stop her. She took one last look at the newly vacated apartment and then departed through the front door to face the brisk morning. The merry bouncing of her belly all the way back down the stairs of Layla's apartment building was a fine start to her day.

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She was getting looks. That was fine with her. She looked right back. Some people quickly averted their gazes and kept on walking, while others stopped what they were doing to get caught up in admiring the well-fed bovine silently flirting with them. Maybe they'd be next. Maybe even soon. Emma's first stomach was unoccupied. There was room for more. Though she didn't feel any particular need to keep eating when she had such a filling, satisfying meal stewing away within her. Layla squirmed on, sometimes making for an audible slosh that other people surely heard. Whether it was sitting on the bus, or working behind her desk, Emma was in a constant state of letting everyone around her know that she was currently digesting someone. None of it really affected her daily schedule. She just had to move a little slower to heft all that extra weight. As the days marched on, she paid less and less attention to the morsel within her as the husky began to truly soften and change shape around her plush edges.

It was still hard for Layla to say what was happening to her exactly. She felt hazy, maybe a little dizzy, but she was definitely alive and conscious. Sometimes she tried to move a limb only to find it rather numb, and something about her body just felt different. She was always soft and malleable, but even more so after all those hours spent swimming in those mild juices. There was certainly no pain. Every moment was either vaguely pleasant or intensely pleasurable. It came in waves. Her moans came muffled through all the fat between her and the outside world, but Emma surely heard them. They were enough to distract her from her work a little, to make the bovine's lips curl into a small smile before she went back to whatever it was she was doing.

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A busy work day at the office and Emma was looking forward to relaxing. She made her way home and drew a warm bath in an oversized tub built for someone of her heft. Settling in with a long sigh was just the kind of stimulation that her internals needed to push Layla further along the way. The husky was well-kneaded, the juices had worked deeply into her fur and skin alike, but she was still entirely whole. It hardly felt like she was being digested - more like marinated, slow-cooked in the sweltering chamber that compressed around her shapes with apparent greed. The thought made her shiver, despite the heat. She gave a gasp as she sank down deeper and made the disorienting transition from one stomach to another, and the third one greeted her in earnest. A slopping, schlorping cacophony of squishy, fleshy noises and deep, grumbling rumbles announced the start of more serious digestion.

She splashed down into a hot pool of much more tingly fluids than before. At first she gave a startled whimper, but the soothing touch of the cow's internals swiftly won her over. She sank and sighed and curled up with her knees almost up to her chin. That was the only possible position she could take to keep her head above the surface. The juices bubbled up around her neck, soaking into nearly every single detail of her body, and she could feel herself actively churning up with every single passing moment. It had all just been a buildup, a preview of what was really going to happen to her. That was when she made the transition from person to food, as far as Emma was concerned. The husky started actively simmering and melting there while the cow enjoyed a good, hot soak of her own all the while. Layla pushed out on the walls to try to see if she could get a little more room to wiggle, and got a firm squeeze in response. That third gut was stronger than her.

The gradual weakening of her integrity meant she moved less and less the longer she bathed in Emma's digestive acids. They still didn't hurt. Instead, she fell deeper and deeper into bliss, knowing she was going to be part of that body she admired so very much. There was still plenty of work to be done before she was truly gone. Her body was liquefying extremely slowly, but hours of that gurgling, bubbling treatment and she still seemed mostly whole. Just weak, sleepy, utterly submissive to the hungry urges of the cow who'd devoured her. There were plenty more belches to be had throughout the rest of Emma's evening, but other than that, she carried on as normal. Another day rolled by with the husky on display for all to see, and another, another. It wasn't until Emma had carried the husky all around throughout the week that her belly started to shrink at last.

She gave it a few squeezes just to test how squishy Layla was by then. The husky had shrank and compacted into a more easily meltable form after several days of turning to a gooey semblance of herself. She slushed and slopped and splashed against the walls, but she never stopped wriggling. Those motions were faint by then, but enough to remind Emma - and herself- that she still hadn't faded completely. How, she hardly really knew. Her body ought to have ached by then, but she didn't feel hunger or thirst, merely the enduring ecstasy of joining the cow's body, of packing onto her curves and absorbing into her system to be all used up with the utmost of efficiency. A full week had passed almost to the minute by the time she finally got to experience the cow's fourth stomach. It was as far as she was going to make it while still aware.

The process of transferring to the next gut was less a matter of squeezing and more just letting her flow through the connecting tube in near-liquid form. Somehow, the husky was still thinking, still experiencing enormous pleasure while the cow started to truly claim her. It wasn't going to last. Emma's gut shrank back down to relatively normal size, though she did put on a little extra weight in the process of digesting Layla. It was nothing she couldn't hide beneath a nice, comfy sundress while she enjoyed her weekend in the sun. She basked, she perused the local shops, she went for brisk late-summer walks, all while nobody around her could even tell that she was working on fully absorbing the digested husky. Maybe some of them might have even known that husky before Emma's multi-stage digestion turned her into a diminishing lump. Layla blanked out before she truly faded, thoughtless, empty, utterly submitting to her role as Emma's weight, as fat upon that gorgeous body, and then she was just liquid nutrients for that fourth gut to drain and take for Emma's benefit.

It was as unceremonious as any other regular meal. Emma had long since stopped thinking about the husky as that cute dog she met, and more as last week's dinner. Memorable for the pleasure she brought, carried as a trophy upon the padded hips and thighs of the successful predator, but just one of many. The cow was going to keep eating, and eating, and so many more would join with her curves. She didn't even have to hunt them down. All she had to do was put herself out there, whether online or in public, and the tasty morsels found themselves struck by the urge to let her devour them whole. Maybe it was simply a matter of knowing their place in the world. Emma didn't consider it too much. She was far too busy admiring how good she looked after taking all that pudgy husky's weight for her own. There Layla was, right there on her curves, another layer packed on top of all those who came before. In Emma's mind, it was exactly where such pretty dogs belonged.