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Under the shade of a tree, a red kelpie canine and a green reptile marked their spot. They chatted about a TV show they’d been watching as they laid out a blanket, and set out their lunch. Kajetas put together their sandwiches while Face brought out the plates and a thermos of iced tea.

Interrupting their picnic was a stray volleyball. “Ah!” Kajetas threw his body out to the ball, preventing it from knocking into their carefully prepared setup. A group nearby shouted apologies, and he laughed, tossing it back toward them. “That was close,” he said as he sat down.

“Could’ve been a disaster!”

“Disaster? Hardly know ‘er!” Kajetas grinned watching Face’s face scrunch up in mirth.

“Anyway. Where were we…” The reptile re-entered the meal prep zone, determined to make sure they both got their meal. “Ah yes, gotta spread the bread.”

“Gonna spread your bread.”

“Pfft. Don’t do that, others would see!”

“Maybe they should!” Face winked.

“You wouldn’t.” Kajetas began applying mayonnaise to the bread, adding sliced cheese and ham, tomatoes and lettuce, and a sprinkling of seasoning.

“I might.” Face took a sip of the tea. Still cold. Perfect for a warm summery day.

“Okay, here,” Kaj finished one sandwich, pulling out more bread to start the second one,”And another thing, I really liked the scene where the Nowhere King…”

The conversation flowed easily between them. Kajetas finished both their sandwiches, and not waiting any further, took a bite out of his sandwich. The flavors mixed in such a delectable manner, making his mouth water as he chewed, humming in pleased tone.

“Hey! Wha’z’at?” Face got close, sniffing with his snoofer quite closely to the munching Kajetas and his sandwich.

“‘Ey! It’s mine! Get your own!” Kajetas pulled away, still chewing. Face was quite a bit larger than him at the moment, so he didn’t get far. His wet nose pushing into his face, pulling air through his nostrils.

“What’cha got? A snack?”

“No! You have one!” Kajetas wailed, assaulted by the red kelpie’s continued assault on him.

“Please? Snack?”

“...Fine.” Kajetas reluctactly hands out his sandwich, expecting Face to take a bite. He watches the dog’s jowls spread, tongue lolling out and drool spreading between his jaws. Face leaned forward, encompassing both the sandwich and Kajetas’s hand, up to his wrist. He gently clamps down, swishing his tongue around and tasting everything on offer.

“H-hey! That’s my hand.”

“Mmm?” Face’s ears perked up.

“Yeah you… you got my hand too!”

“Mm-mmm.”

“Give it back.”

“Hmm…” Face pulled back, Kaj’s hand now holding nothing but drool, dripping from his fingers and down his arm.

Face swished the sandwich around in his mouth, humm. Then, with barely a tilt of his head, swallowed it all down in one gulp. “Couldn’t help it if you’re so tasty,” Face said.

Kaj had watched his boyfriend, his mind thrusting imagined sights and touch of what went on inside the canine’s mouth. Seeing his throat flex, Kaj traced where he thought the food was, until he was staring at Face’s gut. He quickly turned away, cheeks burning red, as Face’s words teased him.

“That sandwich was all slicked up, and slid down so easily. Now it’s where food goes. My stomach will hold it, leak some enzymes, push it into the intestines when it’s small enough.”

“Ah… yeah…” The green lizard looked back. He felt smaller, though it was likely just Face growing a bit larger. He might’ve been menacing if Kaj wasn’t so turned on. “That’s what happens to food.”

“Mhm. Maybe… we should see if the same thing happens to you.” Face crawled over Kaj, his head brushing against his belly fur. And behind that fur, under layers of muscle and fat, was a growling stomach.

“Fuck… I’d be pretty curious…” He was pliable, and as the dog blocked out the sky and lowered down, he let himself be flattened underneath.

“Good. Rub my belly. Listen to it.”

Kajetas’s cheek was warm against his middle. His big ears could pick up the growling borborygmi, and his hands ran through the soft fur, pressing in as if to see if he could affect the soundscape. He let out a moan, but it could’ve been a whine for how quiet it was. Face’s ears picked it up though.

“Seems you might like it.”

“...I would.”

A few moments passed before Face got back up on his hands and knees. Kaj underneath him, flustered and squirming, but not knowing where to put his hands. Face knew where to put them: he opened his jaws, letting his tongue catch one of those hands, guide it inside. The lizard’s natural flavor: salty, but with an undercurrent of fruity sweetness. The other hand quickly followed suit, Kajetas pushing his arms up into the dog’s maw, exploring the many features. The not-quite-sandpaper tongue, slick with drool. The hard teeth, the fleshy palate. More came into reach as Face leaned down, until his snout was basically in the picnic blanket, his chin in Kaj’s chest.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but Face knew the lizard was enjoying the view, even with the scant lighting peaking through his jowls. After a second, he lifted himself up and looked down at the reptile, now with a spattering of drool over his head and upper body.

“Let’s get these off you.” Face’s hands worked deftly, peeling off the lizard’s shirt, and pulling off his shoes. Pants and underwear were next, leaving the reptile nude. He took a moment to appreciate his lover’s body, hands roaming over his thighs, then up his belly to his chest. His stomach reminded him that it was empty.

“Gonna eat ya now.”

Kaj was silent as his hands wrapped under his body, lifting him high above his head. The tail swayed beneath the lizard, and Face caught it in his mouth. He slurped at it, licking over it. Then he opened his mouth for the third time, and lowered Kajetas down.

His tail delved into the throat first, while his feet and legs were tasted. The smooth walls with strong muscles behind them tugged him into his boyfriends body. Looking away took an effort, but Kaj took in the sight of the park, the green grass and trees, the pleasant sun lighting up the lake. A few people on their own picnics, but he couldn’t tell if they’d seen the devouring taking place.

His body dropping further inside jerked his attention back. He groaned. His cock, fully hard and entirely inside the canine’s maw, glancing against the palate. He couldn’t shift much, held in the grasp of Face’s hands and mouth, but his hips subtly swayed in between the two. His tip kissing the roof of the dog’s mouth as he descended.

It became easier as more of him disappearing into the throat. The tube closed around his legs, sliding up his body. Uvula dragged up his thighs, its smooth surface different from the palate as it slid up his junk. Another swallow, the tongue squeezing him followed by the throat. His entire lower half now bulging out Face’s throat. His hands left him, as only his head was left outside the mouth. Soon to change.

The tongue curled around him, licking his arms and chest, smothering him in spit. Deeper. His face pressed against the palate, ground against it as all flavor was extracted forcefully from him. He moaned again. His cock throbbed in the esophagus of his boyfriend. His predator.

The tongue squeezed him again. Squishing him down as the throat pulled, getting more powerful as it gripped more of his body. The uvula rested against his cheek, the daylight glancing around the fleshy surroundings. “Please…” His voice was quiet inside, and then it went dark.

Face closed his mouth and swallowed a final time. His hand rubbed at the bulge in his shorts, the other bracing himself. The bulge in his throat travelled along his esophagus, disappearing behind his chest. His shirt began to feel tighter, riding up as his belly swelled.

Familiar enough with his prey, he knew he’d orgasmed on the way down. The muffled moans and uncontrolled jerks as his pleasure peaked brought the dog no small amount of joy and pleasure of his own. He felt he could burst, but, even though he’d no doubt leaked a tremendous amount of precum, he didn’t want to make the mess in his underwear worse.

So as Kajetas curled up in his gut, and the somewhat awkward position he held himself in gave way to relaxing, laying down on his back with his hands rubbing over his middle. His belly, half-revealed as his shirt was no longer capable of hiding it, contained the entire lizard. It glorped and sounded as pleased as he felt. His cock throbbed in its prison, begging release, but he denied it for now, just for another moment.

The wind brushed along his exposed belly fur, the occupant inside shifting a bit, getting comfortable as the stomach walls pressed inward to contain him. Face looked around at the rest of the uneaten picnic. Leftovers never hurt anyone.

He resolved to clean up their picnic now, ignoring the need in his crotch for the moment. He would bend and stretch to grab things, seal them up, and shove them into his backpack. His gut would shift and gurgle as he moved around, squeezing tighter when he bent over, or when he stretched his arms out. A nice bulging gut that he spent half the time admiring rather than cleaning up. Once the blanket and all the other uneaten food was packed away, he slung the backpack over both shoulders, and with a happy stride headed towards the public restrooms.

Like the bow of a ship, he had to take care to not bang his new girthy gut against the door, approaching it a little sideways and stretching his arms out. It was thankfully empty, but he still took a stall, wanting some extra privacy for this next bit. Latching the door closed, he felt down his shorts, his cock only half-hard. He fished it out of his musky underwear, stroking it between a few fingers and a thumb. It didn’t take long to get back to full hardness, length throbbing in his palm, thanks to the weight of his boyfriend in his stomach.

One hand now fully wrapped around his shaft, the other bracing against the wall. He began to pant, his cock drooling onto the toilet below. Not all of it landed in the bowl, some splashing on the seat or the ground. He focused on the feeling of his boyfriend. Curled up, massaged on all sides. Absolutely claimed and at his whim.

“Fuck… I’m-!” He growled and grunted as his balls began to churn up a load, his pleasure spiking. He brought his free hand and wrapped it around his growing knot, and with a few final humps into his palm, he began to cum. Fresh virile ropes surged out of his tip, splashing against the porcelain. In his lust-drunk haze, he tried to point his pulsing cock down into the toilet. The full body orgasm flexed the stomach walls against his food, grinding against Kaj, overpowering any weak squirms and pushing him down.

It felt like minutes passed until his orgasm began to wear off, the water in the toilet more semen than water. The red kelpie caught his breath. “Fuck.” He grabbed toilet paper and cleaned his shaft before it receded into his sheath. He attempted as best he could to clean the stall as well, but no doubt the musky scent would remain without proper cleaning. A final flush of the evidence, and he strode out to wash his hands.

On his way out, he offered a smile to a stranger hiding their blush. A quick “hey how ya doin’,” and he was out of there, waving his hands in the breeze since there weren’t any paper towels. With a hand on his gut, he closed his eyes and took in the sun, the fresh air. Lingering for a moment before beginning the return home. His belly shifted slightly, either from Kaj moving or his stomach walls adjusting him.

The walk through the park to the entrance was pleasant. The setting sun sent light to filter through the leaves and play on the trail. The birds chirping in the branches, flitting from one to another. His own stomach would join in with an intermittent bassy gurgle, but most of his borborygmi was quiter.

The bus station had a few others waiting, though not for long. The big dog climbed aboard and found a spot to sit. His gut spilled into his lap, and now he could rub over it with both hands. He watched the streets go by outside, panting happily, tail wagging with a light thwap against the seat next to him.

A few minutes into the bus ride, he felt a particular pressure churning in his gut. He didn’t mind it, so he ended up surprised as a loud, crass belch erupted from his throat, pushing his maw wide open. Saliva flinging from his teeth as the air expelled out of his stomach.

It seemed to last several seconds. Once Face regained control of himself, he wiped his maw clean, nodded his head at the other passengers and said, “‘Scuse me.” His belly had shrunk in volume, no longer holding as much air as before. Tighter around the trapped reptile.

When his stop came up, Face rose from the seat, again taking care to not push his belly into anything. Or anyone… but it still managed to brush past a few passengers as they departed with him. And finally, after a short walk, he arrived home. He walked through the front door, left the backpack on the counter, and immediately made for the comfy bed. He flung off his clothes and laid back on the blankets, his belly audibly sloshing from the movement, until it settled again. And with one hand behind his head, the other resting on his belly just above the navel, he closed his eyes, and started to snore.