A Day in the Fat

“Heyyy, you look like a-- hic-- predator. Wanna eat me?”

The one asking was a little rodent guy. Rat or mouse, Lucille wasn’t really sure. It was hard enough to tell them apart when she wasn’t full of alcohol. That said, she didn’t think she was that obvious of a predator. Sure, she was a big, thick hippo, but it’s not like she ate anyone at this party! Well, until now. “Shore, I’ve been dyiiiiing for a snack! You look like a tasty li’l thing.”

She lifted him right off the ground with ease, since he was only like two feet high to her five. He said, “Whoa! Easy girl, I’m-- hic-- feeling a little dizzy. By the way, my name’s Harry if you wanna hook up after this.” He gave a cheesy grin that was trying and failing to be seductive.

“Oh, um, I already have a boyfriend, but thanks anyway.” Before he could respond, and almost to end the awkward conversation, she shoved him in her mouth. He had a nice meaty flavor, not to mention the faint taste of whatever he’d been drinking. His little wriggling was almost ticklish as she suckled on him. Shortly afterwards, and easily, she swallowed him down. A single gulp was enough for his entire upper half, leaving just his legs resting on her tongue. The second one left her mouth empty except for a hairless, pink tail which quickly followed the rest.

He always liked getting swallowed, it was such a nice body massage and he didn’t have to do a thing. He figured his small size had something to do with it too, letting him fit more easily and enjoy it longer compared to some other prey guys he knew. Still though, there was always a definite end to the ride. A tighter hole squeezed him into a space that absolutely rank of alcohol, and he fell into a pile of half-digested nachos from some time ago.

“Ahhh... A nice ‘n’ cozy tum’s just the place to be after a crazy party.” He laid down across the bottom of the stomach, treating the mush as some bedding and the whole thing as a fleshy hammock. The party music and din was drowned out in here, fully replaced by the girl’s heartbeat and groaning stomach walls. It occurred to him he didn’t actually catch the girl’s name, or maybe he did, but he forgot. What did occur to him was that he should say, “Hey, girl, you should probably let me out in an hour or so. I’m supposed to hang out with my boys some after this.”

There was no response, since right after swallowing him, pretty much the moment he passed her collarbone, one of her friends started chatting her up. Not to mention such a little guy wasn’t visible from outside anyway, with her belly being the way it was. He thought about making a fuss, but he decided it would be fine. Even if she did churn him up, she’d reform him in the morning. He decided he’d just relax, close his eyes, try to rest off some of the booze for a couple hours.

*/^\*

Of course, it was hard to tell the passage of time under the influence. Harry just thanked his lucky stars he didn’t wake up with a pounding headache. Speaking of that, where was he? It was still dark. Still warm, too. Was he still in the girl’s stomach? It seemed like it could’ve been way past a couple hours. He tried to move around, but found his body unbudging. Actually, it felt like he was buried in something incredibly soft, just as warm as him. Or maybe his body just wasn’t there.

A sudden, obnoxious noise filled his senses. After a moment’s wincing, he was able to recognize the sound as like that of some old digital alarm clock, breet breet breeting someone awake. Then someone groaned and his world shifted around. The sound stopped and so did the shifting. Once again, Harry tried to figure out just where he was, but he just could not move a muscle. He could hardly feel a thing besides general warmth.

Finally, light filled his vision. That was all. He still couldn’t actually see. He did, however, hear a feminine voice say, “Ugh... Head’s pounding. Fuck, it’s time for work already...? Uuuugh...” Harry was surprised he wasn’t feeling the same, but was tentatively thankful. As she complained a bit more to herself, he started to remember where he heard the voice before. That hippo girl from the night before. Was he still in her belly? He would love to make his presence known, if he could move.

He tried to call out, Hey girl, but the voice only echoed in his head. His world moved again, lifting into the air as she presumably did. They started walking somewhere, where he ‘heard’ sounds he had a feeling he wasn’t supposed to. Did she just not feel him in there? He was going to try again to make his presence known, when he suddenly felt-- heard?-- roaring from around him. Behind him? Whichever it was, it sure sounded like a stomach.

It was confirmed when he heard Lucille say, “Yeah yeah... I’ll have to pick up some McRonald’s or something.” Why was she still hungry with me inside her, he asked himself. But the answer, hate it as he might, came to him mid-thought. It had been all night, probably 6-8 hours. Unless she had some sort of incredibly slow metabolism... he was gone. He was digested. So now he was... what, just some part of her? He wondered where. Part of him wouldn’t mind to be jiggling on her ass or boobs, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

In the long run, this wasn’t a big deal... Hopefully. Plenty of people, himself included, have been digested before. There were lots of ways to bring someone back though, it was a pretty common thing. But... it did require his predator remembering that she ate him. And it didn’t seem like she did. So he wondered just how long he’d be stuck in this... half-conscious state. He’d never stuck around long enough to experience whatever this was.

His musing was interrupted by the distinct feeling of water hitting him, which would’ve made him jump if he could move. It was landing all over him, something he could guess to be showering. Despite this he didn’t really feel wet. He wished he could see more than just light or dark. She was a pretty girl. He wished he could be seen too, because there wasn’t going to be much dating for a bunch of flab.

Once she was done, his world eventually got dark as she put on a shirt or something. More walking. Door shut. Walking. Door shut. Car start. The engine vibrated through him and he could feel the fabric gently sliding around as they drove. After some time she got to her fast food restaurant of choice and ordered what sounded like a pretty sizable breakfast. Hearing her was always weird, since it was more like vibrations through his body. He treasured the fact he could hear, at least.

When she drove away, he started to ‘hear’ and feel her chewing and swallowing. It was... unique, to say the least. Food and drink filled up the belly behind him, giving him the feeling of being forcibly stretched out. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. Especially since, once she was done, he was stuck like that. Pulled thin, gurgling and churning food just a hair away. Once again, he wished he could enjoy the experience properly.

Soon after, the car turned off and they got out. He wondered where she worked. Hopefully her shift wouldn’t be too long. That said, he still wasn’t sure what he could even do to get her attention. For all intents and purposes, from the outside, he just seemed to be a bit more padding. If she didn’t notice, neither would anyone else. He heard some doors slide open, then increasingly loud background noise. It was definitely some big building.

More walking, more doors. Then, “Oh, good morning Lucille,” someone said. Oh, so that’s her name?

“Hey boss.” Lucille responded. “Sorry if I’m a little late, woke up with a killer headache.”

“Oh, you’re fine. Not that busy yet anyhow.” The other person walked away, leaving Lucille alone again before she stepped back out into what Harry was starting to guess was a store of some kind. Grocery or general, he couldn’t tell and probably never would. She eventually settled somewhere, pressing him against some hard surface. Then he heard a polite greeting and the regular sounds of barcodes being scanned.

This went on for a completely unknowable amount of time. Despite hearing everything, it was difficult to tell just how much time was actually going by. Not to mention, he was heavily distracted by the stomach he was on constantly shifting and making loud noises like grrrOOOrrrnn... It was tantalizing, really. He started to imagine he was the one being digested, just to make the experience more sensational.

After a few hours, which he was only able to tell because he ever-so-slowly felt the digested food move on and himself contract, he suddenly heard a voice he recognized. “...probably being kept by some girl. Hi, sorry, just these things.” Pol!

Another familiar laugh and voice. “Someone’s-” BEEP “-get him event-” BEEP “-ly. Maybe I should’ve-” BEEP “-when I had the chance!” Rodney! They laughed. These were two of his friends. Hell, they were the guys he was supposed to hang out with last night. Were they talking about him?

Lucille cut in with, “That’ll be $18.97.” There was silence as Pol presumably fumbled for a payment method. Harry tried to muster together all his strength to do something. Anything. If there was ever a moment to get someone to notice him, this was his chance. After a moment he let it out, trying to move in the nearest direction he could determine as ‘forward’.

He wobbled. He felt a hand fall over him and the stomach grumble under or behind him. Then a muffled urph came from his predator. “Excuse me. Need a receipt?”

Pol said, “Nah, have a good day.” Then they were gone. He mentally slunk back into place, as nothing more than belly fat on Lucille. The most he could do was make her tummy wobble. That wasn’t going to get him anywhere at all. Especially when she just seemed to take it as a sign of hunger. After a few more customers, she got up and walked over to someone else and told them, “Hey, I’m going on lunch.”

He was back to being stretched out after that. She had gotten a sandwich, a sub to be specific, somewhere nearby. He wondered if this was all he had to look forward to from now on. Just the feeling of whatever filling her up while she went about her day. Maybe if he was lucky she’d put a hand on him, but other than that he just would hear the random noises of her day. Which went on for several more hours, with nothing as exciting as a visit by his friends.

After an unbearably long time, she was done. Harry hardly even realized until he felt the car’s engine start around him. He figured he must’ve started dozing or tuning out while she did her normal workday. As she started to drive off, a phone rang. Beep. “Heeey handsome! How was your day?” Oh right. That must be her boyfriend. ... “That’s good, yeah I just had a normal day at work, but this morning I woke up with the WORST headache. Must’ve partied too hard last night!” ... “Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t. I have plenty of room for li’l ol’ you...” ... “See you soon for dinner! Love you. Bye bye.”

Did she say... Is she going to eat him? He wondered if she’d digest him too. He hoped so. That might be his only way out. Did the machines work that way? Or would it just get him? Only one way to find out. Not that he had any control whatsoever over the situation. All he could do was listen to the engine and whatever music he could barely hear over that. If there was one thing he could appreciate is that he felt just fine. There was a sort of cozy, ambient warmth and pressure that came from being part of her.

Once again, he faded, not necessarily intentionally. He ‘jumped’ when he heard a masculine voice rather suddenly, tuning in mid-sentence. It was just lovey-dovey romance. Not his thing, although he suddenly worried about the possibility of being more permanently absorbed. Was that a thing? Or were preys that predators ‘kept’ just stuck like him, forever? Hopefully he wouldn’t have to find out.

At some point her boyfriend shifted to kissing her belly, which he could feel much more than he wanted to. His muzzle pressed against ‘him’, giving him the feeling he was being kissed, if he was made out of nothing but blubber. Harry had the strong desire to shoo him off, if he could move. This would be the time to wobble, but instead he felt like he was cringing away. Eventually he moved away on his own, leaving him to the simple, peaceful existence of fat.

After a few more minutes of whatever they were doing, finally, the ball got rolling. He heard her say, “Time for dinner!” and then a few seconds later a powerful GLULK vibrated through him. This kept up every second, like the steady beat of a song, getting louder each time. Finally, he felt him. His head entered her belly, already almost the size of her stomach, but when his shoulders came in... Oh god.

If he was stretched before, this was far beyond that. All at once, he felt like he was laying on someone’s stuffed belly while also having that stuffed belly. And at the same time he felt like there was a finite limit to his ability to stretch, like a thinning layer of rubber. But he just. Kept. Going. He knew he was a small guy, but how big was this guy? He could hardly tell, let alone his species. In reality he was probably a similar size to her, likely bigger. But he just felt like he was going to burst, even though there was no way she would.

After the longest minute ever, the endless expansion ended. Harry mentally groaned with each and every movement, but at least he wasn’t being stretched much more. It felt like he was pulled around her belly like a towel. But then ‘he’ shuddered and a loud BOOOOWURP shook him too, relieving some of the pressure. Hands suddenly grabbed him somewhere unclear, but the rubbing they gave felt almost blissful. “You’re always so yummy, Sam... Now won’t you be good and melt for me?”

Sam. That must be... her boyfriend’s name. Good to know for when he’d be talking to him in a while. Unfortunately, right now, he felt like he was caught in the most awkward threesome possible. He could feel them... both. On one hand it felt like he was in her belly again, but on the other hand, he felt like Sam was in his belly... somehow. Not that he’d ever tried that before. It was overwhelming, really, especially with how much enjoyment they were getting out of it. He could hardly resist riding their pleasure.

He spent the rest of the evening, if it was that, somewhat delirious. All the movement from both sides was ruining his ability to think even if some more instinctive part of him knew he needed to get out. Nothing to do about that until the other guy was slurry. He could feel him getting softer, but it was a slow, agonizing process. For Harry, at least. Sam was clearly, loudly enjoying himself even as he became more and more a soupy mess.

The only major checkpoint in all of this was his world turning 90 degrees. He bounced a little too, and he heard her boyfriend slosh around him. “Sounds like you’re all worn out, hon. Now you’re all mine... But I’ll see you in the morning.” Her lips pressed against him, against him, and then she laid back down. Within a minute, she was out like a light, her snoring rumbling through Harry. Sam was well gone at this point, even if not absorbed enough to join him in his weird pseudo-existence. So he would just have to wait.

*/^\*

Sam woke up dreamily some time later. He wasn’t solid anymore, but he wasn’t just chyme pumping through his girlfriend’s intestines either. No, he could tell from the weightless, warm feeling that he was a layer of pudge somewhere on her. It was still always hard to tell where. But he could tell from the light coming in that it must be morning. She was still snoring but he said anyway, or thought aloud, Good morning sweetie. Not that she could hear him in here. But he’d be out there soon enough.

What he wasn’t familiar with was a masculine voice responding (in his mind?). It said, Good mornin’ to you too, sleepin’ beauty. Sam, right?

Sam wasn’t sure what to think of that. Was... someone else here? Is someone else there?

Yeah. I am. I’ve been here over a day!

Over a day? Was she keeping him here for a reason? He’d never encountered that situation before. He knew she ate other people sometimes, but they were usually reformed and gone before he ever saw them. Why... Why are you still here?

The dumb bitch forgot about me! She ate me at this party but she was too drunk to spit me out when she was supposed to and didn’t remember to reform me in the morning!

Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about!

Harry took a mental breath. He didn’t want to piss off his only ticket out. S-Sorry, look, she’s a nice girl. But I’ve got a life to live y’know? I don’t wanna just be hippo fat forever.

Sam took the plea under consideration. If he had been there since yesterday, he must’ve felt every bit of her eating him earlier... There was something about the thought that was appealing. He felt a little bad for him, but he was kinda rude and the thought of having a very teasable, helpless passenger was a tempting one.

They both acutely felt their world shake as Lucille stretched and yawned. She got up slowly, pulling herself back so she was still resting against the back of the bed. Then she reached down and gripped her belly saying, “Good morning, hon...” Sam ‘heard’ Harry shiver, realizing he must be on her belly somewhere. Although that wasn’t where he was. Lucille continued, “Or maybe you’re up here?” and fondled one of her boobs, which he felt acutely. He mentally smiled, enjoying her touch. “Well... I suppose you can join me for breakfast.”

Wait, she has a reformation machine in her house? He heard Harry ask, rather loudly.

What? No, she’s just picked up a little bit of magic just for me. I’m a regular meal, you see.

Harry mentally cursed. This meant he really was at the mercy of Sam telling her to reform him. Look... You’re going to tell her, right? I’ll pay you back! ...Once I replace my cards...

A greater warmth was starting to envelop Sam, one that felt like it was trying to pull him out of the soft, pillowy world he was part of. The last thing he thought aloud was Eh... Don’t worry. You won’t be hippo fat forever. And then he, or his consciousness, faded.

Thank you Sam, you won’t regret it! My name is Harry, by the way. Sam? Sam? Was he gone? There was no way to tell who was with him or not besides the disembodied voice of his former ‘roommate’. If he was still there, he wasn’t talking. But he was... probably out, right? So he would be out of there soon too?

Sam woke up in a much cooler spot, although admittedly still soft. He was laying down in bed, right next to his girlfriend who was smiling at him sweetly. “You always look so well-rested when I bring you back,” she said. He smiled back, looking at her, then shifting his focus towards her belly. Smooth like a dome, no sign anyone was inside. “What is it? You want to be breakfast too~?”

“No... Just admiring.” Unless that was a weird hallucination, that other guy must still be in there. He reached for her tummy, pinching it and jiggling it around a bit. She giggled and complained, swatting away his hand. There really was no way to tell that he was part of her. That must be what he looked like from outside, the thought of which flustered him. “You really can’t feel me in there? When I’m all digested, I mean.”

“Hmm... Nope! Just another layer of pudge on my body.” She said this remarkably casually, like it was nothing at all. “Although, I think you’re making me put on weight too fast! You’re no garden salad.”

He laughed at that. “Well, maybe if you’d stop eating other people too?”

“Come onnnn, I haven’t eaten anyone since that guy last weekend!” Sam laughed even harder. She really didn’t remember. “What’s so funny?!”

“Nothing, it’s nothing... I mean, I’ll tell you some other time. For now, I’ll go make you a big breakfast to make up for me!” She rolled her eyes and pushed him off the bed. He got up and walked out, still chuckling to himself, leaving Lucille alone to browse her phone.

Harry overheard the entire conversation. That... that fucker! He couldn’t believe he didn’t tell her. How much longer was he going to have to bear being just... flab? Another unnoticeable layer on an already chubby hippo? Not even his friends could find him. The only person who knew where he was wasn’t telling anyone else for the moment... And who knew when she’d eat someone else. Hopefully soon, but it could be days. Or weeks? Months? ...Years? He’d give Sam a piece of his mind next time she digested him. He finally let out all of his frustration at once, ‘yelling’ as loud as he could.

Lucille rubbed her belly as it grumbled.