# Hottest Night of Your Life

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

Holy shit holy shit holy SHIT!! you scream in your head. You’re grinning like an idiot, focused almost more on the past than the now. You only vaguely register the unusually heavy steps following behind you as your mind’s eye gawks over every detail it can grasp.

I can’t believe I just saw that! This was the best goddamn decision of my LIFE!

The thing that pulls you back to reality is your pants- or more accurately, what’s inside them. Twitching. Just in time, too, because a second later your new lady friend walks through her door.

You turn and can’t help but stare. Your grin grows so wide that you can’t keep your lips together. You’re not ogling her boobs or butt or anything like that, though, your eyes are dead locked on her belly. Her huge, lumpy, wriggling belly, crying out with muffled protests and pleas. Despite its ridiculously distended state, every shifting lump looks absolutely beautiful, and only accentuates every other curve on her amazing body.

She smirks back at you, and you immediately notice your heart pounding in your ears and in your pants. She’s not wasting any time, though, advancing straight toward you, sending you down onto her bed with only the silent command of her suggestive gaze.

You fall back sloppily, legs dangling half-spread off the edge, and Lucy saunters right up and rests her rumbling stomach on your lap like a pedestal.

“Oh. Feels like more than one thing struggling down there~” she teases. She must be able to feel the response from your member even over the struggles of her… meal. You can hear the power in her voice, but also a distinct sweetness. She’s been so kind and charming- cute, almost shy- for the whole date, right up to the moment she’d finally led you outside and downed another fricking human being right in front of you!

God, Lucy is SO HOT! Dating a predator is UNREAL! This is so- F U C K…

You took just that one moment, feeling the bulk of your girl’s still-wriggling food bouncing on top of your throbbing manhood in all its raw glory. But a moment is all you can bear to spend. You rip your shirt off- literally tearing it as you discard it onto the floor of her bedroom.

Lucy smirks again and giggles.

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” she all but promises. You can hear it in her voice, she’s almost as eager as you are.

Imagery swims through your head, vivid pasts and tantalizing futures. You’re not even sure how but the next moment that you return to reality she’s up on the bed with you. Her pants are gone. Your pants are gone! Underwear too!? She-

You look up to her face just in time to see your tighty-whities disappear between her lips as she claims them with a suggestive *gulp*. Eyes widening with delight, you watch the tiny bulge descend to join the much bigger one. She catches your gaze there with her hand, waving it slowly over her bare, bountiful chest and belly and then down toward her legs. They’re spread over you, one solid pillar to either side. She leans back and reaches forward around her meal, and you finally catch a glimpse of her other lips, peeking out from the shadow of her bulge as she sets her fingers to them and spreads them wide.

She takes a moment to make eye contact with you. Maybe she’s asking if you’re ready? Maybe she’s telling you to brace yourself. There’s a drive in her eyes, a desire behind that adorable smile painted on her flush face. In the end it doesn’t matter which, because you add a half-conscious nod to your array of ‘yes please’ body language.

So she reaches down with her free hand, and she touches you.

You throb hard, lightning up your spine, at the foreign sensation of her digits on your shaft. For all the brute force with which she’d shoved that dinner down her gullet, she guides you gently, lining you up, wiggling her hips as she bends her knees and-

“ooh” you breathe wordlessly.

Your tip slides into place, pressing apart her inner folds, soaking your sensitive skin instantly in her eagerness and sending little drops down your length to soak into your pubes. She takes you gently, slowly, easing herself onto you as her eyelids sink and her body quivers.

And then she drops.

Halfway inside and her approach seems to change on a dime. She releases her entire weight and falls as low as her knees will let her. You feel the slick, velvet walls of her core rush over your manhood and squeeze, her body signaling its pleasure with throbbing clenches of its own. And not just around you.

Above you, hovering between the two of you, is the third member of your ‘special night’. Lucy’s writhing belly lets leak a renewed series of muffled cries, as it clenches and groans along with her loins, squelching loudly against the food within.

The wiggling dome of smooth skin looms closer and you hear your own breathing grow louder. She leans further over you, letting her legs start to slip out from underneath, sinking lower onto your already buried shaft as your pubes start to mingle.

*guuuurgle*

You tremble. You can feel the vibration through her guts. All the way down into your crotch.

“G-God, Lucy, you’re-”

-interrupted, as her bloated gut suddenly presses down into your chest, knocking the wind out of you as she grinds her stomach into yours. And suddenly you can feel every detail. Knees, elbows, limbs, curled up tight and fighting frantically in vain against loud, rumbling walls that squish and squeeze and never let go.

She rocks herself forward, pressing the squelching mass of meat right into your face as she raises her hips, gliding her lower lips up across your quivering shaft, and then just when you start to fear for breath, she slops back down with a breathy, amorous sigh.

You gasp at the sensation, but only manage a small few huffs before she does it again. Her busy belly filling your view as it presses her breasts apart, then retreating to fill your loins with ultimate pleasure once more.

You give an extra-strong shutter. She’s rocking on top of you. Riding her dinner for some extra leverage as she presses the poor thing down into you just to slam you harder with each repetition.

The bed starts squeaking loudly, but you can hardly hear it over the unyielding soundscape of her stomach. Fluids slosh wildly as she picks up her pace, unseen forces gurgling and squelching and churning atop you, as another human being is systematically turned to mush while you fuck.

You start to squint from the sheer oppressive weight and pleasure. You feel yourself sweating from excitement and arousal and heat as you work your body hard against the unbeatable weight of your lover, pinned under the sweltering, pudgy mass of her gut as the heat of her digestion bathes you through her skin and starts to bake you.

When you glance up at her face, she’s just staring down at you, smiling wildly with red blush covering most of her expression. But most of the time your eyes are locked squarely on the churning, rolling stomach that’s molding around you.

You can still picture it vividly, perfectly in all its glorious detail. The moment where she grabbed her future meal by the arm, hoisted them up and then just shoved them down into her throat with a cut-off scream. You can still see her swallowing, gulp after gulp, filling her beautiful, bulging belly to the brim with the life of another.

You stare at that belly almost like you can see inside it. You can hear what’s happening. Feel it through her skin. All that churning and frothing. It’s killing them. Rendering them down. Dissolving them into slop and mush and it’s right there in front of you.

And even while her stomach mercilessly ends some poor sap who she’d never even met just for an easy meal, her pussy just a few feet beyond is lovingly taking you. In and out, thrust after thrust, smooth and wonderful like a heavenly symphony of sensation. With living hell right next door.

Her panting starts to join the soundscape as she works you harder. You realize she was still holding up some of her own weight only when she fully releases it and buries you in the struggling mass of her meal, almost denying you breath as she moans, thrusting faster and faster as her stomach rumbles like thunder.

Enveloped and overtaken you surrender yourself to this feminine force of nature, strained almost to breaking but grinning with absolute vigor as you thrust back up toward her with all the meager force you can muster.

You match her rhythm as your hips burn and your lungs cry out, then suddenly her pace doubles. You push your body faster in a mad dash. Her breathing is louder now, shriller. Between the two of you something is happening. Her stomach roars. The person within writhes wildly, screaming silently against the much louder crescendo of your love until finally-

*CRUNCH*

“Ahhhhhh~!”

She slams her pussy against you hard enough that you hear some part of the bed crack. As her outer body goes abruptly still, you feel her inner walls clench with passion and fury, over and over and over, gradually slower and slower, until she finally takes another breath, and then lets herself fall limp atop you.

You wiggle out of mortal necessity, just slightly out to the side so you have enough room to breathe. You can feel your chests pressing against each other as both your lungs work to help you recover. Sweat and various other juices run freely across your overlapping skin.

You don’t even know when or how many times you came, but you feel utterly spent and satisfied. Finished. Victorious. You feel the flow of cum- either hers or yours- dripping around your shaft as she continues to hold you in her warmth, the only movement now from her breathing and pounding heart.

Her belly now lies ominously still.

“*pant*! That was- *pant*- fucking amazing, Lucy- *pant*”

“Damn right- *pant*” She lifts her head just enough to look you in the eyes, still with that wild grin despite her clear exhaustion. “Fucked that one into mush.”

Your dick throbs again beyond your control as you hear those words. She feels it and gives it another good squeeze with her nethers, producing another satisfyingly wet squelch.

You beam back up at her, the two of you basking together in this feeling, the unbeatable pleasure you’re sharing, shining in the afterglow of an undeniably amazing moment.

“…Y… You’re incredible,” you breathe.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she compliments.

Her belly grumbles loudly atop you, no doubt adjusting itself to the new form of its occupant- or adjusting its occupant’s form, more likely. It was clear the unstoppable force before you yielded to nothing and no one.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you laugh.

“Any regrets?”

“Hell no! I should have dated a pred like you a long time ago!”

She giggles, vibrating against you. She looks absolutely adorable.

“Well, good,” she replies, smiling down on you. “Cause I think you’re gonna stay right here~”

She lays her head down again, right next to yours, letting the soft bed support it. You feel her shift her weight a bit as she gets comfortable.

“Shouldn’t we clean up?” you ask. You don’t want to be a buzzkill, but it’s often nice for someone to ask the practical questions. Plus, you want to be polite since it’s her room you just helped wreck. But she dismisses your concern.

“No. In the morning,” she practically yawns. You feel her lungs swell and then ebb. “Digesting and fucking can really wear a girl out.”

Your spent manhood feels a momentary resurgence at her casual response, but you don’t have much left in you to make any real showing.

“…As hot as it is, think I could maybe sleep next to you instead of under you?” you ask almost hesitantly. You’d love to spend more time pinned under that gorgeous stomach, but you’re afraid your body might give out on you.

“Hmmmm… yeah, okay. You deserve it~”

There’s an audible slosh as you feel weight shift. She starts to roll to one side, but as she does her arm comes around you, scooping you up and keeping you pressed tight. Your limp dick falls finally from the warm embrace of her womanhood, but she seems keen on keeping the rest of you quite toasty.

*guuurgle* goes her gut. You can still feel it rumble through you. Her powerful predator biology at work.

She smiles at you through half-lidded eyes before letting them close. As you admire the sheer beauty on display, you realize you’re both still lying on top of all the bedding, not underneath, but feeling the furnace of warmth radiating from her body, you decide that’s for the best.

A whole night pressed up against a sexy pred and her dinner? Yeah, sounds good to me.

“Good night, Lucy,” you whisper lovingly, thankfully, for the amazing experience she just gave you.

“Goodnight,” she hardly whispers back, already on the verge of bliss-fueled sleep.

…

You’re alerted by the thunderous sound of a wild, ripping belch, shaking the air around you. You startle awake and instinctively try to move, but you don’t have anywhere to go. The warm, slightly doughy limbs around you flex but do not yield. A strange, strong, sour odor envelopes you as you start to remember where you are. You recognize a few of the feminine curves surrounding you. You register what it is exactly that you’re smelling. Before you realize it, you’re hard again.

Lucy smacks her lips as she returns to consciousness, seeming to revel in the aftertaste. Blinking in the new light of the day, she glances at you and smiles. The next thing you know, she’s rolling over and taking you with her. She shifts onto her back and shifts you onto her front, where she finally releases you for a moment to give a big streeetch and an equally big yaaaawn.

You’re instantly captivated by her gaping maw. You take in every detail of the gullet, glistening in the fresh morning. You didn’t get a chance to really see it up close like that when she… when she swallowed her dinner last night.

You glance down, down at the belly you’re on top of. It’s almost flat! Well, not really flat, there’s a sizable layer of pudge there and you can still feel a large, semi-solid mass of something shift around beneath her skin as she flexes, but it’s nothing like the huge, wriggling mass of meat that fucked you last night.

There’s nothing you can do but gawk shamelessly. She had a whole person inside her last night, and now there’s just… nothing left. Your cock throbs helplessly against her.

“Hehe,” she giggles tiredly. “Good morning~”

Finished with her stretch, she brings her arms in around your back, legs too, pulling you into a hug and snuggling you close.

“G-g-” you can’t really seem to return her pleasantry in your suddenly flustered state.

“That was some night, huh?”

Her belly rumbles softly beneath you, as if in agreement. You can’t help but agree too.

“Y-yeah,” you reply with a growing smile.

You can’t get over it. The way she holds you there. So nice and loving. She ended someone’s life the other day inside that beautiful belly, but not you. No, you just got to lie there and watch her incredible body in action. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You’re sure nothing will ever top it. Not in a million years. You snuggle down into her warmth. You’re utterly content.

*GURGLE*

“Wha-ho,” you laugh in surprise as the tremor rumbles through you. “You can’t be hungry again already?”

She nods her head sleepily.

“Yeah, it is breakfast time,” she answers. She smiles at you some more with those beautiful, wild eyes of hers. You watch her mouth open as she starts to yawn aga-

*shlurk*!

Her arms pull forward, dragging you across her chest. Before you realize it, your head is buried in a slick mass of deep pink. You’re stunned, for a moment. That sour scent fills your nose again, stronger now.

*GULP*

The wet noise squelches hard in your ears as hot flesh forces its way around your shoulders. You jerk forward again, pulled along, deeper. It’s starting to register now. W-was she not yawning!? Was she-!?

The memory of her dinner flashes through your mind.

Mortal terror takes over in an instant and you start to struggle, but she’s still holding you, hugging you.

*GULP*

Your upper body is starting to fold over now, bending upside down, following the path of her throat as she lays there in bed, swallowing her lover down. You try to call out, try to ask her a question, to get her attention, to make any intelligible sound. But the walls of her esophagus stifle any attempt at communication. You’re reduced to nothing but heavily muffled hums and yelps as the slick flesh parts before you in another powerful:

*GULP*

Your head rushes forward and stops with a noisy splash, as you feel a thick liquid soaking into your hair. It’s just as disgusting and disorienting as the rest of what’s happening, so you don’t even fully grasp the sensation at first, not until you hear another sound:

*GUUURGLE*

You recognize that noise. You’d been hearing it all night long. While you cuddled happily with your new pred girlfriend and even in your dreams while you slept. It’s the sound of Lucy’s stomach. But now it’s coming from all around you, because you’re inside it.

*GULP*

“No! No wait! Lucy stop! Please! I love you! Stop swallowing me! Please, I-”

*GULP*

The momentary freedom of her stomach disappears as more of your body is forced inside. You feel your whole chest squeeze into the tight space, your face pressing out against a soft, yielding surface that feels terrifyingly familiar.

Just when you’re starting to really succumb to panic, you feel it. Something’s touching- something’s touching your penis! Some nimble form dances around and across your throbbing length. Warm and wet, it teases at your sensitive skin, stroking itself up and down your length, wrapping itself in a tight, exquisite embrace.

Her tongue! you realize.

She seems to give you a long moment to absorb that fact, maybe even enjoy it. Your journey into her inner depths has stopped. She holds you there, half-swallowed like the dinner before you, and weaves her tongue across your manhood with unknowable mastery. You can’t help but compare the experience to the sex you had last night and marvel at the uniquely amazing treatment this new portion of her body is providing.

Almost without meaning to, you start thrusting. She’s not really developing a rhythm, but you try anyway.

“Yes! Yes!” you try to call. This is beyond insane, but you can’t help it. She has you halfway down her throat giving you oral! You’re at your peak and back to loving her before you know it. In some barely active part of your mind, you start to think that maybe that’s all she was actually doing, giving you another wild ride the way only she possibly could.

*GULP*

You don’t finish before she finishes with you. Apparently tired of teasing with your toy, she swallows again. Your entire torso is now wrapped tightly in a vise of muscle and bone. You feel yourself curling into a ball, that characteristic fetal shape, shared by both unborn children and doomed prey alike.

The blissful grin dissolves from your face, pressed up against the slick, hot darkness.

*GULP*

“…Ahhhh~ Delicious~”

You try to squirm, but a new force suddenly comes in out of nowhere, crushing you even tighter than the stomach itself, rocking you gently back and forth. You didn’t know her long, but you recognize the gesture somehow as Lucy wraps her arms around her newly stuffed belly and squeezes happily.

*UUUURP*

You feel a gust of that sour air rush past. It’s repulsive, but the moment it’s gone you wish it would come again, now that you’re trapped in the thin, utterly stagnant atmosphere of your girlfriend’s- no, your predator’s- digestive system.

“Wow, I’m really impressed,” she giggles. “You’re almost as good a fuck as you are a meal!” It sounds almost like a genuine compliment. Maybe it is.

“Wait! Please! Let me out!” you try to yell, but the tight stomach confines leave you no room to form words. The only sounds you produce are muffled tones that sound eerily similar to what you heard coming from her belly the night past.

“Alright, upsy-daisy.”

Your world lurches, tumbles, shakes. All around you gurgles sound and juices drip as her innards adjust to a new orientation and you- her breakfast- settle down into place.

You try to call out some more. Not even sentences, sometimes not even words, just any sound to get her attention, but the only response you get is a steady *thump* as she walks along somewhere with you bound in her gut.

Reality starts to sink in for you. Those videos you’d watched online. The PSAs you’d always heard. All those warnings from friends. All the good advice that you ignored when you decided to go home with your pred date. Your beautiful, hungry, Lucy.

*clank*

The sound snaps you momentarily from your horror. Sharp and familiar. Your world lurches again. And before you have much more time to think:

*prrrrrt*!

There’s a rumble and a squelch somewhere around you- somewhere beneath you. A series of gurgles spring to life, and beyond them, you start to make out the sound of splashing. Not the splashing of your struggles in the pool of rising digestive juices, but from outside.

From down below. In a small pool of cool water. Inside a large porcelain bowl.

You listen to it, horrified into stillness for the moment. It just keeps going, on and on. You can… feel it, can’t you? You can feel her gut pumping. Shoving her last ‘guest’ out the back door. She’d sucked every morsel of good from that dinner. You’d helped fuck them into mush. And now she’s shitting them out.

And you’re taking their place.

“Agh!” you cry out. Something is starting to sting, and even though your overwhelmed mind can’t accept it, you know what that means.

“Yeah, this is the less-sexy part of being a pred,” Lucy admits to her breakfast.

*prrrrrrt*

“But what goes in has to come out.”

*plop* *plop*

“Not in one piece, though. Sorry. Thanks for a great night, though, sexy~ Hope you enjoyed yourself.”

*pssssssssss*

“Feel free to have fun in there while you can. Maybe I’ll even join in if you do~”

Have fun? … Have FUN!? I- you catch yourself from a final spiral on a sliver of hypocrisy. All you’d done last night was get off to some rando digesting in her gut. …Now it’s you.

…Why don’t I? There’s nothing else I could even… Can I even?

You wriggle about in the tight confines of her gut, trying to slip your arms around your legs. While the tight walls hold you firm, her increasingly ubiquitous juices start to work to your advantage.

You manage to slip your hand down to your crotch. It’s half submerged in digestive slop, so you’re not sure how long it will last, but… now that you think about it, the thick slime does make for a pretty appealing, maybe even exciting lubricant. You wrap your hand around your member for what’s likely the last time. It’s still rock hard- at least until Lucy’s stomach has its way. Below, you feel your predator expel the last of her last meal. It’s just you and her now…

*flush*

*fap* *fap*

“Oh! You know, I knew you were different! Most food doesn’t take me up on that offer~”

Food.

“I meant it, though.”

You feel the *thump* *thump* of her steps again, moving quickly this time. You hear the familiar creaking of her bed as she climbs back on.

“Alright, one last round, huh?” She giggles. “Not a bad way to wake up.”

You’re not sure if you hear the first one, but you certainly feel it. A shiver runs through her whole body, triggering a clench from her stomach walls. At some point you start to pick it out from her other bodily noises: a distinctly rhythmic, conscious sound. A not-so-distant, wet squelching. You can almost imagine it, her fingers diving in and out, right where your cock used to be, while you’re in here, in her stomach, where her dinner used to be.

She starts to breathe heavily. You do too- or try to anyway. There isn’t much air to breathe, and you find there’s increasingly less room for your chest to expand as her body tenses under her onslaught. Still, there’s enough room for you to wiggle your wrist, so you keep going with her.

Gradually, a chorus of sounds start to grow around you. Her heart, her lungs, her stomach and intestines, every nerve and muscle in between, all start moving in a strange, choreographed dance. It’s the symphony you heard last night, but on a whole nother, deeper level, all around you. No, not just around you. You’re a part of it, now. Or at the very least, you’re about to be.

Just like the night before, you do your best to thrust under the overwhelming pressure of Lucy’s gut, as her body runs wild with your shared pleasure. Your mind is racing. This is the most incredible, most unbelievably hot thing you’ve ever imagined! You didn’t think last night could ever be topped but- this!

You hear her breath getting shriller. You can feel how tense she is. Rising. Building. You feel an overwhelming jolt of terror but you keep going. Her own motions are practically doing your job for you at this point, clenched down by her stomach so tight you hardly even have room to blink. The juices are rising so fast. There’s so little space. They’re almost over your head. This is it! She’s going to digest you! You thrust and flex your wrist as hard as she’ll let you.

Holy shit holy shit holy SHIT!! DO IT!! CHURN ME-!!

*CRUNCH*

“Ahhhhhh~!”

…You’d love to hear more, to feel more of her body at work. But with a final, long, hungry gurgle, you’re dead.

Originally Published: 26-Mar-2025