I sank my fingers into your plushy chub and playfully shook your belly, happily jiggling the soft dome of fat as it gurgles impatiently. "Sorry dear, it's too cold to get out of bed today! I'm sorry that I didn't get ya' a bite to eat, but I'd rather stay nice and warm in bed with you" I leaned forwards to kiss you once more, planting my lips against yours and letting out a soft moan of passion. "You're not upset at me, are you?" I asked in concern, my brow wrinkling uneasily as your gut growls
“Upset? Noooo..nonono…but I am quite hungry babe…so I’d appreciate you figure out a way to fix that for your favorite kitty~” I plan an affectionate kiss on your lips, followed by a threatening lick across your face. “pleeeaaasse?~”
“Yesss...see? You’re destined for this fate. Aren’t you proud to feed me? To be my future shit?~”
I pleasantly groped my gut, chuckling softly as it rumbled and groaned, glad to let it melt you down.
The loud, bassy rumble of your gastrointestinal eruption shook my fleshy prison, sending tremulous vibrations rippling across your stomach walls. As the last, lingering traces of your foul fart fades away, the thick, acrid stench of your gut suddenly takes on a new meaning for me. Despite my fear of the inevitability of my upcoming fate, I can’t help but get excited at the thought of my smooth, toned body being broken down, melted and pulverized and reduced to such a hot, bubbling mess of steaming, vile gas. Against my better judgement, I give in to my growing arousal, softly grinding my hips against your flabby stomach wall as pictures of your waste filled bowels flood my head