Morning-after digestion wmv
As you savored the fruits of your predatory desires, your belly swelled to almost bursting point. The warmth of your stomach and the gentle churning of your digestive juices lulled your helpless captive into a state of blissful submission. Morning broke, and yet you remained undisturbed in your post-orgiatic slumber.
Your prey lay dormant within your gastric juices, content in the knowledge that they would soon be broken down into their constituent elements. They drifted in and out of consciousness, their last moments on this mortal coil spent in close proximity to their soon-to-be executioner.
Slowly but surely, the morning wore on. The sun began to rise, casting its golden rays of light across your naked form. Your belly, still distended from the night's indulgence, glistened under the warm glow of the sun's rays. The world around you faded into insignificance as you basked in the aftermath of your gluttonous feast.
Without even opening your eyes, you reached out to stroke your swollen belly, tracing the outline of your helpless captive with your fingers. The soft squelching of their flesh beneath your touch was oddly satisfying, and you found yourself relishing the sensation.
As the morning wore on, the prey within began to weaken. Their struggles grew less frequent, their cries of despair fading into the background noise of your digestive system. With a contented sigh, you rolled over, your bloated belly leading the way.
Your prey's last moments were spent bobbing up and down in your stomach as you moved, their eyes fixed on the ceiling as they watched the world spinning above them. A gentle rumble emanated from your belly, echoing through the house and announcing to all within earshot that you were about to enjoy a leisurely breakfast.
And so, the day wore on. Your belly continued to swell and deflate in time with your breathing, the steady rhythm of your digestion providing a soothing background melody to your morning routine. As the hours wore on, your prey's struggles became less frequent, and eventually, they ceased altogether.
With a satisfied smile, you rose from your bed, your belly still distended from the meal you had consumed the night before. You headed towards the kitchen, your newly acquired bulk swaying gently from side to side with each step. The world was your oyster, and you were ready to take on the day.
