Ty unzipped his pants and let his belt hang free from the couch. He slid his pants down slightly, allowing his massive bulge to be released from the constricting denim. With his newfound freedom, Ty stuck out his tongue and moaned loudly. He was not getting fellatio from his feline companion, X. If one were to look at the scene, one’d wonder where X had gone. But the answer was right there around Ty’s waistline. Replacing the tight abdominals Ty normally sported was a watermelon-sized protrusion that stretched out his musculature. Normally when Ty sported a belly this large, it was during one of his cheat meals. Instead, his meal was none other than X along with some ice cream he had previously.

Ty put a possessive finger over the mound of engorged flesh that lay on top of him. He could feel X shift and squirm as he made himself comfortable. X had been in there for at least 15 minutes, so he was well acquainted with the space.

“BUUARP!” Ty belched then place an open-faced palm onto the apex of his gut. “You doing alright in there?” No response came.

Meanwhile from the interior, X was well content with his new environs. Sure, it was sticky from the ice cream Ty consumed earlier but he found the constriction of Ty’s muscular stomach a comfort. Even though the fur exterior to Ty’s stomach was a warm rug to snuggle against, the stomach walls that currently hugged him felt like a slick sleeping bag contracting and expanding around him. X let out a purr to himself happy with this new development.

Ty was beginning to worry about the silence. He could still feel movement, but it felt…stiller. Was that a kick or was Ty’s intestine moving his feline friend to the next part of his digestive system. “Ugh dude, you, ok?” Ty asked again.

This time pressing more firmly into his solid abdominal sac. Still more silence. Ty began to panic internally. If X was perceptive, he’d notice Ty’s heartbeat begin to accelerate. He began wondering what to do if his friend was unconscious. He did belch loudly earlier, that must have been a lot of breathable air released so callously. Did he remember to breathe some back in? What an idiot! He forgot to get some antacids before pulling this stunt. Ty never really had someone who willingly wanted to be his prey. He rarely kept his prey in his gut for this long.

As these thoughts spiraled through his head, Ty sat up from his comfortable supine position. The sudden shift in gravity caused X to jolt out of his comfortable trance. “Ugh, Ty? What are you doing?” he asked more to himself than to Ty.

Ty placed his two large hands underneath his swollen belly. It felt like he was carrying a wrecking ball as he began to lift. Once he felt the weight of his stomach rise to his chest he dropped it, causing X to experience a sort of free fall. Ty repeated this process over and over while yelling “Dude! Wake up!”. With all this activity, X began to flail his limbs wildly trying to ground himself in this unstable environment. As he struggled, he yelled. “I’m up!”

Ty stopped after getting the response he wanted. Relief flooded onto his face as he shifted into a more comfortable position for them both. “What was that?” X asked more curious than irked.

Ty was still controlling the flood of adrenaline coursing through his system. He spoke quickly but loud enough for X to hear. “I was so worried man! You were so still, and you didn’t say anything! I thought you were knocked out or dead!”

“I’m not dead,” X said flatly.

“I know you’re not dead…now,” Ty responded a little peeved over the lack of concern over X’s own well-being. “You know what, maybe this was a bad idea. You’ve been in there for long enough and I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know what type of pred you are looking for, but I don’t think I am the right one for you.”

X didn’t say anything leaving Ty afraid the lack of oxygen caused his friend brain damage. “I’m fine.” X finally said.

“I think that’s the lack of O2 dude,” Ty responded. “Don’t sweat it, I’ll barf you out.”

“No, don’t,” X said.

Ty didn’t listen, sticking his fingers into the back of his throat to trigger his gag reflex. X could feel the heaves from within and did the best thing he could come up with. He spread his body out like a starfish and used his claws to dig into the sides of Ty’s stomach. As Ty heaved and coughed, X didn’t bulge. He was however causing tiny tears in Ty’s stomach. On one aggressive heave, Ty yelped and clutched his stomach.
“OW! What the hell are you doing dude?” Ty asked as he tried rubbing the pain X was causing. X looked down at his palms. Despite how dark the gastric chamber was, he could feel the warm scarlet bleeding onto his hands.

“Ty, I’m sorry I caused you pain,” X said in his monotone though Ty could sense X was trying to inflect some emotion into his voice. “You are not a bad pred. You are a soft pred.” As the pain subsided Ty looked down at his stomach wondering what X was talking about.“You cared enough about me that you wanted to throw me up. You are better than a lot of preds out there.” X elaborated.

“Isn’t that what any decent person would do? In this sitch anyways.” Ty asked rhetorically.

“I haven’t seen that happen a lot,” X said.

“Well, if you want to stay in there so much. What do you want me to do?” Ty asked still irritated by X’s persistence and the internal pain he caused but still wishing to act like a “soft pred”.
X thought for a moment. Cuddling in the warm moist sleeping bag that was Ty’s inner lining was what he desired greatly but staying that still made Ty worried and he didn’t want to make his yellow guardian stressed.

“What do you want to do?” X asked throwing the question back onto Ty.

“I want to let you out,” Ty said plainly.

“Besides that.”

Ty’s stomach let out a slight growl. The golden retriever became Clifford the big red dog as he bashfully tried to ignore his stomach’s call.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” X said with his characteristic monotone, but Ty interpreted it as with judgment.

“I don’t like my appetite sometimes. Like I like to eat big when I can cheat and I like to feel full, but I don’t want to lose my abs to do it.”

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” X said repeating the question.

“Like no offense dude, but a pint of ice cream and…you, aren’t the biggest meal I’ve had,” Ty said slightly ashamed while rubbing the back of his head.

“It’s fine, just find another cat to eat,” X said as if this was an obvious solution.

“NO!” Ty exclaimed already having a bellyful with one cat hanging from his hips. “It’s fine, I can manage myself until I let you out.”

X wanted Ty to embrace his pred side though. He could tell Ty was having fun acting like a big strong pred when X was alright, and he was alright now. This could help him with the current wave of negative emotions he could tell Ty is experiencing.

“Can you do that belly drop thing again?” X asked.

Ty paused but shrugged his shoulders to himself. What’s the worst that could happen?

Ty stood up allowing X’s weight to sag Ty’s gut downwards slightly. Still because of how lean the golden retriever was X stuck out from X’s frame more than swung low. With as much of X as Ty could grab, Ty heaved up bringing the wrecking ball up to his chest like before. After a dramatic pause, Ty released causing him to instinctually bend his knees to brace for impact. From inside the belly, X felt that familiar sense of free fall again as the liquids in Ty’s gut floated briefly before splashing down. Now prepared for this outcome, X couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You want to go again?” Ty asked, hearing the amusement in X’s reaction. Ty felt X shove a fist against his stomach. As the imprint of a hand emerged from under his fur, he could see the familiar thumbs-up of approval.

Ty shrugged again but smiled. X was into this huh? Let’s make it big. Ty took some deep breaths allowing his muscles to relax while inflating his stomach slightly to maximize the volume. He felt like a yoga ball gulping in breaths and pressurizing an already stretched-out organ. But Ty was always about showboating, and he wanted to give X a show. With his belly properly expanded, Ty heaved again, this time straining to keep the air in. X for his part could only vaguely sense the chamber he was in has gotten larger, but he could tell something about this drop was different. Ty raised his heavy stomach higher and higher going past his pecs to his chin. It wasn’t easy. The air looking for an escape almost flooded out as a belch. With his cheeks puffed, Ty was at his breaking point. He tried breathing through his nose to help relax further, to allow his stomach to have a perfect drop.

X waited for the drop. It didn’t come after 1 second. It didn’t come after 5 seconds. It didn’t even come at 10 seconds. What was taking so long? Ty eventually reached his limit, feeling a gust of air rush up his throat. At that moment, he released sending X downwards. Because of the extra space and height, X didn’t feel himself hitting the roof of Ty’s stomach like before. He felt like he was floating in the void. While this descent felt like an eternity in X’s heightened state the drop was dramatically short for Ty. In less than 5 seconds, Ty could feel the base of his globular gut hit his kneecaps but that wasn’t all. Because of the dense mass that was X, the bottom part of Ty’s stomach extended further downwards almost touching the floor. Upon ricocheting against the bottom wall, X felt himself propel back up like he was hitting a trampoline. Meanwhile, Ty felt as his gut lurched back upwards bringing along all the gas Ty gulped down back up his throat. With all this pressure released, Ty did the only thing he could do: release.

“OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!”

Ty’s interior chambers rattled as violently as his external ones. X felt like he was in the middle of an earthquake with all the vibrations occurring within the stomach muscles. Ty meanwhile felt like he was near a bomb drop with the noise and rattling that was occurring inside his apartment. After a lengthy 20 seconds, Ty felt winded, like he hiked up the Everest he tried to set up with his gut drop.
The only appropriate reaction to such an eruption was quiet. Ty was still, exhausted by keeping all that air in (and releasing it all at once). X meanwhile was still again. “Ugh, dude? Please don’t tell me you died in there.” Ty said prodding his gut. Ty felt his belly rumble again but not from hunger or discomfort. Alongside the shaking, he could hear… laughter? Instead of a slight chuckle, it was a full-on guffaw. That doesn’t seem right. X has never done that before. Ty smiled to himself, worn but satisfied with his effort. Once X caught his own breath he responded.

“I’m not dead,” X reassured returning to his monotone. “That was fun.” Ty grinned widely and patted what he thought was X’s head.

“Ty, why are you patting my butt?” X asked oblivious to the gesture of kindness. Ty just sighed and continued petting. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

The two could have shared a warm moment together after all this merriment. But Ty felt a different vibration. Not from his core but from his rear. Realizing his phone was still in his pocket, Ty pulled it out looked at the screen then immediately dropped it on the ground.

“Ugh Ty, you, ok? You know I’m ok right?” X asked sensing something was wrong.

Ty mumbled to himself immediately trying to fling his pants off and rush to his closet.

“Everything alright?” X asked again this time catching his attention.

“Shit dude! I’m gonna be late!” Ty exclaimed!

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I may be shooting myself in the foot by not making this part the final part, but I honestly have been having a lot of fun writing this story line despite how hectic my schedule is. For those who have been waiting patiently I hope this satisfies your hunger from the part prior. As usual thanks to  xDatax for his always flattering depictions of Ty!