She never once regarded you with anything other than the same, unchanging smile along with that “look” in her eyes. “Look” - even if spoken, it would be pronounced as if in quotation marks. It was one of those gazes that told stories, could fill volumes. In it, you could tell instantly how she saw you and felt about you; how her kind saw and felt about you. Still, you somehow knew, even now it was without doubt plastered on her face the same as it was when you were in a better position to see it.

The word “caught” had been one of your top 10 most thought of words, as is the case with most creatures of your type. It was a nebulous concept, “caught”. You didn’t want to get “caught”, you thought about the things that would happen if you got “caught”, nearly everything you did was in an effort not to get “caught”, and you knew that if you were “caught” then that was the “end”. But never had the concept been more real of confronting than…well, where to begin? It certainly was made more clear when you were squirming desperately in her arms as she carried you back to her home. Her grip was strong (or perhaps you were weak) and it didn’t seem to inconvenience her much. She didn’t even really seem to notice; didn’t react or even have to tighten her grip on you as if you might slip away otherwise. This didn’t seem to be the first time she had done this as she knew exactly how to hold you against her in such a way that ensured you were securely in her grasp even as she walked through streets full of distractions.

She held you facing away, towards where she was going like some sort of first person POV shot, save for the fact that she held you against her chest/belly so your lines of sight did not align. Again, this was probably for a good reason as that’s where she could hold you more effectively so as to prevent you from having any success with your fitful wiggling against her. Though practical, it seemed to also have a rather enjoyable (for her, that is) side effect. She appeared very pleased to have you so tightly pressed up against her stomach. Every step would squeeze you just a bit tighter, the rhythmic walking movements making it easy to surreptitiously rub you up and down against her belly, which she did for almost all of the walk once she had gotten enough momentum going. Every so often you could feel as much as hear her stomach growl behind you, her tummy vibrating against your back. The almost innocently unintentional-seeming rubbing would increase for a moment afterward, the wolf letting out a happy little voiced sigh of “Haaaaaaaa”. It was as if she was silently responding to her belly’s complaint - “Be patient - I have food right here. You’ll be full in just a little bit!” as she squeezed you tighter against her stomach, offering proof of future nourishment.

You knew what “caught” meant then. It was no long nebulous, it was real - you had been CAUGHT. Everything you had spent your life thinking about was now set in motion and unavoidable. Like a prisoner being transferred; you feel the fresh air, but it is tainted with unfreedom. Even the sunshine and sound of the birds is different - they are there, but no longer available to you as they were before. You might as well already have been in her belly; the world had already moved on and left you behind. But, there was much more you would have to endure. You were officially no longer a person, not that you were much of one to begin with but now, even that was stripped away - you were merely food waiting to be eaten. You knew that would be the end result, it would have to be. The only question was how long it would take and what would be done to you in between.

The moment she neared her house, something inside you freaked out and it was quick to show itself. How exactly you knew this building was her destination you couldn’t say but something about it set off alarm bells. Your increased struggling came complete with unintentional vocalizations, the air escaping from your lungs being given pitch and timbre. It was not lost on her, as she giggled quietly.

“Almost home, little one.”

She gave you another tight squeeze, showing you exactly where your “home” would be. The building you somehow understood to be hers was a jarringly frightening sight. This would most definitely be the place where you would be eaten. Of course she was taking you back to her home to eat you, that was a given. I mean, it could have been a dentist’s office for all you knew but something inside told you this was where your fate lied. The last location you would witness would be the inside of your predator’s home. Your first glance had been your own home, your last would be hers. It was like being led to the execution chamber - you knew what was going to happen in there. It was just as guilty as she was.

Your last minute fantasies notwithstanding, she had absolutely no trouble opening her front door with you in tow. She even closed and triple locked it with one hand, another sign of her experience, training, or both. She knew locking it wasn’t necessary; she knew you weren’t escaping. She just enjoyed the theatrics of it; how their eyes widen when they hear the sound (you were no exception). It’s just a satisfying thing to do; the door closing means “I have won, you are mine”; the door locking means “and I mean it”. They don’t know how to work locks, they never do. And it’s not like they could figure it out while scared out of their minds and about to be gobbled up by a wolf lady. Those being chased by a hungry wolf do not behave rationally, as you know all too well by now. Her ear flicked at whatever you said next in panic, something like “Please let me go” or what have you. She smiled and chose to respond by squeezing you tight and rubbing you gently up and down her belly, the false innocence in it being “unintentional” now completely gone. It was like she was saying “Look - I’m doing it on purpose and I always was! You feel good against my belly; why wouldn’t I do this?”

Her giggles felt like Morse code pulses into your back that perhaps even spelled out “i m going 2 eat u”. If the thought occurred to her, she might have even studied Morse just so she could do that (and then immediately tell you what she had just done). For now, though, she was content to simply rub you against herself with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

“Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Her moan sent another wave of vibrations through your body.

“Heh. Look at how nicely you’ll fit in there.”

She wiggled you around a bit, pushing you further down so that you were contained within the outline of her midsection. She was right - you did indeed fit nicely within the shape. You would probably be curled up a little, her actual stomach being smaller than her torso but still you were indeed just the right size.

“That was one of the first things I noticed about you; you’re a perfect fit for me.”

She giggled again, the same faux Morse letters.

“When I thought that, I couldn’t wait to hold you against my belly to see…”

She held you tightly enough to stop your squirming, showing that she could have done so at any point but chose not to. She was in control, and she wanted even to control the way you moved against her. She began moving you again, in a circular motion against her soft tummy. Another happy sigh…

“It’s nice to get what you want.”

After a few more content moments, she ventured further into the last place you would ever be conscious of being. Aside from her belly, of course. She carried you into the kitchen, the soft padded steps of wolf paws on carpeting giving way to more audible slaps on hard tiling. Even if not in your current predicament, you would certainly not be keen on observing the items kept in a predator’s kitchen. Of course, you couldn’t help but catch glances at things you fought to forget just as hard as you fought for escape. A full bookshelf with titles you pretended not to understand but knew full well what they contained…cooking vessels of a size that would be rather inconvenient for pasta but just right for…a rack of spices and seasonings (in various states of fullness, all of them seemingly recently replaced but already well used)…

This was all in passing, however, as her destination was a cupboard on the far side of the room. With the same single-hand-deftness, she opened the door that produced an identical squeak being closed as it gave upon being opened. She had removed something from the shelf so quickly, you weren’t even allowed a glimpse inside for which you were quite thankful. She fooled with some packaging before producing something she stretched open with her fingers (you still couldn’t see what it was).

“Now…” she began while using her other hand to hold your back paws together, lining your ankles up with each other “as fun as you were to chase down…I’ve already won, and we’ve established that.”

You suddenly felt something being pushed onto your feet and rolled upwards until it snugged tightly into place around your ankles, holding them in place. You realized what it was when your legs were immobilized.

“Not that there was really any doubt.”

She giggled again as she gripped your arms together and an identical one was slipped around your wrists, rendering your arms and hands useless as well.

“But you’re mine now like it or not, and I’m gonna gobble you up like the big bad wolf that I am. And we don’t need you attempting any kind of Houdini escape attempts.”

Now completely immobilized, she had no trouble setting you down onto a surface that surprised you on first touch. What surprised you was how warm it was. It was then that you realized she hadn’t put you down on the counter like you had initially figured. She had, in fact, set you down on some kind of deep platter that had a black cord running from the back of it into an outlet on level with the counter. It was very warm, pleasantly so (at least, it would have been pleasant on any other occasion) and seemed to be calibrated to be just warm enough so as to not be too hot and cause discomfort. Your confused glances in all directions as you tried to gather at least a little information on where you had been placed amused her, and you were rewarded with another little giggle.

“You like it? It’s called a Prey Warmer™. The guy who invented it is a millionaire now; everyone has one. You should see the commercials - they use one of you little guys to demonstrate. It warms you up nice and toasty, kinda like an oven. But it doesn’t get very hot; nobody likes burnt fur. It just warms you so that when we nom you up, it’s like you’re a nice tall mug of hot chocolate or something. It’s great! Guy that invented it was a cat; pfft, go figure. Felines.”

This was not exactly the quantity of information you were looking for. Your survival instincts simply wanted to know if you were going to be burned or die or something along those lines. You certainly did not want that detailed of an explanation, nor did that answer particularly suit you. Your newly renewed squirms of desperation were severely (and intentionally) hindered by the bindings she had put on your ankles and wrists. With all your strength, the only thing you could offer was a little wiggle that made you look like a worm. She found this to be exceedingly funny and amusing; your desperation was greeted by a flurry of giggles.

“Aww, look at you wiggle! Not a fan, huh? Well, I’m sure the warmth is quite nice on a chilly fall day like this, but the reason you’re being warmed up maybe not so much, hmm?”

She had very succinctly hit the nail on the head. You couldn’t have put it better yourself. She giggled again at your continuing squirms.

“Well, don’t worry sweetie. Those bindings are edible; I’m gonna eat you in them. They dissolve, so most likely by the time you slide into my belly, they’ll be gone so you can wiggle and squirm all you want every which way.”

Again, not quite the reassurance you were looking for. Perhaps she doesn’t understand the concept of “reassurance”. She watched you for a few more seconds, soaking in the sight of you helplessly wiggling in front of her. She gave a good, deep breath as her chest swelled slightly with the wonderful feeling of dominance. You were hers, and she had you all to herself. With a wide smile and one of those blinks that communicates, she turned away from you and began clearing things off of the opposite section of counter. She was that confident in her ownership/possession of you, that you were securely trapped and couldn’t escape the contraption you were in let alone the house. There was no lid, even - nothing to hold you in place. She was fine turning her back while not even holding you anymore, not even locking you or sealing you in place somehow, perfectly confident that your binds would render you unable to escape.

And, indeed, she was right - no matter how much you squirmed and fought, you were stuck exactly where she wanted you to be. This thing was without doubt designed with that very idea in mind. Perhaps, one might ponder, the device itself came with the bindings but that certainly was not on your list of pondering possibilities at the moment. All you could do was wiggle, desperately believing that the next thrust forward or backward could succeed in getting you over the raised lip edge of this terrible device (despite the fact that it was most likely a physically impossible feat). You weren’t sure what she was doing but at least a few times, you noticed her stealing little glances in your direction. She was far too confident in her control over you for it to be checking to make sure you weren’t somehow becoming more effective in your escape attempts. The more effort you put into escaping, the less likely it became as all it managed to do was tire you out.

Suddenly, after what could have only been around 10 minutes, she started towards you again with that same smile on her face. Panic set in strong as you could only imagine what she was planning on doing next. Your body jolted in what would have been a leap 40 feet in the air if you weren’t so well bound when she laid her paws on your shoulder and side of your stomach. Her giggle at this had somewhat of a Doppler effect as she flipped you over onto your back. You could practically hear a “tsssssss” of the other side of your body making contact with the warm surface, obviously not nearly hot enough to actually cause such a noise. But the feeling was strange and, if in any other circumstance, would actually be quite nice. She was quite on point with her earlier explanation - you felt very much like you were floating in a mug full of hot chocolate.

“There we go; have to make sure you’re toasted up nice and evenly. Heh, might have to slather butter all over ya before I eat you! You’re like a sentient little English muffin or something.”

She chuckled at her joke; predator humor was a strange subject indeed. It was real; this wolf lady was actually toasting you up so as to make her meal of you that much more enjoyable. She had flat out said it; it wasn’t like she had tried to pick you up and her grip slipped or something…I mean come on, man. Seriously. At this point, your worm-wiggling had drained quite a bit of energy and your attempts at escape were lackluster at best. You had less control over your movements, now being on your back, and you had slowed quite a bit. She returned to whatever she had been doing while she waited for your other side to be “done”. And when that side was “done”…everyone knows what happens to toast once it’s “done”. You had actually described yourself as that word in your own head - “toast”. Your brain didn’t play games at a moment like this; it had simply referred to itself as what you most resembled. At the moment, you couldn’t be less like a breakfast food…and even your subconscious agrees, no matter how much it doesn’t want it to be so.

The second set of 10 minutes dragged on for what seemed like hours of trying desperately to harness the required energy to push yourself up out of this infernal contraption. Of course, what you would do when/if you succeeded was a different story. The fall from the counter would definitely hurt, especially considering how tightly bound you were. That also raises the question of what the next step would be once you painfully smacked into the tiled floor. Did the 5 second rule apply to preys? Your brain had started calculating - how many seconds, approximately, was she from where you would be once you landed? 3? How quickly does she walk? Would she walk or run? While your brain was doing these mental gymnastics, her shadow fell over you as she blocked out the halogen light shrouding you in darkness, although not rendering you invisible as you might have hoped. Standing over you, she took a long, drawn out inhale through her nose; she held it in for several seconds with her eyes closed before exhaling with a moaning “mmmmmm”.

“Mmm…you smell delicious. The whole house probably smells like that now; I might have a few neighbors drop by after I’ve already eaten you, asking if they can join me for breakfast!”

She giggled again; she found herself to be quite the comedian, it seemed. She reached out and felt at your body, brushing against your tummy and poking here and there at your shoulders and arms. A sour feeling pulsed through your heart when you realized she was…checking you for doneness or some such cooking-related procedure…and apparently she liked what she felt.

“Mm, perfect. Nice and toasty. Could practically coat you in those little marshmallows.”

She prodded you here and there a few more times, no longer checking for doneness and now simply enjoying your reactions when she did so.

“Mmm…I think it’s time to be wolf chow, little one.”

Your reaction to that pleased her the most. Her smile widened immensely and you could practically see her chest swell with glee and anticipation. Her ear even flicked once or twice unintentionally, her tail most likely wagging (though you couldn’t see it). Typical canine. She softly grabbed your head that was shaking about a bit from all of your panicked squirming and pulled it towards her, stepping closer to ensure that your head was pushed right up against her belly. She held you there for a few moments, breathing in and out sharply through her nose like somehow absorbing pleasure straight from the air as she held your head/face tightly against her stomach.

“Hmmmm…don’t worry, little snack…I’m sure you’ll love being inside a wolf’s belly…”

She pushed you into her midsection a little tighter, as if reenforcing which wolf’s belly she was talking about.

“Heh, I’m just kidding - it’ll probably be a nightmare for you every step of the way.”

Well, that was just rude. Your fearful wiggles just translated into belly rubs for her as your head twisted weakly from both lack of energy and her strong grip.

“Mm…but that’s exactly where you’re going. It’s over, prey - I’m going to eat you…for breakfast….”

She added the last part parenthetically, as if she forgot to say the whole thing as one statement. To be told you were going to be eaten was bad enough…you didn’t want to know the exact type of meal as well. Like so many other aspects of this whole “being this wolf’s breakfast” ordeal, what she was doing might have been pleasant at any other moment. She was very soft - her fur was plush and obviously very well groomed and she had some meat on her bones that cushioned your head even more-so. A nice hug from her at any other time would have been very much appreciated…but just your head…against her belly…because she is minutes away from swallowing you whole and wants to torment you a little by giving you an up close look at exactly what she knows you don’t want to see or know about or think about…yeah, that’s actually orders of magnitude less pleasant.

She let out another long sigh-moan as she savored the feeling of having you against her belly, a sensation that can only be made better with a slight change of preposition. Suddenly, she turned your head so that you were facing her and pulled you tight as ever into it, giving you a face-full of her stomach, everything turning to darkness and your noises and pleas becoming muffled vibrations in her tummy

“Heh, you’d better get used to this, sweetie…’cause it’s gonna be the rest of your life.”

After a few more moments of savoring the feeling, she released your head and pulled something up beside the Prey Warmer™. As you were caught off guard and gasping for air, she lifted you up, the warmth the machine had poured into your body somehow sticking to it as if it had planted something within you that radiated warmth all on its own. She placed you down on the object she had retrieved, a platter, and lifted it up (with you in tow) carrying it over to a small table in the room opposite the kitchen, probably a dining room of some sort. The lighting was a lot softer which was a bit of a relief though what relief could be extracted from your dire position was debatable. She placed you down on the table and pulled up a chair right next to you. For some instinctual reason, you looked up at her and that familiar smile greeted you. You couldn’t help but yelp as that smile began to come closer; even though you closed you eyes in fear, you still felt something warm slide up your cheek and then vanish. You opened yours eyes again just in time to see the smile widen as she “mmmmmmmm”d at the flavor she had licked off your cheek.

“Mm…you’re delicious…”

Her stomach let out a well timed growl and she giggled as she pat it twice, her paw lingering there longer to rub it slowly in a circle.

“Have you ever wondered to yourself what the inside of a wolf’s belly looks like? You’re quite a lucky little critter ’cause you’re about to find out!”

Trumping even the feeling of being “captured” was the emotion you felt upon seeing her hands begin to move your way. You knew it only meant one thing: your life as a prey was about to come to an end and your life as food was about to start. Any opportunities for freedom would have presented themselves at this point; the absence of any simply confirmed that this was a simple, cut and dry case of a prey getting eaten. How many had been eaten elsewhere in the world while she was preparing you? How many were getting swallowed at this very moment? You were about to be a simple +%0.1 to the statistic.

Her paws planted themselves firmly under both of your arms and she lifted you up effortlessly, your head glancing upwards to see that familiar smiling face. She looked you straight in the eye and you knew that she was staring directly into your soul. It wasn’t like it was anything special; she had probably seen everything there was to see in a prey’s soul the first time she did this. And, there were many indications that this wasn’t her first time, though you could never be certain. Anything you said at this point, any noise you made, was suppressed aurally by the sound that came from her. You weren’t sure if it was a moan or a sigh or if it was even her lungs doing it - maybe it was her stomach. In any case, a soft sort of “hmmmmmm” overshadowed everything else. Maybe it was her whole body making this noise, that you could feel as well as hear. Her whole body nearly ached for you; things were so close, if anything were to interrupt now and you were to actually manage some type of escape, she would have a you-shaped pit in her belly that nobody else could fill for months to come. Nothing more painful than the sting of a prey lost. Luckily for her, though, things seemed to be going exactly to plan; given how easily and effortlessly she captured you back wherever it was you had been caught she probably had never experienced anything like that before. She always got exactly what she wanted on a hunt.

This sound almost mesmerized you, as if in primal respect of such a powerful biological force, so much so that you hardly even blinked as she began moving you closer and closer to her. You could just stare in awe at the mighty predator who had captured you. She brought you up close to her, face to face, probably just to see how you would react. And she seemed to enjoy what she saw because that smile only brightened and you could see the white glimmer of teeth begin to show themselves. She inhaled sharply again, taking in your scent and the aura of your fear. After a few seconds of this one-sided stare down, she pulled you away from her face slightly so that you could see exactly what she was doing next and wouldn’t miss anything. Slowly, that smile you had seen so much of in the past few…minutes? Hours? You didn’t even know at this point. Suddenly, that smile began to part.

Deliberately slowly, her mouth opened more and more, revealing inch after inch of wolf maw. You would soon get to know every square inch of flesh, as that same flesh would get to know you even better. Finally, the last key element was revealed; a dark, cavernous throat so dark and black that it seemed like anything in the world could be beyond it. Luckily, you knew exactly what lied beyond it…well, perhaps “lucky” wasn’t the right word. Again, she paused; she knew exactly what was going through your head. She wiggled her tongue slightly, as if innocently beckoning you to lie down on it and take a load off. Having squeezed your current state completely dry of pleasure, she decided to move on to the next one as she slowly began moving your face closer and closer to her waiting tongue.

Your wonderful view of wolf maw became larger and larger, almost as if you were holding the zoom down on a camera, as every detail of it became more and more of your field of vision. You could swear you heard one last giggle from her before your face finally made contact with her tongue, squishing into the warm surface and once and for all beginning your contact with her digestive system. Her tongue instantly reacted to you, sliding and quivering as if soaking up your taste. That was its job and it got to it right away. She seemed very appreciative of this, as one of her trademarked moans echoed and vibrated throughout your entire body with the first large splash of your flavor. Her first real taste egging her on to want more she gently pushed you deeper into her, so that your face slid along her tongue and you could see that dark chasm of a throat inching ever closer. This brought your chest and the top of your stomach into contact with her tongue as well and this was just far too much for her to take without reacting even bigger than before.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm”

A large, loud moan thundered in your ears, becoming even louder when she suddenly closed her mouth, your entire world being replaced with the inside of her maw. The tiny bit of light that had been peaking in from the outside was as swallowed up as you were about to be; except the light was allowed to escape to freedom, you on the other hand…

Everything was now wolf mouth; you were compressed as the squishy walls collapsed down on you, pressing you further onto her tongue as the difference between the parts of you inside of her and still dangling outside her lips became insurmountably obvious. Any sound you could have made might as well have been silent; nobody (not even she) could hear you now. Every movement you could have made was completely indistinguishable from movements of hers, as she slurped and slid her tongue around you, even causing the parts of you left outside of her to move slightly (though not, she made sure of this, enough to allow any light whatsoever to enter). You were already hers, but now you were almost inseparable in body, soon to be more true than ever once you were finally…

Her moans of gustatory delight were nearly deafening in your current position. She must have really been enjoying your flavor; you couldn’t remember having moaned like that at the flavor of anything, even your favorite foods. She was clearly enjoying you on a level that you had never enjoyed anything. These are the types of things that would have been buzzing around your brain if only the whole “OH MY GOD I’M BEING EATEN BY A WOLF SOMEONE HELP BEFORE SHE SWALLOWS ME” line of thought weren’t currently occupying you. It would also have helped if you weren’t so busy trying to cope with the fact that her tongue wouldn’t leave you alone, sliding all over you every which way and bending in ways you thought should be impossible. You were utterly convinced that, if you had been locked up Houdini style right now, she could have unlocked every padlock with her tongue alone. Perhaps she was licking at your edible bindings on purpose, looking for an extra treat from your potential squirms for freedom?

Suddenly, you slid forwards once again as she pushed you in deeper, even more of your body sliding against her tongue this time as your face came right up against what you knew was her throat. Of course, everything being pitch black now, you didn’t really know what anything was (even what direction was up) but somehow you knew what you were currently up against was the very final hurdle in your journey. Simply clear that last hurdle and you were wolf food. You hadn’t completely reached the point of absolutely no return…but you would very, very soon.

At this point, her noises of pleasure were a constant; she was enjoying you immensely. Either you were the best thing she’s ever eaten or she just really, really, really enjoys the taste your species…or perhaps both…

By now, all that was left sticking out of her lips was your feet from the ankles down. Suddenly, you felt something odd happening and realized that she was poking at your feet on the outside. It was impossible to tell what she was actually doing, of course, but you could swear she was poking at what remained of you for the outside world to see, perhaps trying to get you to squirm a little in response or something. Of course, you did (she appeared to know exactly what you would do next at every given step of the way) and she seemed satisfied with this. She was probably just taunting you in your position and enjoying the power she had over you. It was at this point that you realized that, just as she had said would happen, the bindings holding your arms and hands together had completely disappeared. You had honestly failed to noticed as it made little difference since her mouth held you so tightly and tongue kept you so busy moving anyway that it really seemed to make no difference. She was right on the money - this set it up perfectly for you to give squirming your 100% once you were inside her belly. What…good…timing? Your legs and feet were still bound at the moment, but no prizes for guessing exactly when those too would fail.

She held you like this for a very long time, the longest time yet, even longer than you had been left…cooking… Never did her tongue fail to surprise you with its dexterity, hitting every single part of you it could at least 5 times. It was like you had a finite amount of flavor and pleasure to be sucked out of you and she was determined to squeeze you completely dry, much like how one empties a toothpaste tube. After what was certainly a sadistically drawn out length of time, you once again felt your body slide forward and warmth enveloped the final parts of you left out in the comparably colder open air. That was it; as far as the world was concerned, you were gone. You had drawn your final gasp of fresh air and had heard every sound except for the myriad of noises a wolf’s body could make for the final time. You were completely in her mouth, and could feel the pure joy and dominance shine around her like an aura. She, the powerful and superior predator had won; you, the meager and smaller and more predictable prey had lost.

Her tongue now had nothing holding it back and could attack your whole body in full force, which of course it did. You were entirely at her mouth’s mercy, and she continued savoring you for quite some time, her noises of pleasure and enjoyment now with a different most accomplished tone to them. Like a kid having gotten away with something without the grown ups even suspecting a thing, she now had you and nothing was going to take you away from her. Your head was pushed directly up against the entrance to her throat no matter how much you tried to pull away. There was simply not enough room in there for your face to go anywhere else. Seconds ticked by as she drew out this final moment, feeling like the quintessential predator with a mouthful of tasty prey that she had hunted down and captured herself. Nothing could make a pred feel more accomplished…except perhaps…

Another muffled giggle and (probably intentional, knowing that you wouldn’t like it) an “mmmmmm” of a moan vibrated through you before you felt her tilt her head back to force your whole body to slide to her throat. You knew exactly what she was doing (how could you not?) but any effort against it was null. Escape, now? You were in a wolf’s mouth. This wasn’t a prey fairy tale, this was real life. It was over.

As you fell to the back of her mouth, that same smile was keeping you well contained by blocking your only other exit. Her whole mouth tensed for a brief moment and you felt her throat begin to open and accept you. For a split second, everything slowed down as the threshold was met. There was a before and after and you were at the line between the two. As easily and effortlessly as she had done everything else, she gulped and you were instantly forced into a world of slippery flesh that pulled you downwards so strongly that if you were wearing shoes, they would have been sucked right off. It was so tight, you couldn’t even move an inch; perhaps your heart didn’t even beat during your very brief journey down her throat. Anyone outside would be able to see the bulge you made traveling down her throat as the muscles tensed down and then relaxed in your wake, sealing the entrance up tighter than ever.

Your short journey came to an end as you slid down into a chamber just small enough to be a little too small…her belly. The entrance that had delivered you to this place quickly sealed up behind you even tighter than her pharynx, a pred’s body accustomed to residents of the stomach who do not wish to be where they are yet must be kept there regardless. Your journey was over, in every sense of the word. The only way out had locked up tighter than a tomb and you were now officially, undebatably wolf food. She had done to you exactly what she wanted and not a single thing went wrong. You were now hers, but to say you “belonged” to her didn’t really cover it. You were her; you were now a part of her. You were in her possession, of course, but you were also simply included in the sum of her parts. You would never be your own person again. Food doesn’t have that option.

Out in the outside world, she slumped into her chair with a deep moan that you felt as an earthquake rumbling your entire world. A paw went straight to her belly, and rubbed all around the stomach that now contained you, at first as if she were testing to make sure all of your body was indeed sealed up inside her. Everything was where is was supposed to be, “everything” being you and “where it’s supposed to be” being her stomach. After those first few seemingly experimental pokes, full on pleasurably satisfied rubbing followed as she stroked her belly almost as if it were on fire and she was trying to put it out. You felt every ripple of motion across one side of your prison; you knew beyond doubt exactly what she was doing.

“Mmmmmm…wonderful…”

Her voice was more like the voice of god or something; you didn’t just hear and perceive it as a voice, it came from everywhere all at once and vibrated through your body. The wolf’s body knew exactly what to do with you and got to work instantly; its one job was to deal with critters like you and it was fine tuned at just that. She felt a swell of euphoria flow through her body at the immense sense of pride at what she had just done. It was no big deal in the long run; you hadn’t been a particularly difficult prey to hunt down or subdue or consume. Still, though, it was a natural reaction for any creature who had done to someone what she had just done to you. She was the queen of the world in her heart and mind at this moment; she was powerful and superior and knew that little critters like you quiver at her very presence.

She stole a glance down at her full belly, that smile now slightly different but still conveying the same message. She imagined being able to see you, all curled up in there; she imagined your eyes all wide with fear and being able to see your frantic squirms inside her and other such prey tomfoolery that she had grown so accustomed to. She rubbed and caressed her belly with both hands now, smiling down at it with victory in her eyes.

“…mmm…right where you belong, little one…”

She giggled; for the first (but certainly not last) time, you experienced what that sounded and felt like from the inside.

“…you were delicious…”

You had reacted so nicely to her having said that earlier, she decided to see how you would react now that you were inside her. That muffled-though-loud-as-ever giggling became all you could hear once again as your reaction provoked quite a lot of amusement and, once she had properly expressed said amusement, pleasure. She rubbed harder (you could tell because you were squished a little more every stroke) and moaned softly as your movements inside her caused a great deal of pleasure to flood her mind. Signals rushed to her brain from her belly and general midsection, letting her know that what you were doing and indeed you just being there was causing quite a bit of pleasure and good feelings and to release the reserve of chemicals that made her feel great to be a predator. They did, almost excessively, and she wasted no time in indulging in it.

“Mmmm, yes…such a perfect fit…you feel so good inside my belly…I knew you would be the moment I first saw you…mmm, and I’m never wrong about such things…”

She hugged her own swollen midsection, squishing it in compactly to demonstrate this fact to you. If you were in any other kind of mindset, you might notice that she was completely right - you were a great fit for where you currently were. Any larger, and you might stretch the walls out a bit too much; any smaller and you wouldn’t stuff it just quite the right way. Yup - she was correct in that you were a perfect fit for her belly. …were you supposed to feel proud, or…?

“I’m gonna have to send a thank you letter to that kitty who invented that lovely contraption. Mmm…it was perfect…toasted you up like a little Pop Tart…when you finally landed in there, it was like when you can feel that sip of hot tea go aaaaallll the way down…”

As she drew out the word “all”, she traced the path you had taken down her throat, reaching her belly when she said “down”,  resuming rubbing her you-filled tummy when she got there. Another giggle.

“Mm, my…that was yummy…”

“That”. Was she referring to you as “that” or had she been referring to the meal of you as a whole? Was one really better than the other?

“…you were a wonderful breakfast, hon.”

She patted her belly, as if putting a period at the end of her sentence. She then pat it again as if changing the period to a semicolon when your wiggles inspired her to continue.

“Heh, guess it’s not so great for you, huh food? I mean…this is it for you. You’re wolf chow - I’m it! I’m that predator your mother warned you about and you thought you heard scratching at the door in the middle of the night…and you’ve spent the past however many years you’ve been alive trying to avoid. Oops, you lost! Heh.”

She gave her belly another pat.

“You got caught by a big bad wolf and she gobbled you up just like in the stories! You failed. And it’s not like I’m gonna let you out or anything, so…this is the one thing you were trying to avoid your whole life and look at where you are now. …you tried and tried and then bam, wolf belly. And now it’s like…so much for that! Heh, just some food for thought. Get it? Food? Because you’re my food.”

Well, I mean come on now - it was like she was reading from a script. She had to have known exactly what she was doing with that little monologue but as much as you tried, you couldn’t deny that she was correct. “Caught”. Your fate had been decided and put into practice. And that fate was woof food. She gave her belly a smooth circular rub, exactly where she knew you were.

“Mmm, well enjoy being in my belly, food.”

She giggled again - she knew you wouldn’t, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. After another possessive pat, she got up from the table and pushed her chair in. It was still early in the morning and now that breakfast was complete, she had the whole day ahead of her. It was Friday but most things were closed due to a bank holiday so she had the day off and was intent on spending it doing nothing but enjoying herself; her new self, that is, with you included in “her”. Before setting out on the hunt that landed you in her belly, she had programmed an entire morning and afternoon’s worth of the new season of her favorite show on her SmartTV and she was eager to get started. Though her house was pleasantly warm (not to mention she herself being pleasantly warm thanks to a certain someone providing an entire body’s worth of heat inside of her own), the chilly brisk day outside seemed to beg for one to crawl under the comfiest covers one owned which is exactly what she did.

You couldn’t really tell from inside, obviously, but she snuggled into the warmth of the blanket she kept over her couch and settled in to enjoy herself. She tucked herself in so that her paws were underneath, both of them resting on her full belly, proof to the world that she was a predator and above your type of creature on every method of measurement. That smile never left her face even now as she enjoyed her digital entertainment. The entire time, you were doing what prey usually does when confronted with such a fate. That being squirming and wiggling around and trying to find an exit and just trying to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t waking up and this was not a bad dream and you were actually inside of this she-wolf and would never come back out. At first, the only reaction you got was a gentle sigh. After a few more minutes of pathetic wiggling, she began to gently rub her belly while never taking her eyes off the screen. At times, she would laugh at what she saw prompting another bellyquake for you to wonder what was even happening.

Eventually, after what could have been days but was probably 15 minutes at most, she spoke again. Any concept of time was already gone, even within such a short time spent inside her. If she had told you that you’d been in her belly for 800 years, on what grounds could you disagree? Her rubbing increased slightly in intensity as she let out another sigh.

“Mmm…that feels so good…keep it up, hon…”

More than anything, this summed up your current situation. It was like your last chance to once again find freedom - at this point squirming was all you had left. And all it did was make her feel good…you were utterly, hopelessly trapped. She was right - it was all over. You had been a wolf’s breakfast and now, not only were you not a person, you weren’t even “breakfast” anymore. You were non-categorized “food”. Just a slight bulge in he midsection, your story even as a meal completely disregarded.

Nothing changed about her treatment of you or your prospect at breathing fresh air again and not…being food… It goes without saying that it was the longest day you had ever experienced. Well…longest day you had ever experienced yet. You had many more days as wolf food ahead and the next day, the day off having been the start of a long weekend, was very much like the previous one. It went on even longer than the last. After another repeat for Sunday, you got to experience predator on predator interaction and how it felt to be complimented as food by someone even after you’ve already been eaten. What a nice little bulge you make…how tasty you must have been…what cute little squeak noises you must have made…how well you fill out her tummy…isn’t it nice to finally be where your kind belongs? Then, the inevitable pressing down as they rubbed her belly and complimented her. And this was only the beginning, mind you.

Your life as wolf food instantly felt longer than your life as a prey…and it had only been 4 days.