Roman Monaghan: (2:32:41 AM) I think you're underestimating my belly there if you think it'd take a week for me to convert you into foxy pudge

Isaac Shadetail: (2:34:53 AM) D= ...oh...u-um...s-sorry I uh...underestimated your...p-predatory prowess... =(
Isaac Shadetail: (2:34:54 AM) ...n-not even a week? ...well...h-how long would I h-have then?

Roman Monaghan: (2:36:31 AM) depends on how hungry I am
Roman Monaghan: (2:36:44 AM) and how cute  I think you'd look jiggling on my thighs
Roman Monaghan: (2:37:45 AM) so probably over night >;3 it'd be pretty fun to sleep with you gurgling up in there all through the night, being squeezed up and getting all soggy till your hugged down into a little lump of mindless fat.

Isaac Shadetail: (2:42:30 AM) 0.0 *squirrel-ish twitches and shivers* ...u-u-um....*smoothes out his tail, which has poofed in fright* ...y-yknow what, um...maybe the...the music thing is...*ahem*...not r-really something I should g-give up on just yet...I s-still haven't b-become a famous s-squirrelly composer yet and all, so...I think I'll uh...j-just say out here for now...*squeak* D=
Isaac Shadetail: (2:42:31 AM) *rubs your belly* You should have...*ahem*...n-no trouble finding a d-different rodent to s-snack on, M-Mister Foxy... >>'

Roman Monaghan: (2:44:15 AM) you are quite a plentiful snack source, it's true.
Roman Monaghan: (2:44:21 AM) .... but then, you are within arms reach

Isaac Shadetail: (2:49:08 AM) D= ...n-no, I'm not in arm's reach! *takes three steps back* See? I'm waaay t-too much trouble! You don't w-wanna burn any calories stalking all the way over to me - I h-hear that the chubby p-preds get all the admiration and stuff! Y-yeah, I'm far too wily and difficult to hunt down. A sh-shame, but... >>' I guess you'll just have to find someone else after all! *hopeful squirrelly expression* ^^'

Roman Monaghan: (2:49:41 AM) Come back here within grabbing distance this instant, young man >=| *snaps fingers*

Isaac Shadetail: (2:51:32 AM) D= Y-yes, Mister Fox, sir! *scurries closer than before* I'm sorry; pwease don't be mad at me... =,(

Roman Monaghan: (2:52:16 AM) Well, I'll forgive you =3 after all, we're going to be very intimate very soon >=9 *snatches up the squirrel and grinds him against foxy belly* feelsnice and squishy, huh?

Isaac Shadetail: (2:55:14 AM) D= *eep!* *squirms* It f-feels exactly like I always thought a p-predator belly would feel like! *squeaks, unable to think about anything other than the fact that the whole reason the foxeh belleh is like this in the first place is because a lot of critters just like him have spent time inside*

Roman Monaghan: (2:56:02 AM) I'll take that as a compliment =9 especually since you're going to get to feel exactly what a predators belly would feel like in a much deeper context pretty soon >=3 you might even say you'l get to contribute to it

Isaac Shadetail: (3:02:19 AM) =,< ...a-and then some other poor l-little rodent will be s-squished against the same belly just like this, only they'll feel me in there too! DX
Isaac Shadetail: (3:02:21 AM) C'mon...don't swallow me! Haven't you h-heard? Squirrel meat c-contains...um...poly unsaturated fats! ...and, um...low-density lipoprotein cholesterol...and...d-death...s-stuff...! We c-cause all sorts of terrible diseases to foxies when ingested, too! ...um...w-what else? Oh, we also don't feel good at all inside of stomachs...we're n-not filling, we're way too bony and thin...uh...and lots of other stuff, trust me! *totally bullet-proof argument*! =D

Roman Monaghan: (3:03:08 AM) Meh, I'll take the risk
Roman Monaghan: (3:03:24 AM) the idea you gave me of grinding some other delicious rodent into the pudge you'll make is just too appealing

Isaac Shadetail: (3:05:36 AM) >///< Oh god, I suck at this! *face palm* You mean to tell me I made all of that up for nothing?! 0.0 Uh...I mean...I made up all of that...t-true s-stuff... >< I mean...I read all that...I mean... *sigh* I reeeally suck at this... >///>'

Roman Monaghan: (3:07:19 AM) Yup
Roman Monaghan: (3:07:25 AM) but I bet you'll be really good at being food

Isaac Shadetail: (3:11:30 AM) =,< Hmph! *pouty squirrel* I k-knew he was gonna say that...these p-preds are all alike! Foxies aren't the brightest - we've all seen that video on YouTube of a foxy licking that window! =\ It's no secret! I have a tendency to think out lou-....0.0 ....*squeak*...please tell me that was on the inside of my head, not the outside...
Isaac Shadetail: (3:11:31 AM) *sweatdrop*

Roman Monaghan: (3:12:15 AM) you can talk all you want in my belly, little squirrel. I wont hear a thing over the gurgling as you're squished into a lump of pudge.

Isaac Shadetail: (3:16:17 AM) D= But I w-wanna be more than just some pudge on a fox's belly! I w-want my life to mean more than just a little bit more jiggle in your step! I wanna be a squirrel that makes something of himself! =(
Isaac Shadetail: (3:16:18 AM) I wanna write for the theater - I'm almost done with my masterpiece! "SQUIRRELS: The Musical!". =D

Roman Monaghan: (3:17:29 AM) please, like there's anything a squirrel could amount to that would mean more to the world then as another pound of pudge
Roman Monaghan: (3:18:10 AM) being my food will be the highlight of your life *fuzzle* you should be looking forward to a thoughtless existence as barely sentient clump of soggy squirrel pudge

Isaac Shadetail: (3:21:20 AM) =( ...I guess I...c-can't stop you or a-anything, huh? *whine*
Isaac Shadetail: (3:21:22 AM) *hug* ...i-it won't h-hurt, will it? =,<

Roman Monaghan: (3:21:28 AM) Nope!
Roman Monaghan: (3:22:17 AM) and it'll be fun ;3 for me. You wont even feel like you exist, after a while. No pain, but no anything really. No thought, no feeling, nothing but being present in my belly as nothing but mere weight on my side, to be poked and squished.
Roman Monaghan: (3:22:43 AM) but no, it wont hurt

Isaac Shadetail: (3:27:36 AM) DX *squeak* I g-gave you an opportunity t-to make me feel better and you m-made it worse! *pouts* ...b-but...it's nice to hear that it won't h-hurt or anything... I d-don't wanna just be a pound of pudge on your...*ahem*...uh...i-impressive...belly...b-but...I guess...there's nothing I can do about it...y-you're a foxy and all...I d-don't really stand a chance... *snuggles, trying to get used to the squishiness and everything* I c-can't believe my entire existence from here on out is going to be solely making your belly a little bit bigger...I'm gonna be foxy fat... *whimper*

Roman Monaghan: (3:30:44 AM) Yup! Sounds fun, huh =3 everytime I cuddle with some slut, or tease another little meal like you, it'll be you being squished like the little lump of foxy fat you'll be. Who knows, you might even feel it. Everytime I jiggle or squish, it might feel good to whatever will be left of your conciousness. I wouldn't know for sure of course, but it'd be something to look forward to, right >;9 But enough talk, time for the little snack squirrel to be gobbled up and digested. *long, slow slurp before letting that foxy maw hang open over his little rodenty head for a moment or two, letting him gaze deep into the moist, dripping abyss of his gullet he'd soon slide down, the road to his final home as flab on an accomplished predators gut and nothing more*

Isaac Shadetail: (3:40:18 AM) =,< *whimpers softly at the foxy's words about his certain future as a barley-sentient lump of mere pudge* *squeaky panic as the foxeh cuts to the chase and prepares to finally put the little rodent in his place* D= n-no, wait! *squeals as he's slurped, the feeling of that wet foxy tongue making it so that he could almost literally feel a bit of his flavor being wiped clean from his body* *is left completely speechless as the foxeh jaws part and he's given a perfect view into the soft, wet vulpine insides that he would soon become a part of, just another little feeder rodent to slip beyond the predator's throat and settle into place deep inside as weight and nothing more* *squeaks and chitters softly as his fate approaches ever closer...literally! All it needed was that theme whenever the shark showed up in Jaws!* *the wide eyed little squirrel only eeps as his swallowable little form is glommed onto by the squishy, drooling pred maw and his fate is as sealed as the foxy's lips*

Roman Monaghan: (3:51:21 AM) *The fox moans lewdly around his newest little snack as he starts to slowly swallow him, taking his time to savor the fine rodent flavor of the squirrel since he knows he wont meet any resistence, and the thought of the little prey freaking out over how much he was being enjoyed as mere food sent tingles of predatory delight up his spine. It was so much fun to play with your food after all. His cheeks bulged with the squirrels body as he was slowly gulped away, his tight gullet muscles squeezing aroundhis form and dragging him down to his loud belly, the impatient organ crying out at the lack of fresh squirrel to fill it and demanding the meal speed up so it wouldnt have to wait any longer. The heartbeat of his predator resounds all around the poor prey as he'd swallowed, the last of his body left to the outside world as anything but a bulge in a foxes digestive system being his tail, which was eagerly slurped up and teased over before a final swallow left the rodent nothing but a slowly disending lump in his throat, the fox sighing happily and licking his lips for the last remnents of squirrelly flavor to enjoy as he rubbed over his gut, waiting for the little critter to slide in where he belonged. The belly groaned gratefully as the squirrel filled it out, his body squishing against something padding out the bottom of the digestive chamber that felt a bit like freshly washed clothes that got all clumped up in the bottom of the washing machine. A slight horror might creep into the poor squirrel at the realization that those washedclothes figures were other prey, previously devoured and long since gurgled down into their only useful form as compact fox pudge, a fate he would soon join. They felt alive, but didn't move and barely breathed, only shivering occasionally as the fox rubbed his belly in pure delight, tingling at the feeling of fresh meat filling him up and anticipating the feeding frenzy his belly would soon devolve into to convert the poor scared squirrel into more padding for his love handles*

Isaac Shadetail: (4:09:59 AM) *The squirrelly squirms and wiggles as much as he's able as he's completely smushed in between two wet, warm, and squishy sides of the vice grip that is the fox's mouth - the tasting tongue on one side and the rigid upper pallet on the other, the top part merely  squishing him up against the predator's tongue even harder, therefore ensuring that the predator gets a nice, well-deserved taste of his catch. A moan from the vulpine monster currently devouring him straight out of one of the squirrelly's nightmares sends the poor little guy into a flurry of panicking squeaks and ditch-effort squirms, the thought of the predator enjoying his final moments as a sentient being sending shivers of horror down his spine and filling him with a burst of desperate energy to escape this terrible fate. Here he was, about to be gobbled up and turned into a simple expansion of some other creature's belly, no longer a squirrel but merely classified as 'fox belly', and the predator was enjoying it! Enjoying him! Of course, all of this was for naught as the squirrelly experienced the terrible sensation of being slurped forward, deeper into his worst nightmare regardless of the fight he tried to put up, his meager little efforts for freedom not doing anything to trump millions of year of evolution to make the fox a creature far superior to the squirrel in every way imaginable. The sound of the gurgling belly's growing getting closer was really the only way the squirrel knew which was he was heading - he could be getting spit back out for all he knew! But, of course, his luck wasn't nearly that good. The sensation of sliding down what could best be described as a very tight, very squishy, very warm slip-n-slide was only accompanied by the rodent's pitiful squeaks and the approaching sound of the squirrel-hungry belly. After however long the fox had taken to enjoy him (the squirrel had no way of knowing, but it sure felt like an eternity), the little guy could feel himself running out of sliding room and nearing his final destination...and we all know exactly where that was. With a last ditch effort to squirm back out the way he came topping off his life as a squirrel, his life as food began with a nice internal tummy massage for the predator currently (and forever) housing him. The little squirrel erupted into a rush of squirms and whimpers as he finally took his place as a rodent in a predator-ruled world but the squirming slowed somewhat in confusion at the odd sensation of what surrounded him. It took some thinking, but after a moment the horrible realization sunk in - prey turned bellyfat. Exactly what would be happening to him! This discovery only sent the squirrel into an even more energetic burst of squirming and squeaking as he was seized upon by the hungry bellywalls and began to get churned up. There were other preys in there with him, only...they weren't preys anymore... Who were they? What species had they been? Could they have been squirrels just like him? All of these question spun around in his mind as the belly tightened around its new meat and began churning him into fox pudge, the squirrel still giving as good a struggle his body could manage until he finally went still...at long last, the squirrel was pudge. Just as nature intended.