Sherry grabbed her sleeping husband on the shoulder and shook him gently, whispering as loudly and urgently as possible:

”Psst! Hey! It’s 8:30, you have to get up! You’ve got that big meeting this morning, remember?”

She shook him a little harder this time. The groggy old wolf grunted and rolled onto his stomach, still too drowsy to think coherently. Sherry sighed. She knew she had to be persistent to get Jack out of bed; that’s just the way he was sometimes. 

“C’mon, Sleepyhead! Get up! You can’t stay in bed forever,” she said with practiced authoritativeness while she flung open the curtains.

He saw nothing but a painfully-bright light, and heard nothing but an irritating high-pitched whine. His body wanted sleep, and would do anything to get it. He pushed his face into the pillow once again, but when Sherry reached out to turn him over, he caught her delicate human wrist and pinned it beneath his chest. This unexpected grapple drew a shriek of surprise from her, pissing her husband off even more. She tried to push herself away using her free arm, but he would not let go. 
 
“Hey, now’s not the time for snuggles! Let me go!”

She felt her hand going numb from the pressure, and started to panic. She resorted to pummeling Jack's sides, though he registered little more than an annoying thumping through his muscle and white fur. He growled viscerally, pulling her under the bedsheets and smothering her face with his slightly-pudgy dad bod. She screamed at the top of her lungs to wake him up, but stifled under his fur and fat, her shouting only managed to incense him further. No matter where he put her or how hard he pressed, he still heard her muffled shrieks and felt her desperate kicking. He kept grinding her into the bed, to no avail. The harder he pushed, the harder she bit. She couldn’t even break his skin, let alone his will to subdue her. Her mind was quickly getting misty, yet somehow, she always found another breath of oxygen right before she would have passed out. Kept strong by adrenaline, Sherry fought for her life, but made no discernable progress towards escape. Minutes of obnoxious squirming passed, and Jack finally grew tired of the stalemate. Still 90% asleep, he knew how to deal with the tenacious little pest thrashing beneath him. His abs, having failed to squash her into submission, figured they could crumple her into an immobile ball if only she were in his belly, and his stomach knew it could melt her into a nice, quiet slurry with a little time. It growled in anticipation of breakfast, sloshing and gurgling directly into Sherry’s ears. Her rosy perfume made him salivate profusely; he could take it no longer. He grabbed her head with both hands and shoved it into his slobbery maw, quickly jamming her shoulders in as well. When the taste of human flesh hit his tongue, his gluttony hit its peak. 

GLP

SHLRK

ULK

Jack roughly swallowed down his wife’s tits and dainty arms, holding her hands to her sides with an iron grip she never knew he had. His tongue and throat worked with perfect synergy to cram her into his hungry gut as quickly as possible, and before she could blink, her midriff had passed between his jaws. She was stricken with an utterly powerless sort of terror, as if she were falling from a skyscraper - her hardest shoves did not slow her descent one bit, overpowered by his ravenous gullet. Her sharpest kicks barely registered. But she punched and screamed and kicked all the same, too panicked to think of another way out (if there was indeed such a thing). Her bulbous bum bulged out his cheeks for about a second before being squeezed down his throat too, and he claimed her succulent thighs with another heavy GLUNK.

He slurped up her knees unceremoniously, ruled by the singleminded desire to get his prey burning. A few inches of acid were already sloshing around in his belly, desperate to start breaking her down. His abdominal muscles waited impatiently for her to land, eager to crush her flesh, bone, and spirit once and for all. Jack’s stomach would give her no mercy as long as she moved, and that was final.

GLRK

Her calves and feet were forced into his stomach with a single powerful gulp, jamming the cramped space with yet more flesh. The sour smell of acid made her want to barf; though it was completely dark, she could feel the lasagna she made for him last night sloshing around at her fingertips, by now quite thoroughly digested. She figured she had about 40 minutes to live, having seen her husband destroy larger meals than her about a thousand times. She was intimately familiar with every step and result of a wolf’s digestion, and none of it was pretty. Since they met, he had been teasing her with detailed threats of digestion, and complimenting her sublime taste and texture. For thirty years she had watched with lusty fascination as the outlines of his food gave way to unadulterated roundness, and she had felt countless meals go soft under her loving hands while rubbing his big, strong belly. In all their years together, he had not once shown the slightest sign of wanting to throw something up. All his meals stayed in his belly, and were liquefied with brutal efficiency. She had borne the brunt of his biggest, baddest burps at point blank, and involuntarily imagined him belching up a bloody lock of her hair. She knew she was nothing but meat, and recalled the fate of all his meals with a shudder. All she would amount to was a little belly fat, a totally unremarkable turd, and a long, nasty belch. All that she was would become part of him, or else be disposed of and forgotten like any other lump of waste. Not even her bones would survive. She heard her deadly prison grumbling around her; it used to sound so cute from the outside, but now, it sounded like an earthquake, and caused her just as much despair. His acids poured upon her shoulders and neck while the pool at her feet quickly rose to cover her shins. There was nothing he loved like a nice nap after a big meal, and she knew of no force that could rouse him from his food comas. She could detonate an atom bomb in there, and he wouldn’t notice. She was bound to become padding on her husband’s ass, but despite every bit of rationality in her mind, she could not admit that it was over. She punched, kicked, elbowed, and kneed, all for nothing. She screamed until her voice grew hoarse, and bit until her jaw ached. 

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP, JACK! CAN YOU NOT FUCKING HEAR ME? YOU’RE MELTING MY FLESH OFF! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! FUCK YOU! I WILL TEAR YOU OPEN, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I HATE YOU! I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL MAKE YOU BLEED OUT! I’LL RIP MYSELF FREE AND TEAR OFF ALL YOUR LIMBS! I’LL CUT YOUR THROAT AND TWIST YOUR DICK OFF!”

Jack replied with a nonchalant BELCH, unwilling to give up such a filling morsel as Sherry and smugly certain that she would never get out. His stomach released another long, wet grrrrrrrrgle, and a fresh shower of hot acid with it.

URRRRRAAAAAAAP.

Minute after agonizing minute, she felt the acids rising, and as time passed, she felt her blows getting weaker. 

HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP~

Every shove made a smaller bulge than the last, and she soon found herself taking a few seconds to recover between every hit, though she struck with a boxer’s speed minutes before. No matter how fast she breathed, she could not get enough oxygen, instead filling her lungs with the thick vapor of stomach acid. The walls tightened around her, kneading the juices deep into her skin. The wolf’s muscles stole every inch of breathing room, curling her into an ever-contracting fetal position with her knees at her neck. Her clothes had all dissolved without a trace, 

BLEEEEECH~

At last, her hope of escape was crushed, and her cries of rage turned to tears of defeat.

Oh, what am I thinking? Sherry asked herself. I can’t stir him by force. Maybe, she vainly thought, I can put Jack’s brain back in control. Maybe he’ll feel my presence if I treat him as I always had. Maybe his subconscious will recognize my dedication to him. Maybe love can wake him up.

“Hello, Jack? Can you hear me? It’s me, Sherry. Your devoted wife. The woman who bore you children. I’m not food, please let me out. You’re going to kill me, Jack. I’m melting in your belly. Please let me out, Jack. I love you. Oh, Jack, I love you so much. Let me out, I can’t bear to leave you just yet. There’s so much more for us to do together, so many memories to make; don’t you want that for us? I’ve always obeyed you no matter what, I’ve always loved you above all else; and not once have you taken advantage of me. Please, Jack, Let me go. This isn’t you. You love me, remember? You’d do anything to protect me? You’re the man who has looked me in the eyes and said you’d die for me, and who has never lied to me once in his life. Oh, Jack, betraying me never once occurred to you. Please wake up, Jack. I need you, baby. I need you more than ever. Save me.”

She thought about how her death at his hands would break him, and burst into uncontrollable bawling. She cried at his stomach walls, shouting his name between the tears. She could no longer feel her legs, and when she shifted, she noticed how the acid had thickened with her melted flesh. She had no limbs left to move, and no rage left to express as she became one with her predator. 

“Jack…”

Her sobbing turned to whimpering, and at last, resigned silence. Her last thoughts were of him, thanking him for three decades of heavenly bliss, and hoping against all hope that he would be happy despite her passing.

glrrrrrlllrrlllrrrrrlrlrlrrrgle…

And so Sherry was finally reduced to a load of thick slop in Jack’s guts, never to exit in human form again. The wolf, for his part, had not realized he had just digested his wife. He only knew that he had killed the noise and the motion and the brightness that threatened to wake him up, and that he had a nice big meal packed away in his tummy. He could not have been any happier. He purred at the feeling of her remains running through his system, unconsciously rubbing his enormous belly as it lulled him into a deeper sleep with a gentle series of burbles and glorps. A quiet belch escaped his lips every now and again, bringing her salty flavor back to his mouth and filling his dreams with the most luxurious meals. She had been churned into protein for her husband, and he could not have wished for a better meal. He spent the next few hours in pure bliss, snoring peacefully as his belly slowly shrunk down to a more reasonable size.

URP.
____

When Jack woke up at last, the first thing he noticed was his gigantic belly. He gave it a good squeeze, listening with satisfaction to the fat, juicy GWORSH that followed, and tried to recall what he had eaten last night. Whatever it was, his tummy had made quick and thorough work of it. Heh, he mused with a grin, you’ll be padding out my flanks in no time. He congratulated his stomach with a playful slap, prompting a pungent BLAAAAAAARP to spill through his maw. He smelled a lot of blood on his breath, but failed to notice the faint twinge of rose mixed in with it.

It took all the strength he had to sit up straight, owing to the immense weight of his bloated gut, but he had to admit, whatever was in there felt good. It was very dense and heavy, as only red meat can be. He must have eaten at least a dozen steaks, and a few more chickens. Sometimes she made him feasts for no particular reason; he knew she found nothing more gratifying than seeing him blissfully stuffed with her cooking. She loved watching him turn a banquet’s worth of food into a barely-noticeable potbelly, and he loved feeling the weight of a digested meal flow through his intestines. A satisfied belch, some picking of the teeth, and a few words of praise was all it took to make her serve him everything in the house. Casual teasing would devolve into tummy rubs, and sometimes, the rubs would devolve into a blowjob. It was impossible to make too much food for Jack; no matter how much he ate, he was always more than willing to gobble up some more. 

Oh, Sherry, he thought, You treat me so well.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched. The weight and incessant gurgling of his gargantuan belly had gotten him rock-hard, and he thought Sherry might appreciate a little teasing before he went to work. 

Uh oh. Work.

“Sherry, Honey?” he called out in alarm, “What time it?”

No answer; she must have gone to her work already. “Why didn’t she wake me up?” he asked himself with mild annoyance. And that’s when about a million pounds of pressure slammed his bowels all at once, forcing him to clench with all his might to keep all the shit inside.

“Ow, Ow, alright, you’re coming out now,” said the wolf, as if his digested food could hear him.

Jack pulled off his sweaty blankets, slid into his rope and slippers, and shuffled to the bathroom. His belly released a massive SLORSH when he stood up, as the movement jostled its mushy contents around. They fizzled and bubbled all the way to the bathroom, eventually releasing enough gas to make Jack belch out a disgusting, manly BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. 

[Warning: He’s gonna shit her out now >w<]

He plopped himself down hard on the toilet, nearly breaking it with his weight, and let the waste flow. 

PLBRLPLRRRRRRRT

Jack’s anus stretched wide as a thick coil of his former prey pumped into the toilet. Every bit of her has been gurgled up without exception: Bone, brain, and flesh alike had been reduced to a dull, tawny muck by the cruelty of Jack’s bowels. Not a single hint of Sherry’s former self was evident in the pile - not even her jewelry survived. It had taken a little longer than the rest of her, but the diamond on her ring had been converted to dung, too. He sucked in a deep breath of the bitter stench through his nose, squeezing the base of his fat cock as he watched his belly shrink. Every inch that left his pucker felt amazing - the sheer magnitude of his relief was indescribable. Before it had all come out, he knew there would be too much to flush it down. He would have to bring it to the yard with a bucket and spade (fitting a grown woman into a toilet bowl is no mean feat, in any case). Overtaken by sexual instinct, Jack rubbed his cock and fondled his sack, still pushing out that log of crap all the while. His system had already turned some of Sherry’s mass into ball batter as well, swelling up his nuts with the excessive juice. Panting through his teeth, he kept stroking with unadulterated passion.

“HN-”

Just when the final piece of filth fell from his anus, Jack came with a grunt, spattering hot cum all over the walls and ceiling in a series of strong jets. When his orgasm finally died down, he released his held breath in a bestial “Hraaaaagh~”

Having deposited the last of his wife in the crapper, the wolf patted his bulging tummy for another job well done.

“Haaaah~ All gone.”

After wiping his cock and ass clean, Jack sauntered up to the mirror, visibly pleased by the results of his meal.

“Wow, you really added a lot to me, huh? I appreciate it. Can’t say I’m surprised though, you were the biggest meal I’ve had in a while. If it’s any consolation, you were the most enjoyable, too.“

Jack flexed and grinned, vainly juxtaposing his brawny arms and deadly-sharp teeth with his soft, round, burbling gut. Yeah, he thought, I’d make an awesome pred.

“Enjoy the sewers, babe,” teased the wolf, still completely oblivious of who he had eaten. He slapped his basketball-sized tum proudly, giving the processed remains of his wife a tongue-out wink on his way out. 

He shut the door behind him and sighed with satisfaction. His stomach, now empty, groaned at him once again.

“Now, I could go for some breakfast…”