(Warning: Implied digestion in story)

You've found yourself shrunken and cornered by the vicious hellhound, Axl. With your back up against the wall, and his claws clicking along the ground with every step closer he took, you had no choice but to make a mad-dash to a nearby hole in the wall. You manage to get relatively close before you feel the wind knocked from your lungs and your body pressed up against the wall, leaving you face to face with the hungry demon. Desperate attempts to writhe free of his grasp all fail as he laughs evilly to himself before licking his chops, drool already leaking heavily from the corners of his maw.

"Dunno where the hell you think you're goin', because you're new home is right here!"

With that, his jaws parted wide, showing long thick fangs that framed his long purple tongue that seemed to act as a pathway directly into the spiral-colored abyss of his throat. Immediately afterwards, you feel the heat and smell of his breath wash over you, weakening your already futile attempts to break free. That thick wet tongue pressed against your body, smothering your face with saliva as it lapped over your form, eliciting pleased rumbles and growls from the hellhound. This went on for what felt like ages until a very different rumbling growl filled your ears. The one from the belly of the beast itself. You wince in fear as Axl looks down at his gut, then back to you.

"Looks like playtime's over. Have fun in your own personal Hell!"

You didn't even have time to fully register his words as he violently lunged forwards, engulfing your upperbody and eagerly wolfed you down his throat. Your legs flailed outside of his maw for a brief moment, before that purple tongue curled under them and pulled them in, sealing you inside him completely with a clack of those fangs. All it took was a tilt of his head upwards and one last thick gulp to send your form sliding down the spiral colored depths of this throat and into Axl's stomach. While he was large compared to you the hellhound was rather small, so to call his belly snug would be putting it lightly. You found yourself squished and squeezed by his soft wet stomach walls from all sides as the belly goo slowly began to rise around you. Any attempt you made to kick and punch to upset his stomach was met with a few oddly cute evil laughs, thick wet belches, and the occassional pressure of his paws kneading into his gut. After a few minutes of this, you began to feel yourself slip into unconsiousness as the demon's belly took you. You could only hope that he wouldn't take your soul as well as you blacked out.

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This was done by  ThatPuggy!