This is for the vore winner of the raffle  Squishybellies with their two characters Chef the cat and Holly the dog

Chef was walking back to her house after relaxing at a bar, unfortunately, she's now realizing that someone is very hungry.
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It’s just one of those walks where Chef, a blonde and light brown furred cat, was coming back from a bar that was crowded and overpopulated with drunk fat furs who just wanted to drink as much as they could before leaving with giant bloated bellies. Chef is the kind of person who’s responsible for doing the right thing. She’s also the kind of person who has many goals that she wants to achieve but sometimes has no motivation to other’s. As she makes her way to her apartment, she has two choices. Chef can either take the long way down the sidewalk with crowds of people and crosswalks, or she could take a shortcut down the dark alley that looks creepy and dangerous. Knowing that she just wants to go home and sleep, the cat goes down the dangerous alleyway, not knowing what lurks in the shadows. Every step she makes echoes around her. She accidentally knocks down some metal trash cans as she didn’t see them in the dark. Luckily, her phone has a flashlight mode on it so she’ll be able to see well in the dark. She scopes around the alley and looks down at the knocked down trash cans with trash poured out. “Ugh, gross.” She said with disgust, stepping over the trash cans and continuing her way down the path.

She wasn’t sure why, but it felt like someone was watching her. It gave her the creeps, chills running down her spine. Halfway down the alleyway, her foot trips on a cracked brick on the ground and her paws lose grip of her phone as it flies into the air for a few seconds and drops on the floor. For Chef, she didn’t fall on the floor but stumbled forward. At least she could see the light from her phone, as it was the only light source she has. The cat quickly walks over to her phone, bending down to grab it. That’s when the sound of a low deep growling vibrates her eardrums. Her eyes dilate in fear and she doesn’t move an inch. “Mmmm, it looks like I found myself a tasty snack.” A deep male voice said, with the sound of his tongue licking his lips. But before she could turn around or move forward, the stranger grabs Chef’s upper arms and puts her in a tight hug in which she cannot escape. He uses a paw to shut her mouth as all she could let out were muffles. “Don’t scream my delicious meal, it’ll be quick.” He grabs her arms again and spins the cat into a 180 degree to face a grey fat wolf with sharp teeth, yellow eyes, and fur that looks like it’s covered in food crumbs. This terrifies Chef to the core and she couldn’t stop muffling in screams. “I promise you that my belly is warm.” He opens his maw wide open with his warm and damp breath blowing on her face. The wolf shoves the cat head first into his mouth and begins to push her inside. Chef had no choice but to be prepared for what was about to happen to her.

He finishes her off with a large gulp as she arrives in his warm soft stomach, filled with his stomach acids and slime. There wasn’t a ton of room in his belly so she had to curl up in a fetal position. “Please, I’m not food!” She begs to him as all she was hearing was him belching and rubbing his full gut.

“That’s not what my belly says.” He laughs and pats his gut, hitting her on the head. “All you need to do is sleep and become my fat soon enough.” She kicks and pushes as a fight, but none of it helps at all from getting her out. Later, she starts to become sleepy, not from because she’s tired, but from the fact that there wasn’t any oxygen in his stomach. Just when she thought that she could live longer in his belly. Her eyes heavily shut and her mind went to sleep.
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Chef was woken up by the sound of bubbling and gurgling. She was still inside the slimey belly, crowded and warm. From the movements of the wobbling inside the belly, it seems like they were moving or walking along. “H-hey!’ She shouts, hoping that she still has a chance to break free. “Let me out! I’m still alive here!” She kicks and pushes inside as she did last time.

“Ack! Stop doing that, Chef!” A female voice says from the outside of the belly. “Did you just wake up now!?”

After hearing a familiar voice, she stops. “Holly?” Her voice trembles with surprise. Holly is a magenta and white dog who’s mostly quiet, but can be disruptive when someone messes with her. Still, Chef has no idea why she was in her belly. “Why am I in your belly?”

“Because it isn’t safe for you to walk in the middle of the night, alone. I heard your muffles when that jerk wolf walked past me with that bloated belly of his. It’s best if you don’t ask what happened next.” She huffs and groans as she keeps walking and carrying her friend towards the cat’s house. “Of course, having you in my belly is the best I can do in case someone else wants to eat you. I hope I didn’t scare you too badly.”

“Only for a couple of seconds.” She remained silent for a minute before speaking again. “Thank you for saving me. I really thought that I was going to be digested.”

“No problem, hun. Just promise me that you’ll call me up whenever you try to walk in the city at night.” She uses her paws to lift her belly up so it can be easy to move faster. “Dang, did you chug a barrel or am I really too small for you?” Holly asks, still huffing loudly.

“Well, have you ever eaten someone before?” Chef asks back, hearing the soft growls from her friend.

“You’re saying it like I’m terrible at it.” She was right though, it was her first time having someone in her belly. “Besides, I feel like you are enjoying it there.” Holly couldn’t help but smirk at what she just said.

“I mean, it is you so yeah.” She hears Holly opening the door and entering inside a building. “Where are we?” She asks, starting to get worried.

“Your house, relax.” She answers bluntly as she closes the door and makes her way towards the couch, sluggishly sitting down and rubbing her huge swollen gut. “I think you should get some sleep. You had a rough night.” Holly leans back, telling her friend to sleep inside her own belly. “I promise you that you won’t be digested.”

Chef can easily trust Holly since she’s known her for a long time. So the cat closes her eyes again and goes back to sleep. For Holly, she was tired too from carrying her friend all the way to her house. So the dog closes her eyes too and sleeps. Hopefully she will be able to spit her out in the morning or else Chef might be stuck in there for more than the entire night.