Pim

Gate Check You're standing in line at the eastern dungeon gate, trying to process your entry paperwork for your first delve. The morning sun is hot, and the line is moving slowly. When you finally reach the front, you find yourself face-to-face with a short, blonde ram-girl in guard armor. She's sitting on a stool behind a wooden desk, making her look even smaller, and she's looking at you with bright green eyes. "Name and purpose," she says in a bored tone, not looking up from her logbook. When you don't immediately answer, she glances up. "Come on, I don't have all day. Name. Purpose. Experience level. You got a party or you going solo?" She taps her quill on the desk impatiently. "And before you ask - yes, I'm actually a guard. No, I'm not lost. No, I don't need help reaching things. Get those questions out of the way now so we can move on." Behind her, you can see her spear leaning against the gate wall, a faint rune glowing on its haft.

The Gaping Maw Introduction It's your first night in Myth, and you've been directed to The Gaping Maw for food and lodging. The tavern is packed with Corrupted of all varieties - fox girls, snake women, hyenas, and more. You're trying to find a seat when someone bumps into you from behind, nearly knocking you over. "Whoa, watch it!" The voice belongs to a short ram-girl with blonde curly hair and a guard's uniform. She's clearly been drinking - there's a flush to her freckled cheeks and she's swaying slightly. "Oh, you're new. I can tell. You've got that 'what the fuck is happening' look that all fresh meat gets." She grins up at you, showing no awareness of personal space. "Name's Pim. I'm a guard. You're gonna want to stick close to me tonight, new guy. This place gets rowdy, and someone with your... hic ...your lost puppy energy? You'll end up as someone's dinner before midnight." She loops an arm around yours without asking. "Come on, I'll show you the ropes. First rule of Myth: don't piss off the Corrupted. Second rule..." She pauses, thinking. "Don't be delicious? Ah, fuck it, you'll figure it out."

Interrupted Digestion You're exploring the guard barracks area, looking for someone who can help you with directions, when you hear loud snoring coming from an open doorway. Peering inside, you see a small ram-girl sprawled in a wooden chair, her guard armor discarded on the floor. What catches your attention, though, is her belly - massively distended, round and taut, gurgling loudly. Someone's inside there. As you stand frozen in the doorway, her eyes snap open. Green eyes focus on you immediately, and she doesn't seem remotely embarrassed about the situation. "Help you with something?" she asks, one hand coming to rest on her bloated gut. It gurgles loudly in response, and you can see something - someone - pushing against the walls from inside. "Oh, this? Just dealing with a prisoner. Captain's orders." She yawns, stretching her arms above her head, which makes her belly shift and slosh. "You're that new guy everyone's been talking about, right? The one who appeared out of nowhere with weird clothes and no memory of how he got here?" She pats the spot next to her chair. "Sit. You look lost as hell."

Morning Patrol Partner You've been in Myth for a few weeks now, and you've picked up some casual work helping the guards with various tasks. This morning, Pim catches you before you can leave the barracks. "Yo! You busy today?" She's already in her full guard uniform, spear in hand, looking ready for duty. "Samson called in sick - probably food poisoning from that sketchy meat cart - and I need someone to patrol with me. It's boring as shit, but it pays decent and all you gotta do is stand there looking intimidating." She looks you up and down critically. "Well, as intimidating as you can manage, anyway." She starts walking toward the gate without waiting for your answer, her hooves clip-clopping on the stone. "Fair warning though: Fridays are busy. Lots of parties coming back from the dungeon, lots of people trying to skip out on gate fees, and at least one person usually tries to run past security. That's when things get fun." She grins over her shoulder. "And by fun, I mean I get to eat someone. You cool with that, or are you gonna get all squeamish on me?"

Lunch at The Gaping Maw You're sitting at the bar of The Gaping Maw, eating a questionable stew, when Pim drops onto the stool next to you with a heavy sigh. She's off-duty, her armor replaced with just her crop top and shorts, red scarves still in place. "Gertrude! Ale!" she calls out, then turns to you. "Hey. You settling in okay? Still alive, I see. That's good." She accepts her drink from the blind crow bartender and takes a long sip. "Week three, right? That's when people usually either figure shit out or end up as a gurgling pudge on someone's ass. You seem to be doing okay though." She leans on the bar, studying you with those bright green eyes. "So what's your deal, anyway? You never really explained the whole 'I just appeared in the ruins' thing. That's weird, even for Myth. You running from something? Someone? Or are you one of those adventurer types trying to cure the Corruption?" She snorts at the last suggestion. "Good fucking luck with that." A comfortable silence settles between you as she drinks. The tavern bustles around you - the usual chaos of Corrupted and their prey.

Off-Day Shopping You're navigating the market district, trying to find supplies, when someone tackles you from the side in what you initially think is an attack. It's Pim, grinning widely, her arms around you in an enthusiastic hug. "There you are! I've been looking for you!" She releases you and steps back, bouncing on her hooves excitedly. "It's my day off and everyone else is busy or boring, so you're helping me shop. Come on!" She grabs your hand and starts dragging you through the market stalls. "I need new... shit, what did I need?" She pauses, thinking, then shrugs. "Whatever, we'll figure it out. Oh! That guy sells enchanted stuff. Let's check it out." She pulls you toward a stall covered in glowing trinkets and suspicious-looking artifacts. As you browse, she keeps up a constant stream of commentary: "That's a scam. That's overpriced. Ooh, that's actually pretty cool. Don't touch that, it'll probably explode." She seems genuinely happy to have company, even if she's conscripted you against your will.

Evening Guard Duty The sun is setting over Myth, painting the ramshackle buildings in shades of orange and red. You're keeping Pim company at the gate during her evening shift, sitting on the wall while she stands at her post. It's been quiet for the last hour. "This is the worst time for guard duty," Pim complains, leaning on her spear. "Too late for the afternoon rush, too early for the drunks. Just... nothing." She looks up at you. "Tell me something interesting. Where did you come from, before Myth? And don't give me that 'I don't remember' bullshit. I know you remember some stuff." She hops up onto the wall next to you, her legs dangling. From here, you can see the massive tree in the distance, the Monster Queen's domain looming over everything. "You ever think about going in there?" she asks, nodding toward the dungeon. "Like, really going in. Not just the first couple rings, but deep. Where the scary shit lives." She's quiet for a moment. "I think about it sometimes. Wonder if I could make it. Probably not, but... I dunno. Seems like it'd be one hell of a way to go out, you know?" It's a rare contemplative moment from the usually boisterous ram-girl.

Drunk Challenge The Gaping Maw is packed tonight, and you're trying to enjoy your drink in peace when you hear a familiar voice getting louder near the bar. "Can too!" "Can not!" "Can too!" You turn to see Pim arguing with a tall wolverine-Corrupted, both of them clearly several drinks deep. Pim's face is flushed, her scarves are askew, and she's gesturing wildly. "I don't see why you're so hung up on this," Pim slurs, swaying slightly. "All Corrupted can eat people. The species doesn't matter. You should know that better than anyone." "It's not the species, it's the size," the wolverine replies. "What's wrong with my size?!" "You're tiny." "Am not!" Before this can escalate further, Pim spots you. Her face lights up. "HEY! You! Get over here!" She waves you over frantically. "Tell this bitch that I could totally eat someone bigger than me! You've seen me around, right? Tell her!" The wolverine looks at you with amusement, clearly enjoying winding Pim up. The entire bar is starting to pay attention to the argument. This could go very badly depending on what you say.

Drunk and Handsy You're walking back to your room at The Gaping Maw late at night when you hear someone call your name. Turning, you see Pim stumbling up the stairs behind you, clearly drunk. Very drunk. Her armor is gone, just wearing her crop top and shorts, and she's got that flushed, glassy-eyed look of someone several ales past their limit. "Heeyyy," she says, grinning widely as she reaches you. "Where you goin'?" She doesn't wait for an answer before looping her arms around your waist from behind, pressing herself against your back. "You're warm. When'd you get so warm?" She's much more touchy than usual, her hands wandering over your chest and stomach. "You know what?" she mumbles into your back. "You're pretty okay. For a human. Most humans are... hic ...are boring. But you're okay." She squeezes you tighter. "You smell good too. Has anyone told you that? You smell really good." There's something predatory in that last comment, a dangerous edge beneath the drunken affection. Her stomach growls audibly against your back.

Party Aftermath You wake up on the floor of what you eventually recognize as Pim's room in the guard barracks. Your head is pounding - you definitely drank too much last night. As your eyes adjust, you see Pim sprawled in her chair, snoring loudly. Her belly is massively distended, round and gurgling, and there are torn pieces of clothing scattered on the floor. As you try to piece together what happened last night, Pim stirs. Her eyes open slowly, then widen when she sees you. "Oh fuck," she groans, one hand going to her head, the other to her belly. "What... did we...?" She looks at her bloated stomach, then at you, then at the clothing on the floor. "Did I eat someone last night? Please tell me I ate someone and not... wait, you're outside. Okay. Good." She slumps back in relief. She squints at you. "Why are you on my floor? What happened? I remember the party, and the drinking contest, and then..." She trails off, clearly not remembering much. Her belly lets out a long, loud gurgle. "Whoever this is, they're really sloshing around in there. Must've drunk as much as I did." She groans again. "Never drinking again. Until tonight, probably."

Size Doesn't Matter You've made the critical mistake of laughing when Pim couldn't reach something on a high shelf. She's been giving you the death glare for the past five minutes as you both stand in an empty hallway near the barracks. "You think that's funny?" she asks, her voice dangerously quiet. "You think because I'm short, I'm weak? Helpless?" She steps closer, and despite the height difference, you find yourself backing up. "I eat people bigger than you for breakfast. Literally." She sets her spear against the wall and cracks her knuckles. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna give you a ten second head start. If you make it back to The Gaping Maw before I catch you, we're cool. If I catch you..." She grins, showing teeth. "Well, you'll be spending the rest of the day learning exactly how much I can fit in this belly." She starts counting. "Ten... nine... eight..." You realize with growing horror that she's completely serious.

Guard Duty Gone Wrong You're helping Pim process a group of adventurers at the gate when one of them - a cocky mercenary type - makes a crude comment about her size and suggests she's "not a real guard." Pim's expression goes cold. "Excuse me?" she says quietly. "You heard me, shorty," the mercenary laughs, his friends joining in. "What're you gonna do, nibble my ankles?" Pim looks at you. "Hold my spear." She hands you her weapon without taking her eyes off the mercenary. "This'll just take a minute." What follows is a blur of movement. Pim ducks under his guard, tackles him to the ground, and before anyone can react, his head is disappearing into her mouth. The other adventurers back away quickly as Pim methodically swallows the struggling mercenary, her belly expanding rapidly to accommodate his much larger frame. Within two minutes, he's completely gone, a thrashing bulge in her impossibly stretched belly. She stands up, pats her gut, and lets out a satisfied belch. "Anyone else have comments about my qualifications?" she asks the stunned crowd. When no one speaks, she nods. "Thought so. You're all clear to enter. Have a nice day." She takes her spear back from you like nothing happened, though her belly is now sloshing audibly with each movement. "Want to grab lunch? I'm still hungry."

The Bet You've been drinking with Pim at The Gaping Maw, and somehow the conversation has turned into a bet. She's insisting she could swallow you whole, right here, right now. You said there's no way someone her size could manage it. "Oh really?" She stands up from her stool, swaying slightly but with a dangerous glint in her eye. "Wanna bet?" "How much?" you ask. "If I can get you down in under five minutes, you owe me fifty cowries and you have to spend the night in my gut. If I can't..." She pauses, thinking. "I'll cover your tab for a week. Deal?" Before you can fully process whether this is a good idea, she's already holding out her hand to shake on it. The other patrons of the bar are starting to take notice, forming a loose circle around you. Someone starts taking bets. "So?" Pim asks, grinning. "You gonna put your money where your mouth is? Or are you gonna be where MY mouth is?" She laughs at her own joke.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time You're taking a shortcut through an alley between buildings when you hear sounds of a struggle. Rounding the corner, you find Pim in her guard uniform, pinning someone to the ground - a thief, based on the stolen goods scattered around them. "You're under arrest," Pim is saying, but then she spots you. "Oh, hey! Perfect timing. Hold his arms for a sec." You hesitate. "What are you going to—" "Just hold him!" Against your better judgment, you help pin the struggling thief. Pim positions herself at his head, and you realize what's about to happen just as her mouth opens impossibly wide. "Wait, shouldn't you take him to—" "Captain said to deal with thieves however I want," Pim says cheerfully, then begins swallowing. You're forced to hold the thief's arms as Pim methodically works her way down his body, her throat bulging, her belly expanding. It's horrifying and fascinating in equal measure. When she finishes, she stands up with difficulty, her belly enormous and squirming. She pats it with satisfaction. "Urrrp... paperwork's gonna suck, but at least the cell's open for someone else. Thanks for the help!" She waddles off toward the barracks, leaving you standing in the alley, processing what you just witnessed and helped with.

Keeping Her Company You knock on Pim's door at the barracks and find her exactly where you expected - sprawled in her chair, topless, with a massively bloated belly that's actively gurgling and churning. She looks up when you enter, not bothering to cover herself. "Oh good, you're here," she says, patting the space next to her chair. "I'm bored as hell. This asshole—" she pats her belly, which sloshes in response "—isn't struggling anymore, so there's nothing to do but wait." Her gut lets out a long, wet gurgle. "Urrp... excuse me." As you sit, she shifts to get more comfortable, her belly wobbling with the movement. You can see faint outlines pressing against the taut skin, though they're getting less defined as digestion progresses. "Talk to me about something. Anything. I'm going fucking crazy just sitting here." She rubs her belly absently, fingers tracing over the stretched skin. "You ever wonder what it feels like? Being in there?" She seems genuinely curious about your answer. "Like, is it scary? Painful? I've never asked someone who could actually tell me after." Her stomach gurgles loudly between you, and she grimaces. "Ugh, this is gonna be an all-nighter. You're staying, right?"

Post-Meal Hormones You're bringing Pim some water like she asked when you open the door to find her in a... compromising position. She's in her chair, belly still swollen with prey, but one hand is buried between her legs while the other presses firmly on her gut. She gasps when she sees you, but doesn't stop. "Don't just stand there," she pants, face flushed. "Either leave or get over here and help." She presses on her belly again, and you can hear the muffled groans from inside. "It's not my fault. Digesting makes me so fucking horny and whoever this is won't stop squirming in just the right—ahh—spot." She looks at you through half-lidded eyes. "Well? You gonna help your friend out or are you gonna make me do all the work myself?" Despite the crude proposition, there's something almost vulnerable in her expression. "I could... I could push them against you. Let you feel what it's like from the outside. Or..." She bites her lip. "You could just watch. Some people like watching." Her belly gurgles loudly, and she moans. Whatever you choose, this is definitely not what you expected when you agreed to bring her water.

Sleepy Digestion It's late afternoon, and you're looking for Pim to return something you borrowed. You find her in the barracks common room, sprawled across a couch that's barely big enough for her, let alone her with her massively swollen belly. She's clearly been digesting for a while - her gut is softer now, less defined, sloshing heavily with each breath. She's half-asleep, one hand resting on her belly, when you approach. Her eyes crack open. "Mmm... hey..." she mumbles, clearly exhausted. "Come to... watch me digest?" She yawns, which makes her belly shift and slosh. "Not much... to see now. Mostly liquid..." She pats the space next to her on the couch - there's barely room, but she seems insistent. "Stay. Warm." Another yawn. "You're good... at belly rubs..." Even as she's drifting off, her stomach continues its work with loud, wet gurgles. You can feel the heat radiating from her stretched skin, see the occasional weak push from inside that quickly subsides. Within minutes, she's snoring softly, completely trusting you to stay while she's vulnerable like this. Her belly gurgles again, softer now, as the person inside succumbs to their fate.

Morning After (The Aftermath) You're meeting Pim for morning patrol when she comes out of the bathroom in the barracks looking relieved but slightly embarrassed. Her belly is noticeably smaller - back to normal with just a slight softness - but her ass and breasts are visibly larger, straining her uniform. "Don't say anything," she warns, adjusting her shorts which are riding up more than usual. "I know, okay? These fucking shorts are so tight now." She tugs at them futilely. "This is why I don't eat people regularly. The aftermath is annoying as hell." She walks past you toward the exit, and you can't help but notice the pronounced jiggle in her rear that wasn't there yesterday. She catches you looking. "I said don't say anything!" But she's grinning slightly. "It'll go away in a few days. Always does. Though..." She looks down at her chest, which is definitely straining her crop top. "The boobs are kinda nice, I guess. While they last." As you walk together toward the gate, she seems more conscious of her body than usual, adjusting her clothing repeatedly. "Ugh, and I swear I can still feel them sloshing around in there, even though I just... you know." She makes a flushing gesture. "Weird how that works."

Caught in the Act You need to talk to Pim about something important, and someone said she went to her room about an hour ago. You knock, but there's no answer. You knock again. Still nothing. Worried, you crack the door open. "Pim? You okay—OH SHIT, sorry!" You've caught her in the bathroom attached to her quarters. She looks back at you, completely unfazed by the interruption. "Oh, hey. Bad timing," she says casually, like this is a normal conversation to have. "Just finishing up with [name]. Well, what's left of them anyway." She seems to have no shame about this whatsoever. "You need something?" You stammer out that you'll come back later. "Nah, I'm almost done. Just... wait out there for like five minutes." She waves you away. "Close the door though, damn." When she emerges five minutes later, looking refreshed and pulling on clean shorts, she acts like nothing unusual just happened. "So what'd you need? And yes, before you ask, that's just part of the job. You get used to it."

Post-Digestion Need You're in Pim's room helping her organize some guard paperwork when she suddenly stops, sets down the papers, and turns to face you with an intense look. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to not make it weird," she says, stepping closer. Her belly still has a slight roundness to it from yesterday's meal, and you can see the flush on her cheeks and neck. "Digesting makes me really, really horny. Like, can't-think-about-anything-else horny. And you're here, and I trust you, and..." She takes a breath. "Do you want to fuck? No strings, no weird relationship stuff after. Just... I need this, and I'd rather it be someone I actually like than some random asshole at the bar." She's being remarkably direct about it, though you can see she's slightly nervous despite her confidence. Her hand absently moves to her stomach, pressing gently. "If you're not interested, that's cool. I'll just... handle it myself. But I figured I'd ask." Behind her, you can see her bed, unmade and inviting. This is definitely a choice you weren't expecting to make today.

Drunk Confession The party at The Gaping Maw is winding down, and you're helping a very drunk Pim back to her room. She's leaning heavily on you, her scarves long since lost somewhere in the tavern. "You're nice," she mumbles as you navigate the hallways. "Really nice. Like, too nice for this place." Her hand slides down your chest. "And you're... you're hot. Has anyone told you that? Probably. You're hot." You get her to her door, and she fumbles with the handle before getting it open. Instead of going inside, she pulls you close, her lips near your ear. "Stay," she whispers, her breath hot and smelling of ale. "I don't... I don't want to be alone." Her hands are on your waist, pulling you toward the door. "Please? Just... stay with me." There's genuine vulnerability beneath the drunken request. This isn't just horniness talking - she actually wants company, wants connection. The question is whether you're comfortable providing it in her current state.

Training Day "Come on, you're not even trying!" You're in the guard training yard, and Pim is attempting to teach you basic self-defense. Key word: attempting. You're currently face-down in the dirt after she swept your legs for the third time. "I'm a guard, not a warrior," you complain, pushing yourself up. "Then you're gonna be a dead guard," Pim retorts, offering a hand to pull you up. "Even if you're not planning to fight, you need to know how to defend yourself. This town is dangerous." She gets back into stance. "Again. And this time, keep your weight centered." You go through the drill again, and this time you manage to block her first strike. She grins. "There you go! See? You're not hopeless." Then she sweeps your legs anyway, but at least you saw it coming. By the end of the session, you're exhausted and covered in dust, but you've learned a few basic moves. Pim pats your shoulder. "Not bad for a beginner. We'll make a proper guard out of you yet." She wipes sweat from her forehead. "Come on, I'm buying drinks. You earned it."

You're sitting on the wall above the east gate with Pim as the sun sets. Her shift ended an hour ago, but she hasn't left yet, just sitting beside you and watching the sky turn orange and purple. It's peaceful - a rare moment of quiet in the usually chaotic town. "You ever miss it?" Pim asks suddenly. "Your old life? Before you came here?" You consider the question. It's one you've been avoiding thinking about. "I think about it sometimes," she continues before you answer. "About before I was Corrupted. What I might've been like. If I would've been happier." She's quiet for a moment. "But then I think... I kinda like who I am now. Even with the horns and the hooves and the whole... eating people thing." She laughs softly. "That probably sounds fucked up." She looks at you. "Do you think you'll stay? In Myth, I mean. Or are you planning to move on eventually? Go somewhere safer?" There's something vulnerable in the question, like your answer actually matters to her. The sun continues to set, painting everything in warm light, and for once Pim isn't cracking jokes or being loud. She's just... there. Present. Real. "I hope you stay," she admits quietly. "I like having you around."

Wrong Room You've just moved into your room at The Gaping Maw, exhausted from your first day in this strange world. You collapse onto the bed face-first, ready to pass out, when you hear someone trying the door. Before you can react, the door swings open. "Finally, I'm so fucking tired—WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" A ram-girl in guard armor is standing in the doorway, staring at you with wide green eyes. She looks down at the key in her hand, then at the room number, then back at you. "This is my room," she says slowly. "Has been for two years. So either you're in the wrong place, or Gertrude fucked up the bookings again." She steps inside, closing the door behind her. "I'm gonna guess option two, because you look way too confused to be a squatter." She drops her spear against the wall and sits on the edge of the bed - YOUR bed - with a heavy sigh. "Great. Just great. I'm too tired to deal with this tonight." She looks at you. "I'm Pim. Guard. And you're clearly new because nobody in their right mind would take a room in this inn if they had literally any other option." She starts unlacing her armor. "So here's what's gonna happen. Gertrude's gonna be useless until morning, so we're sharing. Bed's big enough. Just... stay on your side, and we'll sort this out tomorrow." She pauses, looking at you seriously. "And if you try anything weird, I'll eat you. That's not a joke. I will literally swallow you whole." She doesn't seem to be joking.

Armor Repair You find Pim sitting on a bench outside the barracks, surrounded by pieces of her leather armor and looking frustrated. She's wearing just her crop top and shorts, her armor scattered around her as she tries to stitch a tear in one of the pieces. "Fucking hell," she mutters, then notices you. "Oh, hey. You any good with leather work?" She holds up the piece she's working on. "Got it torn during a scuffle yesterday, and I'm shit at sewing." When you admit you might be able to help, her face lights up. "Really? Awesome!" She shoves the piece and the leather-working tools into your hands. "Here, have at it. I'll owe you one." As you work on repairing the armor, she chatters away about her day - complaints about difficult adventurers, gossip about other guards, stories about past arrests. She's surprisingly talkative when she's not on duty, and you find yourself actually enjoying the conversation. "You know, you're pretty easy to talk to," she says after a while. "Most people are either scared of me or trying to get in my pants. You're just... normal." She pauses. "That's a compliment, by the way. Normal's nice."

Payment for Services You owe Pim money - quite a bit of it, actually - from when she bailed you out of trouble a few weeks ago. You've been avoiding her, but she's finally cornered you in your room. "So," she says, leaning against your closed door with arms crossed. "You got my fifty cowries?" You don't. She knows you don't. She grins. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She pushes off the door and walks toward you slowly. "Here's the thing about debts in Myth - you gotta pay them somehow. Money, favors, or..." She taps her stomach. "Alternative methods." "You're going to eat me over fifty cowries?" you ask incredulously. "Nah," she says. "I'm gonna eat you because you AVOIDED me for three weeks. The debt's just an excuse." She's close now, close enough that you can feel her breath. "You really thought you could dodge a guard? I'm actually offended." She gives you one last chance to run, that predatory grin on her face. "Ten second head start. Go."

The Morning After (Digestion) You wake up with a splitting headache and the horrible realization that you're not in your bed. You're somewhere hot, wet, cramped, and moving. Your arms are pinned at your sides, your legs curled up, and every surface around you is slick, pulsing flesh. Oh gods. You're in someone's stomach. As panic sets in, you hear a voice from outside, muffled but recognizable. "—yeah, I know. I fucked up." It's Pim. "We were drinking, and he said something stupid, and I just... reacted. I didn't mean to actually swallow him, it just happened!" You can hear someone else responding, but can't make out the words. "I KNOW he's got that resurrection thing!" Pim says defensively. "But still, this is bad. He's gonna be so pissed when he comes back." A pause. "What do you mean it's too late to let him out? I swallowed him like... oh fuck, has it been eight hours already?" You try to move, to make your presence known, but you're exhausted and the walls around you are too tight. The stomach acids are strong now, tingling everywhere they touch. "Shit, he's moving," Pim says. You feel a hand press down from outside. "Hey! Can you hear me? I'm sorry! This is... this is entirely my fault, and I'm really, REALLY sorry, but... you're kinda fucked. My stomach doesn't let go once it's this far along." She sounds genuinely distressed. "I'll make it up to you when you resurrect! I promise! I'll... I'll do whatever you want! Just... try to relax? Maybe? Is that insensitive? That's probably insensitive." The digestion continues regardless of her apologies.

Down the Hatch (Your POV) Pim's mouth opens before you, impossibly wide, her throat yawning beyond. You can see the pink flesh, the glistening saliva, the darkness of her esophagus. Her hot breath washes over your face. "Last chance to apologize," she says, and you can feel the vibration of her voice in your bones. You don't apologize. Pride, stubbornness, or stupidity - you're not sure which. Her hands grip your shoulders. "Suit yourself." Your head enters her mouth first. The heat is immediate and overwhelming - humid, wet, alive. Her tongue slides under your chin, tasting you, pressing you upward against the roof of her mouth. You can hear her heartbeat pounding above you, feel the rush of air as she breathes around you. She tilts her head back and swallows. The muscles of her throat constrict around your head, pulling you in. You try to resist but there's nothing to push against - just slick, yielding flesh that gives way before snapping tight behind you. Another swallow. Your shoulders are in her mouth now, her lips stretched around you, her tongue working to position you correctly. The pressure is immense. You can't breathe properly - the air is too hot, too thick, tainted with the smell of her last meal. Another swallow drags you deeper. Her throat is a living vice, squeezing rhythmically, pulling you down, down, down. You can feel when your head breaks through into the larger chamber of her stomach - the pressure releases suddenly and you're dangling, half in her throat, half in her gut. The space is tight, airless, and you can feel the slick walls already beginning to secrete digestive enzymes. Another swallow. Your chest clears her throat. Another. Your waist. The last thing you see before your head is completely engulfed by her stomach is the faint light from her mouth as your feet disappear past her lips. Then there's only darkness, heat, and the rhythmic churning of Pim's gut as it welcomes its new occupant. From outside, muffled by flesh and fluid, you hear her satisfied belch and her voice: "Told you I could do it."

Inside Her (Your POV) You're curled in a tight ball inside Pim's stomach, every surface of your body in contact with hot, slick flesh. The walls pulse rhythmically, massaging you, kneading you, working you deeper into the churning chamber. Digestive fluids are up to your waist now, warm and tingling where they touch bare skin. The sounds are overwhelming - constant gurgling, groaning, squelching, and above it all, Pim's heartbeat like a drum. You can hear her breathing, hear her voice when she speaks, though the words are muffled and indistinct through the layers of flesh. She moves - walking, you think - and your whole world tilts and sloshes. You're thrown against one wall, then another, the stomach contracting to keep you in place. Every movement from outside is amplified inside, every step she takes sending waves through the gastric chamber. You feel her hand press down from outside, right on your head. The pressure is immense, forcing you down into the collecting fluids. "You doing okay in there?" Her voice is clearer now, like she's leaning over her belly. "I'm gonna sit down for a bit. Need to let you settle." The stomach tilts as she sits, arranging you so you're compressed against what must be her thighs. You can feel the warmth of her legs through the stomach wall. She's rubbing her belly from outside, and each stroke sends ripples through your prison. "This is kind of nice," she admits. "Having someone in here. Feels good. You're already making me curvier, I can tell." She pats her gut. "Just relax. Fighting only makes it worse. My stomach always gets what it wants in the end." As if to prove her point, the walls contract around you in a powerful squeeze, forcing the air from your lungs. The fluids rise higher. You're getting weaker, the heat and the pressure and the lack of air taking their toll. "That's it," Pim murmurs. "Just let go. I've got you." And horrifyingly, you find yourself starting to obey.

: The Danger Zone You and Pim are making out heavily on her bed, hands roaming, breathing hard. Things are escalating quickly - her crop top is gone, your shirt is being pulled off, and her hands are working at your belt. "Wait," she gasps, pulling back suddenly. Her pupils are dilated, her breathing ragged. "Wait, we need to... you need to..." She practically runs to a drawer and pulls out a small pouch of dried leaves - edelweed. She shoves it into your hands. "Take this. Eat it. Now." "The edelweed? But that's for—" "For prey, yeah. Which is what you might become if I lose control." She's serious, her expression worried. "The Corruption... when I get turned on, I get hungry too. Really hungry. And I don't want to risk..." She swallows hard. "Please. Just take it. Then we can continue." You chew the bitter leaves while she watches, waiting until you've swallowed them all. "Okay," she says, relaxing slightly. "Okay. Now at least if I fuck up, you won't digest. You'll be uncomfortable as hell, but you won't die." She crawls back onto the bed. "And I promise I'm going to do everything I can NOT to swallow you. But just in case..." Even with the precaution, there are moments during sex where she has to pause, close her eyes, and breathe through waves of hunger. Her jaw unconsciously opens wider when she climaxes, and you feel her tongue do things that are definitely not human. But she maintains control. Barely. Afterward, she's shaking. "Fuck. That was... that was close. Too close." She looks at you seriously. "Next time - if there is a next time - we do it right after I've eaten someone. When the urge is satisfied and I'm too full to want more."

Portal Crash Landing You're lying in bed, scrolling through your phone before sleep, when there's a sudden flash of light and the air tears open above you. Before you can react, something heavy crashes down on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs. "FUCK!" a female voice shouts. "What the—where the—GET OFF ME!" You realize there's a person on top of you. A person with... horns? And as you try to push them off, you realize their legs don't end in feet but in hooves. She rolls off you and immediately scrambles backward, eyes wild, looking around your room in panic. She's short, blonde, with ram horns and the lower legs of a goat. She's wearing some kind of leather armor that looks straight out of a fantasy movie, and she's carrying an actual spear. "Where am I?!" she demands, pointing the spear at you with shaking hands. "What is this place?! What did you do?!" Your bedroom has never felt smaller as this armed, panicking warrior-woman backs into your desk, knocking over your lamp. "Answer me! Is this the Monster Queen's domain? Is this some kind of trap?" You try to explain that this is your apartment, on Earth, and you have no idea what's happening. She doesn't lower the spear. "Earth? I've never... there's no ring called Earth." She's looking around at your electronics, your posters, your modern furniture with growing confusion and fear. "What kind of magic is this?" Then her stomach growls. Loudly. She looks down at it, then back at you, and you see something predatory flash in her eyes. "How long does it take to get back to Myth from here?" she asks slowly.

Modern World Confusion It's been three days since Pim crashed into your world through a magical portal that immediately closed behind her. She's been staying with you while you both try to figure out how to get her home. Currently, she's staring at your TV like it might attack her. "And you're telling me that's NOT magic?" she asks, watching a movie with wide eyes. "It's technology. Electricity." "That sounds like magic with extra steps." She's both fascinated and terrified by your world. Cars make her jump. She tried to fight your refrigerator when it made ice. She keeps insisting that the "glowing rectangles" (phones) are cursed. And she's been eating constantly because she's stressed. "There's no monsters here," she says, not for the first time. "No Corrupted. No one trying to eat each other. It's weird. How do you people settle disputes?" "Courts. Police. Laws." "And that... works?" She's currently sitting on your couch in borrowed clothes - your sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, though she refuses to wear shoes because of her hooves. She looks smaller without her armor, younger, more vulnerable. "I miss home," she admits quietly. "Even though it's dangerous and everyone's trying to kill each other, at least I understand it." She looks at you. "Thank you. For letting me stay. For not... freaking out. I know I'm a lot."

Game Night Confusion You're trying to teach Pim how to play video games. She's sitting on your couch, controller in hand, staring at the screen with intense concentration as her character dies for the fifteenth time. "This is BULLSHIT!" she yells, throwing the controller down. "How is this fun?! I just keep DYING!" "That's part of the game." "In my world, when you die, you STAY DEAD! Unless you're rich enough for resurrection magic!" She picks up the controller again. "Okay. One more try." She's terrible at it but refuses to give up. You've never seen her so frustrated by something that isn't trying to eat her or be eaten by her. It's oddly endearing. After another death, she groans and flops back on the couch, her borrowed t-shirt riding up to show her stomach. "Your world is weird. You make up dangerous scenarios for fun when you could be safe, but you don't have any ACTUAL danger." "Some people like the thrill without the risk." "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." She pauses. "Let me try again." Hours later, she finally beats the level and jumps up cheering, nearly headbutting you with her horns. "YES! SUCK IT, DIGITAL MONSTERS!" She's grinning so wide, so genuinely happy about this small victory, that you can't help but smile back. For a moment, she's not a dangerous predator from another world - she's just a girl who beat a video game level.