Awaken And Choose Consumption
(Kurai)
My mouth is a bit…tingly… I awaken, the world a bit blurry around me. My left paw moves a bit and touches something soft near me. I take a deep breath, smelling that my mom is nearby. Where am I…? Why does my belly ache…?
“M-mom…?” I call out.
“Kurai!” my mom exclaims and begins licking my face over and over again.
“What happened…?” I ask, trying to blink the blurriness away.
“You had an emergency…they saved your life, but now you gotta go to court…” my mom says.
“What?!” I exclaim.
I cough some dark smoke. That’s…not normal… I look and find myself in a white bed. My belly is shaved…again…and a line of stitches is holding my flesh together.
“Why did you eat the Fire Balls?” my mom asks.
Ahhhhh…that’s what happened… I ate what looked like cinnamon candy…apparently it nearly killed me. Court is going to be the death of me…
“Mom, I- I don’t know what’s wrong with me…I’ll try not to mess up again! Please! Just don’t let them take me away!” I wail.
“We’ve talked about this before, if we want to live in this society, we can’t eat our fellow animals. They found the remains of animals in your belly when they patched you up,” my mom says.
“One of them is fine, mom. I remember, now. She asked me to eat her and so I did. Then she revived,” I explain.
“And the others?” my mom prompts.
“…ummm…” I say.
“And that’s why they’re taking you to court,” my mom says.
“Right… I still don’t know how many people I killed in the incident…” I say with a groan.
“Don’t tell them that. We’re going with you found bones and ate the bones. If you tell the truth they will kill you for sure,” my mom warns.
“…right…” I say with a groan. “What day is it?”
“8th of the month,” my mom replies.
My stomach proceeds to grumbling very loudly. Ugh, the pain… What I need right now is a lot of food, plus a camera to record an in-hospital Mukbang. My mom stares at me with a funny look on her face. My stomach continues growling.
“I’m hungry!” I complain.
“I think there is a vending machine down the hall,” my mom says.
“Please! Grab me as many snacks as you can carry!” I exclaim.
With that, my mom leaves. Dang, now I’m alone. Hopefully she doesn’t skimp and just bring like a small bag of tofu jerky… I need something a bit more substantial or I swear, I’m gonna eat the next doctor or nurse who steps into this room.
(Kurai)
I’ve been waiting awhile, or maybe I’m being dramatic. Mom’s not back yet and my hunger is killing me. A nurse steps in and washes his hands in a rickety sink at the corner of the room. He’s a raccoon, which are known to like keeping things clean despite their reputation of digging in trash cans.
He shuts off the water and dries his little hands. Then, he slips on some gloves. I watch, seeing as this guy is a little bigger than me. I was hoping for something a bit smaller, but that’s alright.
“Ōkami, how are you feeling?” the nurse asks, approaching.
“Terrible,” I groan. “My stomach hurts.”
“Probably gonna hurt for awhile. I hear you ate an entire bottle of emergency fireballs. Those are for keeping warm, not for eating,” the nurse says, rolling his eyes.
“You know what IS for eating?” I ask with a smug smirk on my face.
“You?” he asks, a just as mischievous of a look on his face.
“Oh, I was gonna say you,” I say. “I didn’t think you’d want to eat me.
“Want to exchange? I’ll eat you, then you can eat me after,” the nurse suggests.
“Ummm, very professional of you. I’ll take that offer as long as you promise not to digest me,” I say.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says with a nod. “After all, I’d be fired if I digested you.”
I crawl out of my hospital blanket and willingly offer myself to the nurse. He opens his jowls and carefully begins to swallow me up. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze and I can tell he isn’t a mutant, or, at least, not to the degree that I am. As I am currently skinny, it makes it easier for him to gulp me down.
The tight warmth of his throat surrounds me. Bit by bit I descend into his stomach. There’s a little bit of acid pooled in here, but he did promise to be gentle with me, so I’m just going to have to trust him. At last, I feel my feet slide down his throat.
“Mmmm, perfect! I’ll get a video using one of your camera so you can see this for yourself later!” the nurse says.
“Cool, thanks!” I say.
“Y’know, I’m a fan of yours. I’ve watched all your videos, though, usually just to help me get to sleep at night. It’s soothing to see that our world is going back to normal,” the raccoon says. “And, if I get chosen for the jury, I’ll fight for you.”
“Thanks, man,” I say, shifting to get more comfortable in the tight confines of his belly.
“No problem, Kurai,” he says and I can feel the light added pressure of him rubbing his belly.
I can hear his heartbeat, it’s getting faster. I can tell he is excited. His internal organs groan, processing all the food that came before me. I could almost fall asleep in here…almost… The stinging of the stomach acids is keeping me from fully relaxing.
“Alright, let me know when you’re ready for your turn,” he says. “This does hurt a little.”
“Yeah, we probably should get this done quick. My mom will be returning soon, I suspect!” I say.
I feel the muscles ripple and BLEGH I get spit back up. I shake myself dry, splattering droplets of acid. The nurse is wearing clothes so this might be a bit tricky. I know I may have mentioned it before, but I’ll say it again, most animals in Clawderwilde only wear clothes for occupations such as police officers and nurses.
This raccoon is wearing a nurse cap, gloves, and a nurse coat. I finish drying myself off as he waits patiently for his turn. I look over and find all my cameras on the bedside table. They must have found my stash and removed it from my storage stomach.
“Eat me!” the raccoon invites. “Pretend I’m giving an internal examination!”
“Okay! You got it!” I say.
I gulp him down so quickly he yelps in surprise. Okay, so, I probably should have waited longer since getting stitched up to consume this much food, but, whatever. My stomach craves food. He curls up comfortably inside my belly.
“Comfy?” I ask.
“Yeah! And everything’s looking good in here! Despite the sudden increase in food in your belly, the stitches seem to be holding. The walls are slightly burnt, but that should heal,” he reports.
“Mmmm, feels so good to be stuffed full again!” I say.
“You’re recording this, right?” the raccoon asks.
“Sure am!” I say.
I can feel him moving inside of me. I’m so tempted to just digest him here and now. If Ursa was able to revive, maybe this guy can. My stomach gurgles loudly. Then, of course, my mom steps into the room.
“GOSH DANG IT, KURAI!” my mom yells.
“Ummmmm, hi…?” I say.
“Spit him or her out! NOW!” my mom yells.
Reluctantly, I shut off the camera. Then, I spit the raccoon out. He’s so slimey and soggy now, but he’s smiling. My mom has with her an entire wagon full of goodies. Oooooh!
“Sorry, ma’am… Just checking on her insides! Looking good. She should be well enough for court,” the raccoon says, grinning.
“Why the frick do you always do this, Kurai?” my mom grumbles.
“Ummmm, because I’m stupid?” I suggest.
“Look, it took me awhile to get back because the vending machine had a little malfunction… I only bought one bag of beefy chips,” my mom says.
“Can I have allllll the treats?” I ask.
“No,” my mom says.
“Then I’m gonna eat someone again,” I say, pouting.
“Fine, you can have five treats. I’m going to the bathroom, you better not eat all the treats in the few minutes I’ll be away,” my mom says, glaring.
“Okay, mom,” I say, smiling innocently.
My mom leaves. Promptly, I turn my camera back on. Yeah, I’m gonna eat ALL the treats. Let’s make this a mukbang speedrun! Whooooooooo!
“Hi, it’s me! Ōkami Kurai! Today, I will be eating ALL of these treats!” I announce. “How fast do you think I can eat them all? Let’s see!”
Quickly as I can, I rip into the packages. I hold them steady with my fluffy paws and tear them open with my mouth. I stick my muzzle into each package, using my long tongue to scoop the contents out. I chew quickly, swallowing some larger bites.
Then, I open the last package and clear it out the same way. Now, my belly is full of the delicious treats! I show the camera my chubby belly even though there is an obvious stitch line and my fur was shaved off. Then, I shut the camera off as my mom is returning.
“Kurai! I’m back!” my mom calls out cheerfully. Then she sees the empty packages and begins screaming.
“Welp,” I say, grinning sheepishly.
I think it is safe to say, my mom was not very happy. However, I have proved that whoever stitched me up did a great job. Despite my belly bulging, the stitches are holding steady, holding back the floodgates. I had fun, and that’s what matters most, right?
“Kurai, honestly, you’ll be lucky if Mr. Tubes even allows you back into school after all this. I’m running out of choices, I don’t want you to have to suffer,” my mom says.
“My classmates love me, mom. They can’t get enough of this,” I say, patting my overly filled belly.
“It will be the death of you if you are not careful,” my mom warns.
“Where’s Kage?” I ask, rolling as trying my hardest to get comfy without breaking the stitches.
“Kage is at daycare right now. And hopefully she isn’t eating people like you did,” my mom says, glaring.
“It would be funny if she did. Imagine if Kage was a mutant just like me! We could have so much fun together!” I say, grinning.
“I’m glad she isn’t a mutant. One is plenty enough,” my mom says and gives me a lick. “I love you, Kurai. I worry about you deeply…”
“I know, mom… I know…” I say and yawn.
Sleepiness is overcoming me. I ate a liiiiiitle too much for an after surgery snack. My stomach groans, rumbling violently as it tries to digest all the snacks. I sigh and fall asleep, curled up in bed. Soon, way too soon, I would be going to court…
