Link's stomach groaned and gurgled, eliciting frightened shouts from the panicking little imp. He yawned in response, her pleas for mercy temporarily clear from his open mouth, before he laid down and prodded his gut with his paw.
"Link... please, you're digesting me!" Midna cried, trying to maintain her composure. Her voice cracked as she broke into a sob with the realization that her body was breaking down. "I'm not your food! Please, Link, I'll die!"
Her struggles continued with renewed vigor, but it was a pointless endeavor. Midna's face could be seen pressing against the stomach wall, an imprint of her features well-defined even beneath the fur, as she screamed and begged to be let go. The bulge began to soften and round out, and her struggles became less intense. Her demands became quieter, and soon only her muffled sobbing could be heard. Link's stomach glorped loudly and began to shrink, the sounds of the digesting imp drowning out her final cries for mercy.
Link burped again, loosing a clump of bright orange hair that splattered to the ground in front of him. Midna was nothing more than a lump of fat in his middle. She was a satisfying meal to be sure, but why should he stop there? The world was full of plenty of delicious treats, just waiting to become his meals...
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