"You heard them, little lady", Brad laughed. "You ain't going nowhere!" As the other college students laughed, your eyes welled up and you began to sob. Your only chance at seeing your friends and family again had been dashed by a room full of drunk, horny teens and young adults. Your prison was soon filled back up with foul-tasting beer and you were forced to down more of it until you began to feel woozy.
After the party, you had completely given up hope that you would leave. If no one bothered to save you before, they weren't planning on doing it now. This was your life now. Your entire world was confined to Brad's tight stomach. Your sustenance would be what he ate and drank. You began to grow used to the taste of the already chewed up food mixed with saliva. You would learn to scrunch up with him each time he did situps. Your mind would slowly begin to break, and eventually you would begin to grow fond of him. You would see the outside world as an awful place. Out there, you used to get sat on, transformed into lewd things and objects for other people's comfort. In here you were safe. You got fed every day, and Brad never abandoned you. Unlike... that one boy. You couldn't even remember his name now. Not that it mattered now. You were never going to see him again anyway.
During his workouts, you would begin to cheer Brad on as he lifted weights, helping him push himself past his limit.
Though eventually, he'd get tired of having to work around the little girl that lived in his stomach and he stopped exercising as often, gaining a good deal of weight. Soon enough, it'd be tough to even tell that he had someone in there with all of the weight he gained. He somehow still managed to take some girls home every now and then and they would have a laugh over your surprised yelps every time you were smushed under their combined weight.
He wouldn't stop eating, though. You would be constantly surrounded by food, some of it not even chewed up. Whenever you slept, it was always in a pool of stinking mush.
One day, he was sitting at home watching TV and drinking a beer, occasionally scratching his girl-filled gut before downing a plate of chips. "Th... thank you for dinner, Mister Brad...", you said weakly as you scooped up the chewed up nachos into your mouth.
"Glad you like it, gut girl", the college student chuckled as he chugged the rest of his beer. "Nice to see you finally settled in to your new home."
"Of... of course", you responded, your mind having long since been warped by your surroundings and the constant taunting. "This is where little girls belong... in the tummy of a big strong predator..."
"That's right, little lady", Brad laughed. "I bet if your little boyfriend heard you, he'd... huh. Y'know it's funny, I gulped you down to mess with him, but I forgot all about him. Heck, I haven't even seen him since then. Guess some other pred got to him, huh?"
"I don't have a boyfriend", you said. "I only have... you, Mister Brad. And that's all I need."
Brad laughed it off, but you were completely serious. As Brad got older, you would remain the same size and age in his gut. As Brad slept on his girl-filled belly, your dreams of knights and dragons were gone. Instead, you dreamed of being made into various dishes and being served to your big, strong predator. You sighed in your sleep as you had grown to love your new life in the bully's gut.
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