You Are Hubble's Brunch: Part 3 (Patreon Exclusive)

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You whimper and whine as Hubble’s stomach squeezes your body, growling loudly as it does so.  “C-Can you please let me out?” you ask the predator.  “Please, just let me go. . .”

“Not a chance, my little morsel,” the blue bee replies, laughing.  “In fact, I think I’m going to keep you for good. . . Can’t wait to see how you look on my paunch again.  It’s gonna get even bigger now!”

Wait . . .he’s going to /keep/ you?  Does that mean. . .?!

A loud grumble interrupts your thoughts, echoing around the belly, and a moment later, the walls start dripping with juices, just like before.  Digestion has begun.

“HELP!” you scream, struggling about in the insect’s gut, thrashing and fighting as best you can.  “SOMEBODY HELP ME!  GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“You’re not escaping from me, tasty treat,” Hubble tells you.  “But keep struggling, I don’t mind. . . In fact, that feels great~!”

You pant, catching your breath and preparing to fight again.  The stomach acids have teacher your midsection, making your lower body feel gooey and melty, like it’s going to turn from solid to liquid.  It’s an uncomfortable, disconcerting sensation, and you know that if you don’t do something, you’re going to be bee fat!

You let out a loud cry and continue your efforts, pushing against the walls of the belly, kicking and punching them, praying it will give the bee some kind of discomfort so he’ll spit you out.  “Oh yeah,” Hubble says, sounding aroused. . . Wait, is he masturbating right now?!  “Keep on fighting, prey.  I like that. . .”

The pool has reached your chest, submerging most of your body in liquids.  Struggling is getting you nowhere. . . But you can’t give up now!  You have to get out of here, or. . .!

The gut groans loudly around you, and the liquids start to gush down.  They soon reach your shoulders, and you squirm and thrash, trying to escape.  But you notice your energy levels are getting lower and lower. . . And you’re getting really tired. . .

You let out one last breath, knowing this is it.  As the juices reach your neck, you fall unconscious, and digestion really begins.

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The next morning, Hubble wakes up to see that you have been fully digested, and his belly has shrunk down--that is, except for a prominent bit of flabby paunch that has formed at the front of his gut.

Smiling, the blue bee slaps his stomach, letting out a /buuuurp!/

“Mmm, thanks for the meal.  You were delicious~!”