Sleep Eating Shenanigans

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“Mmmmph. . . What a feast. . .”
Sheila smiled in her sleep.  She was dreaming of eating a gigantic dinner, an absolutely humongous array of food—and she was going to eat it.
The great white shark opened her mouth wide, and squirmed in bed, nomming on her pillow.  A moment later, she had gulped it down, and so she moved onto the next part of the “feast”.
She moved around the bed, and gulped down her husband Marcus’s pillow, letting out sleepy, “Mmm,” sounds as she did so.  And then she started to gulp down her husband.
The tiger shark was sleeping soundly as Sheila’s maw opened wide, and wrapped around his head.  She licked and sucked at his form, letting out pleased sounds as she did so.  And then, with a /gulp/, his head was sent down her throat, towards her already-stuffed belly.
She licked up more and more of her husband, swallowing down his neck, then lapping up his shoulders and chest.  After sucking in his belly, he popped into her stomach, and began filling up the space.
Marcus’s head pressed against the pillows inside her stomach, which tickled his face and woke him from his dream.  “Mmph?” he muttered, opening his eyes.  As he did so, his wife sucked in his legs, and he was shoved against the pillows, causing him to let out a surprised cry.
The tiger shark looked around, confused for a moment.  He felt . . . disoriented, like his body was upside-down.  We those pillows in front of him?  And those red walls looked familiar. . .
Marcus gasped.  Now he knew what was going on: he was getting eaten!  Had a stranger broken into their house and started devouring him?
He tensed up, preparing to resist, but that’s when he heard Sheila’s, “Mmm,” noises from above, and realized who the real predator was.  The tiger shark chuckled, and sighed.  “Oh, honey,” he said as more and more of him emptied into her gut, making him curl up at the bottom of the belly.  “Eating me /again/, I see. . .”
She reached Marcus’s feet, and sucked on them, tasting every inch of flavor.  “Oh . . . such a good buffet,” the great white shark muttered, licking his toes.  Then, she gulped them down with the rest of him.  Finally, the great white shark pulled in her husband’s tail, sucking it down like a spaghetti noodle.  Before Marcus knew it, he was all curled up in her belly, pressed up against the big pillows.  By now, her gut had inflated to an enormous size, and she curled up with her feast, content for now.  “Good food. . .” she muttered.
Marcus laughed, and curled up next to the pillows.  The stomach growled and grunted, and he could already feel a melty feeling coming over him.  That was alright though—in the morning, he would reform, and explain to Sheila what happened.  The tiger shark laughed.  In all honesty, the whole thing was pretty funny. . . And in fact, he had done the same thing to her a couple of weeks ago!  Perhaps it was his turn now to get nommed.
His feet and legs started melting down in the stomach, and the tiger shark slowly started to shrink.  The pillows started melting too, and both he and it went down in size, like ice cream that had been left in the sun too long.
As time went on, more and more of the tiger shark melted away.  First his feet and legs reduced down to a puddle, then his tail joined in on the action and began breaking down.  The melting, completely painless to Marcus, reached his hips and made its way up his chest.  When his arms and shoulders joined in, the tiger shark knew it was almost time—once his head was melted, he would lose consciousness.
The melting made its way up his shoulder and neck, and reached his chin.  Marcus closed his eyes as it came up to his cheeks.  He would be absorbed into his wife’s beautiful body, and he himself would reform.  That was Marcus’s last thought, at least for now, as he completely melted away.
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Sheila woke up in bed, and realized her neck felt stiff underneath her.  Was she lying on the mattress?
Sitting up, the great white looked around and saw, to her surprise, the pillows were missing!  What had happened to her?  And Marcus was nowhere to be seen either. . .
“BUUUUURP!”  A loud belch suddenly escaped her maw, and her husband’s acid-proof boxers left her mouth, landing on the bed in a wet pile.  Surprised, Sheila looked down at it—and something else caught her eye.  Putting her hands on her stomach, she realized there was some new pudge on her body, especially around her belly. . .
“Doh!” the great white shark exclaimed, embarrassed.  She blushed.  “I must have eaten him in my sleep again!  I hope he isn’t too upset!”
“Don’t worry honey, I’m not.”
She turned to see her husband in his day clothes: a dark green pair of cargo shorts, perfectly showing off his chest.  “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he said, walking up to her and sitting on the bed, then giving her belly a playful poke.  “I had a really comfy bed to sleep in last night, after all.”
Sheila laughed, relieved.  “I’m glad.”  She scratched her chin.  “Now that I think about it, I /did/ dream about eating a huge buffet.  Was that just you, or—?”
She let out another /buuurp/, and this time, some feathers came flying out of her mouth.  “. . . Oh,” the great white said, realizing it.  “So that’s where the pillows went?”
“You should have cooked that goose before eating it,” Marcus teased, picking up a feather from the bedspread.
Sheila laughed, and her husband laughed with her.  He reached out and rubbed her pudgy belly, and then the two of them went to face the day.