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updike vore POV

Running across the hallways of this eerily dark place was heart-wrenching. Every step felt like walking into the next patch of darkness, with no escape. It felt almost pointless: why were you even running if there would be nothing in front of you? Well, something was behind you, that being this "cloud" man. He's been chasing you through this seemingly endless hallway for an uncountable amount of time. You surely were losing energy, too. You couldn't keep running forever from him. You simply couldn't.

You stop on the side of a turned wall, catching your breath. You couldn't be there for long. When you catch your breath and come back up, you look back and see him rearing the corner. Before you could begin running again, you stumble and fall onto the floor. This allows him to catch you. He swiftly picks you up by your torso, letting your arms hang.

He stared darts into you. You stare right back at him, scared and panicking inside. You've only seen this man from afar or in pictures. Seeing him stare directly at you felt uncanny. You attempt to mutter something, but he quickly shut you up with a seemingly playful pinch on the cheek. You were confused, wondering why he would do such a thing. He toyed with you for a while, letting your body rock and sway about. You were bewildered by this the entire time. This suited cloud man was playing with you in this dark and empty hallway. Why?

He went back to that eerie glare of his. You were staring at him again. He brushed under your chin with his finger, before his stomach emitted a noise oh so familiar to him. It was awaiting a meal. He smirked at you, before lifting you higher. Your feet weren't touching the ground anymore; they were left hanging. Speaking of, your shoes were off, now too far away to reach for.

*mwaahhh~*

He opens his mouth, lifting you downward towards him. He lets your feet enter his jaws, the saliva moisturizes your toes and his hot breath sends shivers down your cold spine. More of you went in. Your knees, then your legs, then your torso, until he was up to your elbows. You were around the same size as him, so you were completely baffled at how he could even attempt to swallow you. You wiggle around to try and beg for him to stop. He didn't take notice; he just kept on swallowing. He's now up to your neck; his slimy gross tongue touches it. With a swift *gwulp!* and a push from him, you were now inside of him, never to see the light again.

He continued swallowing, you were rearing into his dark and contracting esophagus, the uvula swaying ever so silently whilst it does so. Without any of your input, you trail down his esophagus, your feet uncomfortably in his gurgling belly. It felt like an eternity in there, the contracting walls of flesh squeezed around your head, until you reached the opening of his gut cavity.

With a sloppy *sqplort!*, you had entered his desired destination: his belly. The cloud man recoiled, letting his stomach take form. He poked it a couple of times, then he massaged it. You could feel his hands glide across his bloated flesh. He began walking again, the mass of flesh you were in swayed like a ship across the sea, and the acid was the raging ocean water as it stung your skin, melting it.

Suddenly, you could faintly hear him enter what seemed to be an elevator. After a few more seconds of humiliating agony, the elevator turned on and went to his desired floor. Now's the time you begin squirming. You punched against the sticky walls of his stomach, hoping to at least get his attention. "Oh, would you quit it?" You heard him say while rubbing your fleshy prison. You were also getting more air now. Better not waste it.

*oouurrrppp!~*

A small, rattling burp emitted from him, subsequently shrinking your air supply. You continue pressing on, hoping to make him so bloated and gassy that he'd finally give up and let you out.

*bweerruuppp!~*

He squeezed at his bloated belly to stop making you squirm. The rattling burps and squishy gurgles from his belly rang throughout the elevator walls. You were more confined than before, including the fact you had no oxygen left in your fleshy prison from the humongous belch that is running up his throat.

*OOOOUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!~*

A long sigh and a loud belly groan came right after that big output of gas. This went on for another 20 minutes, in which he got out of the elevator and then sat in his office chair. By the time he'd sat down, you'd already passed out from lack of air. He reclined back, watching his slumped and unmoving belly shrink as you died in his rising pool of acid. You didn't care to notice since you already were asleep. You were now merely a pile of bones and flab. Most of which went to his rear, now pillowed and squishy.

*BWEEERRUUPP!~*

The rest of the prey came out, as he looked and admired his work today. "Subject 504 has been confirmed deceased, cease all filing of the entity." Updike announced to all the Greater Good employees. He picked up the pile of slimy bones from his desk, threw them away, and laid back in his chair again.