You sigh in contentment, and rub your front stomach gently, having always enjoyed the feeling of live food stuck inside of you, waiting to become nourishment for your great body. You grin down at those stil not eaten, standing on the floor looking quite frightened. You sigh again, as you let your first stomach squeeze the morsel into your second stomach, the "Big Betsy" stomach where all the real digestion is done. It starts gurgling loudly, and the struggles of the meal are visible even to onlookers, but are very obvious to you. You moan happily, and reach back to stroke your rear stomach, feeling your meal struggling to get out alive from within you. After a bit, you pull your paw away and smile at the other morsels waiting to be devoured like your firt snack. You start trying to think of what to do with these morsels, eat them now, or play with them first and eat them later on?
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