Lauren tried to look round as she heard the swish of the curtain, but couldn't. Then came the wolf waiter's voice "Here is your order of cheese fries, our Chef, Silver, decided to include a small order of onion rings and fries as well; you may choose to eat the others or send them down to the humans. Please enjoy the rest of your meal." "That's us!" Alan called out to Lauren. From the leering 'thumbs up' the daemon couple were giving he knew they were about to go. "I love you Lauren - see you soon!" "Me too, love. Until.." Lauren's reply was muffled as Malice and Night gave once last massive swallow and the two humies were despatched, writhing into their bellies, their arms vanishing between their lips like spaghetti.<br/><br/>There wasn't much room inside Malice's stomach and most of that was filled with ale. The space reverberated as he belched then, after a minute or so it began to rain with assorted fries. Lauren lay in a sodden, slimy heap. Somehow she couldn't eat - maybe it was empathy with the food that kept spattering over her. 'Now what?' she wondered to herself. She rubbed her slit and nipples, enjoying the memory of her trip.<br/><br/>Night's stomach was a little roomier. As the tight sphincter squeezed him through he'd splashed down in a large pool of warm ale. He felt around his slimy prison cell. The walls were hot and oozed liquids. The whole place shook as she belched and swayed about as Night started to scoff the cheese and onion fries. The sound of more food on its way was so strange from inside. Unfortunately he'd been looking in exactly the wrong direction when the first of it arrived and got a faceful of mulch. Then the stomach started to move, changing shape. "I'm gonna be digested" he exclaimed, "I'm food!" He quickly corrected himself, "We're food!" as his thoughts turned to Lauren, just a few feet away from him, but in a completely different belly.