Mia is deeply entranced in the non-threatening movement of her gargantuan gut. She absentmindedly rubs the swollen organ, feeling the forms of her two prey through her taut skin. Something primal had been awakened in her, something that felt so right about having others in her grumbling tummy. She harbored no ill will to her passengers, but does a lion have ill will to its prey? Though her stomach posed no threat as its velvet walls caress her meal, things may have been different if she hadn't disabled her digestion. For now her clothes have fallen to the side, parted by the mound of her belly, exposing her perky and shapley breasts and unblemished skin.<br/><br/>Ruby would join his master, more than happy to hop onto the apex of Mia's distended belly, his fluffy fur tickling the overstuffed woman, his paws pressing into her stomach slightly.