Alright. Here's chapter 7 in its real place. And now things might make more sense! As much as they can, at least...
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Chelmey stared at the second-to-last slice of cherry pie. His stomach growled as he picked up the fork and took the first bite.
Delicious, he thought. Amelie really knows how to cook! He sighed as he finished down the last bite and stared at the final piece. He was about to take a bite when…
"How's the pie, Inspector?" Layton's voice came from behind him. He jumped and dropped his fork with a clatter on his plate.
"Dang it, Layton! What the heck are you doing here?! This isn't about another one of my cases you've come to solve, is it?!"
"Oh, no, Inspector., I assure you I won't be helping or interfering with your newest case." he licked his lips, staring directly at the man's eyes.
"What nonsense are you spouting now, Layton?! Is this some sort of--?!"
"Tell me, Inspector. Have you ever wondered what happens after you finish swallowing that cherry pie? Have you ever pondered the whole conditions it must endure?"
"What are y--" Chelmey stuttered as Layton stole the last piece of pie from under his nose. He then stepped out from behind Chelmey's chair, exposing his humongous and stuffed belly. A glow could be seen within, and faint shadows could be seen shifting around.
Layton opened his mouth, tilted the plate, and slid the slice inside. Not even chewing, he gulped the whole piece down.
The pie traveled down his throat in a rather large lump, and the glow inside diminished as thick pieces of food fell upon Don Paolo's flashlight. Chelmey gagged at the sight of the movement in Layton's belly as the inhabitants shifted around, wiping off the thick, crumby slop that had oozed onto their heads.
"Would you like to find out what happens now, Inspector?" he gave a deep, evil laugh. The Inspector had no time to respond, however, because Layton had already wrapped the long, slimy tongue around his neck.
"Over the teeth, and past the gums…" Layton recited, a sneer across his face. His tone dropped into something more sinister as he finished the poem. "…look out, stomach, here he comes!!!"
"What in the--!! AAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHhhhhh--! Mph! Mrrrph!!!" Chelmey's cries were silenced within Layton's throat as he took him in head first. The Professor allowed Chelmey free movement of his arms and legs, allowing for a challenge, as well as an abundance of movement within him.
The Inspector's wide berth caused some slight difficulties swallowing him down. Two hard, slightly painful gulps later, half of him was in his gullet. The Inspector's mustache caused the bottom of Layton's esophagus to twitch, causing Layton to laugh and almost choke, before he was passed through the opening. The Inspector's hands, still outside, grabbed the edges of Layton's mouth.
Heh…feisty one, hm? Layton thought to himself as his excitement grew evermore. He tilted his head back 90 degrees straight, and Chelmey's own weight caused him to lose his grip and slide in considerably further. With only his legs sticking out now, Chelmey continued to kick and wriggle, hoping to do something. But Layton only smiled at the panic within him. A few more gulps, and Layton was able to close his mouth.
As the wriggling within him continued, Layton felt his stomach expand exponentially as Chelmey was thrust into the tight space. The three other inhabitants were crushed into the fleshy walls.
Layton placed his hands along his neck, feeling the mass jutting out within him. One hand flat, he felt it going down, the contractions pulling down tightly, then relaxing and going back up to grab another part. He moved his other hand on top of his massive belly. His pounding heartbeat pulsing within, he could feel the details of their bodies much clearer than when it had only been two people. He could feel their continuous shifting within, his stomach contracting and sucking. The bodies within being slowly broken down. There was a slight splash every now and then.
Despite the massive amount of content in his belly, he still wasn't satisfied. He needed more! He needed to feel more fear as he engulfed their bodies! He needed to feel more fingers clawing in his throat, gripping to the thick, slimy flesh to slow their descent! He needed to hear more screams, the quick breathing, the fast paced pounding of hearts as fears came to life!!!
But who would his next victim be. After all, it wouldn't be fun to go pick someone off the streets. Ah, yes… someone popped in his mind. Refilling his stomach with air, he left Chelmey's office, and headed back to his own home.
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So...WHO SHALL IT BE WHO SHALL IT BE?!!?? You'll find out...once I finish writing this story, type it up, and post it! Which may take....DAYS! NYEH HEH HEH!!!
