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*To be so gloriously rich was a dream most desired, though Chance here was effortlessly born into it. It was like a dream owning a msssive casino filled to the brim with conteders who wished to test their luck, but none had luck that could match that gluttonous gambler's natural luck. Even from the day he was born did they retain that annoyingly smug and cocky attitude towards everything, there was no other person able to beat him at his own games, so why not inflate his ego even more by inviting an eager salesman over to come play? It wouldn't hurt.. atleast not himself.*
*Here Chamsin was, standing nervously infront of the enormous casino before him, his eyes darting upward to the big flashy sign. He took small hesitant steps toward the building. All he needed to do was somehow sell this brand new gambling machine to one of the most successful casino owners, simple task, right? No. But was he going into it anyway knowing the risks? Yes.*
*Almost like on cue, he heard Chance's loud inviting voice, nearly causing his soul to jump out of his body.*
"Hey hey hey! What's a face like yours doin' here, hm?"
*In person he was oddly rounder than Chamsin originally thought, although not like it was overly noticeable. He fidgeted with his tie before speaking up, knowing the gambler was impatiently waiting for a response.*
"Oh uhh... hey, I'm Chamsin... w-would you be willing to hear my sale offer?"
*The gambler would tilt his head, a smug smile still plastered on his face as he abruptly pulled Chamsin to a secluded area of the casino to presumably talk business. The abrupt action caused Chamsin to jolt, a small 'eep' escaping him, essentially being dragged along by the gambler.*
"Name's Chance! but you should know that already... Anyway, why, yes of course! While I do love me a good sales pitch... I would rather do business my own special way!"
*They obnoxiously cleared their throat before speaking up, still forcing Chamsin along to a secluded room. In the room there stood one big gambling machine, Chance's face only growing more mischievous as he studied the other's reaction.*
"Ahem... if you win at my game, I'll buy whatever you're sellin', deal?.. err... Cham-Cham? Just don't lose, and everythin' will be fine for you!"
*Chamsin could feel his stomach sink at the thought of having to gamble himself, let alone having to try gambling infront of one of the luckiest gamblers to ever exist. Never in his life had there ever been a rumor of Chance losing a game to his knowledge, and that thought only diminished his hope, yet he accepted the offer anyway.. given hopefully the chances would go in his favor.*
"...well.. I've never done that sort of thing before but uhh--... s.. sure."
*By those words alone, Chance's expression darkened with glee, letting out a cheeky chuckle as he ushered him closer to the big unfamiliar machine. Chamsin tried his hardest to not allow his nervousness to get the best of him, but his inexperience with being watched while gambling was showing clearly. The machine came to life and whirred loudly as Chamsin began the game, the result being nothing other than what Chance expected...*
*A complete total loss.*
*The gambler would approach Chamsin from behind with a smug grin, his gaze looking down at his worried expression. He gave an attempt to distance himself, however; Chance would firmly grab him by the wrist.*
"I did tell you... the catch.. for if you lost, did I?"
*Chamsin shook his head vigorously, his gaze darting to the gambler's eyes behind his shades, before shrinking timidly under his gaze.*
"I-I uhh... No?! Hey hey-- wait--!"
*Chance leaned down, keeping a firm hold on the slippery fella infront of him, a sly smile still plastered on his face as he spoke.*
"Since ya lost, it's only fair if I just... eat ya."
*The other squealed as he was barely given time to slip away before he was forcefully shoved into the gambler's hot mouth, the room filled with noises of both pleasure and displeasure. They gulped him down with mild impatience, the sweet taste of blue raspberry tickling his tastebuds nicely, Chamsin's body effortlessly sliding down his esophagus with little to no issues despite how hard he tried to squirm and beg to be let out. A loud burp escaped from the gambler's lips as he finished the rest of him off, feeling the way the poor salesman settled in his new prison, pleas being muffled from Chance's loud gurgling stomach.*
"Aahh... you sales peeps always hit the spot....."
*He chuckled as Chamsin's struggles intensified with time, hands pressing down on his outline, his feeble thrashes only giving the gambler more satisfaction above all else.*
"N-nnhh--! Please let me go! This-- this isn't what I... expected at all!-- nmff--"
*His words were quickly cut off by Chance pressing harder against the stomach, his squishing almost being suffocating for the poor guy wrapped up in his guts, the gambler still very dead-set on his intent of having Chamsin as his meal.*
"Awh... Chammy.... don't feel so bad about being my lunch, bright side is you'll serve a goooood cause for me!"
"Besides, that hunk of machinery you were tryin' to sell me probably isn't worth as much as you being my meal..."
*That cocky attitude shined through, and Chamsin could tell there was no way to speak reason to someone who had such a beyond inflated ego. Even so he continued his persistent pounding against the overly warm walls of his stomach, feeling the way the gambler started to go on about his day without a care in the world for the resident inside his guts. Surely it couldn't get worse from here, could it? That was until he heard the distinct rumble of digestion coming his way, only encouraging him to pound harder, which only caused Chance to laugh some more.*
"Hmm? Oh, it's hittin' you good, isn't it? Well, not 'good', as I said... moreso 'bad', but you get what I mean. Squirming's only gonna make my stomach work harder, y'know? Atleast settle down and accept your fate whilst I shower....."
*The distinctive click of his shoes echoed through the casino, yet none of his employees nor patrons dared question why Chance was taking the day off earlier than usual. Facing the gambler's gluttony was one thing none of them ever wanted to even fathom going through.. unbeknownst to them, one guy was already going through it... painfully, too.*
*Chance quickly made his way to his private room, renting his now tight clothes right away with a content sigh, his stomach bulging out freely without the restraining coat and undershirt he previously had on. They slipped out of their pants, allowing the belt smoothly drop to the ground before heading towards his shower, still actively feeling the way his food kept squirming around desperately.*
"Gee... you're quite the squirmer, aren't ya? Doesn't matter to me! I'll be enjoying my shower just fine, y'know?"
*A content sigh escaped his lips as he turned the shower, waiting for the water to turn warm before stepping fully in. He allowed the water to cascade over his body, his hands tracing each bulge Chamsin made in his gut, that damn smirk still lingering on his face as he noted the way his resistance seemed to weaken with every passing moment in the gambler's ferocious organ.*
"Don't tell me you're giving up so soon, Cham-Cham! You've barely put up a fight in there.. you should really try harder, hm?"
*He lifted his belly up, pressing it against the steamy wall of the shower, displeased noises emanating from Chamsin who felt even more suffocated inside. The gambler licked his lips, pressing his belly further against the wall, satisfaction filling his eyes as he heard every grunt and shriek and desperation from the other.. though, he decided to call off the teasing before he obliterated his water bill. With quick steps, they grabbed a towel, drying themselves off before putting on a luxurious bathrobe. He tied it around his enlarged tum, purposely making sure Chamsin felt that tight squeeze around him. It was miserable being this gambler's meal, absolutely miserable...*
*The gambler soon lazily settled into bed, but not before giving one last teasing comment for the guy unwillingly residing inside of him.*
"Goodnight, Chammy! Keep up the squirming or don't, either way you'll be digesting nicely..."
*Chamsin gave one final groan as Chance drifted off to a peaceful slumber, feeling the acid level rise higher while the gambler slept carelessly.*
"O-oh... god.. nnhh...!"
*That fateful morning came by like a blur, the salesman's essence now nothing but an orb of water inside of Chance's gut, unbeknowst to the gambler. They woke up with a dramatic yawn, sitting upright as they recalled the events from yesterday.*
"Filthy salesmen... ooh... think that one gave me--.. gnnhh.. indigestion.... shit.."
*He steadied himself using his nightstand, hunching over his own bed, before a loud belch came out of his throat. Two items of interest came out of his mouth, Chamsin's tie along with his belt, Chance letting out an almost childish giggle.*
"Oooh lookie lookie! Some new trophies!--... oh... hhnnh... shit.... there's more...."
*Chance threw up the orb of water containing Skeuoss, a puzzled look on his face as he observed the object. He knew the fish belonged to the salesman, but hadn't taken into account that his body would form a protective barrier around the thing, left undigested unlike Chamsin.. or so Chance thought.*
*Before Chance could recover from throwing up, the orb began to expand right then and there on floor, his eyes widening in pure shock.*
"Heeyyy uh..."
*He held back his words as a beyond pissed off Chamsin reformed right before his eyes, watching the way his body bubbled in anger. The gambler simply gave a nervous chuckle, attempting to keep his cocky attitude despite his obvious wariness.*
"We can talk about this, right, buddy? No hard feelings?... okay nevermind all hard feelings--! Shit--!"
*Chamsin spoke up as he grasped the gambler, his size towering over Chance, lifting him up with ease.*
"There's nothing to talk about...! Y.. you ate and digested me without a care!"
*Filled to the brim with anger, Chamsin engulfed his head into his mouth, not giving Chance time to adjust in the slightest. His throat quickly overtook the oh-so-smug gambler in mere minutes, now forcefully pushed down into the salesman's organ, getting quite the taste of his own medicine. It felt lukewarm, surrounded by the walls of his own previous meal now turned predator, sloshing around in a fluid that seemed like water.*
"Still not thinkin' about talking about this? Swear on my casino I... err... I could compensate ya!"
*He began to thrash about, Chamsin nearly stumbling over at the rapid sensation of someone making a wreck of his inners, though he tried to keep his tough act up as to not look like a fool infront of him.*
"H-hey..! Quit... quit your squirming or I'll.. uh... digest you right away!"
*His face was an active contradiction to the words he was saying, along with his timid mannerisms as he placed a hand on his translucent stomach. Right then and there the gambler realized his current position, albeit being the prey at the given moment he knew he could take advantage of Chamsin's inexperience right now...*
"...Hah! Is that all you're gonna threaten me with?! You serious, Chammy? I thought you'd put up a bigger fight even as a predator! Oh, this is timeless...."
*Chamsin's expression scrunched into a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, still trying to keep the 'tough' guy act despite his obvious discomfort.*
"T..-- Tch--! What do you mean I can't h..handle it?! I can handle it very well, infact--- oh god stop..... moving so much......"
*The sad attempts at arguing stopped momentarily as loud burps emitted from Chamsin's lips, his face turning entirely sour with how queasy he felt with the gambler pounding on his walls. He had to think fast on how to get him to stop before he would genuinely throw up, and the one thing his mind went to was Chance's mini fridge nearby, to which the gambler looked up at him with a horrified expression.*
"Don't you even-- hey! Those.... my collection is expensive..!"
*Even despite their protests, Chamsin went his merry way over to his stacked fridge full of rich sparkling water.. and got straight to chugging without further hesitation. Every ounce of liquid was taken in, the stomach slowly pooling with that fizzy drink and completely ruining Chance's suit, to which the gambler immediately complained about despite the fact he should be more worried about the liquid that had reached up to his own neck.*
"Gee, you really are gluttonous... just like me in a way-- but that's besides the point! C-C'mon! Can't you just... stop that!? My suit's all sticky!.. Please...?"
*Chamsim briefly paused his chugging, letting out a disgruntled belch as he realized how much he had drank in such a short time frame, looking down at the gambler in his guts before speaking up.*
"...nnnh.. I'll.. keep going until you decide to sit still... and I'll only let y..you out if you buy what I'm selling....."
*What a tough compromise, was what went through Chance's mind in that moment. The gambler let out a long sigh, leaning his head against the stomach wall in resignation. The one thing he hated most, giving up.*
"Fine fine... I'll stop movin' and I'll stop makin' a fuss and buy your stuff!"
"...you're gonna let me out now, yeah, Cham-Cham?"
*The salesman froze up, awkwardly fidgeting with the sparkling water in his hands given his tie was still discarded on the ground, looking down at Chance with worry plastered on his features.*
"..I... uhh... kind of don't know h... how? I've.. never been good with letting people out without digestion so-- nnh!--"
*Chamsin fell back against the bed as he felt Chance's squirms intensify right away, feeling the liquid slosh around his gut made him feel beyond queasy, yet he kept himself still to avoid throwing up everything he had just ingested.*
"C... calm down--! I... uh--... I can control my digestion I swear..!"
*The gambler paused briefly, a suspicious look on his face as he stared up at Chamsin.*
"Well! Ya better find a way to get me out soon then... goodness..... how can ya know how to swallow someone yet not know how to let them out?!"
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