Jim sat down beside Aisha, who was too busy rubbing her hugely inflated stomach to notice how close her new slave was. Her huge stomach sagged out from her shirt, resting on the floor like dead weight. This wasn’t the first time Jim had seen Aisha’s stomach inflated to almost insane amounts, but all those other times she’s mostly been stuffed with food, not people. Eating terrans was something that Jim had first come to very dislike about the female he’d eventually come to love like a sister. He’d avoided her when she ate terrans back when he barely knew her, but over time he’d forgotten her diet and learned about the person beneath the predator. Aisha, no matter how mean she could act towards people, was one of the most special people in Jim’s life. He couldn’t explain how exactly he’d come to care about the Ctarl-Ctarl so much, maybe it was because when they met they both had nothing. Jim lacked any real home or family and Aisha was hundreds of light-years away from her race. It was a friendship formed out of mutual loneliness. Now, Aisha had her home back, she’d return to her family and Jim couldn’t help but fear that when that happened he’d be left alone again. It was a ridiculous thought, but he couldn’t help fearing it. If Aisha left him and he couldn’t find Gene, Jim hoped that Aisha would eat him. Better to be a part of his adopted big sister forever, then live alone.

“Earth to Jim, you awake little guy? You look like you’re a million miles away.” Jim looked up and saw that Aisha had stopped playing with her gut and noticed him. She had been trying to talk to him for a minute, but he’d remained unresponsive. Aisha had immediately worried that Jim was ignoring her because he was angry that she’d labeled him a slave. He’d been sulking since she dropped that bomb on him and she’s been afraid that her actions had hurt her tiny terran friend. The last thing Aisha wanted was for Jim to be hurt by her. She’d rather sleep with Gene (yuck) then see her little Jimmy hurt.

“Something on your mind, champ?” Aisha attentively asked, as Jim looked up at her silently. A small smile formed on Jim’s face. He had to stop worrying about what could happen. There is so much that has happened for him to worry about that he doesn’t have time to worry about what could possibly happen.

“I was just thinking how nice it must be inside you. Wrapped in your warmth and about to become a part of such a powerful and beautiful Ctarl-Ctarl. I kinda feel jealous of your meal honestly.” Jim said it in a teasing tone, getting a rise out of Aisha at his strange complement. However, there was a morsel of truth in his teasing. Jim had no desire to die now or any time soon, but if he could chose his method of death, he’d much rather have it inside the person he loved then lying on the street bleeding to death. When you’re life is about shoot outs and casing criminals, the question of how you’re going to die occurs too you often.

“You shouldn’t say that, Jim. Although my stomach is the ideal way to kick the bucket, you’re not going to die in my belly or anyone’s belly. You’re going to grow up, break some terran girls hearts, get super rich with your computer skills and live forever after finding the cure for death.” Jim rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. Only Aisha could believe that he would live forever. Jim felt his bad mood start to fade away, sure there was a chance Aisha would dump him and he’d never see Gene again, but that could happen in the future, he was living in the present. He’d enjoy what he had now and if things turned for the worse, then he could start thinking about suicide.

“Now that my Jimmy isn’t sulking, could you do my a tiny, little favor?” Aisha asked politely, getting a blank stare from Jim. Aisha had asked him for favors before, the last one involved him checking the septic tank for all the gold teeth from her last meal. Hesitantly, Jim asked what it was.

“Well, since you’re my servant, I thought I might as well give you your fist task, giving me a belly rub.” Jim raised his brow at the request. He’d been ask before to give a belly rub, but all those other times Aisha’s stomach hadn’t been so big or full. He looked at the sloshing lump of flesh hanging from Aisha’s body with distain. As he was looking at it, someone was being digested inside.

“Come on, be a good servant and give me a belly rub, chop-chop.” Jim winced, how long was Aisha planning to remind him that he was now her property? Sighing, he decided he might as well get it over with.

“Roll over,” he said dryly. Squealing with excitement, Aisha fell back making her stomach slosh loudly as the person inside it was rearranged. Jim stared at the mount of flesh, which was actually taller then him. He placed both of his hands on the mount and slowly started rubbing them back and forth. The flesh felt so gooey against his fingers and his whole hand sank into the pliable flesh. Aisha let out a purr as Jim moved his hands in circles against the malleable flesh.

As Jim continued, he stopped thinking about what was inside the stomach and more about whom it was connected to. His friend, big sister, loved one. He got more into it and before he knew it, he had started to pull himself on top of the peak of flesh. Jim was perched on the top, sinking several inches into the mount. With his whole body, he started rubbing himself all over the pillowy fleshy tissue. Aisha purring grew stronger as she felt Jim moving to create the rolling motion against the entire soft light belly. Rapidly, Jim had a steady swaying going and it was easy to hear the food inside Aisha gurgling around. Aisha closed her eyes, savoring Jim’s touch. She reopened her eyes when she stopped feeling Jim moving.

“What’s the hold up…” The words died on Aisha’s tongue when she saw what was happening on top of her mightily belly. Jim was curled up in a ball, much the same way a cat sleeps, snoozing in the middle of her soft belly. Aisha’s eyes softened at the adorable sight and she forgot all about her massage. She had Jim, she had her position and that was all that mattered. Aisha leaned back and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to wake up Jim so she stayed on the floor and went to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day and she’d need Jim to make it through everything.