To some, this is the worst moment of their lives. Golah with his power, wealth and influence has managed to somehow lure or tempt them behind closed doors. Perhaps things grew sensual or perhaps they simply wanted to talk to this exemplar of a chua. But things have gone wrong. They've found themselves stripped down and now their idol is showing them all the wrong types of attention. Maybe they're drugged, maybe they're smaller than the creature but they're left backed against the wall as that gaping gullet slowly encases their vision. It's the end of their old life.

To others, this is the best moment of their lives. Perhaps they'd heard rumors of the chua's appetite and shyly asked for a demonstration. Maybe they were intimate with the chua and Golah sprung the truth on them. Likely nervous at first, warm slurps and sweet whispers of comfort and affection have turned their fear to curiosity and that to desire. Staring into the darkness beyond that tongue, they see the path to their new home on the other side of that belly chub. He's promised he'll take good care of them, turning their bodies into softness and keeping their essence nice and safe. Somehow, they'll be alive in there, still able to think, feel and live on as a soft, squishy part of their predator. It's the beginning of their new life.

No matter how they feel about it, it's far too late to stop Golah. They can struggle, squirm, fight, or just close their eyes and enjoy the possessive warmth. But it's the end of what they used to be. It's also something else. The beginning of a brand new life, their soul snuggled deep inside that belly. They'll get to begin anew as a living piece of Golah's tummy, a sentient bit of chua fat. It may take some getting used to, but that's not a problem. After all, all they can do is get used to it.

All they have is time now. An eternity inside of him.

((Art by  jerberjer