Maggie is a big eater and sometimes she eats too much and Jeb the goat decides he's had enough but he will find himself in a very slimy place after pushing his luck when he snaps at the huge cow. Enjoy the story!

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It was another scorcher on the Patch of Heaven farm, and the animals had just finished their morning chores. The trough was full — or had been full — and everyone was ready for breakfast. Well, almost everyone.

Maggie had gotten there first.

By the time the others waddled, trotted, or flapped their way in, Maggie had already eaten through most of the slop, a haystack’s worth of oats, and two of the three carrot buckets.

Jeb the goat stood with his jaw half-hanging, his one good eye twitching in disbelief.

“Well butter my biscuits and call me a pancake,” Jeb muttered. “What happened to breakfast?!”

Maggie leaned back against the fence post, contentedly patting her bulging belly with one hoof. “Mmm-mm. That hit the spot. Who knew oats could taste so luxurious in the morning air?”

Jeb stomped a hoof. “You knew! You knew because you ate them all, ya bottomless walkin’ stomach!”

Maggie grinned. “Why, thank you, Jeb! That might just be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me today.”

The goat’s ears shot straight up. “It wasn’t a compliment!”

Maggie fluttered her eyelashes, dramatically offended. “Well now, that’s a mighty rude way to speak to a lady.”

Jeb was turning red under his white fur. “You? A lady? You ate like a combine harvester in a cornfield! You’ve got the table manners of a bulldozer, Maggie!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said with a wink.

That was the last straw.

Jeb’s tiny goat legs trembled with rage. “You crushed me last week with a belly slam just tryin’ to reach the salt lick! I was wedged into the dirt like a dandelion seed in a biscuit pan!”

Maggie giggled. “Oh that—I thought you were a mole hill.”

Jeb’s eye twitched. “You take everything like a joke, don’t you?”

Maggie sauntered up to him, her udder gently swaying with each step, her belly giving a confident squish as she walked. “Listen, sugarplum. You can insult my appetite, my manners, or my figure—but if you think for one second I don’t take pride in being the queen of cuisine around here, then you really don’t know Maggie.”

Jeb growled. “One day you’re gonna eat your words.”

She chuckled. “Not unless they’re served with gravy.”

Jeb lay there, fuming, as Maggie turned to waddle away with the full satisfaction of a cow who had eaten like royalty.

“Consarn it,” he growled under his breath. “This time, I’m done lettin’ her walk all over us… and through breakfast.”

With a spiteful bleat, Jeb lowered his horns and charged. His tiny hooves clacked furiously against the dirt as he launched himself at Maggie’s retreating figure, aiming squarely for her backside.

THUD–BOING!

The second his horns connected with her massive, plush belly, he rebounded like a goat-sized rubber ball. With a squeak and a bleat, he flipped backward, landing flat on his back in a puff of dust, his legs twitching in the air like an overturned beetle.

Maggie slowly turned her head, raising one brow. Her smile was back, but now... there was a little edge to it.

“Well now,” she said with a faint chuckle, “look who’s got some spring in his step today.”

Jeb groaned, trying to right himself. “Danged walking mattress…”

She sauntered over, looming above him like a curvaceous eclipse.

“You know,” she said, voice dripping with amusement—and a faint threat—“if you wanted those oats back so badly…”

She patted her belly with a loud, squelchy slap. It jiggled like pudding in a thunderstorm.

“…you could just retrieve them.”

Jeb blinked, dust clinging to his snout. “Retrieve? What in tarnation—?”

“They’re still in my first belly,” she said, tapping her gut proudly. “Still warm, still fresh. If you hustle, you might just save ’em.”

Jeb’s eyes widened. “Wait… what do you mean, first belly?”

Before he could scuttle away, Maggie reached down with one hefty hoof and pinned him gently—but firmly—to the ground.

Her mouth opened slowly, wide enough to reveal an impressively cavernous maw.

“You ever wonder what rumination really means, sugar goat?”

“WHAT?!” Jeb squeaked.

Maggie grinned wide. “You’re ‘bout to get an education in cow digestion. And I teach hands-on.”

Jeb had had it.

Still dazed from bouncing off Maggie’s belly like a goat-shaped pinball, he was mid-sputter when the big cow leaned down with that same smug grin plastered across her face.

“Oh Jeb,” Maggie said, sing-songy, “you’ve always been full of hot air. But now? I think it’s my turn.”

Before he could react, she scooped him up with her hoof—like a kid picking up a plush toy—and with one smooth motion, tossed him up into the air.

“WHOA—!”

The goat flailed mid-air before landing, surprisingly gently, right into Maggie’s mouth. Her massive cheeks puffed out like twin hay bales, her lips sealed tight in an exaggerated pout, her eyes crossing just slightly as she tried not to laugh.

Inside, Jeb wriggled and squirmed, muffled bleats coming through the fleshy wall of her inflated cheek.

From the outside, her cheeks bounced and bulged with his struggles, looking more like a cartoon cow storing snacks than anything sinister.

She swayed playfully on her hooves, a little bounce in her steps, tail flicking with amusement. The others in the barnyard gathered in silence, stunned at the bizarre showdown.

With a theatrical pause, Maggie stood up on her hind legs—her bulk wobbling as she took a dramatic posture like a circus elephant—and tipped her head back, cheeks wobbling wildly.

Jeb flailed in Maggie’s mouth, kicking and wriggling like a bug in a jelly jar. Her cheeks puffed out comically as she tried to contain her laughter — and him.

From the outside, the sight was absurd. Maggie looked like a walking balloon with goat-shaped cheeks, the occasional muffled bleat making her sides jiggle with barely suppressed amusement.

“Alright, alright,” came Jeb’s voice, muffled. “This ain’t funny no more!”

Maggie raised one brow. “Oh Jeb, sweetie… it’s exactly as funny as it needs to be.”

With an exaggerated gulp, Maggie suddenly tipped her head back — standing up on her hind legs like a cow performing a circus act — and gave a dramatic, theatrical SWALLOW.

The bulge of Jeb’s tiny goat body slid down her throat in the style of a classic cartoon gag — overdone, clearly fake, and played for laughs. The moment the lump disappeared past her neck, she let out a mighty “Ahhh!”, as if she’d just downed a fizzy soda.

The barnyard animals gasped, eyes wide.

Then, without warning, Maggie’s cheeks puffed again—this time from the other kind of pressure.

She turned slightly, lifted one hoof, and let loose a massive, echoing belch that rattled the feed buckets.

“BWUUUUURRRRRRP!”

Feathers flew. Chickens fainted. One pig cheered.

Maggie fanned her face with her ear, blinking slowly. “Phew! Jeb, you taste like a hay bale rolled through a sock drawer.” She patted her belly, clearly unimpressed. “Definitely one of the worst things I’ve ever eaten. Right up there with Farmer Al’s chili surprise.”

From inside, Jeb’s muffled voice echoed back, “You didn’t have to swallow me!”

She smirked. Then, casually, she began to tip back forward from her upright posture.

As her hooves returned to the ground, a small tremor rippled across the barnyard. Tools rattled on the walls, water splashed from troughs, and a loose bale of hay toppled off a ledge.

THUD–WHUMP–RUMBLE.

The ground gave a respectful groan beneath her.

Maggie blinked, glanced around, and shrugged. “Oops. Always forget I come with seismic settings.”

She strolled calmly past the trough, belly swaying like a hammock in the breeze. The gentle outline of a very grumpy goat shifted somewhere inside her round middle.

From deep within, Jeb’s voice groaned, “HEY! This place smells like clover and regrets!”

Maggie patted her side again, her tone light. “Consider this a timeout, Jeb. A little… digestive detention.”

“Let me outta here, you oversized beanbag!” he shouted.

“Oh, hush,” she said with mock sweetness. “You'll be back out once you’ve had a good ruminate on your behavior.”

She winked at the others, who stood frozen in awe and confusion.

“And don’t worry,” she added with a grin, “I’ve got four stomachs. He’s got plenty of room.”

Inside Maggie’s belly — more like a squishy, hay-scented bounce house than anything else — Jeb was miserable.

Covered in what he could only describe as pre-chewed disappointment, the goat slipped and slid across the soft, slowly shifting stomach walls as they gave an occasional groan and gurgle.

“Ughh! This is worse than bein’ stuck in the outhouse with Slim’s accordion lessons!” he cried out, struggling to get a hoofhold.

Every time he tried to press or push, the walls simply squished him back in with a slow, rhythmic glomp, like a big rubbery hug he couldn’t escape.

From the outside, Maggie was living her best life.

The hefty cow had sprawled out on her back beneath a shady tree, her legs stretched, eyes half-lidded in lazy contentment. Her round belly rose like a hill, squirming slightly as the goat inside shifted around.

“Mmm… nothing like a good post-breakfast nap and a goat-powered belly massage,” she sighed, rubbing her middle in slow circles with one hoof. “I should charge for this.”

A bulge thumped against her side from the inside. “LET. ME. OUT!” came Jeb’s furious, muffled voice.

Maggie chuckled, her belly jiggling. “Keep kicking, sugarplum. You're only making it better.”

Just then, Lucky Jack, the peg-legged jackrabbit, bounded over, hopping up onto Maggie’s pillowy side with a fwump.

“Whoa! You are looking extra plump today,” Jack said, bouncing slightly. “What’s in the buffet line? Watermelon? Tractor tire? Oh wait… is that Jeb?”

Maggie grinned smugly. “One very grumpy, very spicy goat. Thought a little time in the ‘moo lounge’ might cool his horns.”

Jack tilted an ear. “Y’know, I don’t think goats are supposed to be in there. Maybe you should spit him out?”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “He’s fine. He’s learning. And besides—if I let him out now, he’ll think all that sass gets him somewhere. No no no… he stays right where he is.”

She gave her belly a gentle pat-pat-pat. It squished under Jack like a waterbed.

From deep within, Jeb howled, “I AM NOT A LESSON—I AM A GOAT!”

“You’re both,” Maggie said with a smirk.

Jack raised his brows, still bouncing gently on her belly. “Well, just don’t fall asleep. If you roll over, we’ll have to dig him out like a peanut in a haystack.”

Maggie yawned. “I make no promises.”

Lucky Jack bounced with enthusiasm on Maggie's bulging belly, his small frame barely making a dent in the plush, bouncy surface. “C'mon, Maggie! You’ve kept him in there long enough! He’s probably singing ‘The Woes of Jeb’ in there.”

Maggie smirked and lazily stretched her legs. “Oh, Lucky, I’m sure he’s getting a good tune in there. After all, it’s a great place to reflect and work out some of that… attitude.”

Jeb’s muffled voice boomed from within. “I CAN HEAR YOU BOTH! LET ME OUT!”

Jack twitched an ear, ignoring him. “But come on! I mean, surely you can’t just leave him in there forever. He’s probably feeling like a snack now—”

“Oh, I’ve had plenty of snacks already, Jack,” Maggie interrupted with a sly grin, turning her head. “But you’re right about one thing…”

Lucky Jack’s ears perked up. “What’s that?”

With one swift motion, Maggie snapped her mouth open like a trap, scooping up the jumpy rabbit with her hoof and tossing him effortlessly into the air.

“Hey, wait—!” Jack yelped, but before he could protest further, Maggie’s mouth closed around him in one swift, exaggerated motion.

She grinned widely, licking her lips. “Mmm, Lucky Jack, just what I needed for a side snack.”

The rabbit’s struggles were muffled as he was swallowed down, but not before a quick and very disappointed “HEY!” could be heard from inside her belly.

As if nothing had happened, Maggie calmly patted her belly again, feeling the soft bulge inside that was now double the size it had been moments ago. Jeb’s voice echoed, even more frustrated now.

“Are you KIDDING me?! You can’t just—UGH!”

Maggie rolled onto her back beneath the tree, stretched out with a deep, contented sigh. “You know, Jeb, I did promise that rescuers were on their way. Looks like Lucky Jack got a head start. And as for you, sweetie, you’re just going to have to wait a little longer. Maybe you should spend this time ruminating on your choices. Really reflect on how you ended up in here.”

From inside her belly, Jeb groaned. “Oh, I’m gonna have a few words with you when I get out…”

She smiled smugly, eyes half-lidded as she rested her head on the soft grass. “You’ll get out, sugar goat. But not just yet.”

A small vibration ran through her belly as she felt Jack attempting to wriggle around, likely trying to find a way out himself. She chuckled.

“Y’know, it’s really fun when the tables turn, Jack,” Maggie said softly, her eyes narrowing with a teasing glint. “Don’t worry, though. You two make adorable roommates.”

Maggie’s stomach was a massive, gently undulating mass — a soft, bouncy world that now housed two very disgruntled animals. From the outside, her belly didn’t even look as if it had changed. The huge curve of her midsection remained perfectly smooth, not a single bulge visible to betray what was happening inside.

Inside, however, things were a little more chaotic.

“Ugh, this is worse than being stuck in the hayloft after a thunderstorm,” Jeb grumbled, still covered in the remnants of whatever Maggie had eaten earlier. He was trying to inch toward the walls of the stomach, but the soft, undulating surface seemed to keep pushing him back.

“Just tickle the stomach walls!” Jack suggested, his voice slightly muffled but still full of enthusiasm. “It’ll make her squirm.”

Jeb raised an eyebrow. “Tickle the stomach walls? What kinda idea is—”

“Trust me,” Jack urged. “She’s probably laughing at us right now, anyway.”

Jeb hesitated, but then — with a sigh — he began tapping lightly at the stomach walls with his hooves. The walls were warm and surprisingly soft, yet they felt a little squishy under his touch. After a few seconds of light tapping, a strange rumble echoed through the space. A weird, gurgling sound filled the air.

Outside, Maggie’s huge belly suddenly gave a slight jolt. Her eyes widened, and her large ears flicked back in surprise.

“Hic!” Maggie let out a tiny hiccup, the sound bouncing around the barnyard like an unexpected pop of air.

Her body trembled slightly as the strange sensation of being tickled from the inside hit her. She gasped, feeling a ticklish tingling ripple through her stomach.

“Wha… What in the hay was that?” Maggie asked, her voice breathless as she tried to hold in a laugh. She squeezed her eyes shut, her lips curling into an involuntary grin.

It didn’t help. The more Jeb and Jack prodded and nudged, the more the tickling sensation intensified. Maggie's hooves began to twitch, and she tried to hold it in, but the sensation was getting too much.

“No… No, no no!” Maggie gasped. She quickly pressed a hoof to her stomach, trying to steady the chaos inside, but she couldn’t fight it anymore. She burst out laughing, her body shaking with the sound.

“Oh no,” she giggled. “I can’t stop… Hahaha!”

Then, with a playful smirk, Maggie decided it was time to punish her little stowaways.

“Alright, you two,” she said, grinning down at her huge belly as if it were a mischievous pet. “If you think tickling me is fun, let’s see how you handle a rough ride!”

With that, she began shaking her belly gently but firmly from side to side, causing a jarring thud-thud-thud as the two animals inside were tossed around like ragdolls. Every time they found a stable spot, the cow’s belly jostled again, sending them tumbling into a new, soft, squishy space.

“WHOA!” Jeb shouted, struggling to keep his balance as his hooves slid across the slick, undulating surface. “You crazy cow!”

“Gotta learn to respect your elders!” Maggie laughed, enjoying the ruckus. “If you’re gonna tickle my stomach, then you better be ready for the consequences!”

After a few more shakes, Maggie paused and rolled over onto her side, pressing her full weight down onto her belly. The two inside were now squished into an even tighter space, the walls closing in around them like a gentle but firm squeeze.

“Oof!” Jeb grunted. “You just had to roll over, didn’t you?”

Maggie’s smug grin was evident as her enormous side lay against the ground. “Oh, you bet I did. You think I’m just gonna let you have all the fun in here?”

She wiggled slightly, enjoying the feeling of her belly and the animals inside it. The sensation was almost pleasant, like a massage. “Honestly, you two are lucky I’m being so patient with you. Most animals would’ve given up long before now.”

Jack’s muffled voice came through, a little more reluctant. “I really hope you’re done now, Maggie…”

“Oh, I’m done with you two when I say I’m done,” Maggie said with a laugh, rubbing her round belly, now at its most bloated. “Consider this your lesson.”

The two inside grumbled, but for the moment, they were trapped in the soft, warm space of Maggie’s belly, just waiting for her to decide their fate.

Maggie, satisfied with the chaos inside her belly, gently patted the round mass of her stomach. It was impossibly full now, swaying slightly beneath her like a massive water balloon. Her sides heaved with each chuckle, and her mood was as light as ever.

She stretched out beneath the tree, settling back into the soft grass. With a contented sigh, she slowly began rubbing her enormous belly with her hooves, her eyes half-lidded. "Mmm... this is the life," she mused aloud, her belly wobbling under the tender touch.

As she continued, her laughter faded into a quiet, pleased hum. She could feel the two inside moving around, still trying to make sense of their current situation. Every now and then, a small thump or muffled protest came from her belly, but Maggie didn’t let it bother her. She was too comfortable to care.

"Don’t worry," she said casually, as if she were speaking to a couple of old friends. "You’re in there for the long haul. Just think of it like a big ol'... vacation."

Just as she was about to settle in for another nap, the sound of hooves interrupted her peaceful moment.

Grace and Ms. Calloway, two of the other cows, trotted up, looking disapprovingly at Maggie’s very large, very bouncy belly.

"Maggie," Grace said, trying to keep a stern tone but clearly holding back a laugh, "This has gone on long enough. Let those two out already!"

Ms. Calloway nodded with a huff, glancing pointedly at Maggie’s round middle. "You’ve made your point, Maggie. We don’t need a giant belly flop to teach them manners. Now, get them out before they start causing more trouble in there."

Maggie gave them both a sly grin, the playful twinkle never leaving her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, girls. I think they’re learning a lot about humility right now."

Grace shook her head. "Maggie, you’re being too much." She threw a glance toward Ms. Calloway, who could only shake her head in amusement. "You can’t just keep them in there all day."

Maggie tapped her belly again with a soft thud, making the two animals inside bounce a little. “Oh, I think they’re fine. Jeb and Jack are getting plenty of time to think about their actions.” She winked, her belly wobbling as she chuckled to herself.

It wasn’t long before the muffled sounds from inside grew louder again.

“Maggie, please!” Jeb’s voice came, frustrated but faint, “Can you at least let us talk?”

Maggie slapped her belly with a playful thud, sending a ripple through it. The two inside were jostled again, their voices coming through in indignant squeaks.

“HEY! Stop that!” Jack protested. “We’re trying to talk, and you’re just shaking us like a maraca!”

“Oh, but you’re so cute in there,” Maggie teased, her hooves still massaging her belly. “I think I’ll just let you stew a little longer.”

Grace and Ms. Calloway stood by, clearly torn between scolding Maggie and laughing at her antics. But just as the tension started to rise, Maggie, feeling a tiny bit guilty for the chaos, decided it was time for a change.

She sat up and glanced toward the nearby water trough. “Alright, alright. I think it’s time for a little break.”

With that, Maggie rose to her feet, the ground beneath her gently rumbling with her movements. She took slow, measured steps toward the trough, her belly jiggling slightly with each step. As she drank from the water, she made a soft noise of contentment.

Finally, after a long gulp, she looked over at her belly with a satisfied sigh. “Alright, you two. Time’s up. Let’s get you out of there.”

She grinned, giving her stomach a little tap. “I’ll even let you have the honor of getting out first.”

Jeb and Jack both shifted inside, clearly relieved, though they still weren’t quite ready to forgive Maggie.

“Maggie!” Jeb huffed. “You’re lucky I didn’t lose my patience back there!”

“Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t lose mine,” Maggie replied with a sly wink. She gave her belly a gentle shake, feeling the two inside shift again, and then leaned down, opening her mouth wide as if she were preparing for something dramatic.

With a long, contented sigh, Maggie leaned back on her haunches and gave her belly one last pat. Inside, the motion jostled her reluctant guests, who were clearly ready for their release.

“Alright, boys,” Maggie said with a grin. “Time to check out of Chez Moo. Don’t say I never gave you a full experience.”

She let out a low grunt, bracing herself. Then — with a practiced flex — Maggie began to contract her enormous belly, her powerful bovine muscles gently but firmly squeezing inward. Inside, Jeb and Jack slid helplessly upward, their protests muffled by the shifting walls.

“Wha–wait—WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” Jeb shouted.

“WE’RE MOVING!” Jack yelled back. “We’re going up! OH NO, THIS IS WORSE!”

Maggie tilted her head back, standing tall, and with one mighty HUURRRP!—SPLORCH!

A wet, messy splat echoed out as two very soggy, thoroughly shaken animals were unceremoniously spit out of the cow’s mouth and into the grass with a loud, wet plop.

Jack and Jeb lay there in a gooey tangle, covered in thick saliva, bits of half-chewed feed, and the unmistakable smell of having spent time in a cow’s innards.

Jeb peeled a clump of grass off his horn. “That. Was. DISGUSTING.”

Jack wiped a string of saliva from his ears. “I feel like I got licked by a tornado made of oatmeal!”

Maggie looked down at them, utterly amused, licking her lips casually as if finishing off a snack. “Well,” she said, stretching her limbs with a slow, satisfied motion, “that was a good cleanse for all of us.”

The cow smirked. “Next time you two cause trouble, I might just send you to my second stomach. You know — the real long-term stay.”

Jeb groaned, flopping onto his side. “There’s a second one?!”

Maggie winked. “Oh honey, there’s four. Be glad you got the express suite.”

She gave her rounded middle one last rub and added, “And don’t forget to leave a good review. I pride myself on comfort, atmosphere... and unforgettable belly service.”

Jack coughed. “I give it two stars. One for warmth. One for survival.”

With a satisfied grin and a swish of her tail, Maggie turned and casually began walking away, her massive frame swaying with each step.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” she called over her shoulder, “I’m going on a walk. Maybe swing by the orchard… I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

The two drenched animals watched her go, still dazed and soggy in the grass.

Jack sighed. “You know… next time, we just let her have the oats.”

“Agreed,” Jeb muttered, spitting out a blade of chewed hay.