A Corporate Leviathan by ParisGreen

Prin let out a deep sigh as he lay down on the carpet. One hand got to work undoing his tie and vest buttons while the other five went to work caressing his great underbelly. It had been quite some time since he swallowed two people in one meal. It was hell on his waistline but it was worth every pound to feel those delicious insubordinates struggle inside him, and goodness were they putting up a struggle.


“That’s right,” Prin cooed as he pressed his gut with his hands, he could feel a punch here, a kick there, “Fight me like you mean it, darlings.”

It was a powerful, euphoric feeling unlike any other to eat someone alive. Prin’s head swam as he tried to count all the lovely nuances, from the look on their faces when he makes his intentions clear, the savory taste of their face on his tongue, their futile writhing as their crammed down his throat, down to the muffled sounds of protests barely audible beneath his skin. And then there was the power.


Sure, as the CEO of a multi-million dollar company, Prin exercised a fair bit more power than any average person could even dream of. But he wanted more. After all he wasn’t just any person. He was Prin. He couldn’t just settle for financial power, he needed absolute power, and nothing was more absolute of a show of power than swallowing someone alive and savoring their futile attempts to avoid being part of his exquisite body…

Prin realized he was drooling on his shirt again, he’ll have to send this one to the dry cleaners. Again. He checked the time on an ornate grandfather clock and rolled over to stand, pausing to appreciate the feel of Alex and Elizabeth tumbling about inside of him. His footsteps were slightly heavier now as he galumphed over to his desk and dropped down belly first beside it with a heavy thump. Again he paused, paying close attention to the change in the struggle of his prey as they were no doubt now pinned between his great bulk and the inner walls of his stomach, their kicks and shoves becoming squirms to push him up from within. It was such a rush to inflict such a fate on another being using so little effort, it almost made him lightheaded. “Ah… lovely~”

Finally, Prin pressed the button on his intercom, “Victor? Be a dear and cancel the rest of my appointments today. I need time to help these two malcontents…acclimate to their new accommodations…”

Victor’s reply came as it usually did in these circumstances, anxious and stammering in a way that Prin couldn’t help but find endearing, “Y-yes sir…”

“Oh! And once you’re finished with that, I could use an extra set of hands~”

“Er, uh Prin? I really don’t-”

“Thank you, Victor! That’s very generous of you. I’ll see you within ten. Oh, and one last thing, tell the sales floor ‘you’re welcome’ for their newly vacant desk spaces.”