Early afternoon in the town of Serenity would find you walking along in the quiet commercial district, looking for a bite to eat. You spot a café up ahead, and wanting something peaceful and relaxing, you decide to head there. You enter and order a pastry and a warm coffee, before taking them outside to sit at one of the tables, where you settle in, munching your snack and sipping your drink.
Soon, though, you hear a voice, and looking up, you see a tall, lanky raccoon approaching you, giving you a cool and calm smile, his brilliant sea-green eyes half-opened as he looks at you. “Hey there, bud! You’re kinda in my usual seat, but that’s alright – Mind if I join you?” He doesn’t really give you a chance to answer as he pulls over another chair and sits beside you, sipping a coffee himself. “I’m Bandit; it’s nice to meet you.”
You take in the sight of your visitor, getting a look at his mask-like markings on his face, his messy black hair with dyed blue tips, and his very colorful tye-dye t-shirt. His long skinny legs were covered by a pair of loose-fitting black sweatpants, and you could see his bare paws – He wasn’t wearing any shoes. His long, fluffy tail sways idly behind him, marked with the distinctive rings of a raccoon’s tail.
You suddenly remember to introduce yourself, making Bandit chuckle. “Pleasure.” He says, offering you a handshake. “I’ve never seen you here before; what brings you to this side of town?”
You explain you were just taking a walk to see somewhere new in Serenity, and he nods. “Ah, nothing wrong with that; this place is really nice! There’s a lot to the town, and some places like this kinda go under the radar. But it’s nice to have a new visitor!” He smiles in his chill way. “I’ve always liked this shop – The owner is really friendly, once you get to know her. Plus, it’s right near my apartment, so I can’t really complain to a good convenient coffee!”
You smile and take a bite of your pastry as he sips his drink, though you notice him looking you over a little more intently as you sit together. He says nothing more for a few moments, but after he takes another gulp of his coffee, he leans a bit closer. “Are you wearing some kind of body spray, like perfume or cologne? I smell something tasty, but it’s nothing they serve here…” He again doesn’t really wait for you to answer as he moves in a bit more, taking a sniff near you. “Yeeeah, that’s definitely you I’m smelling – Not sure what it is, but you smell nice! Like… Really nice.” He chuckles softly. “I didn’t get anything to eat, as you saw, but I’m kinda feeling a bit hungry…”
You look to Bandit in confusion; what was he talking about? His eyes narrow a little as his whiskers twitch a bit, and he reaches to your hand, gently taking it in his, bringing it up to his nose to take a deep sniff. “Mmmm… Yeah, I think I could go for lunch. Would you mind terribly if I had a taste?” Once again, Bandit just continues to act as he opens his raccoon mouth, letting you have a peek inside – His flesh, unlike the usual pink you were expecting, instead was a deep cobalt-blue color! He delicately takes your hand into his mouth, and you feel the warm, humid air on your skin, followed by the wet and slimy tongue dragging against your hand. His mouth may be very unique in appearance, but it certainly felt like any normal tongue – Though granted, it’s not like you’ve exactly had much experience having your hand sucked on by a stranger to really have a baseline to compare this to!
After his taste test, Bandit lets your hand out of his mouth, but maintains his hold on your wrist, chuckling a bit. “You taste as amazing as you smell, bud.” His eyes meet yours as he smiles, and you see his fluffy ringed tail swishing a little. “Would it be alright if I had you all?” This question, he does actually wait to see your response.
You blink in disbelief. He couldn’t possibly mean what you think he means! You ask him for clarification, and he chuckles a bit, rolling his eyes very softly as he explains it to you. “I’m hungry, you taste perfect, and I want to eat you.” His words come out in a straightforward, matter-of-fact tone, as though simply explaining the weather to you. Seeing the worry in your eyes, Bandit continues, his tone softening a bit. “I promise I’ll keep you safe, alright? I’d never want to hurt anyone, much less get myself in trouble for illegal predation; I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you that it’s a real serious crime, heh. But if you were willing, then it would be okay.” He smiles, softly tilting his head. “Would that be alright with you? You’d really be helping me out…”
You take a moment to consider his words, while his thumb gently caresses the back of your hand. On one hand, this was a total stranger you know next to nothing about, asking to eat you. But on the other hand, he was taking great care to explain you would be safe. And his mouth did feel kind of nice…
You ask how he would manage to do such a thing while keeping you safe, explaining your concerns about being chewed or bitten, or worse, digested. Bandit nods softly as he hears your worries, and elaborates. “I may be pretty lithe, but you’d be surprised how much I can eat, and how wide my maw and gullet and belly can stretch! I’d be extremely careful and I wouldn’t bite at all; I’d swallow you whole, kinda like a snake. As for once you’re inside, I’ll just hold off my metabolism for a bit, to let you get comfy while I enjoy a full belly, before I let you out again. You’ll be safe and sound and in no danger, I promise you.”
Bandit’s words, and especially his calm and caring tone of voice, help to soothe your fears, and after another moment of consideration, you look into his eyes and nod, confirming you were willing to do this with him. Bandit’s smile widens a bit, and he stands up with a stretch, quickly finishing his drink while encouraging you to finish your own coffee and pastry, not wanting them to go to waste. Once all was done, he leads you behind the café, out of sight from anyone else. “I hope you don’t mind, but some folks find this whole thing weird, for some reason.”
You reach up with your hand, ready to offer yourself, but Bandit shakes his head. “Not just yet – Clothes taste terrible and get stuck in my throat; would you mind terribly taking them off for me? It would make this so much easier for both of us.”
You blush a bit at the request, but Bandit’s calm smile shows he meant it, as he says “Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” The raccoon chuckles a little as he tries to ease the tension with a joke. You nod and slip off your clothes, setting them aside, as Bandit watches you undress with a bit of a grin. Once you’re in the nude, the raccoon takes a moment to admire your body, his smile growing with interest. “Mmm, if I wasn’t hungry, I wouldn’t mind exploring you a bit more… But as it is, I think we’re ready; you’re all nice and unwrapped for me, like a tasty treat, and I’m eager to have you inside me.”
Your blush deepens as Bandit steps closer and opens his mouth nice and wide, more than you imagined possible, giving you clear, close-up view of his blue maw. His broad, soft tongue wiggles just a little in anticipation, and his soft inner cheeks flex just a touch with involuntary muscle contractions. His raccoon teeth are pointy, designed to eat nearly anything his kind may come across, and it’s clear they are well maintained; clean and fresh and a lovely dull-white. Looking up, you see the ridges of his hard palate, leading to the fleshier soft palate behind, and right at the back of his mouth, you see his uvula dangling above and his tonsils on either side of his gullet, which is flexing eagerly in anticipation of swallowing you down. Bandit exhales softly in your face, making his throat open up for a moment while you receive a puff of coffee-scented breath, before he pulls back and grins teasingly. “It’s all ready for you, bud… Are you ready to go inside?”
You’re blushing pretty deeply at this point, but after taking a breath to steady yourself, you nod, asking him to open up again. When he does, you gingerly reach your hands into his mouth on your own, giving his deep blue tongue a gentle caress, feeling as it squishes softly beneath your hands, the muscle strong but idle right now. You hear Bandit making a soft “Mmmnh…” as he tastes you again, but he lets you explore at your own pace, not wanting to spook you or make you uncomfortable. You take your time rubbing that warm, slimy tongue, feeling it gently curl around your fingers and stroke against your palms, giving you an oddly nice tickle as you feel the bumpy papillae dragging against your skin with each idle lick he gives you and each rub you give him.
Moving one hand to the side, you gently caress the flesh inside his cheek with your finger, admiring the indentation on his cheek from outside. He seems quite amused by this, and lets you continue your exploration. Moving upward, you feel the firm ridges of his hard palate, tracing the contours with your finger, before you reach a bit further in and stroke the soft palate as well. Unable to help yourself, you gently touch his uvula, making him giggle softly as it flops a little from the movement, dangling idly, lifting and lowering with each breath he takes. It seems Bandit lacks a gag reflex, as he is content to let you touch inside his mouth where you would like!
After a bit more exploration, you take another deep breath and nod to him, signaling your readiness to proceed. Bandit softly nods back to you in acknowledgment, before gently closing his mouth around your hands, sucking softly on them and swallowing the saliva that had been pooling in his mouth, having been drooling from your wonderful taste. His tongue strokes over every inch of both your hands, the raccoon making soft sounds of delight, but true to his word, he makes sure those pointed teeth don’t do anything more than give the absolute slightest of pokes to your skin, not even enough for you to really notice them. Once his final tasting is finished, Bandit swallows the saliva once more while bringing your hands to the back of his mouth, before taking a strong swallow to pull them both into his throat at once.
You make a startled sound as you feel a very firm tug, Bandit’s gullet much stronger than you anticipated, but he giggles and looks warmly into your eyes, reassuring you that you were safe. Another gulp takes your wrists into his throat, and you can see a visible bulge on his furry neck. You try to spread your hand, but the powerful esophageal muscles keep it snug together, offering you no give at all. Bandit works at a steady, eager pace up your arms, getting your elbows in, and he reaches up to gently guide your head down between your arms, just as he opens wide to bring your head into his mouth.
Your vision is surrounded by cobalt-blue flesh as his jaws softly cradle your head, treating you with the utmost care as he takes a moment to lick all over your face. You can’t help but giggle from the tickly sensations as well as your nerves from the whole situation, but he does everything he can to make sure you remain calm and relaxed. With your arms swallowed, being squeezed tightly by his esophagus, you attempt to wiggle them, but don’t get more than about a half-inch of room to move, though Bandit feels your attempts and chuckles a bit, giving you a little pat on your back. After a few more seconds, Bandit takes a shallow gulp to bring your head to the back of his mouth, before he opens his jaws wider than anything you’ve seen yet, just as he takes a very deep swallow to cram your head and neck into his throat while engulfing your shoulders into his mouth in one smooth motion!
Your vision goes completely dark as your face is surrounded by esophageal flesh, squeezing you tightly and making you feel like your head is in a vice, but thankfully there’s just enough space for air so you can breathe. With your head in his throat, Bandit leans down and swallows at a much steadier pace, working quickly to get you down now. It’s amazing to feel how easily he works past your chest, stomach, and abdomen, the steady swallows getting you in halfway in less than a minute! Your ears are being squeezed between your arms, but you can still faintly hear the squishing of his gullet, the beating of his heart, the breathing from his lungs, and the gurgles of his stomach eagerly awaiting its meal. He pauses his swallows for just a moment, and you feel him crouching down and taking a hold of your ankles in his hands. Before you know what’s happening, he stands back up and lifts you upside-down over his mouth, letting gravity help get you down as he resumes his quick, steady swallows!
You feel a tightness at your hands that soon gives way to a roomier chamber, and you realize you’ve breached through the esophageal sphincter into the raccoon’s stomach. More of you slides down easily; the peristalsis of his esophagus, the powerful swallows above you, and the force of gravity guiding you down nice and smoothly, making you curl up in the stomach that expands quite readily to accommodate you inside. You feel the raccoon taking a few cheeky licks at your groin and backside, but his mind is focused on filling his belly, and once he gulps your hips and waist, it’s pretty much a smooth journey to get the last of you down. He slurps your legs like long, thick noodles, and then you feel his mouth close around your feet, sealing you completely inside him. Bandit’s tongue wiggles against your soles and your toes, making you squirm and laugh as he tickles you a bit, but then he takes one last powerful gulp, and you slide all the way down into his stomach, curled up snugly in the fetal position inside him.
You can hear the raccoon huffing and panting after getting all of you inside him, followed by a bit of a jolt as he flumps onto his rear. “Hooboy… Man… That was great…” He chuckles, catching his breath and giving his belly a rub. “You alright in there? You tasted amazing, and you feel just as amazing inside me… My belly is so big right now…”
You giggle to yourself at the mental image of the lanky raccoon with a you-sized bulge in his gut, and you rub the stomach walls softly, reassuring him you’re doing okay. The stomach walls, though stretched out quite a lot, surprisingly still have some folds to them. The muscles are somewhat idle, just squeezing you a little in slow, contracting movements, almost as if simply caressing you more than trying to digest you. The scent of coffee lingers in here, the drink pooled at the bottom of the stomach along with all the drool he’s swallowed. You can feel Bandit’s hands caressing you from the outside, the raccoon very pleased with his catch, and he just relaxes for a while, letting you get nice and relaxed.
Despite the sheer intensity of what you just went through, you can’t help but find the gentle kneading of Bandit’s stomach quite soothing, helped by his calm words and gentle tone as he holds you inside him. “Thank you so much for letting me do this, bud; you’re the best.” He chuckles, before asking “Mind giving me a little wiggle?”
You giggle and oblige, squirming a bit in the cramped chamber, and you hear Bandit let out a gentle moan of pleasure from your movements. Encouraged, you continue, happy to make the raccoon feel good, and soon you feel your chamber shift a bit as he lays back on the ground, rubbing you from the outside while you shift and wiggle inside him.
The two of you share this for a while longer, until you eventually notice a subtle change in the way the stomach walls squeeze you – It felt more firm and forceful; not by much, but enough that you were picking up on it, and you express your concern to Bandit, who replies “Heh, yeah, sounds like my belly is starting to get into gear; I can feel it churning a bit more.” You remind him of his promise to let you out, but instead of an acknowledgment, you receive something different. “Ah, about that…” Your expression falls a bit, as he continues. “Thing is… I kinda really hate the taste of stomach fluids, which is what I’d get if I tried to cough you back out. Not to mention, you’re kinda big for that. And, well… You kinda feel really good in there, and I kinda don’t really want to let you out…”
You panic a little, but he quickly says “Look, there’s another way I can retrieve you, but you have to hear me out – I can reform you if you let me digest you; you’ll come back good as new like nothing happened. And the digestion is really soft and painless; you’ll just sorta melt in there, then I’ll retrieve your essence and reform you, alright? So you’ll still come back out, just in a different way.”
You listen to Bandit’s words as he explains his intentions, while the stomach grows more active still, and you notice some thick liquids beginning to pool at the bottom, soaking into you. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice; you were completely at the raccoon’s mercy here and now, but he sounded sincere with his words. Besides, he already explained that he would get in a lot of trouble if you were harmed in any way with this. You take a deep breath and respond to him, letting him know you were ready. Bandit gives you a pat and says “Alright, thank you for understanding; I promise I’ll bring you back safe and sound.”
No longer restrained, the stomach begins to really ramp up its efforts, squishing and squeezing you all over from every conceivable angle, kneading you like a ball of dough and working those fluids into your form. The temperature begins to rise as well, making it feel like a sauna inside the stomach – A sauna that was actively churning all around you, anyways. As this continues, you feel a tingle running through your body, the sensations similar to sitting close to a fire, but you feel no pain; just the warmth radiating into you, making you feel like you were melting… Which you indeed were. Your form grows softer, the walls of the stomach squishing you more and more with each contraction of those muscles, and you can feel yourself seeming to lose cohesion the longer this continues. But as the warmth and the relaxing squeezes continue, you find yourself growing tired, the sounds of digestion beginning to fade away as you slip into unconsciousness, drifting off as your form melts away in a gurgle, the sensations fading away from you.
You feel yourself remaining unconscious, almost in a dream-like state, surrounded by darkness, but after a bit, you hear a voice in your head – Bandit. “Hey… Thanks again for letting me have you, bud. You’re wonderful, you know?” You can’t see him, but you can hear his chuckle. You speak out loud, asking him if he was going to reform you now, to which he responds. “Well, actually… You do feel really good, and you’re quite nice to talk to in here, where nobody can hear us… My belly is all nice and big, thanks to you, and I kiiinda would like to keep it for a bit. Plus, your essence is making me feel really good... Would it be alright if I kept you here for a while longer, please?” You can almost visualize his smile as he says “I’ll let you go if you really want whenever you’re ready, but… May I keep you for a bit more? Or maybe a lot more?”
He lets you think about your decision; it was your choice whether you wished to reform as good as new in the world, or to stay with the raccoon in here for a while longer...
