DING!
“Uuugh… What now…”
Smoky blinks her tired eyes, setting down her drill and taking a look at the half-disassembled car in her shop. The possum had made quite a name for herself in Serenity as a mechanic willing and able to repair, tune, modify, and even invent new features for all kinds of vehicles, and it always makes her smile when she can make a client happy. A day and a half ago, she received a task from the mayor herself – The prestigious Samantha Weltzin! Smoky had been quite excited to take on this job and fix up her official car.
That excitement had certainly died by now, as it’s become evident the feline hadn’t had a clue what she actually wanted done. E-mail after e-mail, call after call, asking the possum to adjust something else, or replace the mirror, or add a nitro booster, or paint the car a different shade of green, or remove the nitro booster… The possum checks the wall clock – 2:24 AM.
“Why is she still up...” She mutters as she shuffles to her computer, opening the latest e-mail.
-Hey, can you put on a rear spoiler? That’d look awesome!
The possum facepalms for a moment, groaning to herself, before typing back a reply; the same reply she’s sent nearly three dozen times now.
-Got it.
Smoky’s stomach growls. She hasn’t eaten since this all started. She hasn’t slept, either, and she’s certainly feeling the effects of staying awake this long. But knowing the mayor could stop by at any time to inspect the job, the possum just stumbles back to her work, using a marker to note where a spoiler could be installed.
The car, if it could even be called that at this point, sits as a chassis on the lift, while the rest of the parts lay scattered about the garage, some on workbenches but mostly on the floor. Somehow, the possum manages to keep track of this organized chaos, stepping neatly over the front passenger door on her way to the far bench, where she sits down and adjusts the screws of the gearbox. Her stomach rumbles again. She’s so hungry and so tired… Surely there’d be no harm if she just closed her eyes for a moment…
“Smoky?”
The possum jolts awake, turning quickly around as she spots the mayor herself in the shop!
“O-Oh, uh, Mayor Weltzin..! I didn’t hear y’all come in, sorry; I’d’ve cleaned up for ya…”
The grey-furred feline is dressed in casual attire; a sky-blue tank top and khaki sweatpants, and a navy-blue robe to keep herself warm, the green tie currently undone. Her signature red necktie is visible, tucked beneath her shirt. In one hand, she’s holding a clipboard; in the other is a book titled Ate It the Truth? The Predatory Problem Among the Working Class. The cat is one of the few residents of town Smoky actually has to look down to make eye contact with, but despite the tiredness in her expression, she at least tries to be receptive to the mayor’s visit.
Sam, though, seems oblivious to Smoky’s current plight, replying “Samantha is alright! Or even just Sam!” before peeking past the possum to the workbench. “Whatcha working on, Smoky? You look really busy… Have you been taking breaks?”
The possum shakes her head softly. “Nah, I wanted ta get this done for y’all… Everythin’ ya been askin’ for.”
Samantha tilts her head softly, hearing Smoky hasn’t stopped working… Before her eyes light up. “Great! You’re such a hard worker! If only my staff could keep going like you!”
Smoky blinks her eyes, then forces a smile so clearly fake that only the densest individuals would actually fall for it. “Thank ya, Sam..! I do my best..!”
The cat sees Smoky’s expression and beams proudly. “That you do, Smoky! Though you should be careful leaving the shop in such disarray – You could trip and hurt yourself!”
Samantha picks up a toolbox off the floor, causing Smoky to wince softly. “M-Mayor Weltzin, please don’t-”
But it’s too late as the box slips from her hand and crashes to the floor, scattering nuts, bolts, screws, and other assorted bits all over!
Samantha looks at the mess she’s made for a few seconds before saying in a reprimanding tone “You really should invest in better storage boxes, you know; these seem liable to cause chaos!”
Smoky, meanwhile, just stares at the clutter now on her floor; her neatly sorted parts now a scattered hodgepodge all over the concrete. Her eye twitches as she hears a faint plop of a screw falling down her drainpipe. She remains unmoving, her mind reeling from the realization she’s going to have to clean this mess and reorganize her parts in addition to completing the task at hand…
Samantha looks up at the possum, noticing she hasn’t responded to her words. “Smoky?”
The possum’s purple eyes slowly look up at Sam, and she takes a deep breath to calm herself, before speaking in a low, shaky voice. “Mayor Weltzin… I need to ask y’all to-”
But she’s cut off as the cat turns back to the car, saying “Hmm… Do you think you could put on new rims for me? And maybe a new bumper? And the seats are wearing out a bit too…”
Smoky shakes her head, wincing in pain as her stomach growls loudly. She’s tuning out the mayor’s requests, even as the cat continues to ask for arbitrary changes and tweaks.
The possum looks up at Samantha. This situation really is the cat's fault… She sighs softly, regretful for taking the job in the first place. Sure, it would pay her well, but it doesn’t even feel like it’s worth the effort anymore. Still paying no attention to what Sam says, Smoky carefully treads over the scattered screws to her computer, looking through the many notes she’s taken, before looking up at the car, then to Sam, who’s still talking out loud.
Her stomach growls louder.
Smoky shakes her head. She couldn’t do that… Predation is illegal, after all, especially against the town’s mayor!
Another rumble.
“No.” She says out loud, before chuckling faintly as she realizes she’s telling off her own stomach – Which protests her decision with a particularly painful squeeze.
Smoky looks at the mayor again. The feline is a few inches shorter than her, but she’s still decently big for something like this… Would she even fit? Maybe if she stretched her mouth in the right direction…
“No!” She tells herself again, more firmly this time. She can’t do it. She’ll have Sam leave, then get something to eat. She stands up and walks over to the mayor lost in her one-sided conversation.
Grrrwwlll…
Samantha finally pauses as she hears the noise, turning to see the possum standing close with an odd look in her eyes. “Uh… Smoky..?”
Instead of an answer, Sam receives both of Smoky’s hands on her shoulders, the possum quickly muttering “Sorry ‘bout this…” before opening her lilac-colored mouth wide and shoving the feline’s head inside!
Samantha freezes for a moment as her vision goes dark, the wet flesh of the possum’s mouth completely surrounding her head, the pointed jaws closing gently at her neck! Her view is of the possum’s fleshy pharynx and the dangling uvula in front, as well as the flexing gullet just ahead. Before she can react, she feels Smoky adjust her grip and push forward again, taking a deep swallow as she plunges the cat’s entire head into her esophagus in one firm motion!
Realizing what’s happening, Samantha panics, trying to pull back. “Smoky! Stop this!” But the possum’s grip is strong, grabbing the feline’s arms and holding them to her sides, keeping her from retaliating or grabbing anything. There’s a muffled “Shorruh…” before Smoky swallows again.
The outline of Samantha’s face is visible on the possum’s neck, screaming into the walls of Smoky’s gullet as she’s swallowed deeper still. Smoky hadn’t bothered undressing the feline, and those clothes are drying her throat out, but she persists, needing to fill her demanding stomach.
Samantha continues to struggle, the tightness getting to her as she’s forced deeper into the mechanic. Once Smoky takes in the mayor’s elbows, she adjusts her grip again, this time moving down to Sam’s waist and backside. She gets a firm grip and hoists the mayor up as the possum moves to a bench, sitting down and taking a moment to let her esophagus wet itself again.
The cat, however, tries yelling some more. “Look, I’ll dial back the requests, okay? Just let me out!”
Smoky makes a soft “Mmh-mmm” sound, then a muffled “Ah chaanh… Ahh hoo huunnrhy…” which Sam interprets as “I can’t… I’m too hungry” causing her to thrash some more. “You can’t do this; I’m the mayor!”
The possum again makes an apologetic noise, taking a shallow swallow to inch Sam in a bit further. As she waits for her gullet to grow slick, Smoky’s hands wander a bit, giving the feline’s hips a rub, then squeezing her butt, causing Sam to tense up and yelp! “H-Hey!”
Smoky ignores her and gives the cushy rump another squeeze, thinking to herself “Mmh… This ass will look good on me…” before taking another firm, powerful swallow.
Sam feels her descent pause briefly as she reaches a ring of muscle, but this reprieve only lasts a moment before the esophageal sphincter relaxes, allowing the cat’s head to pop out into the possum’s stomach! She tries to struggle harder, but her squirming only aids her descent into the hungry belly.
Smoky gives Samantha’s butt one more squeeze as though to say “Mine” before closing her eyes and swallowing the cat’s hips, waist, and rump all at once!
Dropping about half a foot in one smooth motion, Sam’s face presses into the bottom of the possum’s stomach, causing a perfect indentation to become briefly visible from the outside. She calls out in a more pleading voice “Please, Smoky, don’t do this! Just let me out! I-I’ll give your shop a bailout for your trouble!”
If Smoky was even listening to her at this point, she wasn’t responding at all, simply focused on slurping down those legs. The range of Sam’s kicks grows narrower and narrower as they lose their freedom of movement, while the cat is made to curl up inside the tight stomach, bulging it out neatly in a clear image of her!
The possum closes her jaws as the mayor’s feet and tail-tip enter her mouth, and she holds off on taking that last swallow to instead drag her tongue along the soles of those feet, stroking them with the bumpy papillae of her tongue!
Despite her fear, both at being forced into such a tight space and the knowledge of what being forced in here means for her, Sam can’t help but twitch as she feels her feet being licked – And as the tip of that tongue caresses her soles, she lets out a giggle, being tickled by that tongue!
Smoky smiles very softly as she gives some attention to these feet, dragging her tongue all along every inch she can reach, even wiggling between the three toes on each foot; in her mind, she feels she at least owes the mayor a bit of a pleasant sensation before she’s swallowed for good.
Sam squirms and giggles as she’s tickled some more, the possum’s tongue working expertly to find her sensitive spots. She’s so lost in the sensations, she doesn’t register right away when Smoky tilts her head back and takes that final swallow, sending her all the way down – It’s only when the last of her is made to curl up inside the possum’s belly that she remembers where she is and starts to struggle again!
Smoky pants a bit to catch her breath as she softly rubs her tummy, feeling it shifting around its occupant, trying to push the struggling Samantha into an easier position for digestion. Her mind is conflicted – This is so wrong, not to mention very illegal; she’d be in a world of trouble if anyone ever found out what she’s done. But at the same time, she can’t deny a full, wriggling belly is quite a lovely sensation…
Smoky’s eyes widen as she feels a pressure in her chest – She coughs, then lets out a loud BURRRP! She spots something fly from her mouth – It’s the red tie in Samantha’s tail! Well, it was in her tail, anyway…
Pulling herself to her feet, Smoky steps through the backdoor of the garage into her home, waddling to her kitchen to drink a few gulps of water to moisten her esophagus again. The moment the water reaches Sam, she shudders, yelping “C-Cold!”
Smoky blinks softly, looking down at her belly, evidently forgetting the water she just swallowed. “That’s… That’s just my… Hahh… My natural temperature…”
Indeed, if Sam were to take a moment to stop struggling, she’d notice Smoky’s body is mildly lukewarm inside instead of sweltering hot. But Sam’s continued kicks and thrashes more than made up for that warmth, the exertion keeping her heated enough! She calls out again. “Smoky, please! I didn’t mean to stress you out so much – I just had so many ideas!”
The possum sighs and responds “I’m sorry, Mayor Weltzin! I’m real sorry!” She groans, coughing again as she stumbles to her living room, flopping onto the sofa. “I wanted to get all that done for ya! I haven’t slept or eaten anythin’ since I started…”
Samantha gasps softly, responding “Why didn’t you? You didn’t have to do all that!”
The possum explains. “Y’all jus’ kept sendin’ more stuff for me to do for ya… Little things that’d only take a bit, but… Then y’all sent more, and more, and more… I didn’t get a break!”
The cat pushes against the stomach walls again, making the possum whine softly as she sees the imprints of those hands and feet on her belly… The feeling, while very different, is actually kind of nice. She reaches a hand to Sam’s, giving the bulge a rub.
Feeling this caress from the outside, Samantha’s expression falls, and she calls out “I’m sorry, Smoky; I didn’t realize I was putting so much on you! I got excited thinking of everything you could do! Look, just let me out; I’ll take you to the mansion and get you a proper meal, alright?”
Smoky, though, gives a regretful sigh, speaking softly “I can’t… Y’all’re jus’… Fillin’ me up so nicely… I don’t think I’d last if I coughed ya back up… I’d be too weak… I’m sorry, Mayor Weltzin, but… I have to keep ya in there…”
Sam’s struggles pick up in intensity at this, and a particularly firm kick makes Smoky cough. “Gahh..! That hurt, Mayor…”
The kick didn’t just bring Smoky pain, though; the entire chamber growls around Sam, starting to squeeze in on her, the walls growing slick with gastric fluids. The cat realizes just what a mistake she’s made, having quite literally kicked the possum’s stomach into action, and she thrashes harder. “Smoky, your stomach is starting to… To…” Her words choke as the realization hits her. “…to digest me… Please… Let me out!”
The possum whines softly, holding her belly with both hands. “I’m real sorry, Mayor… I can’t…”
Samantha yelps as the stomach walls begin to roll in slow, churning motions, kneading the pooling fluids into her fur. “Can’t you eat something else, then let me out? Then you won’t be empty!”
But Smoky just coughs again, feeling something catching in her throat – She hacks a bit, before coughing out Samantha’s robe! It lands with a wet sound on the hardwood floor, and the possum regards it for a moment before using her tail to pick it up, looking it over. “That’s a… Real nice robe, Mayor… I uh… I hope y’all don’t mind none if I keep it…”
The feline blinks, calling out “What do you mean by that? It’s mine!”
The possum gives a soft chuckle, patting her tummy on the top of Sam’s head. “But y’all won’t be needin’ it no more…”
Samantha hears the change in the possum’s voice – No longer apologetic or regretful; it almost sounds like she’s enjoying this! “Smoky, no, please!”
But Smoky’s soft musings continue, her hands now rubbing her belly as she speaks to herself. “Rest of that outfit wasn’t half bad either… Looked like my size ‘n everythin’… Ohh… URRRP!”
The stomach contracts further as more air is expelled, tightening what little room Sam has. She cries out “Please! I-I’ll… I’ll make sure nobody hears about this..! You won’t get in any trouble if you let me out..!”
The possum doesn’t reply, instead giving her belly a squeeze with her hands, muttering quietly “I’m gonna be so soft… So curvy… Mmm…”
The cat’s struggles weaken as exhaustion settles in, the stomach walls simply too resilient to resist. The stomach, meanwhile, grows stronger with its squishing contractions, and more and more of the space inside is filled with those fluids. No longer struggling nearly as hard, Sam becomes aware of a warm tingle running through her body, as well as her form putting up less resistance to the squeezes of the stomach. “I’m… I’m really being… Digested…” She whimpers to herself.
A firm flex of the stomach walls makes Sam yelp again, and a moment later, Smoky coughs, this time hacking up Sam’s sweatpants and undershirt. Despite the acidic soak, they’re still in decent condition, and Smoky pulls them aside so she can wash them off when her energy returns. “There ya go, Mayor Weltzin… It’s not so bad, is it..?”
Sam speaks up indignantly in her weaker voice. “Not so bad? I’m digesting! Please, Smoky…”
But the possum just presses a hand against the softening bulge of the mayor, saying “Hun, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do nothin’ for ya now… Y’all’re too far gone… Best jus’… Give in and let me have ya now…”
The cat tries to respond, but the stomach clenches in tightly, forcing the last of the air out of the belly with a loud BOOOURRP! Sam weakly squirms for a few more moments, but she does eventually fall still, and Smoky pats her belly softly. “Good night, Mayor Weltzin…”
Throughout the night, Smoky’s body processes what remains of Samantha, and by morning, the possum wakes up with a stretch, feeling so much better than she has in a long time! She walks to her mirror to check herself out, grinning as she gives her soft tummy a squeeze. “Ooh, yeah, y’all really did me good, Mayor…”
She picks up the navy-blue robe and checks the tag, grinning. “Awesome, jus’ my size!” She excitedly puts it on – Only to hear a riiip! Smoky blinks, before sighing and shaking her head. “Well, it was my size… Guess I went up a size, or three…”
She giggles, cleaning up her living room before giving her belly another squeeze – But this time, it causes her to cough as something shifts inside. She heaves just a bit before coughing up a massive grey furball, landing on her floor with a wet Splat! She looks almost regretfully at what used to be the mayor, but before she can get too lost in thought, she coughs again, spitting out a red necktie and a pair of oval-rimmed glasses, landing neatly on top of the furball as if it was wearing them! The sight makes Smoky laugh to herself, shaking her head as she decides she’ll sort it out later, heading to the door – Right now, she has a garage to tidy up, and a fancy car to reassemble and sell!
She looks back at the furball and chuckles, saying “Thanks, Mayor!” before shutting off the light and leaving the room, refreshed and ready for the new day!
