Things were not looking too good at the moment. Chief Bogo was stuck with two mammals stirring inside him; a wiesel by the name of Duke Weaselton, and a rabbit by the name of Judy Hopps, and neither were all too pleased.
It had started out as a simple arest. Chief Bogo had to detain the weasel and after the weasel made things harder than they needed to be he thought he’d do it a different way; with his stomach. Getting back to the office however he soon realized his problem. Getting the weasel out wasn’t as easy as he expected. Last thing the buffalo wanted to do was leave him in too long and let him digest. Now that wouldn’t be unprofessional to say the least.
The weasel on his side, with a mix of shock and worry, would very much like to be out of this cramped cave before things got worse. Seeing as the buffalo was much bigger than him, he did have room to stretch a little, and with shaky balance he could even stand up if he wanted to, albeit by bending over a bit. But tight or not, the difference was unimportant, this was still a sweltering cauldron that he very much didn’t want to be trapped in.
Not being able to puke up the weasel, the buffalo had a plan that forced him to call in the smallest of his subordinates by the name of Judy Hopps. Quick as a rabbit she was at his door happy to help with whatever the chief needed. However, that positivity quickly died down when she heard the situation.
“You want me to what??” She asked the chief, thinking she had some cotton in her ear or something.
“I need you to climb in and get the weasel out of me.” The chief slowly responded matter of factly. He had just told her about the situation a moment ago, which already threw Judy in for a loop, but him telling her his plan completely overwhelmed her previous shock.
“Wait wait wait, first you tell me that you somehow swallowed a wiesel whole that is now trapped in your stomach, who’s still alive… and now you want me to climb in and pull him out?” She tries to understand the very strange puzzle.
“Yes I do,” Bogo replies. “He’s alive now but I don’t know how much longer. It’s already been about an hou-”
“An hour!” Judy shouts in shock.
“Yesss, about an hour give or take. And please keep your voice down, officer.” He mutters in a low voice. “As I was saying, there is rope in the equipment locker. Seeing as you might be the only other officer I can swallow, I need you to grab that rope and come back here. Then you’ll tie it to my desk, go in, grab the weasel, and I’ll pull you both out. Easy peasy.” He finished with a slight forced smile.
Judy wanted to argue but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t think of anything else. Maybe medicine to make Bogo throw up the Weasel, but that would take time to get and she didn’t know how much time they had. “Fine,” she sighs out, “I’ll be back.” She says, lugging herself around and towards the door.
“Thank you officer Hopps I won’t forget this,” The chief responds.
“Ya well I hope I do,” the rabbit replies, grabbing the door and heading out.
…
5 minutes later the rabbit is back. Then another 5 minutes later the rope is tied to the desk at one end, and her waste at another. They didn’t have any police rope laying around, if that’s even a thing, but she got some from investigations that probably wasn’t the best. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Standing on the desk she talks to the buffalo, “Ok, let's get this over with.” She sighs in defeat.
Bogo gives her a nod and opens up his maw. Judy looks into the grossest cave of her life. I’d rather be working on the farm for a week than this, she thinks to herself as she puts her paws in. Her paws squelch as they push into the large tongue and cheeks around her. Not wanting this to go any longer she pushes her head to the back of his throat like a diver. “Ommk reamdy,” she shouts, her voice slightly muffled in Bogo.
Wanting this over quick too, Bogo soon grabs her legs and pushes them forward with a swallow. Quickly half of Judy is squished into his throat as the other half lies in his mouth. It’s gross and slimy and Judy almost wants to vomit. Soon after another push and swallow follow. Judy's feet soon reach that back of his throat as her head just pierces the entrance of the stomach. There she can see the cavern in front of her. It’s gunky and slimy all around the walls. Then in the middle, forced a little too close for comfort, a weasel sits taking up almost half of the space.
“Now what the fuck is?” He spits out. He’s clearly not too happy Judy notes.
“I’m here to rescue you,” Judy replies with a forced smile. Soon after she shoots forward again as she’s dumped into the pit with the weasel. While she was a bit smaller than said weasel, this was still a very confined space. This forced them to swish close to one another. There was still a little bit of room left, but it was only above them. To the sides of them they were squished between the walls.
The weasel not liking that the room was now even more cramped snipped out a comment, “well… get on with it.”
Judy, still trying to turn over and not sit on her head replies, “ya ya I was getting to it. Hold your horses.” Back and upright she shouts, “Ok I’m in the stomach, you can pull us up now.” She hugs the weasel tightly as the rope… continues dropping into the stomach.
Judy looks in confusement as Duke the weasel shouts, “Hey dumbass that’s the wrong way!”
Without the profanity Judy has to agree. She goes to give the rope two tugs to alert the buffalo. Maybe he can’t hear us, she thinks. Although where one tug brought it lower, the second tug dropped the other end of the rope through their exit. The two look in a mixture of shock and horror at the broken rope. I knew I shouldn’t have used a piece of evidence, Judy thinks.
Quickly the weasel starts pushing and punching the slimy walls around him and her in the process, “What the hell is this ya dumb buffalo! Get me out!”
“Us,” the rabbit corrects his finger up.
The weasel looks at her, “Ya, don’t you at least care about your dumb cop!”
If she wasn’t smoldering in an overheated belly right now she would have had to argue that, but there were more important matters.
With the two mammals throwing a fit, Chief Bogo was not the biggest fan of the commotion stirring inside him. Uncomfortably he groaned not too happy himself with the situation. “Shit,” he mutters out, “why did I have to eat the damn weasel?” He asks himself.
Deep inside him he hears a muffled response, “Dmmmm rimpht!”
Ok think think, the buffalo closes his eyes. Seeing as he was out of plans, and with the rabbit unavailable, that only left one more option left. One he didn’t like. I need to radio Nick.
…
5 minutes later there’s a *knock knock knock* at the door. “Come in,” the buffalo says.
“Hey chief buffalo, heard you needed help with something urgent,” The fox says, sticking his head in and turning to close the door.
Wanting to get this over with, the buffalo went to speak, “Hello Officer Wilde,” he says, trying to hold onto any professionalism. As the fox approaches he goes through his thoughts trying to decide how to word it.
Finally setting on something to say he opens his mouth before his middle bulges out and interrupts him, “Nmmckkk Nmckk, mtmat yommm?” A voice shouts from somewhere behind Bogo’s uniform. Nick’s ears flick ever so slightly as his head rotates. His eyes and ear point at the chief's middle. Without a word he looks to Chief Bogo and jogs up slowly.
Is this some kind of joke? He thinks squinting at the chief who just quietly awkwardly smiles. When close, Nick goes along with it. “Ughhh ya it’s me. Judy, is that you?” He lightly shouts at the chief's middle.
Quietly he hears her shout some more, clearly now but still kinda distant, “yesss, the chief ate a weasel, and when I was rescuing him the rope broke. Now we’re trapped in here.” Her shouts sound like a talking volume to Nick. Again without a word he looks to the chief.
Nervously he stammers out, “ughhh, sometimes you just gotta listen to your gut huh, hehe?”
“My first time hearing you laugh and it’s like this, such a disappointment,” Nick mutters looking to his side. “Soooo puke them out.” He says with clasped hands pointed at the chief.
“Tried that!” The weasel shouted, slightly wiggling the chief's middle.
“Wait, hahah that you Dukey,” Nick starts boasting and getting close to the middle. “If you wanted to be a cop so bad you could have just done what I did. No need to ‘become’ a part of a cop now hahahaha.” Nick basked in his joke fake wiping at fake tears.
“You asshole!” He responds.
“Dukey wants to be a Dukey huh? HAhaha!” Nick continues.
“When I get out of here I’m gonna wear you like a tie!” the weasel shouted stomping in place, seeing as he could walk anywhere… or even stand for that matter.
“Oh… that’s too bad, guess you don’t want my help huh?” Nick wisely cracks pretending to look at his nails. Not like Duke could see the action anyway.
With Duke about to blow a fuse again Judy decided to speak up, “hey Nick. Don’t forget about me.”
Nick's lips and eyes flattened. That’s right the bunny was in there too. She just got him this job not too long ago, he at least owed her one. Not like he would have let the weasel digest anyway but he should at least stop taunting, “don’t worry I was just joking around. I’m gonna get you both out of there.”
“Good, now how's that,” startling Nick, he forgot about the animal the belly was attached to as he looks up at the voice.
“Easy just gonnnnnaaaa-ughhh,” the thought lingered on. “-ughhhh….. Huh this is hard. Have you tried puking yet?”
“Let me at em!” the weasel throws himself against the wall of his prison. The chief bumps forward ever so slightly, he still is many pounds heavier after all, but that doesn’t make the outburst inside any less uncomfortable.
The buffalo puts his figurative foot down, “Nick. This is a serious situation. Take it seriously. The worst case scenario is they both digest in their. Plenty of evidence indicates where the weasel was last seen out in public and the punishment is exponential. Best case scenario,” he leans forward and whispers, “I only lose my job and we only lose half the department when he sues. Let's not make him any angrier.” He tells Nick.
Nick realizes the time for jokes is over. Fine, what can he come with? He wonders to himself. If this is really as serious as he thinks it is, there is really one option, “we gotta get more people involved then.” He flatly tells the chief.
Not liking the sound of that the chief’s face flattens, “what? No I can’t have that? That’s guaranteed a worse case scenario.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell ya big guy? I got nothing else. More mammals can push or put together an extraction plan of some sorts.” Nick continues. “Like a rescue operation.”
“Ya but we can come up with something. Plus that would take time we might not have . There’s gotta be a way that doesn’t get me in the newspaper and ruin the trust of the branch.” Bogo continues.
“Well we can’t wait like you said. Gotta ac-” *ring ring* *ring ring*. Suddenly the office phone rings on the desk. The name is small but clawhauser’s name is written on it on the screen. Looking at it Nick continues, “looks like that’s our sign.” Nick goes to walk to the desk to pick it up.
No Nick can’t do that. Not yet, there’s a way out of this we just need to find it! The chiefs panics internally. Never has he even made a mistake before, especially not one like this. Who knows the consequences. He still had time, he just didn’t need to lose it. As Nick went by he was left with only one option.
Before Nick could pick up the phone the chief grabbed him. “Hey hey what the hell?” Nick stammers in confusion.
“I’m sorry Nick. I’ll get you out but there’s a better way for all of this out there.” He opens his mouth dragging Nick closer.
“No chief wa-!” Is all Nick can stutter out before his head and shoulders are deep in the buffalo's mouth. Quickly wanting to get it over with the chief swallows. With a Slurshh, Nick’s head enters the long throat. His mouth forced shut by his surroundings he can only muffle in protest. He tries to trash his legs and tails but anything above his waist is already too tight. The chief swallows again as Nick is dropped farther in. In one part or another Nick is inside now from his knees to his nose. His body wiggles while his tail trashes to and fro. The fuzzy appendage tickles the chief's nose slightly as he braces and swallows again. Grossed out and annoyed, this is the worst thing ever! He shouts in his own head. The swallow pushes him forward again into the entrance of the stomach. But instead of seeing a cramped gross sack filled with two animals like he expected, he was greeted with something much worse. With his eyes passing through the tight sphincter and into the stomach all he saw were two things. His muzzle in front of him, and the open mouth it was heading to. Except for small openings to his left and right, he was surrounded by the inside of a maw. He didn’t realize it at the time, but getting eaten by the buffalo was only the worst thing to happen to him so far.
Earlier when Nick first spoke to Duke Weaselton he was already fuming. Being trapped in this gut for around 1-2 hours now he was already well past his limit. This was hell to him. Throw in the fact that the rabbit messed up and just cramped the space more, then throw in the fact he was pretty sure digestive fluids were building below him, and he had been pushed far past that limit. Then to have his old frenemy come and taunt and humiliate him, continuously! Duke, treating his prison like a punching bag, did the minimum to calm his anger. He’d much rather be in an actual prison than deal with any of this shit. At first Judy tried to calm him down but then seeing how anger driven he was she decided it would be best to leave him be.
But like a boiling pot in a sauna, he was not calming down any time soon. Then he heard something above him. He heard Nick shouting in the distance, and then he heard the shouts become muffled. He realized he started hearing the same sounds he had heard when Judy was swallowed. Looking up at the closed entrance to the stomach Duke had finally felt a deep joy. GOOD SERVES THAT FOX RIGHT, he shouted in his own head. Still fuming and driven by anger he wanted to treat the fox like a punching bag. No, that would be too hard with three animals in here, there’d be no room. Plus that wasn’t good enough. He needed to get him before he dispelled. He decided he’d bite him good, ya that's what he’ll do. Pushing Judy to the side he planted his knees in the wet bag around him and opened his mouth right to the entrance. Second he comes in I’m wrapping my mouth around him and biting that smug bastard, he tells himself.
Soon the tip of Nick’s muzzle poked through. Followed by his eyes and his head. Duke couldn’t really see him with his mouth so far open but he felt Nick’s muzzle slide into the back of his own. GOOODD, he seeths internally with rage. With the muzzle at the back of his throat he goes to bite down, but stops himself. I need to bite more, the fire in his eyes says, this isn’t enough. The chief's next swallow puts Nick’s feet in his mouth, and without realizing it, pushes Nick's nose back into Duke’s throat, forcing him to instinctively swallow.
Not much was going through the weasel's head in his anger. All he was thinking was that the further Nick went into him, the more power his bite will have, and the rougher it will be for Nick when he pulls himself out. He’s forced to swallow again. Without realizing it yet, the back of Nick’s head was now in the back of his throat.
Judy couldn’t see too much rolled over and pushed to her side in the filthy place. More focused on the sizzling around her she looks up to just see the weasel standing on his knees in a weird position with his mouth opened above him. The top and bottom lips of his mouth are touching the inside of the chief's stomach around where she assumes the chief's sphincter is. She can’t see Nick yet, but the Weasel’s throat almost looks like it’s bulging out. That’s odd, she thinks as she tries to crane her neck for a better look.
Nick on the other hand was a bit dumbfounded at the moment. Just a moment ago he was doing just fine in the fresh open air, next thing he knows a buffalo’s eating him. Then if that wasn’t bad enough, the next thing he knew, a weasel was eating him? While the chief's throat was snug, this weasel’s throat was tight with a capital T. He wanted to fight back and push or at least do something, but that’s a bit impossible when your arms are pinned to your sides from the throat above. He was basically dropped from above, served perfectly as fresh meat on a platter. He tried to at least wiggle his head around to show some fight, but it was hard when upside down and with his surroundings all so tight.
On the outside of the inside, after another forced swallow the weasel felt a mass deep in his throat about rib level squirming a little. It made his chest shake forward, back, and to the sides just a little bit. Focusing on this brought some of his rage back. Oh no you don’t, he thinks not even really realizing what a squirming feeling that low truly means. He just wanted to beat Nick at whatever he could. It could be a game of connect 4 and he’d have to win. With bent arms in the tight area he pushes on his surroundings to stabilize himself. After that there are still some slight wiggles, but they mostly only moved Duke’s insides, as the outside of him only spasmed no more than an inch or two.
While that was going on, the chief was almost done swallowing Nick up above. The last of Nick’s tail disappeared into his mouth, and soon after disappeared down his throat. He was relieved he was almost done.
After rebalancing himself and swallowing again the weasel started to notice something. He started feeling a weight forming deep at the bottom of his stomach. This caused him to finally have his first rational thought in quite a while. Wait, what’s going on? He thought, partly in a self reflecting way, but mostly with genuine curiosity. The throat above him swallowed, and soon he was forced to swallow again with tight eyes. This was really starting to strain him to his absolute limit. He had just meant to put his head around and bite Nick out of anger, but was he… was he… eating him? Another instinctive swallow and he feels his belly protruding out more.
Normally, in everyday life, or when eating, being as skinny as he was he naturally always felt pressure aiming towards his stomach from the outside. Almost like there was always a natural inward direction his belly always faced if that makes sense. Like the same way gravity is constantly pulled down, the force was always aimed inwards since there was no fat or anything pushing back. But as his stomach began to stretch like he ate an entire thanksgiving dinner at once he realized something. The natural state of his stomach was now pushing outward. Like, his stomach was pushing out into the space around him with no ability to shrink at all if he wanted. For once in his life, there was a feeling of an outward pulling force on his stomach, vs the typical inwards push he never really realized he felt. It was a comforting feeling, almost relaxing, then another swallow happened.
His focus quickly bounced back and forth between the fox in his mouth, and the fox in his belly. He was now just past the foxes' waist at this point, but still he couldn’t tell since his eyes couldn’t see much. This caused him to need to focus on his sense of touch. He noticed that every spot inside him felt stretched all around from his mouth to the top of the stomach, and inside his stomach he just felt absolutely bloated.
He may not have had a plan in the beginning, but he still knew that this was not the plan. His stomach was not used to holding a meal this big to put it likely. Especially a meal he wasn’t done eating yet. His stomach was straining asking Duke to stop, but Duke simply couldn’t. Relative to Duke, the fox was very heavy. Gravity was one thing, but the forces of a stronger throat pushing down on the fox from above greatly overwhelmed any force the weasel could possibly manage trying to throw the fox up. And as more of the fox slid down his throat, the harder it would be.
Inside the smaller stomach, saying things were cramped would be quite an understatement. His head was already almost enough to fill up the whole area. When his head first hovered in the opening looking around at the tiny, damped, moist and humid space he just had one thought, oh no this can’t work. Then soon after his head was forcefully pushed into the bottom of the belly he was looking at moments ago. He wanted to try to push himself up with his head at least, but that’s not a really strong area compared to two throats and gravity fighting you. With his arms now pinned in a weasel's throat, vs the buffalos, he was forced to lean forward as more of him was pushed into the awaiting stomach. The stomach stretched to accommodate him as he curled forward.
With the fox's knees all the way down in Duke’s mouth now, and with the slippery setting around him, the weasel couldn’t help but slip on the walls and fall a short distance to his ass. This was just all becoming too much. This was way more than he wanted, how is he even doing this? He just wanted it to end. But the insides of the buffalo didn’t have any care as they continued to push the last of the fox downward. Nick's body needing to go somewhere, and with nowhere else to go, were forced to continue following the path the rest of him already traveled.
Judy for her part was getting real cramped now. It took a bit for her to notice, but about halfway in she started to really see what was happening. Watching as the weasel strained, and how his belly started to round out and grow, she didn’t know if she could believe it. A wiesel couldn’t possibly swallow a fox… right? She thought. But as Duke’s belly swelled out more and more she started to believe that less and less. The growing stomach gurrgledd and strained out right in front of her. She wanted to help in some way but she didn’t really know how to. Her and the weasel together already took up just about the whole room, now with the weasel rapidly growing midsection consuming an additional passenger, she was squished into her surroundings even more. She tried to push back on the weasel, but a bunny's strength is not equal to that of a buffalos, gravity, and a reluctant weasel’s strength all trying to stuff a fox into a weasel's stomach..
Soon the last of Nick's tail squeezed through into the larger stomach. Sitting on his ass, and with the weight of just about an entire fox inside him, there was no way the fat weasel could possibly barf up the fox now. With gravity taking the lead, he was forced to slowly and painfully swallow up the last of the fox. Groaning, the weasel looked around his muzzle as just outside of his teeth he saw and felt more of Nick's feet enter into his maw with a swallow. A *squish* sounds out as Nick’s feet get covered in two layers of saliva at this point. Now with even more weight in him the weasel swallows again *squish*. Now with the feet fully in the confines of his mouth he swallows again, this time straining his mouth open as far as it can go to make it any easier for the paws to enter his throat. He stretches his mouth open like the biggest yawn ever. Even though this is the smallest part of Nick, it just made it that little bit easier to slide them back there. Now just about closing his mouth he looks out as the remains of a fuzzy orange fox tail poking out from between his mouth. Looking at it for another moment, knowing another swallow was inevitable, and wanting to just get the fox in his belly already, he grabs the bit out of his mouth and stuffs it in his mouth. His face scrunching up as he looks down with tight closed eyes. His cheeks bulge out to both sides as his mouth is stuffed. Then, through his closed mouth he swallows again. His cheeks start to sink back to normal but his mouth remains closed. Tight face still he swallows again. His cheeks flatten again. Then, his throat slightly moves like a wave as he takes his final swallow, locking the fox down inside him.
Slowly he feels the last of Nick's tail go down his esophagus, where it finally disappears into his belly joining the rest of the fox. “Hauuuugh,” he slowly and roughly exhales while finally opening his eyes again. He pants heavily out of breath, his surroundings not helping him at all in recapture.
“What… the… fuck…” he grunts out. He feels like he just ate two weeks worth of food at once, which technically he kinda did. With his head sliding along the stomach around him he looks down as his swollen middle. He’s fat, to put it lightly. Not just fat, but swollen and round and stretched well beyond what he thought was possible. He could have fit 12 of his old stomachs in his new stomach at least. He can almost see his skin as the stretched mass spreads out the space between his furs. He places a hand on it, feeling it. He almost didn’t believe it, but with his hand touching his large belly, he knew it was real. The surface is smooth, soft, slightly malleable and squishy when he presses. It molds just slightly wherever his paw is before wiggling back to its swollen smoothness when his hand moves elsewhere. Pushing down a little harder he feels something solid a few inches deep. Oh my god, he thinks with his eyes growing wide, that’s Nick.
Then he feels a stir deep in his guts. It gurgles and swirls pushing up his throat, oh no please don’t throw up now, he quickly thinks as his mouth is forced open. Relief comes in a loud BWWARRRPPPPPP that cartoonishly sounds like a train horn in the tight confines.
A little delayed but thinking the same thoughts he hears a voice, now much much closer to comfort below and squished against the outside of his lower left cheek and the stomach wall, “What, the, fuck.” The rabbit says. Looking at the once skinny Weasel, he now looked like ate a whole watermelon as the mass inside protruded out to the left, right and middle of the weasel.
Said ‘watermelon’, or in actuality ‘fox’, had one thought go through his head as well, what, the, fuck. He thinks to himself, compacted like a sardine. One moment he was fighting a buffalo, the next he was fighting the throat of a weasel, and now he’s not even able to fight that same weasel's belly!
While the buffalo eating Nick held some sort of logic, Weastleton trying to eat him was just too much of an unfunny joke for him to accept. However, when he started succeeding as Nick's head was unceremoniously dropped into that pit, and the rest of his body started to follow, Nick started to find that unfunny joke somehow even less funny. Is what I think’s happening, really happening? He wondered during the process. The resistance of the bottom of the belly showed that it clearly did not want to give him any more inches, but the two throats above frankly didn’t care what the belly wanted (neither could care less what the fox wanted). So, some form of a compromise needed to be made, this resulted in Nick being forced to curl forward tightly into himself. Every part of him felt too tight ever since he first entered the buffalo's throat, and this point was no exception. If anything, this all made the buffalo's throat feel loose. Sliding along the stomach walls his muzzle was eventually squished in tightly between his knees. He growled in annoyance at how uncomfortable he was.
It was at this moment that Nick finally noticed something different than the constant wet pressure around every inch of him. He realized that his foot and the end of his tail actually had some breathing room. It wasn't hard for him to put together what that meant. It meant that the lowest points on his body, his tail and feet, were now past Chief Bogo’s esophagus, and hanging in the space just out of Duke’s open maw (and esophagus). He wiggled his toes and his tail unconsciously writhed and wiggled to and fro almost like it was trying to pull him out. Knowing it was just Duke now pushing him in, he decided to try to remain strong and firm. He knew his odds weren’t good with some 90+% of him already stuffed inside the animal's gut, but he still had to remain strong. He kept his legs stiff and straight to resist any more of his predator's feeding. But as the weight pushed down he slowly realized that this would just not be possible. The gravity of his own weight, and muscles all around pushing him down were clearly stronger. This left him with only two options: Either he could stay stiff and hope he could prevent more of himself slipping in, at the cost of his knees possibly bending too far in the wrong direction, or he could cave and allow his knees to push into his chest in a fetal position. He could still try to push back this way at least. When he felt another swallow applying some slight pressure on his joints he quickly chose option 2.
While his legs were swallowed down he tried to push out and resist still, but he soon felt his feet leave the open space and enter that wet maw the rest of him was already too familiar with. Another swallow and now only the tip of his tail was left out outside of the weasel. For a moment he stared up at the stomach wall with pleading eyes, almost as if he could see his tail through the weasels stomach walls. In the pause he hoped for a moment that it would all finally be too much. This was beyond anything imaginable, but there was no way the weasel could really fit all of him in right? Right? But his worst fears were soon confirmed as he felt a paw grab his tail, and stuff it into the same damp maw his feet were in just moments ago. Really you gotta jam the rest of me in here faster. Do I taste that good or something, he thinks in annoyance at that last bit of disrespect. Heavy swallowing motions he was all too familiar with continued, sending the last of him to join the rest of him. Rotating backwards slightly the cramped stomach pushed into Nick as much as possible as it continued to slightly stretch. Nick watched the esophagus dispelling his tail. He watched hoping it would continue forever, but soon he saw the last of his tail dispel, and the ring closed tightly. Then it was officially over.
Calling the stomach tight was an understatement. While Duke did look quite large, round, and fat on the outside, Nick looked the exact opposite. Curled up tightly he was shaped into the tightest ball possible. There weren’t any gaps between him, his limbs, and his tail. His once fluffy poofy tail now looked like a tightly squeezed fur rope compressed around parts of him. Overall, this is what he imagined scuba divers felt like when they were a 100 feet down.
Being the one sporting the hefty gut, Duke finally responded to Judy’s shock. Giving a bit of an awkward chuckle and scratching the back of his head he replied, “what? I didn’t-,” Bwrap-, “excuse me. Want his help.” He wears an almost embarrassed smile.
Just then the walls around them start to vibrate deeply, sounding like the depths of an ocean. The walls around them carry stomachs, throwing them left and right.
“What’s happening?” Judy shouts while squishing back and forth in the tight confines.
“I don’t know!” Weasleton raises his voice in equal concern. The motions combined with his full gut makes him very nauseous. Just then, the already tight coffin squeezes the pair were in, became even tighter as they were squeezed even closer together. Just when the pair could barely handle it anymore, a hole above them opens up pushing Duke into it. The tight throat continues to crush the weasel Duke as he’s pushed up the slimy elevator. He was still very uncomfortable, but man, this was very exciting. His excitement is soon justified as a light at the end of a saliva and teeth filled tunnel drops him out in the police office. Belly flopping he lands relatively hard on his stomach. The smack on the hard surface causes every muscle inside him to tense up in pain. A gag forms in his mouth as he feels a tight constriction in his middle, followed by a lurch around his stomach. Star seeing pain causes him to Hurkkk in a nauseous attempt to vomit. His mode opens up widely as his tongue lulls out. But, when the muscles squeeze trying to puke out the fox like a scared anaconda, he finds it’s simply not able to. The fox is simply too big and it’s too much weight for his stomach to push him out on its own. The only reason the fox even fit in there in the first place was because he had help from gravity and a full buffalo. With his stomach stretched out to its limit and struggling to complete such a monumental task, it soon realizes it needs to settle for the next thing. A deep and low rumble forms as Duke closes his eyes and winces, before he quickly opens it wide again as gas escapes out his mouth like a cannon in a loud and wet- BWURRRPPPPPPPGgg. In the end only some spit, bubbly gas and two orange furs leave his lips as his cheeks wiggle from the force. Soon after he huffs and puffs struggling to catch his breath once again. Everything is just so energy draining like this, he thinks to himself as he holds himself up on his hands and knees. Looking down he sees a large round orb protruding from below his ribs, and just above his waist as the wiesel's stomach hangs just above the ground. With his t-shirt well curled up his belly button is merely one or two centimeters from reaching the cold tiles below.
Soon after catching himself, he hears a sound behind him. Then turning to his right he sees the wet body of a rabbit bounce and slide up right next to his right. Laying on her side, Duke feels the need to taunt her, “You don’t have to follow me everywhere I go now hunnybun.”
“Please. Never making that mistake again,” she says, groaning herself up on shaky limbs.
“I’d say, you’re not looking so hot right now,” Duke replies. Wanting to point, but not wanting to lose his balance, he decides it would be smarter not to.
It’s true the rabbit realizes. Forced to the bottom of Chief Bogo’s digestive track, she got the brunt of it. Fortunately for her, there wasn’t much more than some red burns where a few patches of fur were missing. “I’d say,” she agrees, “but I’ll live. After a nice much needed P.T.O. break, thank you very much,” she says looking at Bogo with spice in her voice.
“Understandable,” The chief simply replies.
“What happened, I thought you couldn’t throw us up?” She asked.
“I couldn’t,” the buffalo responded, “but with three of you making all that ruckus, it became too much for my stomach to handle. See Nick, I told you I had a pla-,” he stops, realizing he doesn’t see the fox anywhere. That can’t be right, his stomach feels empty, did he digest the fox already? He asks himself looking down in thought.
“I’ll be sure to pass along that message,” the weasel speaks up. With a hand underneath pulling up on himself he rolls his heavy body over. His face and his belly aim directly towards the chief as he supports himself up with two outstretched arms behind him. With a brief wiggle to stabilize, his belly juts out in front of him, still, big, and round.
“...what?” the buffalo looks in disbelief. After being so happy she was finally thrown up Judy looks to her right and remembers what she saw. She didn’t want to believe it at the time but she processed again what she saw. She remembered just barely between the top and bottom of a brown muzzle with white yellow teeth. She remembered a fuzzy orange mass continuously sliding deeper into said muzzle. The muzzle and head would barely bob with each swallow, almost like a bird as more and more of the orange mass kept replacing the orange mass ahead of it going down the weasels tunnel. She saw the weasel straining as each swallow simultaneously shifted his bulging throat and abdomen. Then at the end of it all, she was pinned as Duke’s stomach filled up more and more of the space in the tight coffin. Then she saw it all even clearer as the weasel dropped his head from the top of the stomach and fell to his butt, also pinning Judy more. There, just outside of his mouth, she saw a pair of her partners' paw pads jutting out, tightly hugging one with a fuzzy tail going just a bit farther past them. She wanted to shout or struggle, but she was lost in surprise at the moment. It was beyond her imagination. How could her partner, a fox, be almost completely eaten by this animal, a weasel? And whole?! Those paw pads hovering outside, slowly slid into the weasel's mouth. The fuzzy tail wiggled and flung itself about in tight and frantic movements. It looked like a worm trying to find a way away from its eventual demise. Then she saw the weasel grab that fuzzy noodle, and stuff it into his maw, biting down over it. She saw his fur move as he swallowed more, and the next thing she knew her partner was sealed away deep inside his guts.
Now out in the open, and with a clear view of that beach ball gut she knew what she saw was true. “He ate him chief!” She sputtered out. “He’s trapped in there, I saw it.”
Bogo still looked at the swollen midsection in disbelief. He thinks to himself, did Nick really fit in there? Then he remembered how skinny the Weasel was earlier… “The evidence is quite clear Hopps, but… how?” He asks the weasel.
The Weasel opens his mouth and licks over his teeth slowly before responding, “anger makes a mammal do all sorts of crazy things I guess.” Then he puts on a bit of a sinister smile, “but I don’t know what she’s talking about? I didn’t eat no fox. Me, a weasel? That would be ridiculous now wouldn’t it?” He slyly comments feigning stupidity. Soon after he leans more weight on his left arm so he can rest his right hand over his gurgling tummy, sending a message that this belly, and any possible contents inside, was his.
Annoyed Judy responds, “what, are you calling me a liar?! I know what I saw. Chief-.”
The chief cuts her off with his hand in the air, “what are you getting at weasel?” He asks, eyeing the mammal.
Rolling his eyes cartoonishly, “what am I getting at? I’m not getting at anything Mr. Officer. This whole situation was pretty hectic wouldn’t you say? I mean, an officer of the law did eat a civilian who was just out and about doing their work.”
“Selling bootlegs on the street.”
“Minding! His own business. Next thing he knows he’s trapped in a claustrophobic hellhole that leaves him burning for 2 hours.” He says, rubbing over his own belly before stopping, “I have a few burn marks on my leg, one on my arm, and look at your employee next to me. Now that can’t be too good. Plus, e-gab, the psychological tour I had to go through.” He wipes his head, “what was that you said earlier chief? We’ll lose half the department…ughh- best case scenario if he sues? It was quiet in that belly of yours, made it easier to hear that little secret you tried mister. Well, you’re in luck. I don’t feel like suing, or doing anything of that nature. I have no motive to do anything to this lovely department, as long as this lovely department doesn’t do anything to me.” He gives a side eye, “I just want to go on my way back to my lovely home… and relax. Is that too much to ask? Relax, maybe watch a movie, and digest a big lunch I had earlier when no cameras or anything was looking.” She slowly circles over his belly. The belly just sitting there, not moving, with a belly button jutting out in the center. “Is that really too much to ask?”
Judy’s eyes gapped at that. The chief stared forward with a poker face slapped on. Duke gave a friendly toothy grin, and his belly just gurgled. The moments lingered, Judy not liking it one second turned to Bogo, “Chief, y-you can’t really be considering that now.” She pleads in his direction. With his elbows on his knees criss crossed he rests his face behind two crossed hands and sits there in silence.
“Judy-”
“No.” She quickly responded.
“Judy, listen.” He says in a more sterned voice. “I’d rather Mr. Weaselton not overhear this, but unfortunately he’s going to. What happened today was very bad.”
“No.” Judy whispers.
Bogo continues, “The head of the police department was caught digesting people over petty crimes.” Judy shakes her head no. Bogo continues, “That would ruin us, Officer Hopps. The news would spread like wildfire. The department would lose millions, and jobs would be lost.” Judy stared wide-eyed, “Worst of all, no one would trust the police anymore. They already don’t trust the government after Lionheart. If they can’t trust the ‘head of police’, it would be anarchy. I made a mistake, I’ll make up to it I promise, but we need to leave things as they are. Let nature take its course.” He mumbles the last part
Said weasel grinned wide. Judy on the other hand couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She hated that it technically made sense, but focusing to her right, it just didn’t seem right to leave Nick trapped inside the stomach of that weasel. With Nick unable not having a vote in this she was outnumbered here. Bogo was right, society could crumble. It’s like the trolley problem, but reversed. I guess, to answer that age-old question, it would be immoral to change fate and ruin the lives of many others, for one mammal. She couldn’t accept it, nor could she deny it, so in defeat, she just dropped her head. That was all the confirmation the weasel needed.
Slowly rolling over and facing down again, Duke lumberly pushes himself up to a standing position. His belly groans and glorbs with each moment as the act takes quite a few seconds. It feels like his stomach has a giant magnet inside it, trying to pull him down to the ground. Finally, he stretches up and cups the front bottom of his belly with both hands to relieve some of the weight. The stomach slightly lifts at that, “Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you both here,” the weasel whistles, “but I really should get going and leave you both alone. I’m glad to know our city will remain in strong safe hands.” He says, slightly pulling up his hands into his mass a little more as it indents slightly. With that he turns and with some slightly wider steps, heads towards the door.
As he walks Judy turns to Bogo with pleading eyes. He can see what she’s saying, you can’t let him walk away like that. But the buffalo just returns his defeated eyes and looks at the ground. She turns her head back to the weasel as he opens the door. Outside the room, standing in the doorway with one handle on the nob and one on his belly he turns and says, “Don't worry bunny rabbit, your old partner’s in a better place now.” He winks and cruelly slaps his belly. The rabbit stares in disbelief. And then, the door closes with a *click*.
Nick didn’t think it could get any worse trapped in the tight spandex of a stomach. That all changed when everything around him was rag dolled. The feeling made him quite nauseous; he really hoped he didn’t end up being the one who threw up. Then he felt a slight increase in pressure, and before he knew it, a momentary feeling of being, airborn? Any confusion was quickly interrupted with a hard smack as the weasel’s stomach landed on the hard floor below. The thin fat and muscles helped cushion him a little, but bracing most of the impact did a number on him. Combined with the walls on him constricting him way too tight he was knocked out momentarily.
When he came to, not much later he was confused why everything was so tight and wet. He now felt a slight tingle around him, and when he heard muffled voices in the distance it all quickly came back to him. Still lightheaded and in pain he thought it best to relax and listen to his surroundings to subdue his nausea. This had an adverse effect when it came to the relaxing part.
It sounded like Duke was trying to convince them to leave him trapped in here. And knowing cons, it sounded convincing! At the end of a long muffled speech, Nick knew he had heard the words ‘relax and digest’ - ’too much to ask?’. That bastard, why would he want this? Nick thinks to himself. Then a moment too long passed by as he realized his so-called ‘partner’ and ‘boss’ weren’t denying it. Unable to open his mouth or even so much as wiggle the fox let out a deep growwlll in anger as he vibrated. While loud in Nick's world, to the rest of the world all that was heard was a simple gurgle that emanated from said stomach. Sounding as nothing more than a bit of indigestion.
It was next to impossible to hear anything with his ears pinned to the back of his head and squished tightly against a slimy wall. All he really heard was the sounds right in and around his ears; squish and swhoosh, as the stomach slowly massaged every inch of Nick. When his nausea finally started to die down, it quickly rose back up as he felt his surroundings move again. ‘Pleasure meeting you both here’ he barely hears the weasel say as he bounces up and down with each step the weasel takes. He feels just a bit of some hip bones below pushing him and the stomach up, and gravity pulling him back down constantly. No, they’re really letting him get away with this, he thinks to himself as the evidence grows clear. Soon his world stops, he hears the weasel say ‘he’s in a better place’, and his whole world wobbles as a hand smacks the outside of the belly. Emotionally his world really did stop.
The weasels walk down the alleyways of Zootopia. With a big fat stomach holding a cramped entire fox inside, he figured it would be best to get home and relax before that bunny decided she wanted to be a hero. At times he would be forced to walk in the open sidewalks with crowds. While internally he was embarrassed, one thing he learned is that if you don’t act weird, people won’t find you weird. So while his belly bulging out between his pants and shirt did look weird to onlookers, he just walked forward with relaxed eyes as if this was absolutely normal. They would glance in confusion about a weasel with that much fat looking round and tight, but they’d forget about it a minute later max. While his belly did jut forward causing him to lean back slightly, he did feel most of the pressure inside him equally all around left right and straight when stationary. While walking he felt his gut shift the pressure right and left ever so slightly. It was a weird feeling to say the least.
He didn’t even necessarily want to eat Nick like this. Like before, he had no intention of this ever happening, let alone knowing it would be even possible. He just wanted to get back at that bastard by biting him good in his smug face. But one thing led to another and well… this happened, he looks down at his swollen middle. It’s still besides a slow lift and drop with each step. He also wanted to get back at the police. While he was pissed at Nick for toying with him, and for screwing him over in the past, this was equally done for his distaste in cops. Although cops don't actually taste that bad actually, he sidetracks with a chuckle while licking his lips. No, it was only after belly flopping releasing that painful burp was it when he decided to keep Nick in there as payment for what he had to deal with. Nick was just unfortunate enough to be in the perfect situation with all the assistance, just small enough for the weasel to fit him down, and just good enough for him to want to keep him down. Hell, maybe it could have even been the rabbit churning in his guts if he snapped sooner.
*Gump- fooo* another burp works its way into his mouth. He catches it with a closed mouth and slowly blows it out to the side discreetly. He had been getting a bit more gassy since the walk started, he noticed. Deciding this was a good spot he ducked into an alley to use as another shortcut. Now away from the public he decided to try something. “Hey Nicky,” poking his stomach, “you're still alive in there?” He casually asks his stomach. It felt so weird, but also so empowering.
While he didn’t speak, inside Nick was indeed still alive, but not doing well. All of the bouncing in his situation brought his nausea back just as heavy as before. Even before Zootopia became what it was today, a fox never belonged in a weasel's belly. Still crushed, he felt his limbs slowly growing weaker as his muscles seemed to decay. The *sizzle* he had felt before has started to grow into a full burn as more acid turned the stomach into a pool. While he thought there was no space between him and the stomach walls, and him and his limbs, the digestive enzymes somehow found a way to mix and slide through every little crevice. As time passed he felt more and more of his fur come off, and his skin started to turn into a scratchy painful red. This was it, he thought, the story of Nick Wilde ends in the stomach of a weasel. Couldn’t it have been something cool like a wolf at least, or you know, not getting eaten at all. Like being on the firework that ends a world war or something. He chuckles to himself. The sphincter slightly opens for a second above his head as another gas bubble goes through it. He hears another distant ‘buurrapppp’ in the distance. Now he regrets his natural night vision, being able to look around at all muck around him that he’s slowly becoming a part of. A fucking weasel. This is just so degrading.
‘Hey Nicky. You still alive in there?’ He hears a voice around and above him. As tired as he is, and with his mouth clamped shut, he can’t say anything even if he wanted to. Still tired and annoyed he lets out a low growl towards Duke. Unfortunately for him, the low growl halfway turns into a pitiful sharp *wine*.
That sound change didn’t matter to Duke though. As he aimed his ears towards his stomach listening, all he felt was it vibrate, and all he heard was it gurgle. Disappointingly no words came out. “Ah, that’s too bad, would have liked to have a chat.” He says idly rubbing his stomach now that no one’s looking, “So- Bwrappp- ugh, be it.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. He continues to walk as the fox continues to digest within him. Before leaving the alley he has one final thought. Luckily for Nick he keeps this one to himself. Otherwise, if Nick felt degraded before, he’d melt in the ultimate degradation alone. Unintentionally saving the fox from this, with a rub top of his stomach and a quick glance down, the weasel has a final thought. I needed quite the help to get you in there. Probably be smart if I stopped at the market and picked up some laxatives. Eventually, I have a gut feeling I’m gonna need quite the help getting you out.
