Early morning finds you waking in your home, and you stretch out in bed with a yawn. It's a lazy Saturday, and you've got nothing planned for today, but all the same, it'll be nice to freshen up and have something quick for breakfast. You take a quick shower, trying to ignore the rumbles of your belly as you clean yourself. Finally, you finish and dry off before throwing on a set of underwear – You live alone, so it's not like you have to worry about anyone else seeing you! Then, you head to your kitchen to get a bite to eat.
You find yourself craving a bowl of cereal; in particular, one of your favorites from when you were a kid. Picking up a box of Frosted Flakes, you pour yourself a bowl and then add milk to it (You're not a psychopath, after all!) before grabbing a spoon and sitting down to eat.
The first bite of those sugary corn flakes makes you smile, reminiscing about your youth as you enjoy the familiar flavors. The nostalgia makes you feel quite warm inside despite the cold milk on each spoonful you munch, and you can't help but remember those commercials you saw on TV all the time when you were growing up. True to the slogan-
"Theyyy're grrreat!"
The sudden voice makes you jump, and you turn around, finding yourself staring at a mass of white fur. Looking up, you spot none other than the big, broad-chested mascot himself, standing tall with his distinctive orange fur with black stripes, his white-furred belly and chest, his warm yellow eyes, and his signature red kerchief embroidered with his own name!
Tony the Tiger is in your home!
Jumping to your feet in surprise, you watch as he laughs heartily in that deep voice you know so well, before he places a large, padded hand on your shoulder. "They are, aren't they? It's always nice to meet a fan!"
You stammer incoherently, not sure how to react to the six-foot-three tiger in your house. He just chuckles, though, and continues to speak. "What's your name, friend?"
Blushing, you give him your name, and he repeats it with a smile. "Pleased to meet you! I don't think I need to introduce myself; you seem to know me already. Mind if I have some?"
Still wary, you shake your head, and he grins broadly. "Awesome! It's nice to share, isn't it?"
Seemingly from nowhere, he produces a serving bowl and dumps the entire rest of your box into it, before adding his own milk. "Hope you don't mind – It takes a lot to keep this ol' tiger going!"
Producing a serving spoon also apparently from thin air, he chows down, chomping noisily on the cereal. Without anything else to do, you resume your own bowl, grateful it hasn't gone soggy yet.
The two of you finish at about the same time, and Tony pats his white-furred belly before letting out a deep Boouurrp!
"Excuse me, heh! That really hit the spot! Thanks for sharing, friend!"
You nod and collect the dishes, bringing them to your sink to rinse them off – But when you finish, you feel a large paw on your shoulder again. This time, it seems to be less of a friendly gesture and more like it's holding you.
Turning around, you see Tony looking at you, a worrying glint in his eye as he takes a deep sniff of you with his big blue nose. A rumble sounds from his midsection, and he chuckles.
"That was very nice, but I'm still a bit hungry… I hope you can understand."
Both paws move to your sides, pinning your arms as he effortlessly lifts you from the ground. You yelp in surprise, but he continues speaking.
"You know, my commercials always say my cereal is a part of a complete breakfast. And like I said, it takes a lot to keep me going! Especially for the active lifestyle I live…"
He licks his lips, taking another deep sniff of you, eliciting another growl from his midsection.
"There's nothing like a good protein snack to go with breakfast, you know. Cereal is good and all, but I do have the appetite of a tiger…"
Sniff, sniff
"-and you smell positively delicious."
You try to squirm, but you find no purchase with your efforts. He has you tight, and he's bringing you closer to his mouth…
"I hope you enjoy the honor of becoming a part of my body!"
With that, he opens wide, revealing the cavern to you. His tongue ripples eagerly, leading back to his gullet, flexing in anticipation of swallowing you down!
You take a breath, but before you can yell for help, he stuffs you past those sharp tiger teeth, fitting your face and head inside the slimy warmth of his mouth!
His tongue strokes against your face – Smooth and bumpy like your own tongue; far from the painful scratches you were expecting of a felid. It's still wet from the cereal he ate, bits of the stuff clinging to you as he licks you. A contented rumble builds in his chest – Tony is purring in delight at your flavors!
A slight comfort, you think, that the mascot is enjoying you as much as you enjoyed his product. Though that comfort is dashed as you realize what that means for you.
You kick your legs in an attempt to struggle, even as he pushes you deeper into his mouth. His fleshy uvula slaps softly against your face as you reach the back of his tongue, before he takes a deep breath, then-
Glllp!
With a push and a swallow, your head sinks all at once into his rippling gullet, the muscles squeezing you tightly and pulling on you, trying to work you deeper into the tiger's body!
Tony's mouth stretches wider as he crams your shoulders inside, now licking over your neck and upper chest. A second swallow pushes the widest part of you into his esophagus, and you realize he really will be able to get all of you down. Your kicks slow in tempo as it becomes clear they won't stop him; he wants you in his belly, and you're powerless to do anything about it.
Another few swallows, and he starts licking your belly, making you squirm again – Not entirely out of fear, but because his tongue is tickling you! You giggle and laugh in his gullet, especially when the muscle probes your navel, and the deepening purrs all around you show you he's rather enjoying your movements!
Behind the vibrations of his purring, you can hear the steady thumping of a powerful heartbeat and the whooshing of air as he breathes in and out – How he's able to breathe with you halfway down his throat, you don't know. But mostly, you hear the squishing of slick flesh against your ears, his esophagus still trying to tug you deeper even as Tony holds you in place for a bit longer so he can tickle you more!
Eventually, though, he does let his tongue fall still as he gulps strongly again, working your waist into his mouth and then his gullet. Your face presses against a tight ring of muscle that holds taut, even as the tiger tries to swallow again. It takes a few seconds before the cardia relaxes enough for you to progress forward, and your head slips into Tony's stomach, followed shortly by your shoulders and then your upper body. You splash into the mush of cereal and milk at the bottom as the organ expands to contain you inside.
Tony lifts your legs upward and lets gravity ease you deeper, swallowing softly to guide you into his belly. Even as you gently wiggle, he just smiles and slurps down the last of you. You feel your feet enter his mouth and receive some firm licks, making you squirm and laugh within the tight stomach some more, much to his amusement.
He lets your feet work their way to the back of his mouth, and you receive one last tickle from his uvula brushing against your soles, before he takes a deep Glllck to send the rest of you all the way down to his belly!
You curl up tightly within the mush-filled chamber, held tightly in the fetal position. Thankfully, you've curled along the bottom until you spun upright, so your head isn't submerged beneath the digesting remains of cereal and milk. You can somehow see the dark, wrinkled walls squishing and kneading against you, working the fluids into you, and almost massaging your nearly nude form as you get settled in.
You feel a firm impact against the stomach as Tony pats his belly. "Mmm-mmm! You really hit the spot, friend!"
Not sure how to respond, you opt to remain silent as you feel him moving a bit, before gravity suddenly shifts sideways.
"Hope you don't mind if I relax for a bit; big meals make me sleepy!"
You can feel his large paws rubbing his belly, helping it to churn around you, and the continued purrs around you show he rather enjoys the weight of a full meal inside him.
It doesn't take long before you feel a tingle spreading through the submerged part of your body, the digestive fluids soaking into you and beginning to soften you. It's not entirely unpleasant – It feels like being sat in a hot bath, more or less. And the squishing of the stomach walls isn't all that bad, either – Especially combined with those rubs from outside, and the happy purrs of a contented cat!
A smile grows on your face, and as you begin to fade out, you ask Tony if he enjoyed you.
"Oh, trust me, you're without a doubt the tastiest, most filling meal I've ever had. Thank you, friend."
His voice is soft and sweet, showing his genuine gratitude for having you inside him. You give the walls a gentle nuzzle, and he pats the bulge where your head is.
"I mean this with the utmost sincerity… You were grrreat!"
