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"Is that all?" The little cartoon skunkette looks up at you, then at your open fly and your penis. It's massive from her perspective given she's only thigh-high to you. Just the same, she doesn't seem impressed.

"What do you mean, is that all? Look at you! It's the size of your forearm."

"I'm a toon," Bluebelle purrs. "We're stretchy."

"You'll have to be."

"You don't get it," she purrs. She turns, drops to all fours and flirts her tail up. Under other circumstances, having a skunk's ass pointed at you would be a signal to run. She isn't one of the always-stinky variety toon skunks, and you paid good money for this visit. You lean down to get a good look.

Among the cartoon fur there's no sign of a pink cartoon butthole or skunk pussy. You're horny enough to not care. You drop to your knees, reach out, grab her hips and pull her in.

"Oh," she purrs. "Well, if that's all you want." Your tip is grinding the soft fur under her tail when suddenly there is a hole where one didn't exist before. Reflexivity you tug at her hips and groan as you go balls deep in a cartoon skunkette's asshole.

You pick the little skunk up bodily from the floor and she hooks her heels behind your thighs and braces her hands, or maybe forepaws, on your knees. She is tiny and light but your cock fits in her just fine.

You watch her stretched pink ring ride up and down your shaft as you thrust. By all rights she should be screaming, impaled on a comparatively huge human cock, but she just purrs. You can't see if her sex appeared along with her butthole and you are too busy to look.

It doesn't last long. You groan and sway where you stand as the orgasm builds and builds. When you're done she pulls from your limp grasp and drops drops back to to the floor, landing with a thump on all fours. Once more she flags her skunky tail and there is no sign of her asshole.

"Where did it go?"

She giggles at the question. "I don't need it right now. Why have something when you don't need it? That's just more work for the animators. And no one wants to see a toon butthole on the screen."

"I wouldn't mind seeing yours there," you say, and she smiles. "But I mean, where did my cum go?"

"In here," she purrs, and rubs her belly. "There's no way for it to get out now. Toons don't poop unless the cartoon calls for it so there's nothing to push it out. It'll just stay in there."

"Forever?"

"Oh, eventually there will be enough that I make an asshole and push it out. I swallow enough, or get it pumped in like you did. I start to get fat, it has to come out."

As you do up your fly you blink at the little skunkette. "Swallow enough?"

"I haven't been in a show in ages," the little skunkette purrs. "Girl's got to make a living somehow. I'm stretchy. Toon or tourist gets horny, I can help. I'm stretchy. I've sucked off cartoon elephants and cartoon dinosaurs. One of those and I'm pretty full. One time there was this cartoon whale. I swelled up like a balloon."

"And it stays in you? You don't digest it?"

The little skunkette shrugged. "Toons don't digest things. Leo the lion has swallowed a bunch of people, just to name one. That one stupid dog swallowed a whole family once. He said they tasted wholesome. Why would we digest things? We don't need to eat and making new toons is hard."

"When you said 'Is that all you want' earlier..."

"I thought you were into something kinky like being swallowed. I swallow someone your size, I get stretched over them like a furry suit. They jack off in there and I spit them back up. If I'm already full they come up covered in cum."

"Is that safe?"

"Toon," Bluebelle purred. "That mermaid didn't disappear when the hyena swallowed her, right?"

You don't know that cartoon, but..."Okay, I'll try it."

"Okay then," she says brightly. She climbs you like a tree, gripping your clothes with her grabby skunk paws. When her face appears in front of your she smiles.

"Wait, does the money I gave you cover this?"

"No extra charge," she purrs, and she yawns.

Her nose goes up and her chin goes down until you are staring past blunt cartoon fangs into a chute of skunkette gullet. She lets go your shirt with one hand, grips the back of your neck and pushes her maw over your face.

Like most cartoon animals her head is oversized, but it still seems an impossible gape. Just the same she slides her jaws around your head, gathers her tongue beneath your chin and swallows.

"Wow," you marvel as you feel the great bulge of human head move through her neck. Slimy throat slithers past your face, the gullet mucus gumming your eyes shut. Luckily there isn't much to see. She climbs further up your chest until she can duck her head and swallow more of you. Your neck is scraped by blunt cartoon skunk fangs as it follows your face down her throat.

She's working her jaws over your shoulder and you helpfully grip her hips as she puts all her efforts into swallowing you alive. You are three times her size and could pluck her off you and toss her aside, but down below her fluffy tail is rubbing your balls. You step out of your shorts and blink blindly into the slimy confines of her gullet. Her jaws are stretched around your upper arms.

Bit by bit she twists her muzzle around until she is looking down your chest. You stagger back against the wall as she reaches down with both hands and grabs your cock. She swallows with all her might and your face squeezes through a muscular valve into a wet cartoon stomach. Almost at once you have to bend your neck. There isn't room for even half a stretched out human in her stomach and its curl up or nothing. If you didn't curl up she'd be stuck stretched halfway over you, like a weird costume. "My name is Bob and this is my skunk butt mask."

Her forepaws pump your cock and you thrust eagerly against them. There is a brush of fur and a gentle scrape of fangs as she guides your tip into her mouth. She's almost halfway over you and you drop to your knees for balance. Another straining gulp ripples the wet gullet walls around you and eases you deeper. Your tip in her gullet now, sent there by her little padded paws, and you thrust into the wetness between her throat wall and your belly.

You fall on your side and her little forepaws reach down, wrap beneath your ass and help shove it into her maw. She is remarkably strong for her size but it wouldn't have happened if you didn't have your feet against the wall so you could thrust into her gullet with all your might.

She rolls atop you, her body swollen all out of shape with mostly curled up human, and with a toss of her little muzzle your knees are between her fangs. Even now you could brace yourself against her stomach, force yourself to straighten and slide enough of yourself back out to escape. It would just be a matter of peeling the thinly stretched cartoon skunk off your upper body.

You don't resist, and with another great gulp you slither deeper. Her little skunk muzzle closes around your shoes - you forgot to take them off when you stepped out of your shorts - and she swallows once, twice, three times. The first pushes your heels into her throat, the second finds your toes touching the back of her tongue, and the third sends a double bulge of feet through her inky neckfur.

You slither and slide as you curl up inside her, and Bluebelle sighs and relaxes. It was a lot of work to swallow you but it's all done now.

You pump your cock frantically, rubbing the tip against her slimy stomach wall, and groan as your seed spurts out for the second time in half an hour. It drips down onto your thigh and it's your turn to sigh and relax.

Bluebelle lets out a great belch and you hear a wet splat from inside. One of your shoes was sucked off by the undulations of her gullet and shot out of her maw when she burped. The little skunkette is stretched over you like a tight fitting fur coat, slimy on the inside and furry outside.

"That was pretty good," you mumble, and you hear her giggle. She's stretched so thinly over you that you easily hear each other. "I don't feel my first batch of cum in here. I guess it's mixed in with all the slime."

"It's further down," she purrs. "You aren't -that- long. Your dick was in my lower intestine when you came."

"I thought you didn't have things you don't need," you say into the slimy dark. "Why would you need intestines?"

"No one has to animate intestines," she says reasonably. "And right now your cum is in them so I need them."

You nod, your cheek sliding along the stomach wall. There is a thick later of slime coating her insides. The layer in her throat lubricated you for your slide into her stomach. The layer here is even thicker and now that you're paying attention, it tingles wherever it touches you. That's pretty much everywhere since it coated you all over when you slid in. Your shirt is soaked and with the exception of one shoe you're otherwise naked.

You stir uneasily. Besides the stinging slime, there isn't a lot of air in here. Most of it left with the burp. Toons don't need to breathe, but you do.

"You better cough me up," you say. A fat droplet of slime drips down your forehead, stinging as it goes. More of the slime is oozing into her stomach, slowly filling the voids in your curled up form. "I didn't think about it, but toons don't need to breathe. And it may be a toon stomach, but this slime is starting to sting."

"Well of course," Bluebelle says brightly. She's stretched out atop the great bulge you make, her four limbs wrapped as far around it as they can reach. "That's how stomachs work."

An unpleasant thought rears its ugly head. The slow gurgle starting up all around, along with the sting, seems all too much like the start of something very bad. "You said toons don't digest things. And you said being swallowed was safe."

"Mm-hm." You feel her nod. "Toons can't digest other toons. I've been in plenty of stomachs. Why, I've been all the way through a couple of toons. Went all the way through Shere Khan one time. Squeezed me right out under his tail. Big cat just couldn't be bothered to cough me up, he's so used to digesting tourists."

There it was. "You said this would be safe!" You squirm, but the thick layer of slime coating her gut is practically frictionless. You can't get a grip on anything. You can't even use your own body for leverage, because every square inch of you is just as slimy. The massive bulge in the cartoon skunk changes shape, but all that happens if you force out another bubble of air.

Bluebelle burps, and giggles. "Excuse me! Oh yes, about that. I lied. Little skunk like me, I'd never get a meal of tourist if you fought back. You're only the second human I've eaten, and both of you trusted me."

"Let me out!" You try to kick, but you can't put any force into it. There just isn't any leverage. Your struggle uses up more precious air from the few sips she hasn't burped up.

"It's a learning experience," she purrs. "Though I expect it's pretty hard to learn from a mistake when making it gets you digested."

Stung all over by the ever increasing amount of digestive slime her belly produces in reaction to the arrival of such a large chunk of food, you put your last strength into a kick. At it does is push a temporary bulge out of her swollen flank.

"I trusted you," you whisper, knowing that you are doomed. The little cartoon skunk will need days to digest you, but there's no escaping the process now. All she needs to do is lie here in the room you rented. There's even a toilet for when she needs it. Toons only poop when the cartoon calls for it, or, you suspect, when they eat non-toon food. Like a whole human, for example.

Sure enough: "Well on the bright side," she says cheerfully, "You don't need to worry about your cum being stuck in my lower intestine now. There will be plenty of used-to-be-you to push it out."

As you breathe your last sips of air in the gurgling dark you feel the little skunkette yawn, stretch, and settle down for a nap atop the great bulge of you. She doesn't need to be awake for this. Toon or not, her stomach knows exactly what to do.