FSE

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Tyler slumped in his seat, staring absently out the window as tree after tree whipped by. Grant and Maria chatted amongst themselves in the front seats, either oblivious or uncaring that he really wasn't particularly excited to be included in the upcoming festivities. The radio was on, and he was having a tough time following what either had been saying for the last half hour or so, and he felt justified in tuning them out and leaning his head against the window.

He pulled out his phone and entered the unlock combination, the screen flicking back to the page he had most recently been reading. A minimalist ad for a new “escape the room” type game illuminated the back seat, his own grumpy face reflected off back at him as a glare hit his screen. He idly read the page a few times over. These games were something he had once been super into, going to each and every one he could find with Grant and Maria, the gecko and raccoon sharing his enthusiasm.

Over time they had started to feel a little derivative, with each game being less enjoyable than the last, until it got to the point that he almost dreaded it whenever one of the others found a new one that was supposedly good. This latest one, Maria's find, if he remembered correctly, didn't even seem to be trying. The ad itself barely said anything more than an address, but a few attendees had left some rather rave reviews, something that felt suspicious to Tyler, as he had never even heard of it until recently.

According to Maria, it was an independent game set up by someone that had either a little too much time or money on their hands. Someone who had taken it upon themselves to introduce some newer elements into the flat formula. Tyler had agreed to go almost automatically, it wasn't until they were all halfway there that he did some research and found out there was a some sort of role-play element to the game, and the more he dug the more he felt like he was dreading it.

Unwilling to throw a wrench into the others' plans, he kept quiet and decided to just make the best of it, looking forward to watching some TV shows and ordering pizza when he got home for the day.

“What about you Tyler?” Grant asked.

He startled a bit at hearing his name, shifting up in his seat and adjusting his leg so that it didn't get tangled up with Grant's tail, which was fed out through an opening at the bottom of the driver's seat. “What was that? Couldn't hear you over the radio.”

Grant turned the volume down, “Maria and I were thinking about grabbing dinner after the game, would you be in?”

He paused, “Dinner? How long is this supposed to be?”

“Couple of hours apparently.” Maria said, causing Tyler to stifle a groan. “I've been chatting with the guy that operates it. He was asking if we wanted to try the advanced difficulty, and I told him to go all out! We're pretty seasoned at this point, figure we could tackle it, just might take a little longer.”

“Okay, cool.” He said, while his thoughts conjured up some less than favorable responses.

The conversation died down a bit as they drew close, and Maria started directing Grant down some side streets to get them to their destination. After a few minutes of this, the car finally pulled into a long and winding driveway. Tyler was about to voice his doubts about them being in the right place when they passed a wooden sign driven into the ground beside them, reading “Escape the Room Entrance!”. The sign's presence did little to bolster his confidence in the quality of this game.

Grant parked the car and the three of them emerged, looking around the clearly residential property. The house that stood at the end of the driveway was two stories tall, but fairly long. The flowers and shrubs outside the walls were poorly kept at best, with most of the plants drooping or just blatantly dead. There was a huge front door painted bright red to their right, with a staircase going along the left side of the house to a patio on the second floor.

Before he could bring up any questions, the red door swung open and a young man peeked his head out. A black furred otter strode out from the door, his expression very upbeat and cheerful. He was wearing cargo shorts and a short sleeved button down shirt, at odds with the long heavier clothing the rest of them were wearing. He sidled out of the door and trotted the short distance over to them, barefoot.

“Hi there!” He said, his voice very warm and welcoming, easing Tyler's tension just a smidge, “Maria's party? The three of you?” He asked, eyes landing on Maria.

“Yep, that's us” She responded, stepping forward to shake his hand.

“Welcome! It's great to meet you guys.” He said, shaking Maria's hand and then stepping over to Grant and himself to do the same, introducing themselves in turn. He met the otter's eyes as grasped his hand, the man looking genuinely delighted to see them. “Name's Howie, so glad you guys could make it.”

“You bet.” Said Grant, “Heard some great things. Is this your house?”

“Yeah.” Said Howie, “Inherited. The place is a little too huge for my taste so I only really use the first floor. Used to rent the second floor out but my tenant left a few months ago so I converted the space to this!” He started walking over to the side of the house. “Here, follow me.”

They stepped over to the stairs that led up to the patio. “Do you run this place yourself?” Tyler asked, feeling a little more comfortable after meeting the very approachable operator.

“Yep! Been doing it for about a month, taking on a few parties a week. Doesn't pay all that much but it's fun. Hoping to spread the word a little more and maybe do this full time... Okay!” He said, reaching the door into the second floor and turning to face them. “So, I'm sure Maria mentioned, but this is a themed game. It's more “Escape the Apartment” then “Escape the Room”, since there are four doors you have to get open.

“The theme is, 'a serial killer is on the loose'! So it's got a bit of a horror vibe to it, but I promise there are no jump-scares, just some creepy messages and sound effects and stuff.” He said, his voice melodic as he spoke, with Tyler able to tell there was real passion for his little project. He stopped for a moment to open the door. The three of them peeked inside to see a small sitting room. The windows has been boarded up on the outside and inside for effect, making the room look somewhat creepy. Howie pointed to a small white box that was mounted on the wall.

“Each room has a little intercom here that's wired down to my apartment. If you wanna stop for any reason just let me know through there and I'll unlock all the doors.” He said, stepping back out onto the patio, “The first room should only take about 15 or 20 minutes, and after that there's a kitchen and a bathroom, which you're all free to use during the game.” He paused again, to grab a small box that was beside the door. “And finally, phones go in here. Can't look up hints or it'll ruin the game. I'll keep them downstairs with me until you guys get through, so they'll be waiting for you at the end. Feel free to lock them or whatever, but I promise I won't snoop.” He said, punctuating his sentence with a grin.

The three of them nodded, fishing their phones out of their pockets and placing them in the box. Howie tucked it under his arm and stepped aside, gesturing to the open door. “I can set a time limit if you like?” He offered. Tyler almost agreed to it before Maria told him there was no need, and he thought against contradicting her. They stepped into the dimly lit sitting room, passing Howie as he smiled and nodded to each of them in turn. Tyler had to admit he liked the guy, which made him hope against hope that his game was good so that he could talk him up when this was all through.

“Alright you guys” Howie said, sliding the door shut behind them, “Have fun, and don't get caught!”

The door closed and the light immediately became dim, almost too dim to see much of anything. Grant and Maria immediately got to work, taking stock of everything in the room that was available to them and what they should be looking for to get into the next room.

After a few minutes of some aimless searching, Tyler found a flashlight on the ground that made the search that much easier. Together, they determined that two keys would be needed to get out of the first room. They had also found a locked safe, a bookshelf full to the brim with old books, and an out of place looking air-hockey table that they determined would be a part of the puzzle.

As Tyler started taking inventory of the books that were there, a sound clip of a thunderstorm started playing over a speaker system in the room, an effect which Tyler considered to be nice touch. It took some time, but eventually Grant found a clue written down on one of the blades of the ceiling fan that led them to a certain page of a certain book. This, in turn, directed them to scoring points an a particular order on the air-hockey table which, when done correctly, yielded their first key through the puck return slot.

Suitably impressed, they continued their search for a code to get into the safe, something that Maria started to follow leads on when he discovered a fake radio hidden away in a hollowed out book. Upon pressing play, it read out a fake newscast of the pretend serial killer that was supposedly hunting them down. Tyler heard the report read out a birth date for the killer, and when he tried inputting that into the safe, it yielded their second key.

With that, they emerged from the first locked room and discovered the long hallway that lay beyond, with both a kitchen and bathroom accessible to them right away.

“This is... pretty legit.” Grant said, stepping out into the hall, his long reptilian tail dragging against the carpet, “Gotta say I had my doubts when Maria told me about this place.”

“Me too.” Tyler added, relieved he had not been alone, “But this is going well, I'm enjoying it. Howie's using sound pretty well with the storm and the radio.”

They kept up their chatter, mindlessly talking to cover up the fact they were all actually getting a little immersed into the escape killer scenario, Tyler suspected. The light switches were still not working, so they had to continue to rely on the one flashlight and the light from the fridge door. After a quick break for the restroom and a glass of water, they resumed their search.

After about five minutes it was becoming apparent that these next few rooms were far more complicated than the first. They had, so far, turned up nothing. There was a locked door at the end of the hall, which looked like it was controlled by a keypad. They had tried to use the killer's birthday again, but that was a no go.

Grant pitched that they split between the three rooms, with Grant searching the kitchen, Maria searching the bathroom, and Tyler going back to see if there was anything else in the first room. He made the trek back down the hall and started going through older clues, but was unable to find anything of substance.

He spent about ten minutes systematically opening each book on the shelf when Maria stepped back into the room, looking frazzled.

“I uh...” She started, “I can't find Grant...”

Tyler hesitated, was this part of game? Was Maria messing with him? “He's not in the kitchen?” He asked.

“No, I just checked. Hall and bathroom too, figured he must be here but he... isn't?” She asked, sounding anxious but holding it back, as though she was suspicious that this was a part of the game as well.

“No, I haven't seen him since we split.” Tyler said, “You don't think he went past the next door do you?”

She shook her head, looking as though she doubted it, but they went down the hallway together regardless. Tyler jimmied the handle, finding it still locked. He knocked on the door, calling Grant's name to see if he could hear him through the door, but there was nothing.

“Is he messing with us?” Maria asked, her voice still ringing with that restrained anxiety, “I... want to use the intercom.”

“Uh... yeah, okay.” Tyler said, deciding that would be best. “Hey Grant!” He shouted, Maria startling beside him. “If this is a joke come out now, we're going to buzz the intercom otherwise!”

Nothing. And that worried him.

He shared a glance with Maria and walked back to the front room with her. He pressed the button on the intercom while Maria fumbled with the handle to the door they had used to enter. There was silence on the other side. He pressed it again, not noticing any indication that anything was happening. “Hello?” He spoke, feeling a little foolish, “Hey Howie, I think we need to stop, Grant's missing? I think?”

Again, silence, which was abruptly broken by a deep laughter playing over the sound of the thunderstorm coming from the speakers.

“This isn't fucking funny anymore...” Maria said, her swearing making the situation even more tense. Tyler himself was getting a little anxious. She started banging on the door to the patio, shouting at Howie to let them out. Tyler rubbed his sweating forehead, scanning the room with his flashlight. Maria had moved on to the window, slamming her paws on the boards that covered the glass on both sides, and promptly gave up.

“Okay...” He said, taking a deep breath, “Com's broken, and Grant must have gone ahead and got locked in so he can't come back....” Tyler said, grasping for the only optimistic explanation he could think of.

“So...” Maria began.

“So I think we should just try to keep going.”

“Are you serious? I'm done with this game now, this is seriously freaking me out.” She said, sounding flustered.

“I know, but what else can we do? Howie isn't responding to us...”

Maria paused for a few moments before slumping down, her back to the door, and nodded. Tyler returned the nod and gestured for the two of them to go into the kitchen.

No longer comfortable with splitting up, they searched the kitchen together, finding nothing but regular kitchen supplies. Appliances, food, drinks, cleaning products, and some scattered pots and pans. Nothing jumped out at him as being a feasible part of the game. Maria was pouring through the fridge, finding nothing of consequence.

Tyler heard her cough when she opened a jar she found on the shelf, covering her mouth and wheezing a bit as the plastic container clattered to the floor. “You okay?” He asked, to which she nodded.

“Yeah,” She said, “Just... could you get my water? I think I left it in the fr.. front room...”

She sounded a little off, and Tyler was concerned. He stood up and jogged back down the hall to the front room, finding a small bottle of water on the floor near the window. He scooped it up and stepped briskly back into the kitchen.

When he turned the corner, Maria was not there. Dread gripping him, Tyler stepped back out and immediately checked the bathroom. Empty. “What the fuck is going on...” He muttered to himself. “Are you both screwing with me?” He shouted, jogging back into the front room and pounding his fist on the intercom. “Hey, we're done here. Everyone is missing...” He trailed off, not knowing what to do.

Both of his companions had vanished. Maria had been sitting in front of the fridge as recently as thirty seconds ago. The thought that they had solved the puzzle themselves and moved on now seemed impossible. Something had happened to them, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was unrelated to the game, or at least unrelated to what he understood the game entailed...

Heart racing, he started combing the available rooms for any hint of a way out that disregarded the rules of the game. He couldn't budge the sealed windows, the bathroom and hall didn't have any windows at all, and the small air vent in the kitchen would not even be remotely possible.

He stepped into the bathroom, looking for any clue whatsoever, either for how to progress the game or how to get the hell out. He scanned his light around the room, constantly pointing it back towards the door to make see if there was anyone else around. He stepped into the tub, reaching for soap and shampoo bottles to see if there was anything there.

Idly, he opened the shampoo, and a gust of odd smelling gas wafted up into his face. He gasped, inhaling the scent, and immediately started coughing. He stumbled, his back to the wall as he slumped down a bit, the shampoo bottle falling to the ground. His head started to feel fuzzy, his vision getting clouded. Somewhere a light flicked on, and he stared upwards as a dark shadow strode into the bathroom with him.

He grumbled something incoherent and felt himself pass out.

“You awake yet?” A voice asked.

Tyler blinked, his head throbbing with a dull pressure. He tried to sit up and immediately got dizzy, toppling back down to the smooth and cold surface beneath him.

He felt like he was going to vomit. He held his forehead, chilly and sweaty at once, and took deep breaths, getting his bearings as he blinked around the unfamiliar view. Everything was bright, a stark contrast to the last hour or so he had in his memory. The terrain all around him was pearly white, a huge light illuminating everything from above. He was in a valley of some sort, huge white walls looming high above him in every direction he looked, a distorted reflection of himself visible in the nearest wall.

His first thought was that it was a glacier, but as he started to come to his senses he realized it wasn't cold enough for that. It wasn't until he took another look at his reflection that he noticed he was no longer wearing any clothes, his bare skin visible as he did a double take and looked down at himself. The realization making him more anxious than bashful, he covered himself with his hands, taking a few wobbly paces along the bright white walls before he remembered he had heard a voice.

He glanced around to all sides, seeing nothing, until he thought he heard a soft gust of wind from somewhere above him, followed by a gentle waft of warm air. He craned his neck up, stumbling down to his knees in shock an instant later.

It was Howie, and he was massive. His arms and head peeking over the towering white ledge, the otter was smiling cheerfully down at him, clearly enjoying the scene of Tyler's delirious bumbling. His mind frantically tried to parse what was going on. He relived the last hour in his mind. Grant and Maria disappearing, the weird smoke spilling out of the shampoo bottle. He had felt something strange take hold of him after that, but... how was this possible? He had been shrunk, smaller than the very bottle he had been holding moments ago.

He shut his eyes, Howie seeming content to just watch without offering further explanation. Tyler took some more deep breaths, coming out in violent shudders as his anxiety moved aside for real fear to set in. He tried to convince himself he was hallucinating, but the scene before him was just too real, he knew it wasn't in his head, but willed for some blissful ignorance to take hold.

“Didn't expect anyone to get hit by the bathtub trap.” He said, his booming voice echoing around the tub, having only then dawned on Tyler that this was where he was trapped, “Figured people your age would go straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. Still got your little lizard pal.”

He stopped and leaned back, pushing himself to his feet, causing Tyler to stare as the otter stepped into the tub with him. He was still clothed, but the angle he had been granted placed the bottom of his shorts still far above his head. He looked away and took some instinctive steps back, his foot meeting the curved portion of the floor that merged to the wall and slipping, his ass hitting the curve and sliding back to the bottom of the tub.

Howie sat down carefully, curling his legs up beneath him until he got comfortable, taking up the entire other half of the tub, his own black tail curled up around him. It was only then that he noticed motion from the otter's pocket, a raccoon's arms frantically grasping for the exit from within.

Maria...

The otter took notice, then, with an expression that implied he had forgotten she was there, he fished the squirming raccoon from his pocket. She was naked as well, the fur of her face wet with tears and her voice hoarse from shouting. Tyler was staring, and didn't notice when Howie's other paw brushed against his side. He yelped, trying to move away, but the huge finger curled around him. The fur-less pads of his hands pressed into his skin, warm to the touch, and pulled his bare feet from the surface of the tub.

“So.” He said to them, two squirming forms, human and raccoon, in his gargantuan paws. “Did you guys figure it out yet?” He paused, giving them a moment before continuing in a whisper “I'm the serial killer! Unfortunately, you lost this little game, all three of you fell for my traps.”

Tyler ceased his squirming and took a moment to think, his eyes glancing around to try to weight his options. The otter somehow still managed to inject a carefree cheer into his voice, despite the horrific circumstances he was subjecting them to. It made for a very contradicting tone.

“Guessing you're both wondering where your lizard pal went?” He asked, and Tyler felt more than a little ashamed that he hadn't. His worries had been more focused on himself since he had noticed the situation he was in. “Here.” The otter said, moving himself and Maria through the air, “Listen...”

He fed his own tail through the bottom of his un-tucked shirt, lifting it to reveal a slim chest and stomach. Without further explanation, he pressed Tyler and Maria up against his gut, just higher than his bellybutton. Tyler sputtered, fur brushing against his nose and mouth as he was exposed to the warmth of the otter's body, he was about to shout up to Howie, to beg him to stop, when he heard a sound that turned his blood cold.

A shout. Muffled, frantic, distant, but it was there. The sound had come from beyond the otter's fur, from within his body. Another helpless shout echoed from within, and it dawned on him. Maria's sob beside him meant she had put it together too. Howie has swallowed Grant alive.

He could only stare at the otter's stomach, gently expanding in and out as he breathed, showing no signs that his friend was inside, fighting for his left. Howie, seeming satisfied with their reaction, pulled them back, holding them up to his face once more and punctuating the moment by licking his lips.

“Sorry, I got tired of waiting for you two to finally wake up.” he said, letting his shirt fall back over his stomach, another layer between himself and Grant. “I was getting really hungry.” He paused to tilt his head back, moving it side to side as he cracked his neck before looking back down at the two of them, nothing but joy in his expression, “But that was fun huh? It was tricky collecting you guys without the others noticing! I had to hide lizard man's clothes in a cabinet with some dish rags, glad you didn't find them there. Though I guess that only really would have added to the experience, huh?”

Neither of them answered. Maria, teeth clenched and eyes shut, was hanging her head, fidgeting relentlessly in Howie's grip. Tyler just stared up at the otter, trying to think of something to say...

“Let him go...” He managed, surprised at how soft and frail his own voice sounded. Howie raised his eyebrows, a look of genuine confusion on his face.

“The lizard? Grant, right? But... I caught him. He lost. You were locked in the killer's house and fell for his traps, therefore, you all belong to me now. It's not like I can make you normal sized again, might as well save on food.” He added, giving Tyler a little squeeze at the word 'food'. Judging by Maria's screaming, he did the same to her. “It costs a fortune to uproot myself every time I make some tinies. Gotta pinch pennies where I can...”

“Well, we have some time here.” He said, sitting up straight, “Grant sounds like he could use some company in the... final room.” He smiled at that, as though considering himself profoundly clever, “I'm not that hungry through, so...” He raised and lowered Tyler in one paw while he did the same to Maria, as through putting them on an imaginary scale.

Tyler grunted, finding his eyes drawn to the otter's mouth as he spoke, his heart rate quickening at the thought of his body being dropped within. He glanced down at the stomach again, his shirt covering the fur. He was too far away now to hear anything, but he knew that Grant was still struggling within.

“Taste test?” He asked, looking down at Tyler and Maria, apparently expecting their input. He shrugged, looking a little disappointed that they weren't up for participating, and proceeded to lift Maria up to his mouth. Tyler stared as the screaming raccoon was pressed against Howie's lips. The otter, seemingly enjoying himself, shut his eyes and parted his maw. A light pink tongue slid out of his mouth, curling around Maria's head until Tyler couldn't see her face anymore. She was drawn inside, about a third of her gone from his view, as he noisily suckled and slurped her upper body.

Tyler shivered in place, his own eyes starting to water, as the huge otter cheerfully tasted his struggling friend. He took his time, curling his tongue over her again and again, until he pulled her back out, gasping and sobbing, her fur completely soaked in slobber. He turned his attention to Tyler.

Tyler gulped, trembling as he felt himself rise up. He was placed right before the otter's giant head, his face placed gently against his sealed lips. He felt the otter's jaws part, his breath wafting over his face and rustling his hair as the light pink muscle slithered out between his lips, pressing against Tyler's cheek.

He grimaced, shutting his eyes to avoid looking down the intense dark passage that awaited beyond the otter's tongue, and endured as the slimy hot appendage enjoyed him. He felt a push as his body was heaved into the otter's mouth, resting on the tongue as it glided greedily over his front, pressing and curling to wrap over his bare back, leaving streaks of wet slobber everywhere it went. He felt the otter's lips compress around his midsection, cutting out all light and sealing him in the sweltering cavern that was thick with the putrid odor of the otter's breath.

The sheer weight of the man's tongue took him off guard, he felt a heavy pressure with each lick, his body powerfully shoved from side to side as the giant suckled on him. An intense pressure threatened to pull him into the obliterating darkness beyond, held in place only by the huge tongue. He felt himself slipping, heard himself screaming as he flailed, trying everything and anything to hold himself in place.

It all stopped in a moment. The otter opened his mouth, flooding the dark chamber with a pink light and eliminating the pressure that nearly claimed him. He felt the now familiar scent of Howie's breath engulf him as he let out an exaggerated sound of satisfaction, lowering Tyler with such speed that he felt a roller coaster-like feeling of vertigo. Calming down, he found himself beside Maria again, her head still hanging down before her, her hair obscuring her eyes.

“Hmmm.” Howie said, “This is tough. You're both delicious!” He paused to start making the weighing motion again, Tyler's soaked body getting the chills as the air whipped him by, “But I think I'm going to have to go with you.”

He didn't look. Couldn't look. Both outcomes were unbearable, but a moment later, he felt the grip against his body vanish. He gasped as he fell, landing on the otter's leg right beside his bent knee. He looked up to see a grisly scene. Maria hung limp, just above Howie's head. He watched as the otter opened his mouth. Opened it wide.

Maria started to scream, but Tyler could barely hear it, the otter's maw must have easily spanned her entire body, and he found himself glad that he could not see it from her view. Unable to tear his eyes away, he could only stare, helpless, as the otter released his grip on her body, and the raccoon vanished from sight. Tyler saw a flick of her tail as her tiny body was dropped into the otter's maw, and she was gone.

Howie shut his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he sloshed Tyler's friend this way and that, tasting her, savoring her. It must have been a minute, but before long he heard the telltale gulp, the sound he had been dreading. A gentle bulge showed up in Howie's throat, and Maria was gone, without a trace. He stared, not knowing what to do. Two of his friends eaten. One right before his eyes. And now both of them were squirming within the sadistic otter's guts.

He trembled, feeling Howie's attention return to him.

“You, my furless friend, I have other plans for.”

Howie had been gone for minutes on end, leaving Tyler alone in the tub. After the initial shock had worn off, he had tried everything to get himself out. Everything, in this case, amounted to futile jumping at the sides of the tub and painfully sliding down along the walls until he was sprawled back down at the bottom.

Feeling powerless, he curled himself up in the corner, shutting his eyes and trying not to picture the scene of Maria getting swallowed whole, with little success. Whatever the otter had in store for him, he approached it with the same upbeat nature that he had adopted for each and every interaction thus far. He was still feeling numb from it all, as though he was still in shock, barely comprehending that his friends had been eaten. He tried not to ponder what had been planned for him.

A door opened somewhere beyond his line of sight. The panic returned in full force, before Howie even stepped back into view. The otter still loomed high above him, though he was no longer wearing any clothing. Still feeling numb, the fully exposed otter barely even registered to him. The sight of his bare stomach did drum up the memories of Grant screaming from within. He wondered if they were still alive in there, unsure if hoped they were or not.

Howie placed a container on the side of the tub, something Tyler couldn't quite make out, before reaching in and turning a faucet on the wall high over his head. Water spewed out from the shower head, icy cold water soaking his skin and making him gasp. The force of it created a current, pulling Tyler out of his corner and sliding along the length of the tub until he was pushed against the drain.

He sat himself up, sputtering and shivering as the otter spoke up above him. “Thought it would be nice to take a little shower together, before things really get started.” He said, placing a paw into the stream of water for a few moments. The cold water soon grew warmer as the temperature adjusted. After about a minute, the water was hot. Despite himself, Tyler felt a modicum of relief. The hot water was up to his stomach as he sat beside the tub drain, and it was a pleasant sensation.

He found himself unable to fully enjoy it, for at that moment Howie stretched out a long leg, and planted himself into the shower. The curtains closed around them, leaving him alone with the colossal otter as he stepped into the stream of water, his grin growing wider. Tyler sat in the pooled water by the drain, unsure what to do, but wanting to keep as much distance from Howie as he possibly could.

Howie, by contrast, had different plans in mind. A shadow passed over his head, and Tyler glanced up just in time to see the sole of his massive paw loom directly above him. He gasped as it pressed down over him, gently, but firmly all the same. Tyler was dragged across the bottom of the tub, sliding along the wet ceramic as Howie pulled him closer, keeping him underfoot as water cascaded down over them. Tyler sputtered as his paw was shifted, leaving Tyler room for his head and arms to pry between his two bigger toes.

He writhed as he tried to free himself. Water rushed around his body, pooling a bit against his struggling form and Howie's paw. The otter wriggled his toes against Tyler's body, giggling high above him with each movement that Tyler made. Howie continually pressed down a little harder against him before easing up, keeping up the cycle as more water splashed down on his face in regular intervals, running off the otter's foot as well.

Tyler had never felt so low. Everything about this was degrading. Howie was toying with him, relentlessly so, and clearing having the time of his life while Tyler struggled and whimpered beneath his foot. The paw lifted a tiny bit, just arcing in such a way the Tyler was able to pull himself free. Howie pushed against him with the side of this foot, sliding him to the end of the tub. Tyler tried to get to his feet once he was there, but slipped and started sliding along the tub again, only for Howie to catch him with his foot once more.

After about three rotations of this, he manage to hold himself still while the giggling otter shampooed his fur at the far end of the tub. Tyler had to put forth all his effort not to be swept away into the fog-like mass of bubbles and trampled, his arms were aching from the effort of holding himself still. The air around him was getting humid as the bathroom fogged up from the hot water, the atmosphere above him looking very steamy. Howie himself was still clearly visible, the black of his fur sticking out against the pure white bathroom, and the otter seemed to be paying little attention to him.

The pseudo-solitude was short lived, as once the otter had finished cleaning himself, he spun back around, facing away from the stream of hot water, and eased himself down so that he was sitting in the tub. The huge hulking giant leaned forward, water dancing off of his head as the spray landed on him, and met Tyler's eyes. The gaze was intense, still cheerful and friendly, but Tyler knew what the man was capable of now, and he took no comfort from it.

“Ready to get things started?” He asked, planting his feet on either side of the tub and spreading his legs side to side. Tyler looked away to avoid gazing at what the otter was presenting to him. He was positioned in such a way that only his bare ass was touching the bottom of the tub now, his tail spread out behind him, but still long enough to reach Tyler if he really tried. The otter was leaning back, letting some water from the shower spray out in front of him.

Tyler saw the shadow a moment too late, the otter's foot nudging against his side and dislodging him from where he lay, to be swept up in the current. He looked up, watching and shouting as the water washed him right up between the otter's massive cheeks. He sputtered, grimacing as his body was wedged neatly into the parted crack of the giant's buttocks. He moaned, trying to push himself away, his arms and shoulder pressed up against a warm patch of fur-less flesh in the darkness. He forced himself away, hearing the sound of laughter above him, and crawled desperately to the side, only to be scooped up in the otter's powerful grip.

He panted loudly, eyes downcast as the otter hoisted him up, humming tunelessly to himself. Tyler wanted to hit him, wanted to attack, but one glance at Howie's sheer size was too daunting, and all the fight left him as suddenly as it arrived. The otter reached for the small container he had brought in with him, and held it aloft, as though waiting for Tyler to notice it.

Begrudgingly, he looked up. The bottle read “personal lubricant”. He felt his heart drop for what must have been the fifth time in as many minutes. It suddenly dawned on him, and it must have shown on his face, because Howie looked positively delighted at the realization.

“I never get to have any real fun.” He said, his head only inches away from Tyler. He looked up, despite himself, staring between the otter's teeth as he spoke, and found himself wondering if Grant and Maria got the better deal. “Humans are just so smooth, you know?” He flicked the cap of the lube open, “And three is the biggest haul I've ever gotten at once. I don't think this 'escape the room' gag will work wherever I go next, even now they're a little dated. Figured I should make this catch a special one, since it might be a while before I get any more tinies.”

The otter finished speaking, leaned forward, and planted a small kiss against the side of Tyler's face, his tongue barely brushing against his cheek. He looked up, and Howie's expression seemed to possess genuine warmth and affection. He considered pleading with the giant otter, but he already felt the cool lube being applied to his legs. He gasped, turning his head around to see the otter's free paw spreading the viscous substance along his lower half, and he felt tears welling in his eyes.

Tyler groaned and shrieked, as he suddenly felt himself being lowered, his naked body shifting down between the otter's bare furry legs. He was taking sharp and panicked breaths as he was hovered just in front of the giant's crack, his huge tail lashing excitedly behind him. Howie's fur was black, but the shadows before him were much darker, an intensity to them they intimidated him, and Tyler shut his eyes, knowing what was about to come.

The water continued to mist over him, the heat from the shower keeping the room muggy and smelling of soap and the otter's body. Despite the heat, he could still feel the subtle warmth when his toes were held just outside the otter's rear end, held just free of the crushing darkness that winded away, deep into the giant's body.

Like a needle being threaded, Tyler felt his toes and feet slip into an intense tightness, lubricated in such a way that there was little friction fighting back. He screamed, the heat from the otter's body already surpassing the water that he had been soaking in for the last few minutes. Howie breathed deep, high above him, sounding like he was in a blissful state, while Tyler was slowly pressed into a dank tight hell. The otter pressed on him hard, his paws shoving against Tyler's shoulders and back while his sphincter mercilessly swallowed his legs.

Tyler made the mistake of opening his eyes, sobbing out loud as he watched his own thighs gulped down into the stretched hole of the otter's anus. He tried to grab something, to push himself free, but the water that continued to pour down around them made it impossible for Tyler to maintain a grip of the giant's oily fur. Howie clenched around his lower half, the pressure pushing him out a little bit before easing up and allowing for another concentrated shove from his paws.

Helpless, Tyler just flailed and screamed, his own movements only really helping the motion and sealing his fate faster, but he couldn't stop himself from fighting for his life. The lube caked up around the otter's sphincter, the slimy substance coating his skin as fresh parts of his body were sucked into the crushing mass of flesh. The otter's rectum claimed his legs, his toes pressing into a corner of the narrow passage and being pushed around a bend as his waist was engulfed. Tyler felt the stiff ring of flesh cup around his own buttocks, his genitals cradled in the slimy and compact heat of the otter's body, and he whimpered, unable to free himself from the relentless sensation that was taking over his entire form inch by inch.

The process was slow, but inexorable. The darkness claimed his body, everything he had ever been, pulled into this final resting place. The narrow tube of meat parted for him, making just enough room to cradle him while still pressing him with exhausting weight. He tried to kick, to bend his knees, but any part of him that had been absorbed by the otter was forced along a tight path. His kicks were absorbed and the pressure returned, his knees were forced straight by a demanding grip, as slowly but surely, the process kept up. The sphincter's kiss was cupped around his chest now, his breathing strained as his stomach was squeezed tight by the intense pressure beyond the darkness.

Howie clenched against him, still giggling or humming or gasping with pleasure up above him, but Tyler had long since tuned him out. His whole world was now between the otter's cheeks, the perky giant playfully nudging his head with his free paw while the other heaved against his shoulder to allow the otter's buttocks another gulp, to spill more of his body into his rectum. Tyler sobbed, knowing there was no hope now. He just wanted it all to be over, but the otter seemed to be in no rush, taking his time to tug him just a little deeper with each and every delicate motion. Occasionally, the otter teased him by pulling his body back out, just enough to get his hopes up before shoving him in even more forcefully than before, pressing his whimpering form even deeper until only his head and arms remained free.

Tyler tested moving the rest of his body, twitching against the rubbery slick flesh as fold after fold wrapped around him, binding him firmly in place, wound into the otter's intestines. He gasped each and every breath, heart thudding hard in his chest as he knew it wouldn't be long until even that was denied him. Howie shifted, making Tyler dizzy as he watched the wall of the tub become the floor. The otter lifted his body up, now pointing his ass to the sky as he lay his front down against the floor of the tub. His thick tail acted as a barrier between Tyler and the water from the shower head, promptly removed the moment he thought of it as hot water cascaded around him, streaming along the otter's crack like a waterfall.

Tyler sputtered, trying to block the water from his face as he squirmed against the otter's sphincter. The tail thundered down upon him, slapping wetly against Howie's backside, and applied a quick pressure against Tyler's head before lifting back up. He did it again, the huge furry appendage thudding against him, accompanied by a clench of the giant's anus, this time, tugging him in just a little deeper. He moaned softly, barely more than a whisper, as Howie kept up this new fresh hell, shoving him deeper with his tail in short forceful bursts.

He felt his body nudged further along the otter's body, watching as he used his two free paws to spread his own cheeks, no longer needing to hold Tyler in place as the tail pressed hard against him. Each motion shrouded him in darkness, forcing more of his body into the permanent grip of the greedy rectum. Tyler felt his neck cradled by the sphincter, felt a tug drag against his naked and slick body, and knew the next press would be the last.

The tail hit him once more, and his head slipped in to be nestled against the firm puckered sphincter. He muffled a whimper, his face cupped by the tight flesh, as he craned his neck to allow himself to see the white bathroom beyond, framed by the bulbs of flesh the formed a circular frame around his vision, his arms reaching out to grasp at nothing. He stared, eyes wide as the tail curled around in the air, just in his field of view. The tip of the otter's tail pointed towards him, glistening with freshly applied lube, and slowly plugged the opening between Tyler's arms.

He felt the slick fur press against his head after the darkness became absolute, and his body was squeezed quickly into the depths of the otter's intestines. His arms and hands were quickly slurped up by the sphincter, pressing them tight to Howie's tail, and just like that, no part of him was free of the otter's body. The tail pressed him in, deeper and deeper, winding itself along the long narrow tube, flesh parting for the both of them, until the passage slowed, and stopped.

Frantically squirming in the darkness, Tyler grasped at the fur of the otter's tail, the lube making it slick, as it started to retract. He wailed, lurching his body to grab after it, the hot tight flesh cascading down around him as the huge appendage slid away. He felt the final handful of Howie's fur slip from between his fingers, before it was gone, the hot intestine walls rushing in to greet and cradle him in suspended darkness. It was over.

Howie's body gripped him from all sides, all he could see was black. His heart continued to race as he reached as far as he could along the path back to the otter's sphincter with his arms, but his frantic fingers could only feel the slick and slimy flesh wherever they ventured. Constant motion wracked him, between clenches and shifting in the folds, and Howie moving around out in the free air. He sobbed silently, his face equipped with a mask of tight meat, covering his eyes, nose, ears, everything...

The sound of the otter's innards was deafening, the slow steady thrumming of his internal workings was accompanied by the deep squelching as continued clenches sealed him in even deeper, not that it mattered any more. Tyler had no concept of how far into the otter he was, though he could still swear he heard water pattering away on the man's naked body, out beyond layer after layer of flesh, blood, and bone. The lack of air was claiming him, straining his lungs as he grasped helplessly for freedom, for the cool air, or the warm water, even the moments where Howie had him underfoot.

He reached, willing for any of it to return to him. But it would not. The pressure did not let up, the heat did not die down, and the his efforts to pull himself away from the damning abyss bore no fruit. His existence had completely become the constricting grip of the otter's intestines, and that was all his existence would be for the rest of his life.

His struggles fading, Tyler closed his eyes.