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The shopping mall is even quieter at night than during the day, but I don't mind it. People think it's weird to live there, but some of us need to live in particular conditions that make it actually kind of decent.

You might be a bit fragile to the elements, so need access to a variety of people and resources without going outdoors. You might be somewhat on the sticky or absorbent side, and so prefer a place where you won't encounter a lot of stray dirt. You might frankly be delicious, and prefer to be in a place without too many stray kids or animals.

Or you might be all of the above, like me. By my ancestry and in vague outline you'd recognize me as a bear, but I have the dubious fortune of being gelatinous from head to toe. People inevitably label me as 'lime', even those that wouldn't venture to taste me, but I prefer to think of my color a bright emerald green.

(Emeralds may just be on my mind because I happen to stay in an upscale jeweler's. The owner is very kind to me; she lets me sleep on display in a large crystal bowl illuminated with soft lights that make me shine like I were a gem myself.)

Anyway. The mall was usually quiet at night. But today as closing time came I heard a noise like someone shouting--I went out to investigate, and found the sound was coming from the area of the food court.

From the balcony overlooking I could see a couple of canine security guards harassing a large badger surrounded by trays of food.

By large, I mean he was wider than the two of them put together.

"Closing time, big guy," one was saying. "Pack up and get moving."

"No!" he yelped again, his mouth full of burrito. "At least let me finish. I paid for this. Can't carry all of it."

"Not our problem."

"Actually it is our problem," the other guard said. "We don't get to go anywhere till you clear out. C'mon."

It didn't seem right for them to bother the big fellah--all he was doing was eating. "Hey guys," I said, calling down to them. "Let him be. I'll watch him."

"Limey! Aren't you a bit soft to do our job?"

I grumbled at the name as I went down the stairs to the badger's table. "Well, it's not really guarding him if he's my guest. I don't think he'll be threatening more than his dinner, isn't that right?"

The badger's head was down, studiously working through a box of fried rice, and he didn't respond.

"See? All good. Go take your break."

The guards shrugged and moved on, and I pulled out the table's opposite seat to sit facing him.

He was a wonder to watch. I've always been a little fascinated at how fleshy creatures eat. I mean, my own body just sort of generally absorbs some things after a while; the process could hardly be more transparent.

But you all have to, like, put stuff inside your heads, grind it down to a mush or something, then move it down to the parts of your body that can do the absorbing. And only some of you get big and jiggly like me from it. And then I hear that even then you can't absorb all of it, so--

"What're you staring at?" The badger glowered at me from under thick eyebrows.

"Sorry, friend," I said. "I don't usually get to see people eating up close. It's amazing. I was wondering about what people like you do with the food you don't absorb! After you've eaten it. Like, everyone seems to keep the process hidden for some reason."

The eyebrows narrowed. "You serious, gummi bear?"

I nodded. "Yeah! I can't help but be curious about our differences. Er, and also, I'm not gummi, I'm jello--much softer."

An eyebrow raised. "Really. How on earth do you keep together?"

"I do have to be careful, but I can recover from--hey!"

The badger had reached out and grabbed a pawful of my right hand, pulling away my thumb and a couple of fingers. It didn't hurt, but it was still alarming as he squished my substance in his paw and brought it up to his muzzle to sniff. "You're actually made of food, eh?"

He put the piece of my hand in his mouth, chewed it up, swallowed it down.

The mix of fear and excitement had me shaking in my chair.

"Made of food...quite tasty...and curious about the digestive process... You want me to eat you, don't you?"

Waves rippled through me as my trembling became more obvious. It's not too late to get away. He's got a lot of mass--I could probably outrun him. I could call the guards back. I could--

"Yes," I said, quietly, as though I didn't want my fears to hear I was giving in. "I...I want you to finish that big meal and have me for dessert. I want...I want you to digest me in the way that fleshy creatures do and I want to know what happens next. I want to see it for myself."

The badger's eyebrows rose again. "As you wish, buddy. You have until I finish this pizza to change your mind."

He was already halfway through it.

Bite by bite went in, imperceptibly filling that massive belly of his. Imagining myself following that same route, I felt a desire that I could only describe as arousal, even though strictly speaking I didn't have the anatomy for that. Still--I kept replaying that first mouthful in my mind, sensing the intimacy of taking a part of me into himself, of making a part of me into himself...

The badger had the last slice of pizza in his paw and was looking at me from under those eyebrows with an emotion I could only describe as appetite.

I wasn't going to run away.

I sat and I watched the last of the pizza disappear, the badger sitting triumphant amid stacks of fast-food containers.

"Got a private place you wanna to take this to, or you wanna be eaten here at the table?"

I thought about it. It really ought to be here and now--to be just another course in the big meal he'd been eating. But it was a public place, and the next shift of security guards should be making their rounds any minute now...

"We should find someplace private. Uhm...the restrooms ought to be safe and empty by now. There's one right there. I usually try to stay away from them because they're often filthy but...I guess that's not something I really have to worry about now..."

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I followed the badger into the biggest stall at the far end of the men's room, the only space that was large enough for either of us to fit into; with the both of us, it was still something of a squeeze.

The badger took his shirt off, exposing his broad back as he pulled the massive expanse of fabric over his head and hung it on a hook on the door. He turned to face me, lifting his hanging belly to undo his pants, and let them drop to the floor as he took a seat on the toilet.

He was so big--so soft, yet so much firmer than me--and the spread of his belly left him with no lap to speak of. He reached his left paw under his gut--apparently stroking himself, though I couldn't see it.

"Have you ever...eaten anyone before?"

The eyebrows did not move. His paw stopped as well. "Once."

"Wh--"

The badger interrupted, beckoning with his free paw. "Shut up, dessert. Come here. No, closer."

I leaned in, my face an inch from his, and he leaned forward to press his muzzle against mine. His lips parted. His tongue extended. And with the force of his mouth he sucked a mouthful of me into him.

I shuddered--my whole body shook.

His arm reached around me, carefully pulling me against him till I was pressed against his soft but unyielding belly, and continued to feed from me.

There was a light-headedness that came on as more and more of my sweet substance was pulled in through the badger's teeth, slid across his tongue, and was swallowed down a constricting tube down to somewhere in his massive expanse of belly, where I felt the sting of acid.

So this is what it's like to be drunk, a part of me thought. And then another part: I'm never going to be the same again...

The badger only sat and jerked himself off under that ever-growing gut of his as he drew me into him. He ate surprisingly quickly--I didn't even realize there was no longer enough left of me to touch the floor till he was leaning back and supporting me against him with his free paw, like I'd seen mothers do with their young.

I'll be his food baby, I thought. And be born all over again as something new...

I was briefly disoriented as I could feel the moment when there was more of me inside him than out, and my perspective shifted to the darkness inside.

And even from inside, I could tell there was more of him. As my body digested, I was being pulled down into yet another tube that squeezed me through it.

There was a deep sensuality in being massaged all along the dark innards of the badger, the contraction of his muscles working me into the new substance his body had in mind for me.

I was fully inside him now, aware of every movement of his bulk as he leaned back. He panted hard as he lifted up the overfull bulk of his belly to keep jerking himself off. With a deep grunt, he bore down, intestines tightening up around me as he started to push me through another tight ring into a much more open space, where I landed in cold water with a long, drawn-out series of splashes.

In my new position, I couldn't move. I'd lost all sense of the taste of myself, replaced only by a powerful sense of the scent of a stink that I wasn't at all sure I'd liked. I felt smaller, like I'd lost a lot of my size--and I must have, to fit into the relatively small toilet bowl the badger had been sitting on. I wondered how big the badger had grown off me--if that massive gut was hanging heavier with the weight of converted gelatin--if I'd made him jiggle just a bit softer...

The sound of his paw stroking his cock bounced around the inside of the toilet bowl, and his huffing breaths escalated in speed as he got closer to his climax.

"Fuck, you tasted good, gummi bear..."

From the way the badger was leaning back on his seat, I knew I wouldn't get any of his cum, but I could hear it splattering across the floor as he shot a heavy, pent-up load.

He stayed there, panting hard, for a good several minutes as his out-of-shape body recovered its breath before starting to clean himself up. I was covered in soiled toilet paper by the time he stood up, pulling up his pants and looking down at me. "I hope you got something good out of that, buddy. Me...I feel like I could go for big meals like you more often."

He lifted his foot and pulled the toilet's lever, and a rush of water flushed me away.