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"Gotcha!"

Neil exclaimed that word with triumph and relief as he slammed an open jar down onto the carpet in front of him. The deer had been chasing around a tiny intruder for the past 10 minutes or so, and he finally managed to get them into a spot where he could capture them! Keeping one hand firmly on the jar, the deer wrestled around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper, which he carefully slid underneath the lid opening before lifting the whole jar up - with his capture tapping at the walls inside - and bringing it into the kitchen.

Neil set the jar down on his kitchen table, crouching a little bit so that he could get a better look at the micro. What he had only seen as a small, light brown blur turned out to be some kind of micro otter, light brown with tan spots and red paw pads that continued to smush and press against the glass jar as Neil peered inside...the otter's name was Spott, and he had most certainly been caught in the act of attempting to raid a cabinet! He had managed to evade the giant deer for a few minutes, but now he was here, a large, scowling deer snout taking up his entire field of view! "Awh, come on dude. Let me go, I won't swipe anything..." Spott said as he banged on the walls of the jar, Neil unable to hear anything other than an incredibly high pitched squeaking from the sea otter; not only due to his size, but the confines as well. Not like he was interested in letting the micro go in the first place...

Neil chuckled and tapped on the jar once or twice, watching the tiny otter flail around inside like an animal in a zoo...before he realized something. Chasing the micro around had interrupted his breakfast time! And, now, he had a bit of a snack right in front of him. He started wondering exactly what the otter tasted like, how he would feel sliding down his throat...yeah. Spott was breakfast now.

Still trying his best to convince Neil to let him out, Spott watched as the deer slowly started to open his mouth...far wider than he needed to in order to talk. And was he moving it closer to the jar?...oh-oh no. Spott watched as Neil opened his jaws as far as they could possibly go, the otter getting an incredibly up close and personal look at every detail of his wet maw. The strands of drool dribbling down his tongue, the glinting of his flat teeth, the deep void of his throat way at the back -

And then, that tongue rushed forward, landing right against the glass jar with a wet *splt* that shook Spott's entire world! Neil started to sloooowly slurp his tongue up the side of the jar, making sure his mouth was still as wide it possibly could to give Spott the best view, even as the glass was left smeared with deer drool! Spott could feel the heat emanating from Neil's mouth even with the glass that was keeping him safe for the time being, the deer's warm breath fogging up his window to the outside world...at least for a few seconds, until Neil's constant teasing and the shaking of the jar caused the otter to fall flat on his ass!

Neil snickered a little bit as he saw Spott floundering around inside of the jar, the otter trying his best to get back to his feet even as the world continued to shake around him! "Mmm...well, that jar didn't end up tasting very good. I think that you'll taste *a lot* better though~" Neil teased, opening his mouth up again and giving the otter a good view of where he would be going before the deer picked up the jar! He quickly flipped the jar right-side-up, tumbling Spott around even more before he tipped the jar towards his mouth and opened wide. "AAAAaaahhhh..." Neil groaned, really exaggerating the sound as Spott tried his best to clamber away from the void that he was quickly falling into! The glass made a loud *skRRRrrrt* noise as Spott desperately tried to fight the inevitability of gravity; the otter was actually managing to at least delay his consumption a little bit, a fact which Neil was slightly annoyed by...

So Neil tilted the jar down even more, sticking his tongue in through the opening and trying his best to slurp up the otter directly! The deer shook the jar like Spott was the last chip in a Pringles can, getting tantalizing little licks and tastes every now and again and slobbering all over the inside of the jar...which only made things more slick on the inside for Spott! The otter tried his best, but the deer's breath was quickly turning this jar into a sauna, and his energy was being sapped moment-by-moment...until he felt the wet, slimy embrace of Neil's tongue manage to slip right underneath his tail and back. A drawn out "mmm..." from Neil shook the jar Spott was in as the deer got his first real sample of Spott's taste, and he was certainly interested in what he had gotten so far! That tongue continued to slip underneath Spott's body, the otter being reeled in by that tongue as it got a good grasp of him. The otter continued to struggle and tried to hold on to his surroundings, but it seemed like he was due for a one-way trip into Neil's stomach.

That fleshy void continued to swallow up more and more of Spott's field of view until his entire body was laying down on Neil's tongue, the deer's flat teeth hovering right above his head! A bit of warm saliva dribbled down onto the otter's face, his entire back matted with the thick, gooey stuff as the tongue continued to pull him inside. Those teeth clamped shut behind him a few moments later, officially trapping Spott inside the deer's humid maw. And as soon as Neil knew the otter couldn't escape, he started to really savor his little snack! As soon as those jaws closed, Spott was squished against the tongue that had drawn him in there, the thick organ smushing him to and fro inside of Neil's mouth as the deer suckled on his tiny body. Spott was completely smothered in slimy, hungry flesh on all sides, the tongue directing him every which way and mushing him into the deer's cheeks, towards the back of his throat, absolutely everywhere inside of his mouth!

And all that movement disoriented Spott so much, that he didn't even know where he was as things finally started to calm down. A tiny sliver of light slowly opened up ahead of him, and the otter realized that not only was Neil opening his mouth up again, he had somehow ended up laying on his belly with his head facing the entrance of the deer mouth...perhaps there was hope after all! The otter reached out towards the light with one of his drool-soaked arms, managing to even grab onto one of Neil's teeth and start to pull himself forward. He had a little bit of leverage, now he just needed to use it...

Until those jaws clamped back down. Neil knew what he was doing, and he knew that the otter had no chance of escape. He was just playing with his food at this point, and now he had a little arm hanging out of his mouth to play with. After a few moments of slimy tongue licks on the exposed appendage, Spott felt the immense pressure on his arm suddenly lift, along with a loud whooshing of air surrounding him as Neil casually slurped the arm back inside like a dangling spaghetti noodle! All that work, and Spott was still exactly where he started, with even less energy to mount an escape as Neil's mouth continued to push him around. Neil was clearly enjoying the flavor of his little snack, and playing around with him too...but there was a reason he had put him there in the first place. It was time to eat!

The motions of Neil's tongue and teeth gradually started to push Spott to the back of Neil's mouth, the otter not really realizing what was going on at first until he nearly felt his entire leg suddenly slip down into a dark void! Spott nearly lost all of his balance from the sudden shift, before barely managing to pull himself back up...unfortunately, that didn't last long with the tongue he was laying on moving under him, the flesh suddenly coming back to life and raising up underneath the otter, directing him right towards that gullet! Spott quickly realized what was happening, clambering around and trying his best to grab onto anything that would help him avoid getting swallowed down for good. His hand brushed past Neil's uvula a few times, the otter desperately trying to grab onto it as he continued to slide downwards. It was just too dark though, he was really having trouble finding it-

*glrRK!*

Neil let out a short "aaah..." as he swallowed Spott down in one quick gulp, the deer feeling his tiny snack squirming every which way all the way down his gullet until he eventually disappeared behind the deer's collarbone. Neil's tongue slipped out of his mouth for a moment, licking his lips one last time before he started to make his way out of the kitchen and back into his living room. "Well, now that's taken care of..." he remarked to no one in particular, patting his belly as he felt it fill up just the slightest with its new occupant...

And, whilst Neil went about the rest of his day with barely a thought about what he had for breakfast, Spott was having a much...different experience. Neil's slimy throat walls squeezed and clenched all around him, leaving the otter with absolutely no room to move about even at his much smaller size, constantly pushing the otter down, down Neil's esophagus without even one hint of mercy. Spott was just food now at this point, and it didn't matter what food felt like...! After a good 30 seconds of constant pressure and movement all around Spott, he finally felt his feet being pushed through an opening, dangling from the top of Neil's stomach as the throat quickly shoved the rest of him out into the cervine's belly.

Neil's stomach was a lot roomier than his throat was, but that certainly didn't mean that it was a comfortable or enjoyable environment for Spott to be inside of! The entire world around the otter was constantly moving and rippling, the walls clenching inward on the tiny otter and making him feel incredibly claustrophobic despite the size difference between him and Neil's gut. Plus, the chamber was filled with acidic and slightly sweet smelling fluids, which only made the available space inside of here even smaller and wetter. The constant movement of the walls meant it was basically impossible for Spott to avoid them getting rubbed into his skin and fur. And as time went on and Neil's stomach got more familiar with the otter, it started to clench even further inward, taking up even more of the space and forcing Spott into quite an uncomfortable position...

*Uuurrrpphhh...* Neil belched under his breath as he lazily watched some TV. He had completely forgotten about Spott until he tasted a slight bit of fishiness on his breath with that burp, smiling as he thought about how the otter must be doing in his gut right now. "Heh...how are the accommodations in there, you lil' shit?" Neil tauntingly asked as he patted at his gut, the sudden pressure along with the belch tightening and mixing things up even further inside of Neil's messy stomach. Those words rumbled and echoed around Spott, the otter really unable to discern anything intelligible from them amongst the groans and gurgles of the gut around him...guh. Everything was just getting tighter and tighter around the otter, the slimy, hungry flesh encroaching on every inch of space that was available to him, steadily churning the otter up into nutrients...

And Neil was still hungry. Spott was just breakfast, after all, and a pretty small one at that! A few hours had passed at this point, and Neil was starting to feel the gnaw of hunger once more in his gut, even as it continued to work over the otter inside. The deer slowly picked his fat ass up off of the couch, walking on over into the kitchen and lazily preparing a sandwich. The sudden burst of movement mixed up Spott a bit inside of Neil, but the otter had absolutely no idea what was in store for him in a few minutes!

After finishing the preparations, Neil sat down at the kitchen table and began his lunch, devouring the sandwich he had made in only a few bites and chasing it with a few heavy gulps of soda...a refreshing lunch, to be sure! Spott was in the middle of pressing out against the stomach walls to try and make Neil throw up when a big glob of chewed-up sandwich plopped right down onto his face, throwing the otter for a loop and knocking him against the stomach walls; not from the impact or volume or anything like that, but just the otter's balance not being ready for something else to join him in Neil's belly! The heavy odor of bread and lunch meat started to fill the air inside Neil's gut as more globs of sandwich started to join Spott, a shower of soda completing the lunch and raising the water level inside of the chamber, as well as turning everything that Neil had just eaten into even more of a soupy mess...! At least it was cold, for a moment or two...but that moment of comfort only made Spott realize just how sweltering it was inside of the deer's belly. He was probably profusely sweating at this point, the salty fluid just intermingling with Neil's stomach acids and adding to the wetness of the chamber...

The stomach really started to get active now that it had more substance to work with, Spott being tossed around inside of the soupy mixture as it gradually degraded and melted around him...! At some point off in the distance, a belch rumbled out of Neil's mouth before the stomach tightened even more, leaving Spott with barely any room to move whatsoever...it felt much more like a throat in terms of tightness at this point, but there were plenty of enzymes and fluids making sure that Spott still knew he was in a stomach. The otter's fur was really starting to tingle now, some parts even going a little bit numb...perhaps it was sensory overload from all the constant massaging and pressing of the walls against him, or maybe it was actually the process of digestion! Either way, it wasn't exactly enjoyable for Spott, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that he couldn't really do anything about it.

The pressure continued to mount inside as the day went on, only temporarily relieved whatever Neil let out a belch...though that usually came after a wave of soda splashed down on the otter! Neil was a hungry deer, after all, and his food and drink intake weren't limited to just three square meals...in a way, the otter drowning in chewed up food goop and sweet, bubbly soda actually staved a melty fate off due to all the extra material the stomach had to work with...but, was prolonging the inevitable really that much of a bonus at the end of the day? It just meant there would be more time for him to baste around in the thick stomach slop, more time to slowly feel his body starting to melt and tingle and go numb...it was quite the strange feeling. Not explicitly painful, but definitely strange and uncomfortable. It felt like the otter was bathing in the world's strangest sauna, one that constantly moved around him and seemed to be absorbing him into itself with every second that passed! It didn't help that the stomach was getting sloppier, mashed up food gunk and sugar syrup sticking to Spott's fur and making movement in the thick soup even more difficult and clunky. He had to keep moving though, he had to try and escape! He wasn't food...he wasn't food...

At this point, several hours had passed and Neil had all but forgotten the tiny otter he had for breakfast. Lunch and dinner were a lot more delicious and satisfying, and any wiggles that his live meal would have been able to make were almost impossible for him to feel...even before his ravenous stomach had managed to sap most of Spott's energy. The stomach had completely mixed the tiny otter up into the rest of the food Neil had gobbled up, not even making a distinction between the two...Spott was really having trouble even telling where he was now. The constant background hum of stomach noises and Neil's heartbeat was like radio static, making it difficult for Spott to focus on anything or indeed even to accept sensory input in the first place! The otter was basically just a floating consciousness now, completely at the whim of Neil's undulating stomach walls as they pushed and shoved the food sludge he was immersed in around.

Eventually, Spott's body just gave up. Accepted his role as food, completely unable to move except in the ways that his stomach wanted him to move. His entire form was just coated in slime and stomach juices and slop...what parts hadn't been churned up into that thick soup in the first place, that was! Neil had headed off to bed by now, the deer starting to pass out as he listened to the gentle gurglings of his belly while it processed everything he had shoved down his throat throughout the day. Spott would eventually be completely melted down, pumped deeper into Neil's intestines and absorbed just like any other meal the deer had...it was just the risk you had to take when you invaded the home of a hungry predator like Neil! And it was a lesson that there was no morsel too small for the deer to tease and enjoy, even if he just ended up forgetting about them in a few hours' time...