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Ryan jauntily walked up the pathway to the townhouse's front door and knocked. The chubby (or, as he liked to put it, "fluffy") badger whistled to himself and bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited on the doorstep, full of excited, anticipatory energy. But a minute passed without him hearing anything discernable in the house--just birds chirping and a plane passing overhead.

For a wild moment, Ryan wondered if he had the right address--he was sure he put it into the rideshare app correctly. The badger glanced at the townhouse number, then he looked down at his phone to double-check his messages on CatchMe.

He stopped whistling as he navigated to RogueChaser98's profile, which showed a lean, toned, shirtless red fox flexing his biceps for the camera and winking cheekily. Ryan's heart fluttered and his cock twitched in his pants--he'd been sporting a semi the entire ride over, and he'd been more preoccupied in the backseat with perving over RogueChaser98's private photos than making small talk with his rideshare driver. By the time Ryan had been dropped off, his thick club of an erection was straining against his briefs and making a significant bulge in the crotch of his cargo shorts--but the badger didn't care. He'd been looking forward to this hookup since the fox had first suggested it a few days ago.

Just as he pulled up his chat history and began scrolling to the latest message, footsteps trotted audibly down the stairs and padded up behind the door. With an excited swoop in his chest, Ryan looked up as the door opened and revealed Omar, the same fox from the photos he'd been ogling. He was wearing a gray tank top and gym shorts, and a wide grin on his face.

"Hey, there you are! Had to finish something upstairs, sorry," Omar said hastily. "Come on in!"

"No worries! Glad we could make this happen," Ryan said, his eyes roving appreciatively over the fox as he stepped inside.

"You and me both...hello handsome," Omar murmured as he closed the door and surveyed Ryan.

The badger grinned as the fox practically undressed him with his eyes, from the tip of his striped nose to his broad chest and belly (currently concealed under a tight t-shirt and hanging over his waistband) and down to his thick legs; Omar looked practically starstruck, and Ryan felt heat rise in his cheeks from the obvious adoration. It wasn't often he encountered people who were attracted to his more full figure--he was pleasantly plump than obese, and it was clear he enjoyed indulging in good food. But one of the things about Omar's profile that caught Ryan's attention was the fact that the fox described himself as a chubby chaser. And when Ryan reached out, the exclamation points and winking and sweating emojis he received from Omar let him know that he'd struck gold.

"Just look at you...yeah, definitely the right amount of stuffing," Omar chuckled.

"Aw shucks," Ryan said bashfully, smiling. He spread his arms invitingly. "Want to get in here?"

Omar nodded and immediately closed the gap between them, snugging up to Ryan's stomach and meeting him in a tight embrace. The fox was about five inches shorter than the badger, and his face fit into the hollow of Ryan's solid chest perfectly as Omar hugged him like a giant pillow. Ryan could feel an excited shiver run through Omar's frame as the fox breathed in his scent, and he wrapped his meaty arms around the comparatively lithe fox.

"Mm...so comfy," Omar moaned softly, squeezing Ryan's torso in his hug.

"Yes, you are," the badger returned teasingly, clenching on Omar's shoulders.

Omar grinned happily up at Ryan, then pushed himself up on his toes while Ryan craned his neck downward. Their muzzles first met in a tentative smooch, then their lips locked in a full kiss. They stood like that for a while in the living room, simply pressing their bodies together and making out, with Ryan huffing heavily in Omar's mouth and Omar lightly puffing back while the badger's tongue explored his muzzle. Their noses rubbed against each other as they tilted their heads from side to side, hungrily lapping at lips and teeth and tongues and wanting to get a better angle for more. Ryan moaned when Omar lightly bit on his bottom lip and pulled before letting go again; Omar shivered when Ryan broke the kiss and lapped at his face and neck before shoving his nose and tongue in the fox's ear, huffing and snuffling as he nibbled the sensitive spot; and the two of them shamelessly groped each other, running hands over shoulders and arms, digging fingers under shirts and around waistlines. Omar yipped eagerly when Ryan's large mits wormed under his gym shorts and cupped his taut ass cheeks, kneading the firm mounds and pulling them apart before letting them go again, and Ryan moaned heatedly when the fox's smaller hands tucked into his waistband and teasingly fondled his cock and balls in his briefs.

Soon Ryan was tugging Omar's shirt over his head while assailing him with a barrage of kisses, and Omar returned the favor in kind, exposing the white-furred belly framed by black on Ryan's doughy obliques. The two of them renewed their embrace, with Omar raking his fingers through Ryan's fur on his wide back before patting and holding the pudge of his belly, and Ryan kneading the muscles in Omar's shoulders and waist.

Neither of them paid any attention to how much time had passed, but eventually Omar broke the kiss long enough to ask, "Wanna take this upstairs?"

Ryan grinned and patted the smaller fox on the back. "Lead the way."

Omar smirked and took Ryan by the hand as he guided his guest to the stairs--as they ascended, his tail swished back and forth like a fluffy, red-orange and white lure for Ryan to follow. Unable to help himself, the larger badger reached up and grabbed Omar's ass, eliciting another yip from his host.

"Like what you see back there?" Omar giggled.

"Very much."

"I thought you might."

When they got to the second floor landing, Omar led Ryan across the hall and into his bedroom, where the badger saw numerous movie and band posters lining the wall, a king-sized bed, a desk, a doorway leading to an ensuite bathroom, and a bookshelf that contained a few rows of novels and biographies, personal ornaments and mementos, and--

"Is that a slug?" Ryan asked, his eyes settling on the terrarium on Omar's bookshelf. The enclosure contained a few plants and branches, with a mixture of soil and mulch lining the bottom of the tank; in the habitat, sliding along the side of the glass and leaving a thick mucous trail, was a thick, 10-inch long, dark green and brown patterned slug.

"Oh yeah...that's Nix," Omar muttered as he came to stand behind Ryan and wrapped his arms around the badger, resting his hands on Ryan's large belly and rising up on his tiptoes to kiss the side of his neck. Ryan relaxed and leaned into Omar's ministrations as the fox continued in between smooches and slurps, "Had him for a while...he's a big boy, loves to eat."

"Kind of like me," Ryan chuckled, his eyes slowly closing blissfully.

"Heh...yeah, I guess so," Omar crooned before he gently bit down on Ryan's neck. The badger moaned softly while Omar's teeth ground back and forth against each other, worrying the flesh between them. "Mmm...tasty guy," the fox grunted playfully.

"Oooh...I aim to please," Ryan huffed.

Omar snickered and released his hold on the badger's throat. "I'll bet you do. Now, how about you get on that bed--let me grab a condom."

"You got it." Ryan turned to face the bed while Omar stayed behind him and moved over to his desk. The badger unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo shorts before shucking them off and letting them drop to the floor, leaving him in just his blue briefs. As he heard a desk drawer open, Ryan began, "How do you want--"

But before he could finish the question, he wheezed as it felt like the wind was being pushed out of his lungs, and his body felt like it was being squeezed from all sides. To Ryan, it looked like the world had been covered in a neon pink filter, and everything was growing to gargantuan proportions around him. Or...was he getting smaller? His underwear was rapidly loosening around his waist and it fell to the floor, growing to the size of a circus tent in comparison to Ryan.

The chubby, naked badger shrank down further and further until finally the pressure on his body eased up and the world returned to its normal colors--except now the bed Ryan was facing looked like the most massive structure he'd ever seen, and his underwear was like a sea of fabric around him; it was clear that he was now three inches tall. Stunned, Ryan turned on the spot to see Omar standing over him like a giant; the fox held a gun-like object pointed down at him, and the pink glow in the barrel was fading to black.

"Gotta love the shrink ray," the colossal fox smirked proudly.

The badger's jaw had dropped, but when he realized he was completely intact--just tiny--he began to chuckle. "Oh...nice! I didn't realize you were into some macro and micro fun!"

"Oh, I'm not," Omar said deviously.

Ryan's miniscule eyebrows rose. "What?"

WHAM--before Ryan could say or do anything else, Omar raised a foot and smacked it down heavily on top of him, knocking him on his back and trapping him under the fox's toes. Ryan gasped for air, trying to block out both the pungent aroma of Omar's sweaty soles on top of him and the smell of his own balls that had impregnated his enormous briefs under him, but the combined, heavy, musky scents flooded his nostrils and overwhelmed him.

"Hey, come on, let me up!" he yelled, squirming with all his might--but the weight on top of him wasn't going anywhere.

"You stay right there for a second." Omar's foot twisted on top of him, grinding Ryan into the floor as he shifted his weight and replaced the shrink ray on his desk. The badger groaned as the mass pushed down on him like a hydraulic press, then the pressure lessened again once Omar began to raise his foot. Although this time, the toes on top of Ryan clenched around him, holding him in place as Omar lifted his foot and rotated his ankle to the point where his sole was flipped over and exposed to the air, as if the fox were getting ready to pick something out from between his toes--in this case, Ryan.

Large fingers pinched on Ryan's shoulder and plucked him out of Omar's toe grip, and the fox dangled the coughing badger right in front of his snout.

"Yeah, just the right amount of stuffing," Omar repeated from earlier, his warm breath rolling over Ryan like a dense cloud.

Ryan's pulse skyrocketed at the sight of Omar's enormous fangs as he spoke, and he shivered. "No-no-no-no, please don't eat me! I thought we were--"

"Oh, I'm not going to eat you," Omar said over his tiny catch. He chuckled and went on, "Well, I should say I'm not going to be the one who eats you."

Dumbstruck and terrified, Ryan could only watch as Omar turned and stepped toward his bookshelf, where the fox used his free hand to open the terrarium. To his horror, Ryan saw Nix the slug turn his head up towards the opening--that was enough to shake Ryan out of his stupor and both cling to and struggle against Omar's fingers.

"What the fuck?! No, don't do this--why are you...come on, man, don't fucking feed me to your--come on, let me go! Let me go! I won't tell anyone, just don't do this, please!" Ryan pleaded, but it was no use. As easily as a construction crane lifting lumber, the fox positioned Ryan to hang over the open tank, and the badger could feel his stomach drop at the vast distance below him.

"Feeding time, Nix!" Omar called just as he let go of Ryan.

"Noooo--oof!" Ryan's howl of despair as he plummeted downward was cut off as he landed hard on his bottom in a thick, soft pile of soil and mulch.

The air in the terrarium was humid and heavy, almost like a steam room, and with the foliage surrounding Ryan, he could very well have been dropped into a tropical jungle. He scrambled to his feet and brushed himself off, anxiously surveying his surroundings--he remembered that Nix was currently on the far end of the terrarium...if he could just get to Omar and talk some sense into him...

Ryan huffed as he sprinted for the other side of the tank--he crashed through the leaves and reeds until he pressed himself against the glass, his belly, cock and balls flattening against the transparent wall, and he banged hard against the side of the enclosure to get Omar's attention. "Come on, please! You've gotta let me out of here! People will miss me, they'll come looking for me!"

Omar simply whistled to himself as he opened his desk drawer again, and Ryan watched the fox pull out a collapsible tripod, which he slotted his phone into.

"You don't have to do this! You can just let me go and I'll never tell anyone, I swear!"

The fox unfolded the tripod and set it up so his phone's camera was pointing at the terrarium, with Ryan in plain sight.

"I'm not food, I'm a person, man! Come on!"

Omar chuckled. "See, that's where you're wrong--you ARE just slug food. Cute slug food, but slug food all the same. And besides, this way you're going to be famous! People are going to love seeing Nix eat you; he's got 50,000 followers, you're probably going to get at least another 10,000 if you put on a good show."

"What?" Ryan yelped through the glass--he was so focused on Omar that he couldn't hear the almost imperceptible rustling of the vegetation behind him.

"Yeah, I didn't tell you?" the fox asked sarcastically as he positioned his chair in front of the bookshelf and sat down. "Nix's Midnight Snacks--that's his channel, folks lose their shit and really get off on watching him eat little morsels. Especially a juicy one packed with flavor like you."

Ryan's jaw dropped--he was so angry he didn't pay any attention to the approaching, silent mass that crept up behind him. All he could do was watch Omar tap his phone to start recording, and then the fox sat back in his chair and stuck his hand down his gym shorts, clearly rubbing his cock as he took in the view.

"You...you're sick!" Ryan hissed indignantly. "You fucking evil piece of...that's--"

"That's show business, baby," Omar grinned. "Speaking of show business..."

Omar nodded meaningfully, and Ryan spun around on the spot just in time to see Nix reared up and towering over him like a snake ready to strike.

Ryan took a step in an effort to dash away, but Nix was like a torpedo--he threw himself down on Ryan, his blunt, broad head and eyestalks crashing into the chubby badger and coating him in slippery, viscous slime as he was sent sprawling into the dirt. Spluttering and clearing slime out of his eyes, Ryan saw the enormous slug creep towards him, Nix's body-long foot undulating as the mollusk cut a path through the soil and mulch.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Ryan yelped--he tried pushing himself to his feet, but no matter how much he dug his toes into dirt for traction, the slime he'd been coated in made him slip and fall back to the ground; the gooey mucous in his fur seemed to thicken and congeal, making it harder to move at all. After the second time he landed on his face, the badger tried crawling, frantically digging his hands and feet into the soil, but it was slow going. "Come on, come on..." he whimpered, his large belly dragging along the ground.

"Come on, come on!" Omar called from outside of the terrarium; it was as if he was at a game, rooting for his team.

And Nix was just fast enough to catch up--the giant slug pushed forward and flopped over both of Ryan's feet at once, trapping them.

"No!" Ryan felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest as the slug worked both of his gunked-up, slime covered feet into its mouth.

The badger's hands clawed desperately at the ground, but it was useless; with an almighty pull, he lurched backwards as Nix reeled him in until he felt the slug's mouth clamped tightly around his shins.

"No-no-no, stop, stop!" Ryan wailed, wriggling and squirming for all he was worth as he scrabbled for some purchase.

Another pull, and he slid backwards again, his feet dragged down past the slimy confines of Nix's throat while Ryan felt his knees plop into the slug's mouth.

"Please don't do this! I'm begging you, get me out of here!" Ryan implored Omar, inadvertently directing his pleas toward the camera pointed right at him.

The fox merely snickered and began to stroke faster, obviously enjoying the show as his hard cock formed a tall tent in his shorts.

Another pull, and Ryan was dragged in halfway up his thighs. He tried kicking his legs inside the slug, but it was like being pulled into a tight, unyielding sleeping bag; he couldn't do anything more than feebly nudge the slug's slick insides.

"Uurgghuh!" Ryan groaned, trying to pull himself away to safety, but Nix was too strong for the chubby badger, and he slumped from exerting himself. Panting, he glared at Omar, concentrating all of his rage on the fox who sat behind the phone recording him. "You fucker! I'll kill you! I'll--ah!"

Another pull, and Ryan grunted, both from exhaustion and from the not-unpleasant sensation of his balls and cock slipping into Nix's mouth as he was pulled in up to his waist. His belly spilled over the rim of the slug's rippled, mucous-covered orifice, forming a muffin top, while his dick pressed hard against the slimy, ridged texture of Nix's interior. With the way Ryan was squirming and squelching in the slug's mouth, he couldn't help but stimulate himself; his erection, which had been flagging since Omar had shrunk him down, began to stiffen and throb again.

"Don't--I can't--please, I--ah!" Ryan grunted again. This time, Nix sucked hard, and his mouth rose up and engulfed Ryan's belly like a thick dumpling. The badger could feel the tight squeeze around his chest, and he wheezed from the pressure exerted on his lungs. "Don't...don't do this to me! I don't want to--ungh!"

Omar, still pumping his cock in his shorts, watched gleefully as the slug pulled inward; Nix's mouth enveloped Ryan's head and closed down over his muzzle, muffling the badger while his black-furred arms stuck out. Ryan flailed and swung out from Nix's mouth, trying to prevent the mollusk from drawing him in even further. But Nix powerfully sucked in again, slurping the swinging arms like a pair of noodles until only the tips of Ryan's white-furred fingers were visible, clutching onto the sides of Nix's mouth in one last frantic bid to avoid being consumed...

Nix worked his flexible, ridged mouth over the digits, and the chubby badger disappeared.

Inside the slug, Ryan was hyperventilating and grunting as he tried to squirm his way out, but the mollusk's peristaltic motion drew him further in, feet-first into the tighter, warmer, slimier confines of the slug. The best the poor badger could do was work his own arousal closer to the edge--his frantic writhing resembled humping against Nix's insides, and Ryan groaned as he felt Nix start to undulate, the additional vibrations only stimulating him even more. It didn't take long for the pressure in Ryan's loins to rise beyond the point of control, and he moaned loudly as he climaxed, his cock spasming and his cum mixing with the slime and mucus that covered him from head to toe.

As Ryan started to come down from his orgasm, his breaths grew slower and shallower--he guessed that he was losing air now that he was completely enclosed inside Nix. Exhaustion and fatigue set in, and darkness began to fill the badger's mind. Before he passed out, Ryan's last conscious thoughts slowly swirled around where he went wrong...today had started off so well...why did this have to happen to him...he didn't want to disappear from the world like this...to be nothing more than slug food...and watched by thousands of people as he was eaten before he vanished...without a trace...

From outside the terrarium, Omar could see the visible bulge of the chubby little badger wriggling away in Nix's body. As the slug sedately crawled towards one of the branches in the terrarium, Omar kept his eyes on the twitching bulge while his own hand glided up and down his shaft in his gym shorts.

"Yeah, that's it, keep going," Omar muttered, stroking faster and faster as he watched the squirms and convulsions inside Nix speed up. Just like so many others before him, the badger lasted for about a minute before his wriggling reached a fever pitch.

"Yeah, almost..."

The squirming hit its peak, with a few visible thrusts against Nix's sides, before it slowed while Omar continued pumping his cock; his eyes were glued on the subtly moving bulge inside Nix...it slowed even further...just barely visible...then eventually stopped.

"Aaah fuuuuuck," Omar groaned as cum soaked into his gym shorts and spilled over his fingers as it trickled down his shaft. He squeezed his cock tightly and closed his eyes, reveling in the afterglow. "Fuuuck...."

It took a minute for Omar to come back to his senses, and he leaned forward to stop the recording on his phone. He'd edit the video later after he was fully recovered. In the meantime, with his other hand still wrapped around his leaking cock, the fox plucked his phone from the tripod and opened CatchMe.

"Nicely done, boy," he muttered to Nix as he started scrolling through available profiles. He noticed that Ryan's profile showed up as being within 10 feet of his own, and he made a mental note to dispose of the badger's belongings later this evening. "Think you'll be hungry for another in a few more days?" Omar mused as he selected a portly leopard's profile.