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Jack missed all the fun, from the looks of things.

He'd heard about the Toontown bar from a friend at work and that there was something interesting happening there that night. Unfortunately he had to work late and by the time he saw the animated bar sign, people and toons were filing out.

"'Scuze me son, I say 'scuze me," said an enormous rooster. It had a cartoon steak pressed against one eye.

"Sorry," Jack said, and got out of the way. A trio of cartoon hyenas went by on all fours, giggling and chattering among themselves. A hulking animated bear was next out the door, covered in crosshatched cartoon bruises.

"Next time," the bear grumbled, and the sleek, eight foot tall animated tiger in a sparkly jumpsuit accompanying him laughed.

"Next time she'll kick your ass too," the tiger growled. "You just fight for fun. She's a professional. I stay out of these things for a reason."

"Yeah, because you dance for a living," the bear grumped.

"It pays well," the tiger purred. "And the groupies are out of this world."

FIGHT NIGHT, the sign next to the door said. TWENTY TOONBUCK ENTRY. A cartoon wolf so stylized Jack wasn't sure it wasn't a weasel was just taking the sign down.

The bouncer at the door was an enormous animated man from some old Loony Tune. He was too well drawn to be from anything but a theatrical short.

"Fight night's over," the bouncer said in a voice so deep it sounded like it was coming out of a well. He was bald, musclebound and had thick red eyebrows. Jack had vague memories of Bugs Bunny fighting a boxer, or was it a wrestler?

"That's too bad," Jack said. "I'll just get a drink then."

The bar was nearly empty when he went in. Two fluffy and very realistic animated raccoons were rearranging furniture. It looked like everything was moved to make room for the fights and they were moving it back. The bartender was a huge animated bull Jack remembered from yet another Bugs cartoon.

The raccoons pushed a table against the wall and Jack's eyes widened. Sprawled on the floor was a character he instantly recognized as Master Tigress from the Kung Fu Panda movies. She had the same wrist wrappings and outfit, but her smock was rent open because she was very, very full.

Jack stared. He couldn't help it. Tigress's midsection was swollen by a lumpy bulge bigger than she was. It wasn't soft and shapeless. Tigress had swallowed someone whole.

"Jesus," Jack said. He took an involuntary step back as the bulge stirred. Whoever it was kicked and squirmed and Tigress slapped the bulge of head swelling out of her side.

"I don't hear an apology," she purred. "You're staying in there until I do."

"Watch your feet," came a growling voice from behind him, and Jack looked down to see he'd just missing stepping on a tan-colored cartoon tail with a brown tuft on the end.

"Sorry," Jack said, because if he'd taken one more step back he'd have been in the lap of a huge cartoon lion. It had the art style of another old Looney Tunes character, far less detailed than the man- or toon-eating Tigress.

"Eh," the lion growled. He waved at a chair next to his and Jack dropped gratefully into it. That faced him toward Tigress again and he shook his head. She was arguing with the person she'd swallowed and from this angle he could see it was a human, or human shaped toon in her stomach. Her meal was much larger than she was and she balanced on a swollen belly, her padded footpaws splayed out to each side to balance her and her stripey tail swaying above her butt.

"I guess she won fight night," Jack said.

"You guess right," the lion growled. "I'm Leo, by the way."

"Jack," Jack said. "You're the lion from a bunch of old cartoons, right?"

"One of the lions," the lion growled. "I was in a few Bugs cartoons, Inki and the Mynah Bird, A Day At The Zoo, some others you may have seen."

"Does Tigress always eat her opponents?" Across from them the tigress let out a long belch and slapped the squirming bulge. Whoever it was kicked and complained, showing no signs of either suffocating or settling down for a trip through her digestive tract.

"Oh no," Leo chuckled. "She didn't eat Bluto to win the fight. She ate him because he groped her while they were grappling. She doesn't take well to that."

"He seems pretty alive for someone in a tiger's stomach," Jack observed. There were still only a few people in the bar. It seemed no one was being let in until the raccoons were done setting the place back up. The bouncer must have let him in by mistake.

"Toons," the lion growled. "If I digested everyone I ate there would be a lot less actors around. You've seen toons get eaten, how often do you see someone actually get digested?"

Jack thought about it. Cartoon stomachs always seemed safe, now that he thought about it. People always got spat back up or started a fire or something. "What if the cartoon ends with the person still in there?"

"That's so the audience can imagine them digesting," Leo growled. "That happened in a few of my cartoons. I ate Elmer Fudd in a couple of them and the cartoon ended with him still swallowed. He was still around for other cartoons though, right?"

One of the 3d-animated raccoons padded over and chittered at Leo. "Hold on," the lion said. He rose and padded over to the swollen Tigress.

Jack watched as the two raccoons and much larger lion pushed on the lumpy bulge in Tigress until they got her prey turned around with his head at the top. Tigress waved them away and gagged.

A hand-drawn animated human face appeared in her maw, with a bristly black beard foremost. Tigress wrapped her arms around her belly bulge and squeezed. Bluto appeared like toothpaste out of a tube, squeezing out of a maw that by all rights was too small.

The Popeye villain was covered in cartoon drool and his black shirt was torn. He should by all rights be suffocated and partially digested but he seemed none the worse for wear save a few crosshatched cartoon bruises like the ones on the bear. Tigress hiccupped up his hat and Bluto wrung the saliva from it.

"Sorry ma'am," he muttered meekly. "Got carried away."

"Don't be sorry," Tigress purred. Her body had returned to its normal size and she tucked her torn smock into her waist wrapping. "Just don't do it again or I'll leave you in there a lot longer."

Bluto slouched his way out the door and Leo helped the raccoons move some of the larger furniture now that there wasn't a swollen tigress in the way. Tigress made her way over to Jack's table, sighed, and sat.

He tried not to stare at her, and failed. Her animation style was so different from the other toons. She had visible fur but it wasn't as fluffy or detailed as the raccoons yet she was far more detailed than Leo.

"Sorry," he muttered when she caught him looking. "First time here. I'm still getting used to how different everyone looks."

"Mm," she purred, and sipped from a drink Leo left at the table.

"I can't believe you ate Bluto," burst out of Jack. "He's twice your size."

"Three times," she purred. "He's also a jerk. It's what he does for a living, he can't help how he's written, but if I could digest people I'd be tempted to let him get out of my body the other way."

"Then Popeye would need a new bad guy," Jack observed.

Tigress nodded. "You get it. Good characters are hard to come up with. That's why they spring right back from being blown up, eaten or whatever."

Jack knew he shouldn't say it, but he did anyway. "You probably get this all the time, but, uh, could I get a selfie with my head in your mouth?"

"Leo's really better for that," she purred. "His mouth is bigger."

"You swallowed Bluto whole," Jack observed. "He's bigger than both of us put together."

"Fair enough," Tigress purred, and Jack put one arm around her and stuck his face in her obligingly opened maw. He snapped a couple of pics with his phone while concentrating on not, in any way, being perceived to grope her. Bluto fit in her stomach just fine and so would he.

Her fangs were sharper than Leo's but they were still blunt compared to a real tiger's, and she'd yawned easily wide enough to take in his head. Jack got his shots and sat back in his chair, well aware that if the powerful tigress had decided to eat him he wouldn't have been able to stop her.

He'd gotten a good look at Leo as the cartoon lion moved around the room. No naughty bits, and not even a cartoon butthole under his tail. Why would a toon need them? It's just more stuff for the animators to draw and more things to shock soccer moms.

Tigress was a toon too, while he was a human. The two didn't interact much in the dietary sense. Toons ate toon food and sometimes each other, not people.

"Thanks Freddy," Leo growled to one of the raccoons. He arrived back at the table and glanced at his now empty glass.

"Sorry," Tigress purred. "I'll buy you another." When both had cartoon beers once more the lion took a drink and spoke.

"Good thing he was your last opponent," Leo growled. "You'd have to forfeit again if you ate someone big in an earlier round."

"Worth it," Tigress purred. "And I fought a whole night with Pepe in my stomach."

All this talk of predatory toons got Jack thinking. He missed the next couple of things the cats said. When he was paying attention again they were still talking about the French skunk.

"Like your belly was a punching bag, with him in it," Leo growled. "Served him right for getting handsy. That skunk just can't help himself."

"Remember that cartoon he was in, the human woman in the skunk costume? The director had to stop him jumping her bones."

"They had a good thing going for a while," Leo growled. "But his eye always wanders. It's how he is drawn."

"This is going to sound really weird," Jack began. He had an idea for an even cooler selfie.

The two big cats, one feral and four color and the other bipedal and more detailed, looked at him. "Weirder than asking for a selfie with your head in my mouth?" Tigress purred.

"Yes," Jack said. "Could you swallow me, then take a picture with me in there?"

Tigress tilted her head to the side. "What? Why?"

"It'd look cool," Jack said. "'Here's my head in her mouth, and here's me in her belly'," he said, and swiped from one imaginary pic to the next.

Tigress raised an eyebrow. "Your clothes will get all sticky. Cartoon drool is still drool and you can't just make it disappear between scenes the way we do."

"Come on," Jack pled. "Your smock is already ripped. I don't care about these clothes it won't hurt yours any."

"Well," she purred reluctantly. "Just this once."

Jack handed his phone to Leo and stood up. Tigress did too, and her thick forearms reached out. It was fortunate he meant to lean forward, because once she had a grip on his upper arms, his head was going in her mouth whether he liked it or not.

Tigress was only a third the size of Leo and almost the same size as her meal but with a duck of her head Jack's shoulders were engulfed. She'd swallowed Bluto and he was bigger than her and the man together. Tigress heaved her muzzle upward and a set of legs hung from her maw, growing shorter with each gulp.

Leo casually snapped pics with Jack's phone as the man's legs went from merely waving in the air to frantically kicking. The torn ends of Tigress's smock pulled out of her waistband as her belly began to bulge and you could see the exact moment when Jack realized he'd made a mistake.

Toons didn't need to breathe and stomachs were just a place to contain them until they were spat back up. Humans on the other hand needed air and a tiger's stomach is a tiger's stomach whether it is animated or not. As his face slid into Tigress's gut Jack felt the sting of digestive juices and tried to back out.

It was too late. It was too late the moment he volunteered. Tigress snapped her muzzle shut around his shoes, swallowed, and purred as her furry belly swelled out heavy and lumpy. Almost casually she wrapped her three-fingered hands around the swelling, stifling the inner struggle, and settled back in her chair.

"That was an easy one," Leo growled, and pushed her glass closer to her.

"He was," Tigress purred, and washed Jack down with a sip of beer.

"Hold still a moment," the lion growled, and Tigress smiled as Leo snapped a picture of her holding her squirming belly. For good measure he recorded a short video of Jack's weakening struggle. Tigress coughed, then a burp propelled a shoe out of her maw. Leo even got that on video. He'd drop the phone in the lost and found later, secure in the knowledge he'd done exactly what the tourist asked.

"You know," Tigress purred as she stroked her thinly stretched belly fur, "I can't remember him saying anything about being spit back up."

"Why, I don't think he did," Leo pondered. "There's just nothing for it then. Can't go against a customer's wishes."

For a moment Tigress was serious. "You had time to talk him into your mouth while I was busy with Bluto," she purred. "I appreciate you waiting so we'd both have a shot."

"I heard you had a little trouble at home," Leo growled. "And your hubby likes you plump."

"He does," Tigress purred. There was a last kick inside her and her meal settled down. From beneath her belly fur emerged a slow digestive gurgle as her stomach went to work.

"Plump for a little while anyway," she purred, and stroked the bulge of Jack's face. It would take a whole day to digest a meal this size and Po would appreciate the bulge while it lasted.

"You know what they say about tourists who come to Toontown," Leo growled.

"I do," Tigress purred. Leo gestured to Crusher at the door and the bouncer began to let people in. Most were toons but a few humans were mixed in. No one gave her swollen belly a second glance, thinking it was just a toon visiting her guts for a bit rather than a human finding out that toons, in fact, have fully functional digestive tracts. They didn't need them for toon food, but they did for real food, and that's all Jack was now.

"Lots of tourists come to Toontown," she purred, and stoked her belly as it let out a long digestive gurgle. The acids were flowing in and already her meal was beginning to soften. "But most just pass right on through."