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Daniel had been cooped up in his apartment for far too long. The young man adjusted his shirt in the mirror in the lobby of the apartment building, a simple grey tee that was fit but not tight on his body. He ran his right hand over the top of his head, feeling the short dark hairs in a flat mass close to his scalp. He wondered if he should have re-shaved before he left the apartment.

With fidgety energy born of staying inside for so long, he tapped the toes of his running shoes to the floor behind him, shifting his weight back and forth. Dan straightened the elastic band on his shorts and settled his hands on his hips, staring at his reflection. He took a deep breath. Just a walk around the neighborhood, he'd work his way up to jogging...

Shortly after stepping onto the sidewalk he heard a familiar, distinctive sound. The human twisted his head to look for the source.

Standing on the sidewalk across the street and halfway down the block was a toon that Daniel recognized well. The hyena stood about six foot six when his neck was craned forward. He could easily surpass seven feet if he stood fully upright. He was loosely pear-shaped with a round belly and wide-spread legs. Like in most of his appearances in cartoons, the hyenid wore no shirt, just a pair of slacks held up by suspenders.

Dan knew the sound he'd heard and was sure he wasn't mistaken as he watched the toon patting his belly. That was Howie Hyena's iconic swallow. A slow, low gu-ulp that had carried all the way across the street and down the block.

As he watched, Howie started to walk again, only to pause and turn as a blond man in a tank top approached the toon star. The hyena laughed and began to talk, but at this distance Daniel couldn't quite make out the words over the traffic.

Swallowing his nerves, Dan started walking towards the nearest crosswalk to where the animated celebrity was signing in a little book. Eyes darting back and forth between looking where he was going and where the hyena was, the tone of voice his ears were tuned to fighting for dominance amongst the passing cars.

Howie's voice turned a bit lower as Daniel arrived at the crossing. Just as he pressed the button with his thumb, movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention across the road again. He'd had to walk further than the distance down the block separating himself from the toon to get to the crosswalk in the first place, so he had been having a harder time looking in the last few yards to the button.

And now the hyena had hefted up the blond Caucasian and was summarily stuffing him into his mouth. As Dan stared, Howie's cheeks swelled out, lightly chomping his way to work every bit of the tank top wearing man into his jaws. He shoved the sandal-clad feet into his mouth with his pinky extended and sucked over his index finger. The toon raised his head to its full extension on his elongated neck, tilted his snout skyward, and then that familiar gulp cut through the street.

The chirping of birds nearby followed, a standard signal that the walk sign had come on.

Daniel was too distracted to hear the recorded sound as he watched a lump far too small to fit a whole person drop down the long neck. The round form smoothly slid from the underside of the hyena's jaw to pass out of view into his chest. The toon's belly bounced downward, appearing to be caught by his trousers and their suspenders and forced to bounce back upward. From the human's vantage point, there was no sign the other man had even been there.

A red flashing in the corner of his eye drew Dan's attention. The signal that the walk window was about to close was up. Blessing his running shoes, he swiveled around the pole housing the button and sprinted across the walkway denoted by white bars painted on the asphalt. Reaching out just as the flashing red hand turned solid, he grasped the pole on the far side, swinging around it with his momentum.

Daniel rubbed the side of his throat with two fingers, seeking out the artery to check if his heart was really beating as hard as he thought it was. He reduced his speed to a steady walk, breathing deeply to try to calm down.

"Oh yeah." Howie's baritone rumbled, far easier to make out this close to the toon. "Everyone who gets signed and gulped will get the autographed item back when I'm done with them."

When Dan looked, he saw that the celebrity was saying this to a woman wearing a lightweight blouse and white capris. The toon was currently signing a DVD sleeve, before he capped the marker. With practiced ease he slipped the sleeve back into the case and closed the case up. With his other thumb he tugged the front of his slacks forward and dropped the case in like a slice of bologna. Raising that hand, Howie allowed the waistband to snap back into place, a secondary snap sound coming from the suspenders hitting his chest.

Still working on getting his breathing under control, Daniel leaned against the pole of a No Parking sign about ten feet away from the toon.

The towering hyena grasped the bashfully smiling woman by the waist with his big hand paws raising her up. Smiling charismatically, he gaped his jaws open as he swiveled her legs forward. Unlike the blond man, Howie worked her flats in first, rumbling warmly as he worked another human past his jaws with practiced ease.

She blushed deeply, biting her lip in a way that would probably smear her lipstick, or at least, that's what Dan's initial thought was. His second thought was that it didn't matter if her lipstick game was tight if she was hyena fat! She tucked her arms down at her sides, brown eyes peeking around her cheeks to see if anyone was watching as her waist was drawn in.

Daniel shuddered as she made eye contact with him and held it. She gave him a shameless grin despite the rosy blush on her tawny cheeks, before her head was chomped up behind animated teeth.

Howie tilted his head back as he slurped her long dark hair up behind his lips like noodles, stroking both paws along the sides of his throat with his fingers overextended, as if beckoning the form of his meal to drop. Then came that same distinct swallow, much louder this much closer to the toon. Like the man before, she only made a round lump, about the same size as it dropped.

The big hyena patted over his belly affectionately, giving it a gentle shake as it let out a hungry growl, already calling out for more.

Another man in a formal button-up shirt and cap had also stopped to stare about five feet away, practically on the same sidewalk tile as the celebrity.

"Would you like to take the plunge too?" Howie casually asked the rubbernecking man, slowly pivoting to face him in a way that showed off his full backside to Daniel.

The man swallowed, blushing maroon across his cheeks. "Well... I can't stay fat for long... got things to do later..."

The hyena cackled, taking a heavy step over. "T'aint no problem. You can be out as soon as ya want. Just thought you'd like a ride."

Taking off his buttoned cap to reveal he did a much better job keeping his head clean-shaven than Daniel, the man held it out. "I'm not supposed to get it wet, you see."

Howie gingerly took the cap in one hand, before lunging his jaws down over the man that had been wearing it. The hyena bent his knees as he surged his maw down towards the cement. It was only when he got his teeth around the man's slack-clad knees that he raised up, tilting his head back like he was tossing meat to get it all in hands-free... which of course he was. Lowering his muzzle and plopping the cap onto his head between his upraised ears, he sighed and sloshed the mass of the rubbernecker from one cheek to the other, closing his eyes as he savored the willing meal.

The savoring didn't last long, before the toon tilted his head back again, making an okay sign with one broad paw and placing the other in an open palmed L as he swallowed firmly, the lump in his cheeks appearing in his neck before sending another bounce through his waistline.

This time, though, Dan was paying close enough attention to notice: Howie's slacks were a bit tighter around his belly and hips after the bounce. They were instantly padding the hyena out. Daniel swallowed and bit his full lower lip lightly, unconsciously mirroring the woman's expression as she was stuffed away before.

This realization came as the big hyena swung around, hands in his pockets. The pear-shaped toon swung his hips idly, tail swinging in their wake as he walked along.

Dan had very little time to start acting very interested in his watch, blush still hot on his cheeks. Unfortunately, he had forgotten to wear a watch, resulting in the human very awkwardly staring at the mahogany skin on the back of his wrist. He did his best to keep his breathing steady as he tracked Howie's movement in his peripheral vision, soon passing along the sidewalk past him. Exhaling, Daniel stood upright.

"What'cha lookin' at?" A familiar baritone murmured close to his ear.

Starting in alarm, the human let out a quiet yelp as he mistakenly lunged his shoulder forward into the metal pole, then bounced back to try to right himself. Daniel overbalanced, toppling backward.

Howie caught the unbalanced man with a warm chuckle, holding him against his front securely. "Didn't think I missed ya, didja?"

Daniel tried to come up with a reply to that, mouth already stammering. He felt just how plush the hyena's chest was against his bare head and ears. The warmth, despite the summer heat, was a reassuring one, and the cartoon's 'fur' was mostly smooth and soft, like risen bread dough.

"A sweet treat like you shouldn't be shy." The hyena gave a light, playful sway as he spoke, still holding up the human. "Not when it could cost you something you want~" He lightly brought Daniel upright and set him back on his feet, taking a step back while one hand idly returned to the side of his belly.

Pivoting to face the toon, Dan swallowed his nerves. "I... well, I've always wondered what it's like to be eaten by you since... that's what most of your cartoons are about, you know..."

Howie craned his neck down a bit more than normal, bringing his face closer without having to take a step forward. He grinned, waggling an eyebrow. "Well, I happen to know a marvelous way to find out~" He licked his lip, making his meaning impossible to miss.

Daniel quivered, eyes darting to the side, before he forced himself to make eye contact again. "W-where do people go?" He looked down at the belly as it let out a grumble. "I saw how it was with the others... they were gone and you were just.... Rounder."

Raising his head to ease off on the pressure, the hyena patted the side of his belly lightly. "Oh, they go right to Tummy Town." He gave a light pinch, before perking as his stomach visibly shrank slightly. "Until they want to leave... like that." Howie chuckled with a light blush in pristine pink circles atop the yellow-tan of his facial fur. "That woman just appeared back at home, perfectly fine and holding the VHS box set I signed for her."

Dan raised his eyebrows, looking between the belly and the warm smile of the cartoon looking down at him. "But... in between? What's it like in... uh... Tummy Town?"

"Now that..." Howie licked his lips again. "'Sway easier to show than tell."

Daniel lightly pulled his lower lip in between his teeth, making it look thinner from the outside as he lightly bit down. The man's mind was racing, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching. He didn't find anyone rubbernecking like the last meal, but he did find his attention being redirected with a plump fingerpad under his chin.

The hyena curled his digit slightly, guiding Dan to look into his golden eyes, his snout mere inches from the human's nose. "I don't let anything in there hurt anyone. In any way." Howie's voice rumbled, only loud enough for the smaller man to hear over the traffic. This wasn't performance... the big toon was sincere in his reassurance and his promise.

Daniel felt his knees buckle slightly, blushing so hard he felt it coming off his ears on his scalp and neck.

Howie was there to make sure the human didn't crumple to the hard concrete, lifting Dan up. "Is that a yes?"

Putting a hand over his face, Daniel nodded rapidly, too shy to speak. A warm wash of humid air drew his attention forward to the inside of Howie's mouth: A sight that many a cameraman had captured, possibly when being swallowed themselves! But this was in person instead of safely on the other side of a screen.

The celebrity hyena began to stuff his latest meal into his jaws, mmming in appreciation of his flavor. With a wet squish, the man's head pressed to the back of the broad, smooth tongue, his arm getting caught up against his chest due to where he'd placed his hand. Rather than push past the plump hanging uvula at the back of the maw, Daniel found that more and more of him was fitting inside the tight space. He curled slightly to one side, feeling the top of his head rub into the soft flesh of Howie's inner cheek as his hips were worked in. The toon grasped onto his ankles and with a deft change of angle coaxed the human to bend his knees.

Dan found himself bundled up on the fat tongue, arms wrapped around his knees like he was doing a cannonball. Because of course, he was about to.

Howie tilted his head back and the human was set upright in his curl within the snugly closed jaws. The hyena swallowed powerfully, the signature sound of his throat muscles working near-deafening from within.

The darkness inside the throat was accompanied by warm softness squeezing downward firmly around Daniel. He exhaled as he felt the throat less and less... only warmth and darkness remained.

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Danny opened his eyes to daylight and wind rushing around his ears. Vibrant colors surrounded him, blurrily travelling vertically, telling him he was falling. He unfurled, his body feeling oddly limber after being bundled up in a cannonball shape for... he wasn't sure how long. Maybe a few seconds, maybe hours. His vision suddenly entered a shaded area as he passed through the opening in the roof of a structure.

Sneaker-clad feet struck the round dais first. Danny yipped in surprise as his upper body kept going down, his whole form seeming to compress. His shorts and shirt felt tense around him as his vision slowed to a stop, then launched back up as the tension in his form released. He exhaled through pursed lips, shaking his head a bit. Something on his head flopped around but he wasn't sure what it was.

Looking around, Danny's vision focused... He was surrounded by toons! He was standing on a round platform in the beam of sunlight coming from the open hole in the roof: the oculus, as it would be called in architecture. He looked up at it, squinting at the light, then back around the space.

A broad-chested hyena in a tiny bowler cap held up a small white sign with '9.5' printed on it. He was seated at a desk beside another hyena whose mass seemed more localized to his belly, but was also clearly quite strong. The burly hyenid held up a sign with '10' printed on it.

Danny's attention turned around the open-air space, large arches opening up into a park. Between him and the outside ring of supports there were various other toons wearing familiar clothing. In fact, the chocolate-brown labrador was wearing the tank top and sandals that the blond man he'd first seen eaten on the street was wearing. The squirrel chatting with him was wearing the blouse and capris he'd seen on the woman with the DVD to sign. In the button up shirt and somehow wearing the cap he'd left behind with Howie stood a fox. And wearing a grey tee shirt, shorts, and running shoes was a tall dachshund with short rubber hose arms and legs, most of his height in his elongated torso...

No wait. That was a mirror set into the column.

Danny stared, raising a paw to his snout that his mind had been blanking out as much as it normally did his human nose. Eyes crossing, he squeezed the oblong tip of his muzzle and it let out a cartoonish honking sound. Startled he snapped his attention back to the mirror. He reached his short arms down from where his ribs should be towards his hips. A good deal of his belly was exposed, his shirt practically a halter top from just how long his torso had become. Despite not looking like they should reach, his arms easily stretched all the way to his shorts, allowing him to tug a bit on the waistband upward.

The pup looked back at the three who had been eaten before him. The squirrel was swishing her tail about, grinning with her buck teeth as she grew more used to the new appendage.

From up above, a very familiar elongated gulp sounded out, distantly.

"Hey," A gruff voice said from the new dog's right as the oculus darkened.

Danny turned his head to see both hyenas at the desk gesturing for him to step down off the dais. The dachshund realized that the shadow overhead probably wasn't a cloud that had gone in front of the sun, slowly craning his head back to look up.

A massive elephant rump met his nose at terminal velocity. The suit-clad backside kept going regardless of Danny's presence. Having never uncurled from his cannonball, the pachyderm slammed down, sending the whole structure bouncing off its foundation before settling back into place.

The pup tried to move, but he was immobile. He could hardly think, an intense disorienting sensation flooding his mind as he continued to be compressed into the dais. When the elephant finally stood, he adhered better to the taut trousers than to the platform.

A few toons giggled as they watched a brown disk about as wide as a small hula hoop peel off the suit-clad pachiderm's backside as he stepped off the dais. Striking the surface, the disk spun and rolled on its edge like a coin settling at the end of a twirl before lying flat. On the top face of the disk a smushed dog face was plain to see, with a pair of paws embossed on either side of it. His eyes were no longer large expressive white circles with large pupils but crooked spirals, slightly offset and rotating. His flattened muzzle's shape had formed a scrunched up squiggle and a deep blush glowed where his 'cheeks' should have been.

The muscle-gut hyena walked from the desk, his belly bouncing over his belt. The motion quite clearly kept forcing his shirt to ride up and leave his belly button exposed, drawn as a spiral at the apex of his toony tummy. He picked up Danny, looking over his disk-like form. "Maybe we shoulda told him to move earlier, Huge." He spoke in a lilting tenor, like someone trying to keep from laughing.

The broad-shouldered hyena in the bowler chuckled deeply, replying in a gruff voice. "Hungry, bring'em here. I got something to fix him right up." Huge pulled a bike pump out of the drawer in the back of the desk.

Danny murmured incoherently in Hungry's grip, his fingers wiggling a little bit, as well as his toes inside the equally flattened shoes on the opposite side of the broad 'coin' he'd been crushed into. All sixteen digits were flat, but his fingers could just barely peel off of the rest of the smooth brown surface. All his sneakers did was slightly shift in place, soles the only visible part. His slender tail was too stuck to move... but for some reason he felt like he should be wagging.

Huge held the tip of the pipe on the pump out to Danny's flattened muzzle. "Now you just suck on this and we'll have ya right as rain."

The dogecoin parted his lips weakly and closed them up on the hose as he was ordered, mind too foggy to think to do anything else.

Hungry held Danny out in front of himself, angled edge-on to his chest so he had room to re-inflate.

The muscular hyena took the base of the bike pump in one meaty paw and the handle in the other, starting to pump repeatedly.

The pointed snout with prominent black nose sprung into three dimensions first. Danny's eyes closed and reopened as normal eyes instead of printed spirals on an eyeless face, crossing to look down at his muzzle and his pursed lips around the pump. Behind him, he could feel his tail wagging about, back to dimensionality already. The next gush of air from the pump made his full head press out of the disk shape, his cheeks bulged out, as well as his sneaker-clad feet.

Another hiss of inflation and his arms and legs surged out of the diminishing disk, the first signs of his shirt emerging from the brown uniform mass with his sleeves, while his legs above the knee soon returned his shorts. Even once his full tee was exposed, he still had a mass of his long midriff as a narrow disk jutting out of his waist, held firmly in Hungry's hands. Pumping again and that part of him extended, straightening right out... then continuing going.

Danny wiggled his arms and legs in the air as he felt his floppy ears extend out like balloons, each of his fingers thickening as well. His torso kept growing longer, the straight tube getting turned into an odd wavy shape, like a he was a balloon animal that had been unwound.

"Yeah, that's enough." Huge chuckled, reaching to pull the hose free.

Hungry's eyes widened and he wrapped his burly arms around the inflated dachshund, holding on tightly.

When the hose popped out of the seal of his lips, Danny's vision became a horizontal smear, rapidly repeating.

The big bellied hyena spun as a blur with a brown and grey loop around his smear frame. When Hungry came to a stop he was seated, eyes swirling. He started giggling, swaying in a circle slowly.

Wrapped all around him was Danny. Danny rubbed his head and looked down. He gasped softly as he realized his torso was so long it looped around the burly yeen three times. "W-what...?" He looked around and found his rump and legs sitting on top of Hungry's tail, sneakers tapping impatiently.

Huge hunkered down into a crouch, putting his meaty paws on his relatively skinny knees. "Now, I know this sounds weird... but just stand up." He stood back up, smiling warmly. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and think about standing up normally."

The elongated dog nodded, bewildered, and closed his eyes. He once again felt air rushing over his newly floppy ears, along with a dizzying sensation. A rubber band twang sound filled the space as he found himself upright. Opening his eyes, Danny looked down to see he was standing where his butt had been. And that he had a little bit of vertigo. "Woof..." He held his brow for a moment, blinking and shaking his head until the orbiting star and squiggle vanished.

Hungry was still lightly rocking in a circle, incessantly giggling. Thankfully he wasn't doing so very loudly as his spiral eyes swayed and spun.

Huge walked around and slapped his broad palm on the back of Danny's shoulders lightly.

The dachshund could have sworn the whole breadth of that hand was as far as his collar to the bottom hem of his shirt. Wheeling his arms, the pup managed to stay upright, his long torso curving forward and back before he regained his balance.

"Now," The gruff voiced hyena said, as if he hadn't nearly sent the smaller male sprawling on the floor with an affectionate tap. "Gotta ask you a couple questions so we can finish up your character sheet."

When Danny turned to look, he saw that Huge was holding a poster-sized piece of paper. On it was... him. A perfectly rendered cartoon image of the new dog in his shirt and shorts, front pose, side pose, a few wild expressions around the sides, as well as open areas for text. At the top of the sheet it said "Danny Doxie" in big, rounded letters.

"Is... is that me?" The doxie looked between the paper and the muscular hyena, then back.

Huge chuckled lightly. "Hey, you could check the mirror again... just don't stand on the landing platform to do it."

Danny blushed at that and awkwardly ran his hands along his smooth, tube-shaped torso. Everything was so foreign but... it also felt... natural. He could feel his tail wagging again. "Uh... what kind of questions do you gotta ask?" The doxie looked back to Huge.

The hyena pointed to a little slider diagram on the character sheet. At one end was 'Predator' and at the other was 'Prey'. "Are you gonna want to be eaten by other toons here, do the eating, or are you gonna want to do both?"

Blushing deeper, Danny's eyes widened. He cleared his throat and tapped his index fingers together. "Oh... uh... I don't really know yet... I've only been eaten the one time. By Howie."

Huge set the character sheet on a drawing board that hadn't been there last time Danny looked. He carefully scribbled in pencil 'Vore-Curious' inside the field instead of giving a percentage value.

A glowing aura surrounded Danny, before fading. The doxie looked down at himself. "What was that?"

The broad-shouldered hyena chuckled affectionately as he set the pencil down. "Well, now Tummy Town knows to let you watch plenty of other toons get eaten..." He gestured vaguely with a huge mitt. "...but not to let anyone eat you without your expressed permission."

Swallowing nervously, Danny looked at his character sheet. "Do many people want to just be grabbed without permission?"

Huge sat down at the desk, grinning. "Running from and struggling against predators is one of the most common cartoon tropes! Sure people wanna try it for themselves."

The tube-dog scrunched his muzzle in thought, rubbing his chin properly despite it being several inches ahead of where it would be as ha human. He couldn't refute that reasoning... and there were sure to be people into all sorts of things.

The hyena chuckled, idly pointing a fat finger behind Danny without lifting his elbow from the desk top. "Don't look now, but~"

Of course, the first thing the doxie did, without thinking, was spin his upper torso around to look in the direction indicated. Danny yipped in surprise, his legs finishing the pivot as he jumped in place at the sight that awaited.

The elephant who had flattened him was smugly smiling as he adjusted his tie with his blunt front feet. His trunk was distended greatly with two detailed wriggling shapes of people around Danny's size. At the angle the dog was looking at the pachyderm, he could see a pair of equine hooves jutting from one nostril and a pair of canid paws with the tip of a fox's broom between sticking out the other.

The well-dressed fox was nowhere to be seen, so that identity was solved. The doxie hadn't seen the horse arrive... then again he'd been quite occupied for a while!

With a glance at the observing pup and a wink, the pachyderm sucked the hooves, paws and tailtip out of sight, making a loud snorting sound. The trunk bulged out as the tip scrunched up towards his face. The midsection of the flexible nose swelled out in proper squash fashion, before the squirming forms within suddenly relocated to the elephant's cheeks, just above his tusks. Curling his newly free trunk, the suit-clad behemoth casually tiled his head back, swallowing firmly. The buttons on his suit coat gave way, his vest-clad belly surging forward with a loud bass boing at the mass of two toons landing within at once.

Danny was about to look back to Huge when he noticed in the park outside, framed almost perfectly by one of the archways, the squirrel woman who had arrived shortly before he had. She was leaned forward, her tail jutting out behind her for balance. Her buck-toothed jaws were spread wide around the head of a familiar chocolate lab. The dog had a glowing blush on his cheeks as she pressed on his nose, sinking him into her mouth almost agonizingly slow.

The doxie looked down, and saw her blouse was barely bulging at all with the mass of the dog that had stood nearly half again her height. The squirrel finished and swallowed firmly, standing up straight and retracting her tail to rest nearly up against her back, the tip loosely curled back on itself. She patted her impossibly small belly, looking quite pleased with herself. She paused, held up a finger, and then belched up a pair of familiar sandals. The rodent blushed demurely with her paw over her coy smirk.

"Just so you know..." Huge reeled Danny's attention back in with his rough voice. "You can come back here at any time to edit your character sheet. Species, coat pattern, sex, body type, clothing style, eye color, hairdo, scale... All that's done on the character sheet."

As the pup turned to face the muscular hyena, he saw that Hungry had also finally gotten over his dizzy spell.

"Ya also come back here to leave." He sat down into his own chair, resting one arm on top of his ball gut as his other hand pointed behind the doxie.

Danny followed the indicated direction, pivoting his upper half without his lower half. One of the archways was filled in, with an industrial looking door set into the wall. In clear red letters it said 'EXIT' across it, like it was a fire exit. Letting himself snap back around forward, the doxie exhaled, smiling a bit. "Oh... that's good. I was worried I'd have to go looking for that or something..."

Huge blushed for the first time since Danny had met him. "Sometimes I wish I could lose it."

The pup tilted his head, one ear flopping. "Why?"

The muscular hyena fidgeted with his meaty paws shyly. "I've been in Howie so long I can't remember what it's like to even be a human." His gruff voice was softened to a bass rumble, not wanting to talk about it too loudly. "I don't think I could adjust back to it."

Danny nodded a bit. "It is all.... Really different from outside."

"All'a us hyenas workin' on greetin' new folks and making sure everything goes smoothly... we all just... never wanted to leave..." Huge continued. "Made sense to become yeens... we're all happy to wobble on Howie for as long as he'll have us."

Hungry broke the mood. "I'm hungry. I could go for a burrito." He stood up, patting both sides of his belly with a hollow drum sound. "You up for it, pup?"

Danny furrowed his brow. "Up for what?"

"Bein' a burrito!" The burly hyena grinned. "You'd roll up well." Hungry concluded with a wink.

The doxie swallowed nervously and looked to Huge.

The muscular hyena chucked and held up both of his meaty hand paws at shoulder height. "Remember, nothin' can hurt you here. You got flattened pretty good back there and here ya are, right as rain."

Danny nodded, a faint blush rushing up his cheeks. "That felt... uh... almost kinda good."

Hungry growled, licking his lips. "I'll make sure it feels really good this time~"

"W-what do you mean by that?" The long pup realized the heat rising in his face was his blush cartoonishly rising like his head was a thermometer, radiating heat.

The muscle-gut hyena pivoted dramatically to reveal a wide laundry roller... or maybe it was an enormous pasta roller... that most certainly was not there before, replacing the drafting table the long dog's character sheet had been sitting on. "You'd make a wonderful tortilla, after all."

Danny's eyes widened as he realized what the big hyena was suggesting, a shiver running from the tip of his tail up his long torso to the nape of his neck. Externally he'd straightened up like a pole, or perhaps he had even gained graduations and turned into a thermometer entirely. After a long moment the doxie swallowed his nerves, relaxed his posture and started walking towards the rollers, a dumb smile creeping up his cheeks. "Yeah... Tortilla time..."