Shrewd Solutions LLC (temporary headquarters)

Several turns into the business district, up two flights of stairs, down the hall and over the creaking floorboards, a spotless white door lies - the number 20 in polished golden numbers on its face. It stands apart from the rest of the dingy, dusty portals, not least because the rest are marked with plain black numbers; some even opt for masking tape and felt pen. A buzzer/intercom sits to the right of the door frame, a unique feature on this floor, maintained as assiduously as the door itself. More's the pity that none of this assuaged the sketchy feeling about the place... indeed, the dents in the wall less than a stone's throw away, not to mention the questionable stain on the floor at the opposite end of the hall only contrasted harder with this affected air of professionalism.

In black on gold plating above the number laid the business' name and proprietor:

Shrewd Solutions, LLC
    J Vincent, CEO

One might expect to find hours of operation, for how much care was put into the outward appearance of the place. And yet the surroundings suggested something much less above board than a 9 to 5 style of operation; the lack of such information could easily be taken as a 24/7 business. Considering the late hour, and the fact that the unmistakable address was the customer who had ordered enough pizzas for a full staff... either an office party was taking place inside, or it was serious crunch time.

{from here}

After a long haul and getting a rush order out a continent away, Jessie was pretty sure she was going to come in late. Surprisingly, however, the pizza delivery gal had about a minute or so left till it was indeed '30 minutes' so she quickly headed up the flight of steps, the odd layout of the place confusing and seemed rather abandoned for a business with such a refined name. The woman juggled the boxes against her jiggling bosom, as her thick thighs pumping as she fought against her dreaded enemy: the stairs.

Someone's getting a free meal, I can feel it now... She thought pessimistically, but tried her damnedest anyway! She was surprised no one was in the area to be able to take this call for 'Shrewd Solutions, LLC' but she shrugged it off and soldiered on.

When she finally made it, she found herself in a rather... sketchy hallway. It looked more like a storage facility than an office building. "Okay... Number 20... 20...." She grumbled, looking about... before coming face to face with the oddly clean and pristine door. She felt a little suspicious of it, but upon looking at the refined placard which read:

She knew she was at the right place. She knocked with her red and white hightops, her thigh high red socks hissing as they brushed up against one another. "Hello? Pizza Hot?" She called, before turning her head and the pizzas she carried, the 20 or so boxes easily grappled by this former Kunoichi now revealing a buzzer. "Ah crap." Jessie says, before pressing it. "Pizza Hot!" She smiled, noticing the small camera- the system itself looked like it could be worth more than the building combined.

The intercom, unfortunately, didn't have any indication that it was activated by the buzzer, or that anyone had heard it. And, as seconds passed, the bundle of boxes no doubt growing uncomfortably hot against her body, something else presented strangely: Calm, quiet silence. No sounds at all came from beyond the door that would insinuate a packed office. Until the muted thud of a door against a stopped sounded from a ways in, then shuffling footsteps... as if someone half asleep was coming to the door. At least it was someone... hopefully someone who could pay for all these.

Coming up to the other side of the door, the footsteps halted, pausing for several seconds before the handle turned, the door opening inward slowly to reveal a fox in a buttoned shirt and hastily tightened necktie. His face went from judging his eyesight to a practiced smile, then a smooth and easy beckon, inviting the pizza girl inside. "Ah! Come in, come in, those must be heavy," he considered, guiding her into the foyer to a long table flush with the opposite wall, under a wide window with drawn venetian blinds. The place was as clean inside as out: warm, neutral colors without a speck of dust anywhere, an immaculately kept reception desk with a variety of what looked like premium mints and chocolates in an expensive bowl, binders neatly lined up in clear organization behind that. A single row of well groomed chairs in the waiting area, a door past the reception desk, half ajar, that hinted at a space that must have taken up most of this side of the floor... and no hint of anyone else, anywhere.

"You're just a few seconds late," he remarked, making no mention of the fact that it was by as many seconds as he had paused for before opening the door, "But I'm sure we can work something out," he said with a wink, taking half the boxes off the stack and setting them at one end of the table. Indeed, it did look like this wasn't the sort of place to stiff delivery girls. "Have any trouble? Find the place okay?" His tempo seemed like the sort who was always talking, controlling the flow of conversation. It might be difficult to get in any kind of response before- "Traffic's been bad the past couple weeks, had a hell of a time moving everything in here. Hope it wasn't too much trouble." He paused, as if allowing a word in edge-wise... or was he getting ready to undercut her? Either way, he seemed more focused on opening the boxes and taking a big, animated whiff than getting her payment sorted...

Jesse Vincent wrote:The intercom, unfortunately, didn't have any indication that it was activated by the buzzer, or that anyone had heard it. And, as seconds passed, the bundle of boxes no doubt growing uncomfortably hot against her body, something else presented strangely: Calm, quiet silence. No sounds at all came from beyond the door that would insinuate a packed office. Until the muted thud of a door against a stopped sounded from a ways in, then shuffling footsteps... as if someone half asleep was coming to the door. At least it was someone... hopefully someone who could pay for all these.

Jessie Xiao stood there uncomfortably in her crop top, short shorts, thigh high socks and sneakers. Her ponytail bounced as she turned her pretty brown eyes between the door and intercom in an anxious manner. Burning my tits off... She thought, trying to adjust her chest, which had found its way to plop onto the corner of a few of the boxes. She didn't think her customer would want to see that, but the more she tried to adjust her wobbly assets, being warmed up by the boxes they rested upon, the more unstable the pizza tower became! She tapped her foot, and managed something, as perspiration from the heat rolled across her wobbling and deep cleavage, her bra feeling weak again, she'd have to buy a new one in time. Speaking of... where was her client? She looked about again, and struggled with her left hand, with the arm across her dangerous duo as she reached for the buzzer once more... when she saw and heard movement! Startled, she readjusted the boxes, with them now pressing against the right side of her face and chest, she smiled...readily for her customer, hoping to berid of this heavy burden soon!

Jesse Vincent wrote:Coming up to the other side of the door, the footsteps halted, pausing for several seconds before the handle turned, the door opening inward slowly to reveal a fox in a buttoned shirt and hastily tightened necktie. His face went from judging his eyesight to a practiced smile, then a smooth and easy beckon, inviting the pizza girl inside. "Ah! Come in, come in, those must be heavy," he considered, guiding her into the foyer to a long table flush with the opposite wall, under a wide window with drawn venetian blinds. The place was as clean inside as out: warm, neutral colors without a speck of dust anywhere, an immaculately kept reception desk with a variety of what looked like premium mints and chocolates in an expensive bowl, binders neatly lined up in clear organization behind that. A single row of well groomed chairs in the waiting area, a door past the reception desk, half ajar, that hinted at a space that must have taken up most of this side of the floor... and no hint of anyone else, anywhere.

Jessie waited patiently as she shifted the boxes, a couple lifting her right breast awkwardly and had little time to adjust it before the door opened, revealing the rather suave fox. "Ah! Come in, come in, those must be heavy," he replied, as guided her. As she did, her breast slipped off one of the awkwardly placed boxes and caused her other DD to bounce erratically. "Oof, you've got no idea, these baby's are beginning to throw out my back!" She replied, unaware of the innuendo she just placed herself in. Upon entering and glancing about, the office looked oddly clean with a reception and all. Even the little chocolates and mints placed in a bowl! She thought the intercom was expensive, between the furnishings and decorations with the venetian blinds and shiny new surfaces, Jessie almost thought she stepped into the World Bank for a moment! However... the pizza girl noticed something... off. Hardly any staff were about for one, and the man looked like he just woke up. He live here? She shrugged the thought off and smiled, bringing the pizzas over to the table to finally relieve herself of the heavy load. "Phew! Finally I'm here and on time to boo-" she was then cut off by her mysterious customer's voice.

Jesse Vincent wrote:"You're just a few seconds late," he remarked, making no mention of the fact that it was by as many seconds as he had paused for before opening the door, "But I'm sure we can work something out," he said with a wink, taking half the boxes off the stack and setting them at one end of the table. Indeed, it did look like this wasn't the sort of place to stiff delivery girls. "Have any trouble? Find the place okay?" His tempo seemed like the sort who was always talking, controlling the flow of conversation. It might be difficult to get in any kind of response before- "Traffic's been bad the past couple weeks, had a hell of a time moving everything in here. Hope it wasn't too much trouble." He paused, as if allowing a word in edge-wise... or was he getting ready to undercut her? Either way, he seemed more focused on opening the boxes and taking a big, animated whiff than getting her payment sorted...

"-What? I'm late?! " Jessie gasped, unable to believe it! She was here though! She got to Breland and this oddly expensive looking office in that time! She could already feel one of Employee Stars slip away from her plaque... JUSTIN WOULDN'T ONE UP HER, NOT AGAIN!

Her inner employee tirade ended with the fox's 'something', and she blinked as he winked at her. She was at first curious what he meant by that, but the wink threw her off and Jessie found herself oddly flustered, and the woman suppressed an anxious cough as he helped her with the pizzas before she had time to set them onto the long table. She waited till he set the stack down, before she followed suit. "Y-yeah. One of the best Pizza Hot HQ has to offer!" She smirked, relieved to be rid of the heat and grease soaking through her white top and her toned belly, showing off a little victory pose. "It wasn't too hard, traffic was so-so, but yeah... didn't think this rundown place actually had a room that looked immaculate for a king!" she chuckled. He had an interesting way of speaking, which was what she assumed someone with high charisma sounded like naturally. "But no, not much trouble. May need a neon sign though or two on the entrance." She added, before realizing she had to get paid now. "Oh yeah, the payment, lets see..." She murmored, checking the datapad again, for a tally up... her big brown eyes focused on the screen's reflective surface, and from there could see even the ceiling was immaculately cleaned! What an odd room... she found herself saying under her breath, scrolling through the order again.

"Well, thank you," he offered in response to the compliment. "Saves a bundle on rent if you have a team that puts the effort in to project a professional appearance, you know? Puts clients at ease, knowing they're in capable hands. All part of our motto, 'Taking Care of Business'." The man was delivering a pitch right back to the delivery girl; was he just always on? "Oh, here..." He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet, taking out what might have been a payment card... and was, instead, a full color business card with glossy finish, holding it out for her. "Go on, now, don't be shy. Everyone needs... certain services from time to time." As long as it wasn't in lieu of payment...?

He kept the card held out, making firm but polite eye contact as he did... though he'd push it forward subtly to draw her focus, his eyes darting down over her pizza-grease-soaked clothing as he did. Hardly perceptible, his nostrils would flare, and his professional smile would show just a bit more tooth. His ears, the most likely to betray him, flattened slightly as well... before it all snapped back into that practiced, congenial visage. The smell of the pizzas had filled the foyer, inviting even to those without any particular hunger, perhaps explaining his momentary shift in demeanor... and suddenly the fact that nobody had yet come out to investigate the scent was cast into sharp relief. Nobody else was here. And he had subtly maneuvered himself between her and the door, a dividing wall separating the foyer from the entry hall and what was looking less likely by the second to be office space beyond...

Jesse Vincent wrote:"Well, thank you," he offered in response to the compliment. "Saves a bundle on rent if you have a team that puts the effort in to project a professional appearance, you know? Puts clients at ease, knowing they're in capable hands. All part of our motto, 'Taking Care of Business'." The man was delivering a pitch right back to the delivery girl; was he just always on? "Oh, here..." He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet, taking out what might have been a payment card... and was, instead, a full color business card with glossy finish, holding it out for her. "Go on, now, don't be shy. Everyone needs... certain services from time to time." As long as it wasn't in lieu of payment...?

He kept the card held out, making firm but polite eye contact as he did... though he'd push it forward subtly to draw her focus, his eyes darting down over her pizza-grease-soaked clothing as he did. Hardly perceptible, his nostrils would flare, and his professional smile would show just a bit more tooth. His ears, the most likely to betray him, flattened slightly as well... before it all snapped back into that practiced, congenial visage. The smell of the pizzas had filled the foyer, inviting even to those without any particular hunger, perhaps explaining his momentary shift in demeanor... and suddenly the fact that nobody had yet come out to investigate the scent was cast into sharp relief. Nobody else was here. And he had subtly maneuvered himself between her and the door, a dividing wall separating the foyer from the entry hall and what was looking less likely by the second to be office space beyond...

She took her eyes off her screen for a moment, curious if he had been ready with the money already, which she'd still count out to see if it was correct, she was late after all. But instead of money from a wallet he pulled from his sharp, and clearly expensive suit, was an equally exquisite looking business card. "Oh... hah... yeah. Um-" she paused, before startled by his sudden forward movement, the card practically in her face which distracted her from his hungry eyes taking in her warm body's grease soaked clothing! She felt a little warm in general by this point, the flight of stairs she took burning her supple and thick thighs, the thigh high red socks hissing against one another as she stepped back, and now held the card in hand. "-oh, okay hah..." she chuckled, anxiously. Something felt off, her chi senses were a bit rusty, but they were flaring- something didn't sit right about the situation yet she was sure it was simply fringed nerves from having to panic run; surprised again that Justin who wanted her position didn't sign up for this job, this is a haul you'd get promoted for! She could hear the fox sniffing the air, and when she glanced back up, he was between her and the doorway- a glimpse of gleaming canines that returned to a grin that reminded her of a lawyer almost. Or a used car salesman. Or Bank Manager. She smiled back. "Interesting... business model, I'll have to ask what kind of services, but I'd really, I should collect my fee and-"

her voice seemed to shift into a more alluring tone, as the mirror behind her showcasing the pizza girl seemed to shift, and further tempt the fox:



Her curvy rump wiggled in the reflection, but clearly she wasn't leaning over a desk, presenting her delicious, plump yet lean body to him, but talking about fees, that sexy body glistening with salty sweat and with the scent of the delicious, garlicky pizza which wafted throughout the room. Jessie's reflected face mouthed the words 'eat me' before licking her plush lips and with a wink as Jessie Xiao continued to explain he owed Pizza Hot about 980 Gilex plus a 12 Gilex Delivery Fee, her voice soft and hazy as she explained all of this.

The fox felt something coming over him as the scent of savory pizza overwhelmed the room - or was it even to blame? He ran his fingers through his hair, buying himself a second to gather composure, as he was almost certain he couldn't be right about what she was saying... the numbers coming to his ears as if someone else was talking over her. "Ah!" He threw his head back in an exaggerated manner. "Of course. How could I forget?" He'd already put his wallet back, reaching again to take it out, yanking a stack of bills from it with his other hand and practically pushing it at her. "Here," he offered, a sizeable sum presented for the taking. It looked like big notes... and without him counting it out, possibly greatly in excess of the required fee. "Go on, now, don't be shy..."

He leaned in behind the money as he offered it, nostrils unmistakably flaring now, his eyes fixed on hers. His presence suddenly loomed, his shoulders squaring in a way that practically encircled her, his wallet hand looking like it was about to drop what it was holding the instant she took the money and... "I won't hold that guarantee against you, don't worry," he assured her, his voice suddenly snapping back to the friendly, businesslike tone he'd first greeted her with. "Leave the unreasonable asks to our business, that's what I say." The money was still there in his hand, presented; was it safe after all...?

Jesse Vincent wrote:The fox felt something coming over him as the scent of savory pizza overwhelmed the room - or was it even to blame? He ran his fingers through his hair, buying himself a second to gather composure, as he was almost certain he couldn't be right about what she was saying... the numbers coming to his ears as if someone else was talking over her. "Ah!" He threw his head back in an exaggerated manner. "Of course. How could I forget?" He'd already put his wallet back, reaching again to take it out, yanking a stack of bills from it with his other hand and practically pushing it at her. "Here," he offered, a sizeable sum presented for the taking. It looked like big notes... and without him counting it out, possibly greatly in excess of the required fee. "Go on, now, don't be shy..."

He leaned in behind the money as he offered it, nostrils unmistakably flaring now, his eyes fixed on hers. His presence suddenly loomed, his shoulders squaring in a way that practically encircled her, his wallet hand looking like it was about to drop what it was holding the instant she took the money and... "I won't hold that guarantee against you, don't worry," he assured her, his voice suddenly snapping back to the friendly, businesslike tone he'd first greeted her with. "Leave the unreasonable asks to our business, that's what I say." The money was still there in his hand, presented; was it safe after all...?

She wasn't aware of the fragile composure of her customer before he threw his head back and yelled 'Ah!', causing her to jump! Her plush assets bobbled like gelatine, her large brown eyes and fluffy lashes fluttered. With the money pushed at her face, she felt hot air brushing against her chest, his nostrils flaring as she looked face to face with his large, golden eyes. She blushed slightly, and with a glance over his cash... big bills indeed, she smiled.



"That's too much! I couldn't take that! Not even for tip!" Jessie says with alarm.

"-how about me offering my meaty, plump body, Sir?" It wasn't Jessie, but her reflection again, coaxing him! "I'd be a better topping than anything our business offers~" It added, the woman in the reflection slowly pulling up her black tank top and her work uniform, her breasts popping out and jiggled teasingly, while she part-took of one of the pizza slices, the stretchy cheese hanging exaggeratedly as she gave him heavy lidded eyes!:

Werk Safeness not Guaranteed:

Her supple form was enticing him in the mirror, while the Jessie before Jesse raised a brow at how he seemed to loom over her now! "Uh... Mr...Vincent?" She says, recalling the name now on the business plate. The money still held out in his hand, as he eased up, and regained composure. Her brown eyes shifting between the money and his smile, and her hand slowly reached for the bills. "You know, I'll just quickly thumb through that...hehe..." she giggled nervously, feeling her heart racing a little, unsure why as she couldn't get an exact bead on the fox...

The moment her fingers touched the bills, his opposite hand surged forward, darting around behind her neck and squeezing where it met her back, concurrent with his face lunging next to hers in an instant with the devilish flash of teeth and maw... or did she imagine it? Just as quickly, he relaxed his grip and resumed his cordial mien, his affected smile, his easy manner. But it was different now. Frighteningly so. It was the ease of someone who knew he was completely in control of the situation, and someone who would take everything he wanted from it. "Oh?" A slow bubble of venom bubbled up in his voice, as if his tongue had suddenly become a snake's... of course, she could see from where she was with every syllable that was distinctly not the case. "Don't you trust me?"

His eyes were focused intently on hers now, those golden circles growing deeper by the moment, every detail refining until they were practically spinning. She'd find it impossible to turn away, or nearly, at least; those eyes, whirling with intent and desire, seemed to draw her closer, his breath now on her neck. "I thought we had the beginnings of a strong, professional relationship," he murmured, the words tumbling out into a haze of heat and steam and vertigo, only beginning to make sense after they all had time to bake in the sweltering foyer. "Was I wrong?" His pupils narrowed, and so did the room. The walls closed in, the floor rushed up, and there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... from the big, bad, hungry fox. His teeth flashed in a mean grin. "And here I was, willing to overlook the fact that you left off one of the meat pizzas," he oozed, letting go of the bills and firmly grasping her upper arm with a bestial grip, sinking his fingers back into her neck. Did she? How difficult a task it had suddenly become to verify - the pies inches away and yet shrouded in a sea of steam and fervor. "But I suppose you can still make it right...?" A question with no need for an answer - his intent, if there had been any doubt, would immediately come clear, his maw popping open impossibly wide to reveal in full detail the animation of that tongue, the sharpness of those teeth, the glistening of those gums... and the depth of that gullet that rushed at her, the fox clamping his mouth around her head and starting to swallow...!

Jesse Vincent wrote:The moment her fingers touched the bills, his opposite hand surged forward, darting around behind her neck and squeezing where it met her back, concurrent with his face lunging next to hers in an instant with the devilish flash of teeth and maw... or did she imagine it? Just as quickly, he relaxed his grip and resumed his cordial mien, his affected smile, his easy manner. But it was different now. Frighteningly so. It was the ease of someone who knew he was completely in control of the situation, and someone who would take everything he wanted from it. "Oh?" A slow bubble of venom bubbled up in his voice, as if his tongue had suddenly become a snake's... of course,  she could see from where she was with every syllable that was distinctly not the case. "Don't you trust me?"

Jessie inhaled sharply as the forward fox drew his other hand forwards, gripping around the base of her neck with a tight, uncomfortable squeeze! It was so quick, that she didn't react, and couldn't with his face so close to hers...! "M-Mister Vincent..!" Jessie stutters, her large brown eyes became beady and wavering in an instant as she gazed into the man's large golden eyes. I... I can't move... She thought, observing him, felt him relax if just briefly, before he shot his face beside hers as if to whisper into her ear... and saw a flash of gleaming canines once more! "M-Mr...?" She began, trailing off, the sound of his tongue waggling as he spoke the words- "Dont you trust me?" - made her stomach sink. He senses were haywire, and her free hand gently pressed against his right shoulder, the feeling of the expensive fabric of his suit on her exposed fingertips and the warmth of his body reminding her this wasn't some day dream...

Jesse Vincent wrote:His eyes were focused intently on hers now, those golden circles growing deeper by the moment, every detail refining until they were practically spinning. She'd find it impossible to turn away, or nearly, at least; those eyes, whirling with intent and desire, seemed to draw her closer, his breath now on her neck. "I thought we had the beginnings of a strong, professional relationship," he murmured, the words tumbling out into a haze of heat and steam and vertigo, only beginning to make sense after they all had time to bake in the sweltering foyer. "Was I wrong?" His pupils narrowed, and so did the room. The walls closed in, the floor rushed up, and there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... from the big, bad, hungry fox. His teeth flashed in a mean grin.

However, she was unable to act. His eyes, the fox's intense golden gaze fixating on her was powerful... intoxicating... hypnotic. She tried to blink and close her eyes, instinctively but in vain tried to push herself away from him, realizing from her training as a kunoichi that she was falling for a trick, and oh how foxes loved to play tricks. But, this was also different... as even with her eyes closed, she could feel his powerful eyes on her, and could see the growing circles of his eyes even in her imagination. "I... should probably go... now..." The pizza girl says lethargically. Her mind and body seemed to be spinning, despite being held by the fox. She could feel his breath on her neck, perspiration rolling down her soft neck and across a jiggling, gelatinous breast as the bead of sweat trickled between her cleavage and around her curves. The room felt hotter, her hazy vision betraying her senses that made her believe she was inside a sauna it was so hot! "W...wrong?" She repeated the Fox, her heavy lidded brown eyes, eyes that seemed to have lost their lustre and become matte since she fell under his suggestive spell, glanced for a way out... but found none. Nothing to keep her away from the hungry gaze of the big, bad, and hungry fox. His lips peeled into a cruel grin, the teeth gleaming before her face. The girl swallowed dryly.

Jesse Vincent wrote:"And here I was, willing to overlook the fact that you left off one of the meat pizzas," he oozed, letting go of the bills and firmly grasping her upper arm with a bestial grip, sinking his fingers back into her neck. Did she? How difficult a task it had suddenly become to verify - the pies inches away and yet shrouded in a sea of steam and fervor. "But I suppose you can still make it right...?" A question with no need for an answer - his intent, if there had been any doubt, would immediately come clear, his maw popping open impossibly wide to reveal in full detail the animation of that tongue, the sharpness of those teeth, the glistening of those gums... and the depth of that gullet that rushed at her, the fox clamping his mouth around her head and starting to swallow...!

"Whah? Huh?" Jessie grunted, weakly, confusedly. "I... left one... out?--haah!" She gasped sharply, surprised by the hand which held the bills now gripped tightly onto her left arm! Her left hand felt the bills drift from her fingers as she glanced from his face to the pizza stacked onto the table. She winced as his other hand sank deeply into the back of her neck, keeping her head immobilized and redirected to face him!

"But I suppose you can still make it right...?"

The steamy room got more intense as the fox asked her that most damning of questions. Unable to break free of the hypnotic 'spell' cast upon her, she was forced to watch as the hungry fox widened his maw with a slight popping sound:


(from Jesse Vincent's profile! )

"Mr. Vincent...!!" Jessie called out, alarmed, weakly though from the pressure on her neck and her weakened mind. Her right hand which was flat on his upper chest gripped at his left lapel, her left arm immobile by his bestial grasp all the while, and her long, shapely legs that tried to step back only awkwardly shifted in place. Her red sneakers slipping against the tile, her ankles twisting as she continued in vain to step away from the man's long, waggling tongue and sea of glistening teeth! "I can reimburse you the missing meat pizza...!" She weakly added, her pinpricked eyes expanding and then receding with terror! Her agape, trembling lips then let out a weak, yet sharp yelp as the tongue touched her chin, and the humidity of his open maw fully descended over her head!

"Nyaaaah?!" Her cap peeled back as his maw quickly advanced and encased her head; the hat catching onto her bouncy ponytail which extended past his snout as he closed his mouth around her! Jessie's face was quickly framed by rows of sharp canines and assaulted by the humidity of his breath and the slimy coating of saliva his rough tongue supplied to her smooth, warm cheeks. Her dilated eyes wavered in the dim light of his velvety maw, the undulating throat ahead of her glistening like runway lights however- as if to highlight the gullet and provoke her mind of the depths that waited for her past that threshold! "Nyaah, Mr. Vincent...?!" She moaned, the exposed fingers through her fingerless gloves clenched at air and at the suit he wore, her right hand now yanking at his expensive silk tie, fingers trembling to get a hold of something, her instincts telling her to try and pull away in spite of the rather sharp teeth digging gently against her supple, smooth, fleshy neck!

There was no stopping him now, his hands digging into her flesh with perhaps more voracity than his teeth - which, mercifully, hadn't drawn blood. Yet. Or at least the trickling down her neck and into the quickly saturating fabric of her outfit could easily be assumed to be saliva, instead. She'd have little time and a rapidly diminishing allowance of light to figure it out, the fox's outrageously powerful jaws clamping around her neck, back, shoulders, his hands tugging at her clothes as hers did at his. She'd find some purchase on his tie, her hands finding quite the opportunity in such a soft, silken piece of fabric wrapped conveniently enough around his neck... and yet, as if he was already a step ahead, any pull at it would yank it clean off his body, uncinching his collar and allowing the top button of his shirt to pop off, landing on her chest and quickly sandwiched between that and his jaw. How it had been tied so loosely and yet presented so cleanly could only be a matter of experience, as if he'd done this song and dance before... and, surely, gotten away with it many times.

The realization would have little time to sink in, as his greedy maw lurched forward and pressed her face to the slick embrace of his throat, a tight wall of flesh threatening to bend her nose in its hesitation before a sudden relaxation tugged her down into the dark, spiralling abyss beyond, her ears assaulted with unknowable words and exultations that echoed and bounced through her head and her environs. And the slime , that mix of saliva and fresh mucosa that followed her down and met her on her way, hardly made it any easier to tell what he was trying to say. Single syllables, surely, if even that... but, at the very least, an appreciative tone for the most part. His tongue slathered down into her now-soaked shirt, finding what succulent flesh it might, rough papillae sampling every inch of her curvaceous breasts while his teeth gnawed at her fabric, shredding it unconsciously. She wasn't going to have an easy time leaving the place, soon enough, even if she managed an escape...

...which would promptly be taken off the table as he hooked his fingers under her belt, yanking her body hips-first into the air! The suit hid well what must have been remarkable upper-body strength, a secondary consideration to how Jessie's entire view of gravity would shift right from under her with no visual cue to help her sense of balance come to terms with it. And even that would likely tie at best with the sinking feeling as gravity now worked against her, the fox having a much easier time of swallowing her down, her face again against a tight barrier of flesh for an eternity that may have been seconds... before finally yielding to her descent, a fog of acrid, sour air greeting her every sense. Jesse's shirt had lost three more buttons by now, and the rest were already straining; the pains of a tailored outfit. Which counted for little when stacked against Jessie's own plight, his hands now gripping her ass and pulling her into that deep and cavernous maw, fingertips threatening to rip the denim of her shorts! And as if to add one final slight... those dextrous and rugged fingers seemed to be pawing about in search of valuables in her pockets just as much as they were after her flesh...

Jesse Vincent wrote:There was no stopping him now, his hands digging into her flesh with perhaps more voracity than his teeth - which, mercifully, hadn't drawn blood. Yet. Or at least the trickling down her neck and into the quickly saturating fabric of her outfit could easily be assumed to be saliva, instead. She'd have little time and a rapidly diminishing allowance of light to figure it out, the fox's outrageously powerful jaws clamping around her neck, back, shoulders, his hands tugging at her clothes as hers did at his. She'd find some purchase on his tie, her hands finding quite the opportunity in such a soft, silken piece of fabric wrapped conveniently enough around his neck... and yet, as if he was already a step ahead, any pull at it would yank it clean off his body, uncinching his collar and allowing the top button of his shirt to pop off, landing on her chest and quickly sandwiched between that and his jaw. How it had been tied so loosely and yet presented so cleanly could only be a matter of experience, as if he'd done this song and dance before... and, surely, gotten away with it many times.

"Naaah....ah...!" Jessie panted, feeling his claws dig into her deep flesh, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth dimple her smooth neck, dragging along its slender length. She quivered, feeling the saliva or was it blood? The fluid dribbling down to her top, mixing with the grease from the pizza and her salty sweat from the humidity of the room and of his maw. "Noo...no!" She moaned, her left hand clenched tight, trying to manipulate her left arm caught tight in his grasp, feeling his claws firm purchase which was almost to the point of drawing blood! Her uniform's hat slipped down her silky, ponytail, the saliva covered item plopping onto the spotless floor that ironically sparkled like a clean plate. The pizza girl blinked, her eyelids stretching the saliva which coated her face, barely able to see through the veil of saliva and dim light. She felt Mr. Vincent's large, and powerful jaws clamp further down, feeling the teeth dig into her shoulder's which caused her struggle harder! "Nyaaah!! S-stop!" She gasped, as her arm was free as his hand shifted position. Squishy, warm, gelatinous orbs pliable in his fuzzy grasp, she could feel his claws tugging and tearing at the uniform top and the black bandeau top beneath, the cloth rolling up, showing off her underbust to no one... save perhaps Mr. Vincent, as the mirror in the back would allow him a third person perspective of his meal. She tried to push him, her right hand yanked the tie down, and instead of a tight noose, felt the silk fabrick slip away from her finger tips! She felt something small and hard shoot between her cleavage, the pearl or tortoise shell button squirming its way between her jiggly tits. "Mmmmhaaa!!" Jessie groaned, clenching her eyes again, her head inching closer to the entrance of his gullet! Surely, he can't just eat me and expect to get away with it?! But that tie... that tie came loose so quickly! I don't like where this is going!! Her mind shrieked, as she tried to knee and push away the hungry fox!

Jesse Vincent wrote:The realization would have little time to sink in, as his greedy maw lurched forward and pressed her face to the slick embrace of his throat, a tight wall of flesh threatening to bend her nose in its hesitation before a sudden relaxation tugged her down into the dark, spiralling abyss beyond, her ears assaulted with unknowable words and exultations that echoed and bounced through her head and her environs. And the slime , that mix of saliva and fresh mucosa that followed her down and met her on her way, hardly made it any easier to tell what he was trying to say. Single syllables, surely, if even that... but, at the very least, an appreciative tone for the most part. His tongue slathered down into her now-soaked shirt, finding what succulent flesh it might, rough papillae sampling every inch of her curvaceous breasts while his teeth gnawed at her fabric, shredding it unconsciously. She wasn't going to have an easy time leaving the place, soon enough, even if she managed an escape...

"Haaah!! N-NO---eeck!" Jessie's strained voice squeaked as her horror stricken face smoothly glides into the quivering, anticipating oesophagus! It was slow and agonizing, the tight walls of flesh wrapping around her face, the pressure so hard she thought her nose would break! Her brown eyes rolling up as she screams against the tongue covering her lips, this impromptu french kiss not one she'd have expected or wanted to receive! Her knees buckled her body still as she slid her hands across his suit, her fingers grasping for any purchase, tugging the clothes furiously before she felt her head sliiide into his gullet with a plop! The sudden relaxation of his throat, just when she didn't think his neck would give way for her head, surprised her! "Woah...aha...uck! Plah!" She spat, wincing as the dark, humid tunnel of flesh covered her face and damp hair with slime! Her fringe clinging to her glossy and soft features wrinkled with a look of terror and disgust! Her heavy lidded gaze couldn't make out anything but animated darkness, and her ears then pounded with the booming tone of his voice! "What?! Acckk!" She coughed, wincing from the booming voice that made her ears ring and her head head spin! Wait... did he just... 'mmmm' me?! He 'mmmm'ed' me!! She thought, her wavering, watery eyes dancing like a pair of fire flies in the darkness, the gleaming whites of her eyes vanishing in the darkness and slime as he inched his maw... further.

His appreciative tone for the taste potentially aside, the fox's rough tongue sneaked its way into her blouse, feeling the tongue rub against her bouncy pair! This caused her to squirm more, her muffled cries echoing down his deep throat! "N-NO! Out of there out of theeeerrrre!!" She gasped, blushing vehemently and clawing at Mr. Vincent's jacket! She felt his tongue slathering her breasts under her tops, cupping and curling around each orb once or twice, the salty uniform inching further up, and soon was yanked up by his tongue!

B-boing~



Her swaying DD's fell away from the black bandeau and the salty, pizza flavour infused shirt which tore and ripped between his teeth! Strips of fabric got caught between his pristine teeth as he munched down on her chest and uniform, cloth that he'd have to pick out later no doubt. The pizza girl's hanging, exposed breasts now slathered by his tongue! Webs and bridges of slime trailing between the perky and tender orbs! All the while, saliva rolled down her glistening torso, down her back and toned stomach, Jessie squirming as the saliva pooled inside her navel, the overflow dripping downwards into her bikini line... Ah... he's lathering me up, that gross...playful tongue has felt my tits up to ease me down his throat no doub- ah, no doubt about it! I gotta escape...wait, th-that's right, my dagger! I still have my-

Jesse Vincent wrote:...which would promptly be taken off the table as he hooked his fingers under her belt, yanking her body hips-first into the air! The suit hid well what must have been remarkable upper-body strength, a secondary consideration to how Jessie's entire view of gravity would shift right from under her with no visual cue to help her sense of balance come to terms with it. And even that would likely tie at best with the sinking feeling as gravity now worked against her, the fox having a much easier time of swallowing her down, her face again against a tight barrier of flesh for an eternity that may have been seconds... before finally yielding to her descent, a fog of acrid, sour air greeting her every sense. Jesse's shirt had lost three more buttons by now, and the rest were already straining; the pains of a tailored outfit. Which counted for little when stacked against Jessie's own plight, his hands now gripping her ass and pulling her into that deep and cavernous maw, fingertips threatening to rip the denim of her shorts! And as if to add one final slight... those dextrous and rugged fingers seemed to be pawing about in search of valuables in her pockets just as much as they were after her flesh...

Jessie's thoughts were cut short, before she could reach back for the weapon she had sheathed above her ass usually covered by that blue sweater wrapped around her waist, the fox surprised her by slipping his hands under her belt and YANKING her upward by her hips!! "Aaaaah?!!" Jessie's muffled cries echoed down his throat, as the woman of 5'9 was raised up, child bearing hips swaying, her thick thighs kicking fiercely! Her cotton red thigh high socks hissed as her thighs rubbed against one another, her knees buckling when she had to rest from pedalling them, her knees bouncing as he held her above his head! "Ahh, what the hell?!" She squeaked, her shoulders easing into the throat, unable to get her bearings as she wiggled and writhed! The disorienting disconnect in the darkness of his undulating gullet was made worse by the pressure on her head, shoulders, arms and chest! Gravity inched the pizza girl down his gullet at a slow, agonizing pace all Jessie could hear was the fox's pleased tone along with the muffled beating of his heart and the groaning roar of the churning stomach in the darkness surrounding her! "I...can't breathe...!" She panted, feeling her head pressing tightly against something hard and resisting her movements, the tongue rolling against her naval all the while, her breasts bulging out his throat and compressed between his throat and her, the breasts flattened against his plush form, that one could perhaps make out the details of her breasts and her hardened nipples as they scraped against the famished fox's rippling, slimy, throat! "Haa...ahaaaa!" Jessie painfully moaned, wrinkling her nose by the choking, acrid fog that greeted her!

Her head dipped down, her stomach sliding up his rough tongue, riding it till the entrance of his slimy gullet while her breasts slithered down and vanished between Mr. Vincent's shoulder blades! Her hips now kissed his maw, her sweater wrapped around her waist which folded over his snout was torn away when he brought his hands around the curves and contours of her swaying, jiggling ass! That slap-able derrière sashayed in his rough grasp! Jessie's muffled indignations were louder, but ignored by this hungry fox as more buttons came undone from his clothing. His admirable abs and chiselled chest Jessie would have probably admired, was now stretching with her body! "MMMph hmmmmmphhh!!" Her muffled screams echoed throughout his 'empty' belly from the outside, Jessie Xiao's hips swaying as his hands clawed her ass greedily, literally. He took away, notably, her only way of escape- her dagger:



It was a tanto style concealable dagger with knuckle duster built in, and a tazer function for non-lethal take downs, it would have given the lucky fox an upset stomach had it remained hidden by the tied sweater which now lie in tatters around him, and beside her fallen slimy uniform hat.

He also found her hover vespa's keys, which had her other weapons for self defensive purposes stashed on board, the bike outside on the street in view of his windows to which Jessie had not noticed and never did. Her wallet, containing her ID with her name 'Jessie Xiao', a photo of herself she was going to send to an old flame as well with "Order pizza again sometime - Jessie" with a lipstick mark on the back:



She had about 1000 Gilex on hand inside in bills. She also had her money bag for her recent deliveries on her belt, which held about 15,000 Gilex given the numerous trips she's taken and also explained her weapons on hand.

"Hand's off my ass!!" Jessie screamed, blushing profusely even though the sly fox couldn't see it. Her ponytail hung below her or above her? She still didn't know, but she kept moaning as his rugged, dexterous fingers continued to pat her plump cheeks for valuables! "I said get o--www!!! OW!!!" The pizza delivery gal shrieks! His rough hands cupping her cheeks and began to stuff her ass down!! This threw her thick thighs into a revolt, the thick flesh trying to entrap his hands as she kicked and pedalled her legs fiercely! Her thigh high red socks swished in the humid air of the office, her red and white sneaks pedalled above the greedy, sly and soon to be plump fox! Jessie groaned within him, unaware of the dire situation, especially given her dagger was now out of harms way and on the floor beside her hat and other belongings... her taut denim short shorts ripped and tore in places thanks to Jesse's aggressive man-handling of her rump roast, pockets turned out... and nothing of value left!

The bountiful finds gave the fox pause - he'd hardly expected to find much in those pockets that seemed to have no room for anything but the generous proportions of his unwilling meal. Naturally, it was the kind of pause that stopped his voice only. Every other facet of his mouth was still very much active, teeth, tongue and throat working in perfect tandem to draw Jessie inexorably into that ever-darkening void of flesh. The sudden release of pressure as her face popped into his stomach, dizzying as it would be, would be replaced almost immediately by the perverse comfort of familiarity as her head quickly filled its new environs and returned to a status quo of tight, slimy pressure, her shoulders soon to join her in this cramped compartment, practically doubling the constrictive pressure all at once... only to be joined by her breasts a moment later. Effortless entry. An intense squeeze. And he intended to fit her whole body in here? There may have been just a sliver of hope that he'd bitten off more than he could chew, as her progress halted momentarily...

Of course, if she knew he was taking this moment - having just swallowed down the plump curve of her hips and ass - to peruse what he'd found on her, that might just bury her. Her juicy thighs hung easily in his mouth, tongue leisurely exploring their surface... almost idly as he looked over his new acquisitions. The cash was certainly welcome income. He had his own way of dealing with collectors, and she just might find some trace of the poor saps sent to collect a bill here and there if she could hold on long enough without blacking out... but there was no substitute for notes in hand sometimes. The keys held some promise of their own, as well, though he would have to guess just what they went with - as it happened, he had been taking a catnap when she pulled up. Almost remembering something, his jaws bit and throat flexed again in concert, burying her supple body another few inches into his own. He'd have plenty of time to figure it out once he'd taken care of business.

But that dagger raised an eyebrow, pausing her descent again in that unnerving half-measure between completely doomed and having the slimmest measure of hope as he bent down to pick it up, squashing her past the already ridiculous point in doing so. Now this... could've been dangerous. He was certain he could handle himself in a fight, naturally, although that certainty wouldn't be put to the test today. But there wasn't much he could've done if it had gone down with her. He couldn't help but smirk, the curve of his lips pinching at the stocking-pressed flesh of her lower thighs as he took another big bucking gulp, and another, forcing her body to curl in an awkward and arguably impossible way in the tight stomach that seemed to give her a consistently diminishing fraction of the room she needed. Things had turned out his way this time, it seemed. He swung and jabbed the dagger playfully at phantoms, swallowing almost an afterthought now - and yet one that came so easily, so readily, that his dexterous tongue popped her shoes off as neatly as if they'd been slippers before wrapping around her feet and tugging the last bit her down into his yawning maw, polishing off the last of her with a weighty bulge down his neck, past his collarbone, and filling out his now rounded, bulging belly. The very last button on his shirt, clinging tenuously around his waist, finally gave up the ghost and shot across the room, ricocheting twice before settling in the corner. Swollen seconds hung in the air, the two presences in the room reduced to one, before...

BRA-A-A-A-AP!!!

Jessie's world quaked violently, what little air had found its way down with her forcibly ejected in a tumultuous upheaval of the crushing meaty world she'd fallen into as her feet joined her at last behind the seal of the fox's esophageal sphincter. And far from settling after, his stomach started to go to work almost immediately, invisible hands... even invisible elbows and knees, it felt like, kneading and pressing into her from all directions in unpredictable and chaotic ways. It might feel a little like a deep tissue massage, if the masseuse had no compunctions about pressing places like her face, or feet... or everywhere else that would be off limits in a legitimate establishment. As if that weren't enough, the darkness itself swayed without measure or warning, enough to make anyone seasick; the fox didn't even have the decency to settle down and let her meet her fate in peace, clearly still making moves of some kind. As if she didn't even slow him down.

The sway stopped for a moment, then stayed that way another. Could there finally be some respite...? At least as much as there could be in a dark and chaotic hell, steadily filling with the sour, slippery fluids that would spell a delivery girl's doom? The promise hung for a moment... before something hot and slimy slid down over her... something. Twisted and tucked in such tight confines, it was hard to tell just where she was now in regards to anything, but the feel of a sludgy mess against her skin was all too distinct, doubled upon in short order by another sticky mass that squished against her and the stomach wall, forcing itself everywhere, notably under and into the remnants of her clothing. With another such treatment coming down from what must count as 'above', the heady scent of garlic began to push against the sour smell of acid, the two mixing and meshing into an inconsistent mess; half promising comfort and warmth that would lull one to sleep, half threatening a toxic danger that would dizzy the mind and panic the senses... and it hardly got better as more pizza and more acid each rose around her in the tight, sweltering prison.

Jesse Vincent wrote:The bountiful finds gave the fox pause - he'd hardly expected to find much in those pockets that seemed to have no room for anything but the generous proportions of his unwilling meal. Naturally, it was the kind of pause that stopped his voice only. Every other facet of his mouth was still very much active, teeth, tongue and throat working in perfect tandem to draw Jessie inexorably into that ever-darkening void of flesh. The sudden release of pressure as her face popped into his stomach, dizzying as it would be, would be replaced almost immediately by the perverse comfort of familiarity as her head quickly filled its new environs and returned to a status quo of tight, slimy pressure, her shoulders soon to join her in this cramped compartment, practically doubling the constrictive pressure all at once... only to be joined by her breasts a moment later. Effortless entry. An intense squeeze. And he intended to fit her whole body in here? There may have been just a sliver of hope that he'd bitten off more than he could chew, as her progress halted momentarily...

Jessie's predicament seemed to become dimmer by the moment, her hope diminishing with the light as her squirming body was steadily dipping down into the humid void. "Achk... ha... ah... tight..." she gasped- "---eeeyyah?!" the pizza girl suddenly yelped, the tongue and teeth which dug into her denim, the feeling of warm saliva running deep into the fabric she could feel it upon her tanned jiggly flesh beneath! There was suddenly a feeling of relief from her neck as her head pushed past that tight, muscular knot! The moment of relief vanished as the tight prison groped around her head, the pressure causing her protesting cries to tighten into a high pitched squeak! "I....can't... breathe....!" She gasped, the sour scent of the stomach swirled around her head! Her thighs, now resting against his slimy jaws, found limited mobility as she tried to kick! Instead, the woman's shapely legs seemed to twitch as the new, warm layer of slime clung to her face and shoulders. Soon, her flopping breasts entered the squeeze, one of the buttons from his shirt still clinging on one of her breasts. "Uggghh, so... tight!!" She gasped, swinging her shoulders side to side viciously. How the hell can he even eat me? This pouch is so tight... maybe, ugh, maybe he'll...-! She thought to herself, struggling as her toned stomach began sliding down the rippling tunnel and into the stomach with her....

Jesse Vincent wrote:Of course, if she knew he was taking this moment - having just swallowed down the plump curve of her hips and ass - to peruse what he'd found on her, that might just bury her. Her juicy thighs hung easily in his mouth, tongue leisurely exploring their surface... almost idly as he looked over his new acquisitions. The cash was certainly welcome income. He had his own way of dealing with collectors, and she just might find some trace of the poor saps sent to collect a bill here and there if she could hold on long enough without blacking out... but there was no substitute for notes in hand sometimes. The keys held some promise of their own, as well, though he would have to guess just what they went with - as it happened, he had been taking a catnap when she pulled up. Almost remembering something, his jaws bit and throat flexed again in concert, burying her supple body another few inches into his own. He'd have plenty of time to figure it out once he'd taken care of business.

As her wide hips and rounded ass slowly slipped down his gullet, her thighs slinked between his jaws... there was that momentary pause as he slid his tongue across the exposed surface of her thigh's flesh. “Nyaah.. Stahhhp!” Jessie gasped, the tongue lapping and glazing her smooth, warm flesh that was slightly salty to his taste. She didn’t know what he was doing, but with her arms free, she batted the tightly groping stomach, her breasts smacking into her face while her ponytail clung to the slimy interior’s surface! “Ugh, stop! Ah, I can’t fit in here!! Let me gooo!” She exclaimed, wriggling her body as best she could in the tight mass of his abdomen! As if to answer her, he swallowed again, and she felt her stomach slide across his ribbed throat, her back pressing against the pit of his belly! How was he possibly going to eat her like this?! She groped around, pushing back the slimy walls… when she felt something, glasses? Not only glasses… clumps of hair or fur, and what she thought may have been bone?!

Jesse Vincent wrote:But that dagger raised an eyebrow, pausing her descent again in that unnerving half-measure between completely doomed and having the slimmest measure of hope as he bent down to pick it up, squashing her past the already ridiculous point in doing so. Now this... could've been dangerous. He was certain he could handle himself in a fight, naturally, although that certainty wouldn't be put to the test today. But there wasn't much he could've done if it had gone down with her. He couldn't help but smirk, the curve of his lips pinching at the stocking-pressed flesh of her lower thighs as he took another big bucking gulp, and another, forcing her body to curl in an awkward and arguably impossible way in the tight stomach that seemed to give her a consistently diminishing fraction of the room she needed. Things had turned out his way this time, it seemed. He swung and jabbed the dagger playfully at phantoms, swallowing almost an afterthought now - and yet one that came so easily, so readily, that his dexterous tongue popped her shoes off as neatly as if they'd been slippers before wrapping around her feet and tugging the last bit her down into his yawning maw, polishing off the last of her with a weighty bulge down his neck, past his collarbone, and filling out his now rounded, bulging belly. The very last button on his shirt, clinging tenuously around his waist, finally gave up the ghost and shot across the room, ricocheting twice before settling in the corner. Swollen seconds hung in the air, the two presences in the room reduced to one, before…

She didn’t get time to ascertain her assumptions, her hips sliding down along with feeling her face which bulged out his chest flatten against the floor, causing the woman to wince! “Ooof!! Ugh….” She moaned, the slimy surface of the stomach lining wrapped around her tightly, almost compressing her there! I can’t breathe… ugh… hard to move… She thought, while he bent over, her body squished between multiple layers of the greedy, gluttonous fox. She supposed there was a ‘taking a bite out of the competition’ joke somewhere around here, but she was fairly certain he didn’t work with pizza… But there was a sudden halt to her movement, and she was able to breath again. “Pheaaaw...aahh… ha…” she gasped, breathing in the humid, acrid air that burnt her throat and made her wheezy. Maybe he wasn’t able to swallow her after all? She was simply too tall and too thick to eat! She was 5’9, he was what? A little over or under 6’? She could feel her denim clad ass gripped by the throat, slime and saliva running through to her black undies. Her thighs, covered in saliva that were soaking into her thigh high socks, flutter kicked, her knees still able to bend and pedal started up in spite of the teeth! “C’mon… lemme… out!!” She screamed, which was only muffled by the thick fur of the fox!

She felt his lips curling, each thigh felt the rise of his lips, a grin? She felt said lips now pinching down on her thigh highs, her right stocking peeling back having snagged onto one of his teeth as he resumed swallowing! “Uaaahh!!” Jessie screamed, wide eyed, feeling her ass sliding down his throat, her thick thighs slowly squeezing their way down as well! “No no no no, no eating!!” Jessie’s large brown eyes glanced all over, her slimy face twitching with an expression of fear before her face was forced against the stomach wall, stifling her complaints, her voice reverberating, vibrating the slimy, muscle like lining! Her body was sliding down in an uncomfortable manner, her knees spread out in an attempt to slow her descent, but she found her arms now above her head, trying to push against the lower belly’s lining, and then the world began to shake and sway! “Uaaaa!! What the hell are you doing?!!” She screamed, her lips rubbing against the slimy stomach, which made her quiver and full body shiver with disgust! The world continued to sway and swing violently and being upside down didn’t help! “Ahhhh!!” She screamed, closing her eyes, feeling sick as he played with the knife, his belly swinging with her upper body bulging out of it as he did!

She felt her ass roll down her rapidly fluttering knees no longer spread wide to try and halt her advance, for her knees were forced into the throat! His neck bulged his tongue slipping around her ankles, popping off her sneakers which bounced off Jessie’s body visibly bulging out of his chest! She could feel the tongue wrap around her wiggling feet, before pulling her into the yawning throat! “MMmmmmppppppphhh!!” Jessie the pizza delivery girl’s screams going unheard, with a snap of his jaws and a deep, audible swallow!

Her right stocking, peeled off her naked foot, the slimy legging clinging to the back of his teeth as her body descended, her bent knees threatened to choke him, slowing the pizza girl’s downward motion by an agonizing slither… but her pace picked up again, and the bulge vanished past his collar bone!

Jessie’s body uncomfortably curled up inside his stomach, her girth caused the fabric of his expensive shirt to stretch before finally, the button popped off with intense force, revealing the upside down woman’s uncomfortably compact frame bulging from his bouncing paunch!




Jessie’s legs had shot into the stomach, her upside down, curvy form in a compromising position seen through his fur, the curves of her body twitching erratically for the few seconds she was visible, before Jessie’s nubile form slid away. Jessie’s features no longer visible, Jesse Vincent’s distended belly jiggled as his pizza girl meal settled nicely inside the tight, humid, and slimy chamber...

The woman cringed, her flexible body bent in the odd position yet, with her head between her calves. “So hot… no, you can’t eat me… if you digest me, I-I-I’ll go to your thighs! I’ll mess up your abs! How do you expect to get away with eating me?!” She cried, probably familiar lines uttered by previous victims…

His answer however...

Jesse Vincent wrote:
BRA-A-A-A-AP!!!

Jessie's world quaked violently, what little air had found its way down with her forcibly ejected in a tumultuous upheaval of the crushing meaty world she'd fallen into as her feet joined her at last behind the seal of the fox's esophageal sphincter. And far from settling after, his stomach started to go to work almost immediately, invisible hands... even invisible elbows and knees, it felt like, kneading and pressing into her from all directions in unpredictable and chaotic ways. It might feel a little like a deep tissue massage, if the masseuse had no compunctions about pressing places like her face, or feet... or everywhere else that would be off limits in a legitimate establishment. As if that weren't enough, the darkness itself swayed without measure or warning, enough to make anyone seasick; the fox didn't even have the decency to settle down and let her meet her fate in peace, clearly still making moves of some kind. As if she didn't even slow him down.

His loud belch caused the stocking clinging to the back row of his maw to unfurl, wavering like a wind sock that streamed and wavered between the space of his open maw! The red cotton stocking was soaked with sticky saliva, now hanging off the side of his lower jaw, slapping against his luxuriously furry cheek.

Aside from the single legging, her red and white sneakers, cap, blue sweater and what he had filched off her jiggling ass… nothing else was left of Jessie Xiao, who’s body wriggled in the tight confines of her fleshy prison… soon to meet her maker!

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The immense belch rattled her brain against her skull! Being upside down for so long had already left the woman fairly disoriented and light headed, with all the blood rushing to her head yet, but the quaking stomach walls shook her up further. “Ahhh--aah hah?!” Jessie gasped, eyes white with the realization that the fox burped her air! Being Beijionese, she could hold her breath for a very long time, practically fish they were- but without air to store, she was doomed!! “So… hot…” she wheezed, nose wrinkled from the sour smell of the stomach. The juices of the stomach which caused her long brunette bangs to cling to her face started building up again, the stomach now began to knead her! “Ah, what, oh Gods no, not like this!” She gasped, blushing her toned belly slothered with saliva and slime, her slick, large tits jiggling against the massaging tissue that deeply rubbed against her body!

“Haha, sot- ticklish-NO! AH!” She laughed and gasped, as the massaging tissue rubbed at her ticklish soles, then at her sensitive thighs, crotch, nipples. She was panting, flustered, disgusted, exhausted, and uncomfortably cramped between fleshy walls! Jessie’s complaints again, snuffed by the taut, groping walls of flesh that hugged her body completely. It only continued to get worse as the darkness that engulfed her began to shift and sway! She moaned, low and husky… almost a feathery sigh. The world swaying side to side with her, she had to guess he was moving… not giving her the decency to settle and digest! “Ahh...aack…!” She coughed, feeling the noxious fumes choking her lungs, the slimy fluids caking her rolled up shirt and causing webs of slime to trail between her folded limbs and jiggling ass as well as those DD’s being massaged by the fleshy interior!  How can he even move? 120 pounds of struggling woman inside his belly and he can still heft me around?! How strong is this fox?! She asked herself, not that she would get any answers...

Jesse Vincent wrote:
The sway stopped for a moment, then stayed that way another. Could there finally be some respite...? At least as much as there could be in a dark and chaotic hell, steadily filling with the sour, slippery fluids that would spell a delivery girl's doom? The promise hung for a moment... before something hot and slimy slid down over her... something. Twisted and tucked in such tight confines, it was hard to tell just where she was now in regards to anything, but the feel of a sludgy mess against her skin was all too distinct, doubled upon in short order by another sticky mass that squished against her and the stomach wall, forcing itself everywhere, notably under and into the remnants of her clothing. With another such treatment coming down from what must count as 'above', the heady scent of garlic began to push against the sour smell of acid, the two mixing and meshing into an inconsistent mess; half promising comfort and warmth that would lull one to sleep, half threatening a toxic danger that would dizzy the mind and panic the senses... and it hardly got better as more pizza and more acid each rose around her in the tight, sweltering prison.

Then… the world stopped moving, her nauseousness subsiding only a little… her head still spinning however. “I… am so dizzy right now…” She gagged, spreading her arms against the taut flesh, her curvy frame wriggling within her meaty prison! His paunch bulged and wiggled with her movements… and they would become only more pronounced! Jessie’s curvy frame covered with his sizzling, slippery fluids, the sour scent and heat increasing! “Shit… this is how I’ll end up?” She asked herself, her heart racing when she winced! “Ow!!!” The sensation of something hot, and slimy dripped over her toned stomach, pooling around her navel! She struck out at it, pawing at the intangible dank darkness before her, body twisted and alone in the dark, tucked away in this claustrophobic manner! The hot, slimy substance continued to dribble in, the sludgy mess building up quickly, clinging to the pizza girl as she tried to wipe it off! “Wh-what is this?! Gross…!” She coughed, but it wouldn’t take long after the scent of garlic assaulted her nostrils that she realize she was swatting at cheese! “Y-You’re still hungry?!” Jessie pants, before more of the sticky mass entered and found itself crawling into and under her soaked clothing! She squirmed, screaming and clawed at the mass of sticky cheese coating her ass, her bare right foot pressing against something hard sliding around in the belly with her, the identity of which she’d rather not figure out…

“Oh Gods… ah….!” She gasped, feeling stretchy cheese dribble over her face, chin, and brow! The humidity only seemed to increase, the mixing scent of the acidic fluids eating her, her clothing, and the pizza she had delivered, with the overpowering garlic. The noxious, disorienting scent only stacked with her addled mind and upside down and seasick stricken body. She began to sweat profusely as the heat continued to rise, the sticky and sizzling sensations made Jessie squirm, using her arms to pry her head away from the rising stomach fluids! “Oh...Gah..Gods,” She gagged, the fluids and sticky mush flowing up past her eyes, threatening to reach her trembling, plush pink lips! “N-NO---!!”

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Jesse’s stomach gurgled with action, as the pizza girl’s curvy form somewhat visible through his elastic furry paunch became obscured by the added nutrients of the ingested pizza. The employee of the month didn’t think she’d be on the menu, but it looked like Jessie Xiao’s smiling image back at the head Pizza Hot office would be removed from the wall in the month ahead, given her… ‘absence’.



As she was buried by mounds of cheese and sauce, Jessie wondered if she’d survive, or if someone would save her, or if she would be reduced to a skeleton and absorbed by the suave, Jesse Vincent…

Gurgle…Glorp...

While said fox enjoyed his overindulgence of meat covered pizzas and pizza covered pizza girls, his office phone began to ring. His stomach shrank a little, jiggled and wiggled with movement as Jessie began to panic within, her voice lost to his stomach’s satisfying growls that would have thundered in her ears.

RING RING RING Continued the phone.

Jessie Xiao wrote:

Jesse’s stomach gurgled with action, as the pizza girl’s curvy form somewhat visible through his elastic furry paunch became obscured by the added nutrients of the ingested pizza. The employee of the month didn’t think she’d be on the menu, but it looked like Jessie Xiao’s smiling image back at the head Pizza Hot office would be removed from the wall in the month ahead, given her… ‘absence’.



As she was buried by mounds of cheese and sauce, Jessie wondered if she’d survive, or if someone would save her, or if she would be reduced to a skeleton and absorbed by the suave, Jesse Vincent…

Gurgle…Glorp...

While said fox enjoyed his overindulgence of meat covered pizzas and pizza covered pizza girls, his office phone began to ring. His stomach shrank a little, jiggled and wiggled with movement as Jessie began to panic within, her voice lost to his stomach’s satisfying growls that would have thundered in her ears.

RING RING RING Continued the phone.

Kimi Graywillow's voice soon penetrated the office air, the lone fox with his bulging paunch still within range to answer as the woman's voice reverberated across lavishly thrown together interior:

"Hello, this is Kimiko Graywillow. I've called again about the position you are offering for your business? If you haven't received my resume before, you should in a few more moments," Her voice was calm and confident, and soon her resume was deposited from a nearby fax machine:

https://galiavan2657.forumotion.com/t12p100-characters-human#13263

"I believe I am more than adequately qualified for the position or any positions you have in mind, Mr. Vincent." Continued the woman, who paused if to anticipate someone to answer the phone... unaware of the event transpiring between Mr. Vincent and his slowly digesting lunch!

The fox was midway through a second slice of gooey pizza when the answering machine came on, hardly able to hear that or the ringing over the sound of his own body; the gurgling, shifting chaos in his guts, the thrumming heartbeat in his ears from a combination of predatory mania and physiological causes, and the smacking of his own mouth even now biting into the cheesy pie blended into a kind of bodily concert. And, of course, he was most focused through that on his meal's protests and complaints, deriving a twisted satisfaction at the results of his handiwork. "Still hungry...? No... no," he managed to breathe out between bites. "Don't sell yourself... that short. Just be... a shame to waste... all this delicious..." She could maybe take the smallest satisfaction in how incapacitated she seemed to make him, however miniscule the victory. And considering he was still standing, it could hardly be called much more than that. Nor could it be called a worthwhile trade as the gastric juices that surrounded her swiftly rose to fill every bit of space or gap that had somehow been left to her, quicker still because of just how little room she'd had. At least the dizzying garlic could no longer penetrate through, but then again, stomach acid wasn't exactly breathable...

It was the fax machine spewing out a sheet that first dragged him out of his gluttonous reverie. He squinted, trying to make out the delivery from where he stood, hardly wanting to leave the support of the table before hearing the continuing message. He couldn't make out the contents of the page, exactly, but he had seen enough resumes in his time to recognize the formatting, and the snippet of message his ears honed in on, "-qualified for the position or any positions you have in mind, Mr. Vincent," confirmed it. More than that, it was plenty of motivation to heft his heaving guts over to the phone, wobbling, sloshing, bouncing and quaking the pitch black innards; as if Jessie would find herself being shaken into some vile mixed drink! Lifting the receiver, he instinctively slicked back his hair and waited a precise fraction of a second before speaking.

"Shrewd Solutions LLC, pardon the delay, of course we'd be excited to have you on board," he answered about as blindly as could be in an immaculately practiced professional tone, no trace of any burdens finding their way into his baritone voice. Wonderful thing about phone receivers - none of the gurgles, churns or growls from mere feet away carried into the conversation, even as they grew loud enough to echo off the walls. Though he shielded it from any possibility with one hand regardless. "I was just reviewing your resume personally and deciding on the kind of compensation package we might be able to offer for a candidate with your unique skill stack. If you're available to drop by the office we could discuss salary and benefits?" It was a baldfaced lie, of course, but one told without the slightest iota of hesitation. The fox's tail swished, brushing at the spotless floor behind him, a smirk crossing his face as he awaited her reply. It was almost too easy...

Jesse Vincent wrote:The fox was midway through a second slice of gooey pizza when the answering machine came on, hardly able to hear that or the ringing over the sound of his own body; the gurgling, shifting chaos in his guts, the thrumming heartbeat in his ears from a combination of predatory mania and physiological causes, and the smacking of his own mouth even now biting into the cheesy pie blended into a kind of bodily concert. And, of course, he was most focused through that on his meal's protests and complaints, deriving a twisted satisfaction at the results of his handiwork. "Still hungry...? No... no," he managed to breathe out between bites. "Don't sell yourself... that short. Just be... a shame to waste... all this delicious..." She could maybe take the smallest satisfaction in how incapacitated she seemed to make him, however miniscule the victory. And considering he was still standing, it could hardly be called much more than that. Nor could it be called a worthwhile trade as the gastric juices that surrounded her swiftly rose to fill every bit of space or gap that had somehow been left to her, quicker still because of just how little room she'd had. At least the dizzying garlic could no longer penetrate through, but then again, stomach acid wasn't exactly breathable...

It was the fax machine spewing out a sheet that first dragged him out of his gluttonous reverie. He squinted, trying to make out the delivery from where he stood, hardly wanting to leave the support of the table before hearing the continuing message. He couldn't make out the contents of the page, exactly, but he had seen enough resumes in his time to recognize the formatting, and the snippet of message his ears honed in on, "-qualified for the position or any positions you have in mind, Mr. Vincent," confirmed it. More than that, it was plenty of motivation to heft his heaving guts over to the phone, wobbling, sloshing, bouncing and quaking the pitch black innards; as if Jessie would find herself being shaken into some vile mixed drink! Lifting the receiver, he instinctively slicked back his hair and waited a precise fraction of a second before speaking.

"Shrewd Solutions LLC, pardon the delay, of course we'd be excited to have you on board," he answered about as blindly as could be in an immaculately practiced professional tone, no trace of any burdens finding their way into his baritone voice. Wonderful thing about phone receivers - none of the gurgles, churns or growls from mere feet away carried into the conversation, even as they grew loud enough to echo off the walls. Though he shielded it from any possibility with one hand regardless. "I was just reviewing your resume personally and deciding on the kind of compensation package we might be able to offer for a candidate with your unique skill stack. If you're available to drop by the office we could discuss salary and benefits?" It was a baldfaced lie, of course, but one told without the slightest iota of hesitation. The fox's tail swished, brushing at the spotless floor behind him, a smirk crossing his face as he awaited her reply. It was almost too easy...

Kimi was about to hang up when she heard the voice through the receiver answer her! "Oh, that is great to hear!" She said between his pause. "Well I figure since your 'legitimate' business seems to be aimed at... providing specific solutions to problems... one of my skillset could perhaps be able to help." She explained. "I can go into detail more when I arrive. Any time good for you? I mean I'm on my way to the city now, my arrival time is in the hour or less." She explained, all the while, having been talking on a airship corridor headed for the coastal city since she was going to live in the Breland area regardless if she got the job.

Jessie all the while, in her blinding darkness, the stomach trying to massage her into a more 'manageable' state, felt seasick again as the belly churned and swished with her weight. Part of her, did feel a little humbled she was apparently a worthy hearty meal, but... it was that same line of thought which also bothered her. She replied in her own way, but trying to kick up in the tight confines, or pinch at the stomach walls with her fingers. She could feel the fizzle of his acids against her skin, and patting around her pockets found new holes ripping into the denim! Her clothing was dissolving, but not by too much... she remembered seeing something on the Galanet that some clothing don't digest too well but that really... really didn't help her mindset right this moment!

Fiercely, she tries to escape the rising fluids, wanting to take in new air into her lungs, his stomach rippling and bulging with her internal assaults! The gurgles and the groans made it near impossible to tell... but Jessie speculated that Mr. Vincent was talking on the phone with a potential employee... and even if she could use her mouth to cry out for help, she knew his flesh and fur were too thick to penetrate! She squirmed again, as the pizza girl and her delivery continued to break down in that slimy darkness!

"Sounds great," he replied, letting her hang again for just that intuitively calculated moment, as if drawing her to lean in. "The office is always open. We'd be glad to have you drop in anytime." Maybe it was a little more of a moment than he'd meant, for such an effect? He could hardly be blamed, considering the circumstances; time started to dilate when one was lost in predatory rapture. The pizza called to him even now, his insatiable carnivorous urges compelling him to consume, his stomach kicking into high gear around the meal it already savored, tossing Jessie's hapless form about in the confines of his manly midsection. More acid rushed in, more bitter than sweet - for the tiny bit of space it afforded her, pushing his stomach walls just a little ways apart, it was still more of the stuff that threatened to break her down into mush... her clothes leading the charge, fraying, loosing, starting to come off her body as they became more like wet tissue paper, and eventually fabric flotsam in the sour soup. "You have the address?" His voice, if it [i]had[i] lost any of that tempered professional mien, sounded perfectly focused and calm now... even as the swaying bulge in his gut began to flatten, ever so slowly.

Jesse Vincent wrote:"Sounds great," he replied, letting her hang again for just that intuitively calculated moment, as if drawing her to lean in. "The office is always open. We'd be glad to have you drop in anytime." Maybe it was a little more of a moment than he'd meant, for such an effect? He could hardly be blamed, considering the circumstances; time started to dilate when one was lost in predatory rapture. The pizza called to him even now, his insatiable carnivorous urges compelling him to consume, his stomach kicking into high gear around the meal it already savored, tossing Jessie's hapless form about in the confines of his manly midsection. More acid rushed in, more bitter than sweet - for the tiny bit of space it afforded her, pushing his stomach walls just a little ways apart, it was still more of the stuff that threatened to break her down into mush... her clothes leading the charge, fraying, loosing, starting to come off her body as they became more like wet tissue paper, and eventually fabric flotsam in the sour soup. "You have the address?" His voice, if it had lost any of that tempered professional mien, sounded perfectly focused and calm now... even as the swaying bulge in his gut began to flatten, ever so slowly.

Kimi to the fox sounded rather oblivious to his actions over the phone, much to his delight and the pizza girls dismay. "Excellent then!" She said over the call, thumbing through the papers she had, and found the Ad from which she called again. "Y-yeah, there it is. Hope I won't be much of a bother, you sound like you just woke up." She chuckled.

Jesse Vincent wrote:"Sounds great," he replied, letting her hang again for just that intuitively calculated moment, as if drawing her to lean in. "The office is always open. We'd be glad to have you drop in anytime." Maybe it was a little more of a moment than he'd meant, for such an effect? He could hardly be blamed, considering the circumstances; time started to dilate when one was lost in predatory rapture. The pizza called to him even now, his insatiable carnivorous urges compelling him to consume, his stomach kicking into high gear around the meal it already savored, tossing Jessie's hapless form about in the confines of his manly midsection. More acid rushed in, more bitter than sweet - for the tiny bit of space it afforded her, pushing his stomach walls just a little ways apart, it was still more of the stuff that threatened to break her down into mush... her clothes leading the charge, fraying, loosing, starting to come off her body as they became more like wet tissue paper, and eventually fabric flotsam in the sour soup. "You have the address?" His voice, if it had lost any of that tempered professional mien, sounded perfectly focused and calm now... even as the swaying bulge in his gut began to flatten, ever so slowly.

Whoever wrote that article on the Galanet saying that your clothes don't dissolve too well? Was obviously never devoured by this insatiable fox before! She squirmed and kicked as her clothing sloshed off like tissue paper in the bubbling cauldron that was his stomach now! "Help, please!" She spat allowed a pocket of air again! She cringed though, the burning sensation increasing as she now was down to her lacy black underwear...!



Her breasts bobbed above the acidic mire like buoys in a bubbling swamp, the sticky fluids and the stretching cheese from the pizza he continued to devour stretched across her lovely, smooth body! Her fringe clung over her eyes, her ponytail sticking to her neck and bare back! Her body was becoming red in color, and burning whilst the fluids sizzled and the cheese coated other parts of her curvaceous form! It was then, the fleshy walls advanced, the belly compressing and tightening her air supply! "No, NO Nooo-urk!!" She squeaked, one eye closing while the other, half lidded, twitched as she felt the weight of the belly contents press against her nearly naked form, and push her deeper into the depths of his manly, bouncing belly...

Groaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn.....

With her silenced beneath the bubbling murk, it was anyone's guess as to how long the Pizza girl was going to last...

There was a long bit of silence coming in through the phone, and Kimi mistook Jesse's bliss with impatience! "Uhm, yeah you know I"ll just head on over now. I'll be there as soon as possible, okay? Okay, I'll see you soon Mr. Vincent." She says, disconnecting the call while Jessie's muffled moans and struggled movements got softer, and Jesse's stomach got flatter...

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A few hours later, there was another buzz at Mr. Vincent's door, but instead of the pizza girl, it was his new employee:

"Mr. Vincent? Its Kimi Greywillow... may I come in?" She called out from the other side of the door, trying the handle...