"I'll put your order in and be back with the first course momentarily," the rabbit states while giving a short bow.
 
You make idle chat with Zack for a couple of minutes before the rabbit returns with your dishes. He sets them down in front of you and wishes you luck before hopping away to take care of others. You find it a tad odd to be wished luck when having dinner. You ignore those words and just dig into your first course. It isn't a dish overly large or complicated, but it's wonderfully presented and tastes phenomenal. You work through it quickly enough and then go back to chatting with your friend.
 
While waiting for the second dish to show up you start feeling odd. There's an empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. It's made stranger by the fact that you just ate. You start feeling woozy and Zach eyes you strangely from his seat.
 
"You feel alright?" he asks while snapping his finger at you. "You look weird..."
 
Your reply is a shrug and you struggle to shake off the feeling as the waiter returns with you second dish. He wishes you luck again and slips back off into the crowded restaurant. You begin thinking that this meal challenge isn't everything that it seems. You stare at your plate of food and take the occasional glance up at your friend, whose busy working on his meal. You pick at your dinner. The taste is exceptional, much like the first course, but every bite leaves you feeling dizzy. A groan slips from your mouth as the world around you spins. You try shaking your head and force yourself into a more alert state. You see Zack stare at you before he starts looking over his own form. You both seem to be getting smaller. You decide that dinner isn't worth this and try jumping from your chair. As your feet hit the floor you feel the rest of your body freeze up. You fall to the ground with a thud and watch a set of thick toes wiggle inches from your nose.
 
"Oh, looks like you've both lost your meal challenge..." the voice belongs to your waiter, you're sure of that!
 
"...what?" You muster out that single word as rabbit toes spread and then work down upon your face, smothering you in thick musky scent. It's apparent by the heavy aroma that your waiter's been working most of the day!
 
The rabbit wipes one foot over your face and the other along the back of your skull before looking down at you, "Oh dear. Seems there's been a misunderstanding." The rabbit steps away from you before returning, idly placing one foot beneath your chin and the other on top of your head. "There's a clause in the bottom corner of the menu's challenge page. I thought you'd both had read it. You may partake in this challenge and be rewarded for completing it. However, be warned that all dishes you ingest have a chemical compound in them that act in different ways. If you finish every bite of food you'll be rewarded. If you succumb to any consequence the food may do to you, you forfeit any remaining hotel time and can be served in your current state."
 
The rabbit shifts and reaches down and plucks you off the ground. You see him do the same to Zack, who's also frozen and about a foot tall. The rabbit squeezes the two of you to his sides and then makes his way past a few tables and into the kitchen.
 
"I got two more main courses ready for use! Just need to rinse one down because they fell on the floor!"
 
The rabbit's voice carries through the whole kitchen as he sets Zack down on what appears to be a prep table. You travel with your waiter further into the kitchen and end up being put into a large sink.
 
"We won't tell anyone about the feet smell..."
 
The rabbit blows a kiss to you and then turns on the faucet. Warm water starts pouring over you. After a minute the rabbit shuts the water off and walks away.
 
"Main course rinsed and ready in the sink!"
 
*****
 
You watch various chefs walk by the sink, each one of them eyeballing you. One even comes over and inspects you before leaving, obviously not finding you to be what's needed for their recipe. Every time the coast is clear you try and wiggle. You hope that eventually whatever drug you took would wear off. It seems natural that it would as people eating living creatures would want them wiggling, even if it's eventually.
 
Time ticks by and you start worrying about Zack and what's happening to him. You try not to fret too much about your friend and instead go back to trying to move any part of your body. Just as you feel life returning to your fingers and toes a burly brown bear in a black chef jacket lifts you from the sink. He gives you a quick inspection and then carries you through the kitchen and places you down on a cutting board. You gurgle out a soft whine as the one thing in your line of sight is a huge knife. The bear chortles when he notices what you're seeing and relocates it to a nearby drawer.
 
You feel thick fingers start groping and prodding against your naked and stiff body. The bear feels you up from toes to neck and then squirts a gel like liquid over your back. His hands go to work kneading that mess across every inch of you. Your stomach and chest get slathered as does your crotch and backside. The bear moves down your legs to squishes a finger between each toe. He then glides his paws up and over your shoulders before working globs of the gel over your face. A thick fishy aroma fills your nostrils. The gel is very fish based though you can only smell it now that it's covering your head. Once your entire head is covered the bear steps away, allowing your body to marinate in the fishy gel.
 
Unknowing of what your fate is to be you just mumble something to yourself and then try and wiggle. Much to your surprise, your entire body shifts slightly. You take a glimpse around the kitchen ahead of you and then start to rapidly squirm against that cutting board. Your body starts to slide and just when it looks like you'll be falling from the counter, the chef from before grabs you and sets you back in place.
 
"Let go of me!" you demand while struggling against the huge ursine.
 
The next set of words about to leave your mouth stay put as the bear wedges several sticks of cucumber and carrot inside once you open up. You grimace and try to bite through it, but find the pieces to be much too thick. The bear starts wrapping your legs in seaweed, utterly binding your lower half up. He then does the same with your arms, pinning them to your sides as he surrounds you with green. The bear lays your foot tall body onto a white platter and then adds two scoops of rice alongside it. He then carefully arranges different types of fish around the platter before drizzling you with what smells like soy sauce.
 
"Order for table 19 ready to go!"
 
*****
 
You watch helplessly from the platter as another waiter, this one a bull, swing by the chef's table and lift you from it. They carry you back into the opening dining area. You twitch about in your seaweed wrappings and soon find yourself being placed on a table belonging to a group of three red panda's dressed in form fitting suits. The waiter pulls chopsticks from his apron and hands each guest a set. They thank him before going back to talking amongst themselves. It's very obviously business related as you hear various numbers being brought up as you weakly worm about. As the three chat they begin using their utensils to pluck up the pieces of fish and rice that had been placed along your side. Occasionally, they'd dip the fish into the soy sauce and fish oil that's covering you. You try and tell them to set you free, but the vegetables in your mouth force every word to come out as an inaudible muffle.
 
The red pandas pretty much ignore you while they eat and talk. Every so often they would pick tablets and do something with them. You can't see much from where you're at. You do catch the glimpse of a hotel's picture. It takes the red panda's about forty minutes to finish everything on the plate, minus you. You hope that they're not planning on finishing up. Can't sell food that's already been brought out to customers and not eaten! You hear them start talking about the last remaining sushi, something that quickly makes you frown and start shifting around again. You don't get anywhere, but you do notice the three of them play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors. It takes but a single game to seal your fate. The three red pandas get up from the table and shake hands with one another before the two that had lost the game leave. You watch as the last remaining panda removes his jacket and hangs it over the back of his chair. He then starts to unbutton his white shirt. You've got a very bad feeling that he's been to this particular restaurant before! He folds his shirt neatly and sets it down on the chair next to him before taking his seat. He gives his stomach a small rub and squeeze before bowing his head and muttering a few words. You mumble back at him in a last ditch effort to get him to not eat you. It doesn't seem to work.
 
You watch as the panda dips his chin to the table and then opens up. The rank smell of fish pours from that muzzle, the scent blasting you dead in the face. You feel your face contort to the odor in an unpleasant manner as your entire head starts to slide into the jaws of the businessman. His soft tongue drags along the side of your face and neck, each lick removing the thick soy and fish oil that covers you. You grunt a little at the sensual feeling of being licked, unable to stop yourself from groaning in pleasure. The second that fishy taste vanishes from the side of your face, the red panda swallows with all of his might. Your head surges along that tongue and down into the snug esophagus ahead.
 
The smell doesn't improve now that your head and shoulders are compacted in tight flesh. You shout with your mouth full, trying hard again to plead your case of not being food to someone that was currently devouring you. You feel the panda's tongue gliding across your chest now while happy groans echo around your head. At least the panda thinks you taste really good. Another gulp sends you a little deeper. You soon feel the platter beneath you shifting, the red panda lifting the back of it from his table. He makes a makeshift slide and allows gravity to aid him in ingesting you. His tongue takes quick licks over your sternum and belly. He swallows after each one. Your body is soon making a streamlined bulge that's moving under that furry pelt. The panda's tongue begins to teasingly work itself over your crotch. You gasp out in surprise and grind your hips forward, but then start kicking your feet about. You buck your hips again when the panda's tongue begins to clean that area of your body. You start giving him another unique taste. A happy groan echoes out around as he lets his tongue dabble there for an extra minute or two. You feel pretty teased and violated by the time your hips squelch down into that throat with the rest of you, but that doesn't stop you from humping against that rhythmically tugging gullet.
 
The panda hastily works your bound legs down without much effort. It takes just two hard swigs to get you fully compacted inside red panda maw. His tongue once more teases at your feet, the nimble appendage smearing between each of your toes. You shift and struggle about inside that throat as the businessman takes one final, strong gulp of your form. You drain down into the center of that creature and stretch his taut black furred belly just a tad. The red panda itches at you through his stomach to get you settled in before firmly patting at his gut. The stomach convulses around you before the red panda belches heavily. You manage to hear him excuse himself through the folds of that stomach.
 
Still bound by seaweed, you feebly twist this way and that in the panda's stomach. You're lying atop chewed fish and what smells like booze that the panda had consumed earlier. It takes every bit of effort you have to keep your head above that muck. The gut around you starts to squeeze around you and you feel movement from the outside, hands jostling and nudging down where the panda's waist would be. You weren't sure what was going on, but the panda belched again, this one much less loud. It does a good job of tightening you into a ball. Your body sinks into the mush surrounding you and no matter how much you struggle you can't get your head above it. Things once more get tighter and you finally figure that all this motion is probably due to the panda putting his shirt and jacket back on. Even if someone had seen you get swallowed there was literally no chance of them seeing your body bulging out panda gut. Unable to free yourself, you just let the sound of the stomach churning along with the strong, rancid smell of fish overcome you.