What am I even doing? Wandering around aimlessly, after losing my job? I've got less than a few thousand yen in savings... I'm not even going to be able to pay rent at this rate. I really want to kick something, but there are people in the busy streets every which way I turn... I'm feeling suffocated.I need to unwind, take my mind off of this. I'll be better once I cool my head and-

Huh?

In my agitated drift through the back streets of Southtown, I somehow found myself in front of a bar I've never heard of. The "Illusion". Heh, fitting name. It seemed dead, with no cars parked nearby, and no one walking down the street. I've got my savings that wouldn't even put a dent in my debts tucked away in my back pocket... Why not enjoy myself, go all out? Sure, it's the middle of the day, but surely whatever grizzly dude parked boredly inside would never turn down a paying customer!

The inside was surprisingly cozy, with nice dark lighting to give you that late night atmosphere, even during the day. It was completely empty inside, as I expected, except for a blonde-haired bartender with short hair, conked out behind the bar. I strode over to him, and took a seat in front of the man. He didn't rouse, even from that. Jeez, what if I was a robber?

*Ahem*

Snoring was my response.

*Aheeeeeeem*

He turned his head in his sleep, giving me a better look at his face. He was surprisingly feminine looking, I always thought skinheads and bearded bad-asses were the types who ran these joints. I decided to just get it over with, and gently nudged his shoulder.

The man's pretty blue eyes shot open, and glared directly into my own, before he sprung into action. Before I had any clue what was going on, his legs, clad in tight, burgundy pants, were wrapped around my head. I was slammed roughly into the wooden floor. I couldn't even gasp, before those suspiciously soft legs constricted my breathing.

"And just what do you think you're doing here?" a sweet voice drifted into my ears. I could hardly believe it, there's no way the owner of that voice could be a man. I felt around her meaty thighs wrapped around my neck... Yep, definitely a woman. Her iron grip tightened even tighter, I thought I was starting to see white just about now.

"And just where do you think you're feeling, pal?" Uh oh, I made her mad. Using what little oxygen I had remaining in my noggin, I pat her thighs as a sign of surrender, and use the last bit of breath remaining in my lungs to squeak out...

"C-customerrrr..."

"...Oh! Whoops." Her grip loosens, and I collapse into the creaky floor below her. She quickly rises, pats herself off, and offers a hand to me.

"I'm, uh, really sorry about that. You surprised me, you know?" Looking at her from this angle, she was cute. Her short, blonde pixie cut hair... Her womanly figure hiding just under her male bartender's uniform... Her deliciously thick thighs, still lingering on the tips of my fingertips... I realized I was staring, and quickly took her hand.

Standing next to her, it suddenly became really obvious she was a woman. She was shorter than me, but had an air of elegance to her stance. I could sense the immense cleavage hidden behind her formal shirt. My fingers twitched unconsciously, I wanted to unbutton that shirt. Reveal her true assets!

"Hello, earth to patron..." I gasped, she was waving her hand in front of my face. Oh crap, did I just space out, thinking about undressing this lady? The hell is wrong with me?! "I didn't squeeze you too hard, did I? Do I need to get some first aid for you?"

"U-uh, no, that won't be needed. I'm fine." My neck was a little sore from the squeezing, but I'll live. I'm more impressed she was nimble enough to pull something like that off, actually. She can't be a regular bartender, that's for sure.

"How about a drink on the house? To make up for my poor welcoming. I swear, I usually lock up on boring days like this when I nap. I ah, must have forgotten this time." The lady shrugs, and steps back behind the bar. The walls were decorated with all sorts of booze and spirits, a free drink sounded just like what the doctor ordered! "What'll you have, stud?" She smiled my way, gesturing to the many assorted drinks to her left.

Today was definitely going to be a good day, crippling debt or not!


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The next few hours simply flew by. I found out the woman's name was King(yeah, I know), and we really got to know one another. She was a world class muay thai kickboxer, who participated in the King of Fighters tournaments on a regular basis! I'd wager I'm rather lucky she didn't do more damage to me earlier. That's all in the past at this point, though. I paid for the next few drinks, but eventually I just gave her everything I owned to spend the rest of the night with her.
She tried to give me all my money back when I told her I was fresh out of a job and was at wits end with what to do about my debt and bills, but I declined. There weren't any other patrons the entire time, she must really be struggling for the customers. I'd rather my money help her out than my own sorry skin. She said it was a sweet gesture, and told me I could have as many drinks as I wanted for the rest of the night. Score!

I was feeling extremely loose and tipsy at around 11 pm, and laughed when King went and locked the doors with me still in here.

"What if ya get someone other than me knockin' at the door? You'd be missin' out on a sale!" I slurred, taking another sip of the marvelous drink King had just cooked up for me. Gin and tonic... good stuff! She looked at me with worried eyes, and I just had to look away, blushing from the attention. "W-what, somethin' on my face?"

"It's not that. Baby..." King took a seat on the stool next to me, and took my hand into hers. I almost reeled back in shock, I'd never held hands with a girl before!

"U-whaa..." I took another sip of my drink to calm my nerves, while she continued.

"You really sound like you're in trouble. I know I just met you and all, but I'd like to help, if I could..." She looked away herself this time, as if she was deep in thought.

Oh man... Is this pretty tomboy really falling for a dolt like me? While I'm plastered in her own bar? There's no way this is real...

"From the looka things here, I doubt you have money to spare. I wouldn't feel right mooching off of ya." I slumped in my stool, and took another sip. The drink was almost gone. I felt embarrassed about even asking for another drink, King had already done so much to ease my troubled mind. "Maybe it's time I got out of yer hair..." I stumbled to my feet to trudge out, when I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around to find King close. Very close. Almost close enough to kiss.

"It won't cost me anything to help you out of this situation. In fact, I'll be the one gaining from it... Do you trust me, baby?" I swayed around in her grasp, I'd probably fall to the floor without her supporting me.

"Course I trust ya... I don't know where I'd be right now if fate didn't put me in this bar. Probably wallowin' in despair in the streets, waiting for my inevitable end... But then you saved me. I'd put my life in yer hands!" I smirked inside my head, that probably sounded really poetic. She had to have loved it!

"Then close your eyes, stud... and I'll make all your problems go away. Trust me." As if on cue, the jukebox switched to a new song. Smooth, love making jazz. Oh shit, am I about to get laid?! I felt like I was a shaking shaking mess, but I did what I assumed was the cool thing, and closed my eyes. I was subconsciously puckering my lips for the kiss I was expecting, except... it never came.

Instead, I felt a wetness on my forehead, as I was pulled down into... something. Slurps and gulps invaded my senses, as the warm wetness spread, to encapsulate every bit of me. I began to squirm out of reflex, as the spreading feeling stretched past my shoulders. Hands held my arms still, as I was lifted... Lifted to slip down, lower and lower. As if I was in a winding, tight tunnel of flesh. My lack of vision was the least of my worries, as my face was pressed into a puckering opening... I was greeted with a most foul stench, and intense heat inside whatever I was being fed into.

Something stinging splashed my face, but only for a moment. I was forced to twist inside, as more and more of myself slipped down the tube. With my arms finally reaching me, I began feeling around. Stretching, slick walls met my fingertips at every single conceivable angle. Whatever I was inside of now, it was frightening. The lack of air, my extremely limited vision, the suffocating stench of bile, and the stinging liquids resting at what I assumed was the bottom of whatever this was.

Was I being eaten...? I felt my shoes and socks slip off, before my feet took the final plunge. They piled atop the rest of myself, making my situation all the more uncomfortable. I was forced into a fetal position, with little wiggle room. It felt like the walls were alive, as they contracted around me... squeezing and tightening, I felt weak and helpless. Sounds began creeping all around me...

*Glurg...*

*Sluuurk...*

*BLORT*

"H-hey, King, what's going on?!" I call out, feeling short of breath. My 'container' shifts, and rocks back and forth for a few moments... Before something below the 'container' begins supporting me. Then, I felt something outside pressing against my head... almost like I was being given a head pat. Then, I heard something... It was faint, but I could hear King's voice.

"Shhh... It will all be over soon..." Her voice felt so close, yet also so far away... as if there was a filter between us. I tried moving about again, but the patting continued. It did feel calming... made me want to close my eyes, and fall asleep.

...

I didn't though. I kept squirming. Even though the walls got tighter, I kept struggling. Even though the heat was amping up, melting the clothes off my body, I kept fighting. I felt weak... tired... my body was no longer responding. It was getting hard to breath. I lifted my hands to press against the walls, only to find I didn't have them any longer. Just stumps. Stumps? Was I melting now too? I wheezed, trying to shift about, to do anything. My entire body hurt... I was being digested. By King. This was how she was going to get me out of my troubles... Any troubles... I was going to die within her.

"Hnnaaahhh..." I was trying to say help. It didn't come out right.

"There, there... Just relax. Stop fighting." It was King again. I could hardly hear her over her ever beating heart, or the sounds of her stomach doing what it did best... digesting me. I felt more like a liquid than a solid at this point... how much longer was the pain going to last? How much longer before I was just... gone. Nothing but a forgotten meal for a sexy lady. That wasn't so bad... at least not having a job didn't matter anymore. This was a quick way out... I just had to endure it for a little longer.

Tired. I closed my eyes... I deserve to rest... just for... a little bit...

...

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A particularly loud gurgle rang through the otherwise silent bar. King had switched the music off before taking a rest on the nearest bar stool. She loved listening intently to the final sounds of a person, before they become more of her. She traced her finger across the smooth surface of her pale belly. It was still. Absolutely no movement. And her guest was growing less and less defined.

"Finally gave in? Good for you." There was no malice or ill intent in King's tone. She was truly happy they had finally found peace within her. She had made a habit of helping those in need of escape in the most efficient way possible... through her stomach. She would help the needy find a place in her curves, working them into more manageable patches of fat that bothered no one.

"There's always- *urp*, mmm, a place for you here." The woman gingerly felt her stomach. They were already completely digested. Their goopy remains swirled inside her grumbling gut, draining to nourish and fatten her as much as they could manage. This one was certainly going to add a large amount of chub... but she welcomed all, no matter how much the gain. They were welcome to stay as long as they like, happily jiggling under her crisp suits.

"Hmm, speaking of suits, this one likely won't fit in the morning. It seems it's time to use your funds for a new wardrobe, dear." King felt the calling of slumber pulling her eyelids closed, but a sudden knock at the door snapped her out of it.

"Another customer? Or perhaps..." King gave her round tummy a wry smile, before giving her guest one last pat, "Another needy soul? Let's find out, shall we?" King hauled her gut to the door, swaying her hips with each and every step, eager to see which category they fell under.


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A commission from  Jorabora, from their stream sketch commissions. The story was written by yours truly, based on a dream I had. If you couldn't tell, this was a self-indulgent delight, meant to be self inserted into. I suggest really getting into character before taking the plunge ;)

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