A 2014 art gift with story for Deerpuff.





It had all gone disastrously wrong for the new and upcoming government research scientist. Once one of a promising team of university graduates. A tiny and shrunken speck was all that was left to show for poor Jacob Fitzgerald. The young human in his twenties, was spinning through the turbulent laboratory ocean of air, as the cool breeze from the overhead conditioners, combined with the radiating heat from the machinery and spectrometers, created a hurricane.

Where did he go wrong? All he had hoped to do was make a first good impression when he was hired earlier this week. But inexperience mixed with incompetence, plagued him from day one. He had disappointed his Chief Science Officer, Dr. Puff Odocoil too often, he felt, and saw his termination of employment as inevitable. Jacob made error after error, upsetting the deer anthro's arrangements, even constantly confusing his boss for a female doe. Puff bore him no ill will, taking it as a compliment, much to his human's eternal embarrassment, though.

And so he took this all-or-nothing gamble, a foolish wager with quantum mechanics that ended with him paying serious and irreversible consequences. The technicians had warned Jacob in training about fooling around with the Miniaturizator. While matter can be shrunk down to unreal sizes, it cannot be undone so easily without precision, not without causing the subject, to violently explode. Yet he tried anyway; so desperate was he to impress this tall Cervine.

So hopeless were Jacob's inept efforts, though, he didn't even get that far with the doomed experiment. He hadn't calibrated the machine's program first. The ray had blasted him, instead of the food samples he had prepared on the table. He was still spinning out of control by the vortex of warm and cold liquid air, relative to his size, now reduced to a pathetic millimetre in diminutive stature. No one could ever hear his screams far above the machines, begging for this wild 'fairground attraction' to stop.

Then a living mountain, a true colossus entered the vicinity. Every step it took was an apocalyptic avalanche, every motion, a planet-splitting impact-event. As the stupendous thing lumbered past, the air currents were completely disturbed. Jacob was blown away and dragged along with its massiveness, like he were a tiny careless passenger sucked into the vacuum, the back-draft, created by a train barrelling at high speed through a station.

Time seemed to slow down agonisingly as the tiny human beheld the titan. Cervine shape and form. Cloven hoof-like feet, and thick ivory-like finger tips. A very tall furry outline, horns high and proud at the top. A fluffy tail at the whopping rear. Powerful hind legs propelling and driving the behemoth forwards. Yellowish tan and creamy white fur all over, partially obscured by a white loose lab coat. His worst fears became confirmed when he beheld those deep emerald-green eyes. Beautiful and stunning, with long eyelashes. No other deer he ever saw had those. It was Chief Scientist Puff Odocoil.

Jacob Fitzgerald saw that from his current inescapable predicament, Puff was now over 10,000ft tall in comparison. He looked amazing. Like an invincible god as the lights shone upon his immaculate fur coat and moved around like a great tanned forest. But he had little time to admire his now larger-than-life boss. The vicious air currents and tornadoes created from the gigantic stomping deer, who was merely casually walking into the lab room, had mercilessly swept him towards the test sample table. Approaching him rapidly, dangerously so, was its far-reaching surface, littered with strange and colourful mountains. The little shrunken scientist had no time to cry out as he impacted and lost consciousness.

Jacob at last, came to. His head was thumping. His vision disoriented. All he could rely upon to not induce sickness from sensory overload was his nose. The pungent odour of sweet and deliciously sugary freshly baked goods. Whatever he hit was incredibly soft and spongy, cushioning the blow and the risk of serious injury or trauma. Jacob had crash-landed onto one of the iced cakes he prepared for his failed experiment to impress his boss.

The tiny human gazed up in horror to realise his efforts to impress Puff had not been entirely in vain. A gargantuan looming mammalian face was staring back, who must surely be completely oblivious to the tiny dust particle of human, but instead licking its massive lips in mouth-watering approval at the dessert. His massive hand was holding the small cake upon which Jacob currently resided. The world shifted. The deer's head started to become larger and larger as he bought the delectable closer and closer. The winds picked up even more-so as the giant's muzzle inhaled and exhaled excitedly in anticipation.

Jacob screams went unheard and unnoticed as the yearning deer opened up its great inviting maw, easily a hundred feet across. A cavernous pink and salivary sight for the shrunken man. A relentless and unforgiving abyss that ingests and devours all. The grand tongue and teeth all lunged forward to take a bite. Everything went black again for the poor man; a stadium-sized mouth had captured him, jaws chewed, juices overflowed, and teeth and tongue churned noisily, sickeningly and deafeningly, as Puff effortlessly consumed his pitifully tiny assistant.

The terrible teeth loomed above, pounding away at the food. They threatened to flatten, tear and rip everything here into chunks to be swallowed with ease. It seemed like Jacob was gone; just one massive tooth looming over him alone, and was more than ready to bisect him in two.

Without warning the whole mouth churned, the salivary glands working to soak up the cake. Puff's head titled upwards and the tongue with a great flick was scooping everything off the teeth and channelling it backwards to the yawning throat.

The tiny human heard the ominous sounds of a deep and satisfied gulp. He regained his senses again, but stayed in absolute darkness. He was spared death by mastication, or was he? It felt hot and wet and dizzying. It was so intoxicating how much pulsating energy and surging movement and never-ending gurgling and rumbling noise that was in here. A unseen living generator, pounding away within untold reaches and invisible recesses. He did the only thing he could do in this maddening organic void. Jacob Fitzgerald reached into his pocket and cracked open several large military glow-sticks before fastening them onto his lab-coat. Their brilliant green fluorescence revealed the insanity awaiting him, beneath the veil of dark ignorance.

He whimpered miserably as he observed himself lying and writhing helplessly around, coated in thick gel-like saliva with a few slobbery remains of food, upon the very middle of the gigantic deer's vast tongue. A pink ocean beneath a pink night sky. Puff's mouth was awesome compared to his tiny fragile frame. His teeth rose as high as government offices, each of them some several or so stories high. Built to crush and pulverize anything that dared challenge them. Closed and sealed up, along with hidden colossus lips, preventing any escape bid.

Behind him, was the awful apparition of his almost-certain doom. Puff's spacious throat, complete with pulsating tonsils and with a huge swinging uvula relaxing in the breeze and rushing of exhaled breath, blasted out of a cervine snout. It had previously completely swallowed up the bolus of the former little cake from earlier. This needed little interpretation from Jacob. It was a gateway, a one-way portal into an odyssey inside a jumbo mammal; a story that would end horribly in digestion and death.

He wasted no time; he dashed and slipped and slide with every frantic bolting step he took, to try and get under the nearest edge of the stadium-sized tongue to prevent him sharing the awful fate of the iced cake. The speck of a human was not even more than a quarter of the astounding distance to the curving edges, when the rushing wind tunnel, that was the bottomless throat, fell eerily silent, and light flooded into the pink chamber. Puff's teeth slowly parted and lips stretched back like a curtain with the saliva dripping away at their separation.

Over these great fleshy structures poured in a strange orange-dyed liquid from an alien-like glass container, a test tube. The titanic deer opened his mouth further and more of the fluids poured in, rushing over the tongue like a tsunami. It collided into Jacob, who was picked up like a toy and swept away by the drink towards his doom: the oesophagus. He saw the uvula before him, rising reflexively to block off the airways leading up to the deer's nose.

He couldn't escape his fate, but he would rise to meet it, if he so chose. The young man swam valiantly forwards towards the rising pink whale in the raging ocean sea, and seized its great bouncy roundness with all his puny muscled-might. The orange drink poured over into the void, and continued to rage down into the mighty one's dark black hole throat. Puff gulped away greedily and noisily. The muscles of his pharynx and tongue were moving up and down, constantly, contracting and relaxing in a hypnotic rhythmic manner, moving the fluid contents and remaining crumbs of cake to and through the upper part of the oesophagus – and their final destination, his stomach.

Jacob held onto the uvula for dear life. The terrible ring-shaped muscle, far, far beneath, the deer giant's upper esophageal sphincter still kept on contracting and relaxing to swallow up the slick orange substance. The noise and sight of this 'living waterfall' was incredible.

Finally, the last of the voluminous drink receded down the deer's long-winding channelling throat, into his awaiting belly in the depths of his body. The mouth closed up, and the tremendous cave was once again, only illuminated by Jacob's powerful glow-sticks. The massive anthro belched, a sound that resonated and echoed around the oral cavity. Dr. Puff Odocoil was finished with his quick snack, so it seemed, as he sighed. His humongous tongue searching out remnants of cake that may be hiding between gum and cheek like a surreal earthworm before settling itself back down. But Jacob Fitzgerald could not afford a shared sigh of relief.

He looked nervously down in time to see the blast-door-like epiglottis swing open over the entrance to the larynx. Without food and liquid to worry about entering the respiratory tract, the massive scientist resumed normal breathing. Though the pharynx had calmed and contracted back to its normal closed position, the tiny man was still dangling high on the uvula hanging and oscillating over this perilous yawning fleshy pit. He felt vibrations and tremors, as the great animal was stomping and moving around outside carefree.

Gasping aloud, he slipped suddenly downwards to the tip of the uvula, as he attempted to swing back to the safety of the expansive tongue. He cried out as the last of his remaining strength faded away; the uvula was just too slippery with coated saliva and juice to hold onto forever. Jacob couldn't manage a final prayer, as his grip on the massive bulbous thing totally failed and he fell headlong into the eager throat.

He screamed in a frenzy, bouncing and rolling down into its depths with the collecting saliva and oozing juices. The muscles contracted lovingly around his tiny self to form a little bolus in the great pipe entrance. The final gulp was now inevitable. Puff stopped breathing again. His uvula far above, rose ever higher. The deer purred and happily swallowed up Jacob proper; this time, there would be no more chances as he began the downward part of his final journey towards the belly of his boss.

Jacob didn't lose consciousness this time, but he was disorientated and could no longer tell what was happening all around him as he was forced and squeezed into the hot and mighty bowels of the towering beast. Everything moved, shifted, and pulsated here. The steady heart-beat of the mammal drowned out his thoughts and reason. Make it stop, make it stop, he begged. The little man was rammed through two immense sphincters. They both sealed themselves up after he passed, and the second one squirted him unceremoniously out, ejected into a great gurgling chamber, as big as any city block.

The atmosphere of this place and the heat, nearly caused Jacob to pass out. He lay there gasping on the shores, wrinkled, moving folds, of what he gradually understood to be the churning shores of a great lake of acid. He was in the very belly of Puff. After what seemed like eternity, he recovered and accepted his fate. Even the air stung a little here. He knew he wouldn't survive long before he succumbed and melted into nothing within the lethal stomach contents. He just hoped it was quick, but digestion takes hours, and he was filled with dread at that prospect. The glow-sticks hardly revealed much here; the area was just too big and continually moving to get one's bearings. The strange orange-dyed fluid was here. though, notably reacting oddly with the acid.

Far above him, the guardian to this churning, alien-like place, the lower esophageal sphincter relaxed and squirted out a massive object, before sealing itself up again. The great cylindrical tower like entity rolled and plunged into the acid sea. Jacob blinked before making out its form. It was a medicine capsule. He thought perhaps, crazily, he could ride it out of here. However, he was dismayed to observe it definitely wasn't gastro-resistant, whatever it was, as its thick gelatin shell slowly sizzled away, exposing the contents.

Jacob casually approached the strange thing, inside were not bubbling chemicals... but packages. Sealed up and inert to the acid. What kind of surreal presents were these? Had he gone mad? He inspected closer to find that he his eyes were correct. Packages... all addressed to none other than "Jacob Fitzgerald... hearts and kisses". Among them, hundreds and hundreds of plastic-laminated letters, crazily addressed to him also. They were all copies; apparently someone wanted him to read at least one, and as a precaution obviously made many copies, in case the others were digested or lost.

He scooped up the nearest letter and flicked off the slime and gunk off it. He then read it; his eyes widened more and more in utter disbelief as he read:

"Congratulations Jacob Fitzgerald!

Let me just say first, that I'm so proud and happy for you!

An explanation is in order. After doing some Upper gastrointestinal series of tests, we soon determined that you were the one who had indeed taken the initiative, and managed to shrink yourself using the Miniaturizator, and were promptly swallowed up by none other than yours truly!

I was waiting all week for you to try out the Miniaturizator - I knew you could do it!

You were never a disappointment to me, Jacob. I'm also happy to report the other candidates, though they failed miserably, have now been selected by other members of my research team for other studies like being shrunken and then stepped on by, or shrunken and dissected. Trivial stuff... I digress... but I suppose it is important to some fields of science nonetheless.

But you! Oh, you have been chosen among many upcoming and enterprising young candidates for the scientific experiment of a lifetime! You are our most precious specimen to see just how long a shrunken individual can survive inside another living organism. The CEOs had initially chosen a common lab rat, but I wouldn't allow that. You deserve better. I think my belly and I, are far more hospitable, and better company overall.

Now I imagine you're wondering what that orange-dyed liquid was? The one I drank earlier? That was my own acid-neutralizing compound. A product of my own genius. Sort of like an Esomeprazole, but without all the side effects. It should make my gastric juices safer for you to swim in for an hour or two.

Of course, I intend for you to live here and study you inside here, well, indefinitely. The capsule I swallowed contains various shrunken down 'gifts'. This is equipment to make your stay more comfortable. You'll receive a new one once every week. Nothing electronic though I'm afraid. Sorry my little human. Can't have anything carcinogenic or toxic in there, you understand.

I will do you the kindness, and constantly shrink down some biodegradable paper offprints, instead, they'll be about last weeks stories, stuff you read online, just so you're kept... up-to-date... with world affairs.

You'll notice some plastic overalls, boots, and gloves. Have to keep you protected from my stomach acids. An inflatable life jacket and... best of all, a little proactive lifeboat-safety dinghy. Its equipped with all the essentials, glow-sticks, and a sleeping bag.

I hope you'll have a very long and very happy career with me. Regrettably you are off payroll, so consider every meal I send you from now on to be a form of 'severance pay'.

Dr. Puff Odocoil. (CSO)

P.S. Thank you so much for the delicious cake!"


Jacob fell to his knees on the spongy pink floor and screamed. A howling noise of despair and fear that was no match for the constant rumbling and gurgling of the giant deer's leviathan of a belly. Knowing everything he would ever see, hear, smell, touch and even taste ever again, would be Puff.

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