So I wrote a story to see how I would depict myself and I seem a extremely bubbly, femboyish and just flat out lazy, whimsical sort of macro. x3

Just the way I'd do it I suppose~

Eeeennnjoooy!

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Hellllooo there darling~

I playfully say as I scootch right over to the carpeted floor and hunch in close to you

'Aaaww c'mon now, I ain't gonna hurt'cha... I'm a sweetiepie!' I say in a soft bubbly tone

I raise my four fingered pawhand to you, my digits short and plump and soft with my little brown pad in the centre of my paw.

'See? I haven't got any claws? I trimmed them yesterday actually.'

Suddenly, my expression changes to a dumb smile as I gaze at you emptily, my palms pressed to my cheeks as my longing big blue eyes gaze into yours.

You lose yourself for a moment. He seems so cute and precious, but you could've swore he just licked his lips? Did your eyes really deceive you?

'Now, I'm going to be right back, make myself a sandwich ok?'

You begun to question if I really meant it. Your knees shaking profusedly. You gulp faintfully. Eyes wide.

After I casually trod off, as you tremble and your ears pop to the explosive thoom of my footsteps. You begin to lose yourself a moment.

What if...?

You run inward to the center of the room. You can hear me singing. Why am I singing, you ask? What a delightful ambiance you think.

Because I'm in the other room you can't even make out what I'm singing about? Before you know it, I stride back in.

'Aawww, did you come out? Feeling safe now? Why don't you sit by me and I give you a slice of last nights cake?'

I sit down on the floor with you, you presume nothing. Despite my shortstack stubby stature and large unassuming eyes, I appear as big as a house to you.

You shiver and your eyes dart away, you wonder if you should run.

But before you make another thought, I've offered you a lemon cheesecake slice, my last one.

I giggle to you lightly. You raise a eyebrow. You're still very, very indecisive. Your body says to run, by all means. He's a big fat hungry rodent! You think! I'll be in his stomach soon!

Then you nervously blush, you walk over, pull off some cake.

It tastes delicious. The soft sugary sour taste in your mouth, the cream. Mmmmm.

You take another and another.

By the time you've eaten your second clump of cake, which was easily too big for your little mouth. I've finished my sandwich. I lounge back, feeling full and compact as I lick my lips and rub my little tum.

'Mmmm, that was beautiful. I laid on my back, all carefree-like and closed my eyes without a care in the world. You feel a slight unruly tremble as my backside hit the carpeted floor.

I almost looked like I was about to take a nap. I smacked my lips, sighed a relieved sigh.
You kept eating the cake. Eyes fixated on me. What if I do something and trick you?

Suddenly, I belch, guttural and low.

'I think I'll eat some of that cake you're trying?'

I said as I scooched over and your cheeks was full with cake, staring in absolute alarm. I broke half of it off, as I scooped it into my mouth in seconds, my jaws masticating it away, sloshing it around as I licked my fingers.

'Still hungry a bit... ugh, I think just one more?'

I seem to lose myself in my appetite as I gingerly pluck you in my digits and hold you above my muzzle, my lips crack open to reveal my cavernous purply pink maw interior.

My breath was still smelling of the light smell of ham and cheese. You could smell it lightly tickling your nostrils.
I placed you inside without a second word. Just what the fudge was going on, you pondered? Has he lost himself so deep in his indolence he's forgotten you're Not food?

You're face down on my tongue. Your nostrils take a deep, deep whiff of my breath. You
retch. The smell of cheese and ham and bread slice invades your nostrils, as your palms feel my tastebuds and the hot steam of my breath, the very toastfully warm saliva, the temperature of my mouth saturating into your entire front.

You try to stand up, it's so slippy as you try to hold your balance. You decide to crawl and turn around inside. It's so dark.
My lips part a little, now you and see my pulsing throat and uvula dangling before you, the light saturating and receding into darkness of my tastebuds and the floor of my tongue. That hot steam breath still slamming into you, as you feel unbearably warm... and relaxed.

You lay face down, you yell, whats the big idea?

I don't seem to hear you? Hm?

The floor of my tongue begins to twitch and whisk about as I taste you. I moan. Mm you taste so salty, like french fries. It must be your body odour. I begin to throw you around my mouth as you cry out.

The thickness of my saliva, the buoyancy of my tongue, my breath, it makes you panic, welp and gag and retch all at once.
You look around a little, as you're surrounded by giant massive white pearly molars, the crushers of this conveyer belt to a unsightly end.

You try to dart out, your nose trying to cover how infestatious that stench of my heavy breath was, dousing and saturating into your flesh.

Suddenly, theres a big parting of light and a flood of white, thick, juicy liquid. It's milk.

You try to hold on as I'm washing you down, but before you know it, you feel your entire body being eerily, squelchily, compressed down my long easophagus.

You cough and retch out, my breath is even worse here. You think, you try to grab something, but your little hands just slip from the soupy thick saliva.

Drat.

You may aswell be asking him whats gotten into him. Because he's sure forgotten just WHO you are.

You see the light dissapear. You're just surrounded by unbearably toasty warmth, compressed tightly, like you were being squeezed through a very wet mattressy straw.

You could hear my heartbeat. Thud-dumph! Thud-dumph! Thud-dumph! You heard rhythmically and quite a fast tempo.

You felt weirder and more alien the more you descended into me. Suddenly, theres a easy squeeze around your feet, then your waist, you know you've reached my stomach.

You fall and hit the extremely mattressy sticky soupy silky soft interior of the sack of my belly. You groan as you pull out as your mouth touches my sandwich.

Eeewww!

You sit yourself up.

Groooooowwwwll~

Glooorp~

You hear. You're just in absolute total darkness, suspended in the ambiance of my heartbeat, my alien stomach noises and the slippery, steamy, smelly hot profusive inner world, of a giant raichu tanuki hybrid.

You cough and cover your noise as every fibre of your body is tingling with my body temperature and your nose is absolutely infested with the retching stench of my interior.

Eeeewww gross! It smells so overwhelming! It smells so bad and reeks of ham and cheese sandwich in here?

You begin to wonder how you can even breathe? You instinctively attempt to reach your hands to my stomach splincter, your fingers desperately splaying out as you claw and grasp and try to grasp the interior of my splincter.

Your hands are just covered more by the endless soup of my saliva as it saturates your hands. You wave your hands trying to get it off but it's just all over you.

You sit down miserably, still trying to cover your nose from the stench, the alien gurgles and groans of my bowels, my stomach and the deafening thud-dumph, thud-dumph, thud-dumph of my heartrate.

It was so comfortable and so extremely weird and outlandish. Like you just been put into some fleshy spacepod and shot off into space, but you weren't.

Then suddenly, theres a very faint light and theres a flashlight thats turned on? It splashes in the saliva pool before you, showing the purple saliva saturated interior of my stomach lining.

You reach over and pick it up.

'I'm soooorry!'

I say, the whole chamber utterly booms with my voice and trembles.

'I got too comfortable and ate you up! But don't worry! I won't digest you or anything! You can easily crawl back out! Happens all the time!'

You punch the walls as I wince. My voice is so extremely deafening as your head literally shakes with it's volume.
You grasp the torch, shine it around at my wrinkly, unfathomably cavernous dark, steamy, dank, smelly interior.

What will you do? The sack seems to contract and expand, as if waiting for your answer; perhaps your call to adventure?