This story contains:
-soft vore
-oral vore
-Burping
-Implied digestion
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Master Yo belongs to Disney

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Yin yang burp

‘Oooh my head'. Note to self: NEVER get stuck inside the gut of a drinker. It only leads to a hangover that can last well over four months. And also, slow the digestion to that rate of speed as well. A combination of melting, while have alcohol go into my open wounds. Very SLOWLY. SUCKS. I appeared to have been manifested in a dojo. ‘Manifested? Maybe I should put teleported instead. Makes more server.’ Al thinks to himself about what to put in his traveling log. But as he was thinking to himself, Al was shaken out of his train of thought when he heard heavy footsteps on the carpeted floor. The Japanese sliding doors swing open to show a panda. The panda looked like he was in his fifties with a beard that was light gray. He had bristles on his chin and cheek. What he thought were black eyes on the panda's face was actually black spots convenient placed around his eyes. The only thing that counted as clothes on this bear was the baby blue karate belt around his stomach. The weird thing was this panda was actually around Al's size. No wait, as the panda approached, he was actually slightly bigger than him. That's when I decided to look down at my body, nearly jumping out in surprise. I'd shrunken to the size of a toddler? My mind was rushing, completely ignoring the grumpy sounding panda with a voice like he had rocks in his throat. It took a literal slap to the face from said panda to get my attention. Immediately feeling the slap on my right cheek, I covered up the surely swollen area with my hand. The panda looked angry at me.
“You done staring off into space?” the angry panda said, having his hands on his hips as he glared at me with eyes like finding a I single violet among a field of Lilly flowers.
“Was the slap really necessary?” I asked, still softly covering the tender area.
“No, but I been wanting to slap a rabbit in the face for awhile now. And yours was the easiest to hit.” Said the panda with a smirk. “I was asking if you've seen two other rabbits about your size? One pink, and the other blue?” I shook my head no. To be fair, I literally just materialized here. “Those brats must've went trick or treating, even though I agreed to train them today and skip out on the spooky movie marathon. Oh well,” he grinned and posed like he was ready to attack me. “Guess I'll make full use of you!” without warning, he lunged right at me with a palm strike. I don't know how or why, but my first instinct kicked in, and I side stepped out of his way. It looked like he was gonna keep the momentum and crash into the wall. Or rather, that's what he wanted me to think. He stomped on the ground, stopping right in front of my body, and went to side chop my neck. He missed though, as I instead use my arms to swing onto his incoming chop arm. My full body was now clutching onto his entire right arm, like a sloth on a tree branch. The old bear growled with annoyance, waving his arm like he was disgusted to find a bug on it. “Get off!” He shook and waved, but nothing was gonna get me off. His growl slowly grew louder as an odd blue aura surrounded his body. He roared, and all at once, I was electrocuted and sent flying into the wall. My body was paralyzed, but I could feel every little thing. The faint breeze passing through the room. Every fur follicle on my body. It hurt. Everything was in pain. My head was looking down, but my eyes were staring up to the face of the annoying panda. He smiled down at me. “Nice try kid, but I'm not a master of Woo Foo for nothing,” said the old panda, enveloping his fist in the same blue aura the sent me flying against the wall. As his fist glowed the color of a cloudless day sky, a noise groaned and grumbled. The panda lost his energy hand and looked down in embarrassment at his stomach, which shook and quivered. “Oof. I forgot I haven't eaten anythin. All day.” He eyes my unmoving body with piqued curiosity. The square like panda man got up close and personal with me. He sniffed my head, almost hard enough to get my little bunny ears sucked up his nose. “Hmm. You actually smell like a chocolate bunny.” After saying that, he went to lick my face, like a dog. “Oh yeah. Definitely a chocolate bunny. May not be Easter, but it's a nice, ‘trick'.” He lifted me from the ground and held me up like I was baby he was handed for first time. “Now, I think I'll, ‘treat' myself tonight.” He closed his eyes, and let his lower jaw drop all the way to the ground. He held me between his jaws, drool slowly getting all over me. Without warning, he clenched his mouth closed, only to pull his hands out with drool on them. He moved me around his mouth like I was candy, just playing with his treat. Only after playing with me for a minute, he struggled to swallow, I could hear him straining himself to succeed. And he did, a large bulge made his square like gut into a circle belly. “Oof. Biggest meal I've eaten.” The panda said to himself, or to his struggling gut. He rubbed the belly gingerly, like he was holding the world's most sensitive snack, which he is. And he wasn't afraid to digest to nothing. He grinned menacingly, his hands glowing blue with Woo Foo energy. The rough moving gut that was being massaged by the energy was slowly turning softer, and moved less. The old bear was humming with pleasure as he continued to give himself a powered belly rub. When the oddly calming blue energy stopped enveloping his hands, there was no movement. There was however, a slightly pudgier belly instead, where the only movement was a complied gas bubble inside, ready to be freed. Unable to hold back the strong energy build-up within himself, the bear opened his mouth, unleashing a belch powerful enough to cause a local earthquake. When he finished, the panda was exhausted. “Man! Using Woo Foo energy to accelerate the digestion process is sweet! But the magically enhanced belch is a difficult price. NOT that I'm really complaining about it.” He slapped the flabby belly so that it echoed, showing that he won. A much controllable burp escaped his maw however. With no warning or indications, he fell to the floor. And began to snore.