"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Which of course led me to calling Panda to come over.
"My side's pretty much done, too," she responded from about 20 feet away. It's easy for voices to carry when there's no one else around in the afternoon. Traffic's pretty light in Cherrygrove City, anyways, so it was easy to have our long distance chat.
"Excellent! Your timing's pretty great, 'sis,'" I cheerful acknowledged. "Though I'm pretty sure I got the bigger pile of the two. There were just more trees up front that dropped their leaves, from what I saw."
Panda frowned, her mild dissatisfaction coming from her own love of jumping into leaf piles...and from having the smaller of the two. As many of you know, she's got this wonderful penchant for shifting her own height to that of a gentle giantess, anywhere from a few meters to towering stories above my head. And though that may sound weird, you get used to having a size-shifting best friend pretty quickly! It makes travel a breeze, opens up so many fun opportunities for nature walks and helping out other people--plus it's just delightful to see her beam when she gets the chance to wrap up her loved ones in a massive, fully enveloping hug.
But at the moment, she was at her regular height--a good few inches shorter than me. It just wasn't convenient to use a human-sized rake at beyond a human size. I guess she'd hoped to make up for that by making a giant leaf pile, but there' just weren't enough leaves back there to achieve her goal.
"Aw, shoot. It's really no fun unless you can really stretch out and almost splash into the crunch of some leaves. At least there weren't too many sticks in the mix," she said with a hint of relief, "because those aren't worth the area benefit. They're pointy and stick out everywhere."
"Yeah, fortunately we haven't had any bad storms in awhile." I rested my rake, and subsequently my leaning shoulder, on the trunk of one of the smaller trees. "Makes the clean-up all the easier. But hey, enough chit-chat: let's make the most of my pile, right?"
Panda's content demeanor returned on the edge of a giddy grin. "Of course!"
"Well, ladies first, then?" I suggested.
Panda shrugged and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Ehhhh, not much a fan of gender stereotypes. You made it, sooooooo you go first."
Nodding in appreciation, I shuffled back a few feet beyond where she stood. I tapped my shoes along the way, testing the softness of the ground to see just the right angle I should jump in. I mean, as much fun as it is to just leap, I'm a pretty large guy; I've learned before that landing the wrong way with my mass can lead to some fun bruises and aches. The sod seemed just soft enough to land in without smearing mud across my jeans, so I lined up with the pile and sprinted forward, ready to hop just about where Panda stood.
"Geronimo!" I yelled with an excess of enthusiasm. I can't help it, i'm a sucker for hype. Unfortunately, this was a misplaced excitement.
A split second later, all i'd earned from three-quarter hours of raking was some grass stains!
"Huhhhh???" I grunted, then rolled my eyes at my circumstance. Remember how i'd mentioned the layer of leaves was thin across my yard? It was just enough to have me concerned that the lawn would start dying too soon, what with the lower temperatures of the high to mid 50's Farenheight. But the pile i'd made, no matter how grand it'd appeared to me a few minutes earlier, was all but hollow. there was nothing packing these leaves down, leading to a disappointing thud into the ground.
"Hey, what happened?" Panda said, stepping over and offering a hand to pull me up. "Not too big a pile in the long run?"
"Apparently," I sighed, laughing dryly at my oversight. "I should've thought of this before inviting you over, I'm sorry. No fun to be had in a messy but weak pile of leaves."
"Well we could just combine the two, you know," Panda suggested. But I wasn't thrilled of another 10 minutes of scooting leaves across the ground, inevitably losing some of the organized piles as we tried to move them.
"Nahh, there's no point." I sighed then started walking towards the shed in the backyard. "Let's just get the wheelbarrow, haul the leaves to the back and start a fire. I'm sure Cyndaquil's more than ready to, anyways."
"Now hold on a sec, mister," Panda chided. "You're making a big deal out a little thing--and trust me, i'm QUITE capable at understanding the perspective of such things."
Panda's allusion to her size-changing stopped me. Interested, I spun back around. "What do you have in mind? Growing big and running off to find some secret leaf cache deep in the woods?"
Panda giggled, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes. "That would work--or you can do things the easy way, which is what I was gonna suggest." Panda's cheeks were turning a little red, and I knew it wasn't from the afternoon Autumn air. "You know i'm flattered you'd give me that chance, but, I'm not the only one who can make my size change, remember?"
The gears in my head spun back into action, reminding me of my belt-clip Minimizer I kept in my closet. It'd been ages since i'd had a reason to use it, and I suppose i'd forgotten it was there!
"When I say 'perspective' it doesn't always mean turn huge, Andrew," Panda teased. "You should know that by now! Why not shrink yourself down, for a better effect?"
"You know, Panda, that would work really well." I smiled, grateful for her creative thinking. "I'll run inside and get it now!"
"You do that," Panda chirped as I jogged towards the front door. "I'll pad things down over here so you can have an easier time, alright?"
"Thanks again!" I called back, swinging open the screen door and the main door as I slid indoors.
"Alright, take two," I said, standing next to Panda once again. The search for the Minimizer had actually taken a few minutes, since i'd had to stack some boxes between my nifty device and the closet door. Panda showed me the new-and-improved leaf pile, which I could tell was buffed with a few handfuls worth of leaves from her own pile in the back. With that, I fiddled with the knobs of my Minimizer to set my size.
I suppose i've never explained how this thing works, have I? Certainly i've mentioned it before, but usually I end up shrinking in my stories due to forces outside of my control. Basically, the Minimizer is a personal device that kind of looks like the Pokémon Starmie, with a double layer of star-shapes in a three-dimensional pattern. It uses samples of these Pokémon's abundant stem cells to temporarily coat the user in a 'blanket' of cells, quickly adapting to user's DNA. It's pretty crazy science, and it's technically less-than-legal in and of itself. But the story of how I acquired this thing is...well, it's a tale for another time.
Anyways, I had adjusted the settings of the Minimizer to make me about 3 feet tall. The effect took place mere moments after initializing, bringing my body--clothes and all--to a childlike size.
"You look like a little first grader!" Panda chuckled, seeing me at my youthful size. "It's adorable, though a little surreal."
"Yeah, this really isn't the shape i'm most comfortable with," I admitted. "Besides, how many first-graders have a goatee?"
Panda chortled at that, and I took that opportunity to bound back into the leaf pile. Now THAT was more like it! I hit the multicolored foliage with a satisfying Crunch!
"Woohoo!" I exclaimed, spreading out wide to make leaf-angels in the pile. "Oh this worked SO well. Man, I love this! Who knew size-shifting was the key to implementing nostalgia?"
"I don't know, probably the same person who thinks they need nostalgia to enjoy jumping into leaves!" Panda shot back. "Scoot over, I want a turn!"
So I rolled over to make way for her, which was surprisingly easy to do. I didn't take up too much room in my childlike state, and it was just right for making the most of our meager pile.
After a few minutes of tossing leaves at each other, looking at the different patterns and colors, and smelling the strong scent of the trees they'd come from, I wanted a new challenge.
"Hey Panda," I said, sitting up. "I still wish we could get a little more out of this pile, but i'm not sure how well to do that. Shaking the trees to knock more leaves down would be counterproductive, you know?"
"Hmmm..." Panda hummed, thinking. "Well, instead of knocking the leaves off the trees...you go up to them!"
"Th-that doesn't make any sense--" I began, but she made her point quickly afterward.
"Think small again, Andrew! You said yourself you were more comfortable at your smaller, 6-inch size. So, use your Minimizer again and climb the tree, then jump off one of the branches onto the leaves!"
"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on now!" I stammered. "It's, I mean, It's a cool idea, but i'm not like, y'know, Ant Man or the Atom when I use these things--at least, not yet, anyways. I mean, yes there's a slight mass-to-size inverse ratio in my favor, but a fall like that would be like jumping off a building!" The theoretical physics of it all had me concerned--not that I wasn't already worried enough with my general fear of heights.
"Awwww come on Andrew, don't worry! You can glide down, using one of the firmer leaves. And hey, worse case scenario? I'll be here to catch you." Panda gave me a slight pout in her facial features, teasing me a bit more. "Surely you trust me, right?"
"Pfffttt what's gotten into you? Of course I do. I'm just...well, y'know, it's not something i've tested before."
"Well then, 'big brother,'" Panda smirked, "We can test it together."
Before I knew it, I was standing on the limb of a tree, shrunken down to a mere 6 inches tall! I'd found a sufficiently firm leaf from a maple tree bordering my yard and the neighbors, and Panda had handed it to me as I stood there, uncertain. "Wow, we're really doing this, huh?" I nervously commented.
"Don't be scared, Andrew," Panda reassured me. "This'll be fun! You were trying to make this leaf pile as exciting as possible, right?"
"Well, it is a little late for second-thoughts," I replied. "And you can't add much more to the excitement factor than this!" Gulping loudly, I clung tightly to my leaf and skipped off of the branch. "Carpe Diem!!!"
The laws of gravity worked for once in my favor! The little leaf hit almost no wind, fluttering barely as I fell. At first, I felt like I was a professional BASE jumper, brave and skilled and in total control of my descent.
But then, well, my whole day took an interesting turn.
Time slowed to a crawl as I scanned my surroundings, taking in the late afternoon sunlight and hearing the evening bugs begin their buzzing calls. I glanced downward, defying the adage of "don't look down" with some anticipation of my landing. Only, something was different. My view below was dominated by Panda, who was leaning against the tree with a sneaky smile on her face.
To my shock, I watched her open her mouth wide below me!
"Pan...da?" I blinked incredulously.
All at once the regular pace of the clock returned, and I plummeted towards my friend's face. Without my noticing, she'd changed her own size--into that all-too-familiar height near twelve feet. I knew that size with only a glance since i'd grown so comfortable with it...and within it. At the proportions we were--six inches to twelve feet--I was the perfect size for her to swallow whole!
I believe that's how my next sentence went. I glided purely on accident clear into Panda's soft lips, an interesting sort of landing and the opposite of what i'd been expecting. In a panic I dropped my leaf, clinging instead to her plush upper lip. THAT was a mistake. She wasted no time, flicking out her crimson tongue and lapping at my whole torso, before curling it around my body and retreating within her maw--WITH me!
"Ack!" I sputtered at the sudden change in venue. My hoodie was already sticky and wet with her saliva, save for weird dry patches where my sleeves or pockets would rub up against her teeth or gums. This was crazy! How'd I ended up in a game of cat-and-mouse with my predatory friend?
It all came rushing to me, just as surely as her spit pooled at my fingertips. Panda must've been planning this all along! That's why she wanted me to shrink down, instead of growing and going off to find some giant-sized natural playground deep in the forest. I'd stumbled into a scheme of hers to make me a snack!
"Th-this wasn't the plan! What's g-gotten into you?" I yelled out over her satisfied sighs and "Mmmmmmmhh"'s. She was obviously enjoying the outdoors-y flavor I offered from my tumble in the leaves. Desperate I pawed at her upper tongue, towards the more sensitive, larger taste buds. I was trying to edge her into opening her mouth up once more; If I kept my head on my shoulders, I could just maybe sneak out of her mouth--
It was in this exact moment that Panda decided to answer my previous question.
"What's gotten into me? Simple, Andrew," she said, licking at my whole body. "You!"
With that I felt the 'floor' of her tongue heave as her whole head tilted back! I was flat on my chest, stuck wriggling as my shoes poked against the soft flesh of her throat. Her powerful, slick muscles were too strong for me to wriggle free of--I was trapped!
"Oh, what-ever," I groaned.
With that, Panda swallowed me whole! I must confess, as someone who's made this lovely trip to her tummy many times before, I sometimes ponder the irony of my own distaste for being swallowed alive against my will. It's one thing when my dear Dragonair, my closest companion of the animal kingdom, does it; I always know roughly where she'll be, and the experience feels more like sliding into a warm, wet sleeping bag. But for my human pred-friends, vore can be a really crazy misadventure. All the things I love about being tucked away inside a loved one's body--the warmth, the coziness, the wet-and-dry, back-and-forth balance of being a part of another person's natural rhythm...it feels surreal and special and amazing.
But now? Well, I felt like someone who was wearing clothes totally soaked through by the saliva of a clever, hungry little sister, who was now on a basically one-way trip that effectively strong-armed my entire evening!
"Ugh!" I scoffed as she swallowed, my hands casually crossing the strange tissues of Panda's esophagus as more mucous and saliva clung to my hair and clothes. I knew she was enjoying every second of her capture of me, not just from my past experiences. Her breath was quickened; I could tell as her epiglottis fastened shut during my descent. Her body was like a livewire, humming with a rapid heart rate I could hear resonate as she pushed me past it. And don't get me started on her own voice. She was laughing and cooing and humming--heck, she may as well have patted herself on the back for the successful swallowing of her prey.
Only a few seconds later I felt a surge of pressure near my toes, then ankles, then up my legs. Her esophageal valve had seized me, and moments later I officially ended my experimental jump off the tree with an unceremonious Squelch! into her stomach floor.
"This was NOT what I had in mind, Panda!!!" I rose to my knees, a little dizzy from my crazy ride. Her stomach was its usual welcoming environment: warm, slowly kneading walls of orangish-pinkish tissue, all damp with her muted digestive juices. Her floor heaved a little with each breath, likely due to the diaphragm beneath it. I brushed as much of her sticky stuff out of my hair before steadying my body against the wall of her belly.
A half an hour ago i'd been leaning against a tree trunk. Now, the walls of one of my best friend's internal organs. That's my life for you.
"Pandaaaaaaaaaa!" I groaned, kicking into the side of her stomach. I knew the blow wouldn't do a thing to her, but I deserved a bit of venting anyways.
"Hehehe!" I heard her giggle outside. Well, outside, and inside, and all around. When you're standing within the source of a laugh, it can be a pretty wonderful feeling--or pretty friggin' embarrassing if that's the last place you wanted to end up. "Gotcha, Andrew," she said playfully. "You fell for that so perfectly!"
"Yeah, being nommed was DEFINITELY not on my radar, you....giantess," I shot back weakly. It didn't really work as an insult in this case.
"C'mon, you know it's fair and square. If you'd have said no earlier, I would've just found another way to shrink you down later. Face it, you were ending up in there one way or the other tonight." Panda sounded so pleased with her soothsaying that I wanted to laugh along with her, but I was still fairly miffed.
"Oh, so you extrapolated "please eat me" from "please come help me rake leaves," huh?"
"You don't need to sound so bugged, Andrew! It's not like I did anything bad. You know you like it in there," she giggled again. I felt a strong pressure from the wall I'd been leaning against, most likely her hand rubbing against me. I wasn't sure if it was to reassure me or to reassure herself that she'd got me safe and sound inside her tummy.
"N-normally you'd not find me complaining, Panda, you know that. But this was--I mean, it just--seriously?" I couldn't find the right words to say; on top of that, I was blushing. I'm not shy about admitting how wonderful this sweet symbiosis is, but it's not an everyday occurrence, not even between Dragonair and I.
"Yup!" was her simple reply. With that, I felt my surroundings shifting as Panda's whole body moved. "Where are we going?" I shouted above the squelching noises of her stomach.
"Well, indoors for a bit," she said. "I could always finish up cleaning outside, buuuut I was thinking i'm a little thirsty. I could use a drink."
"Oh come ON!" I groaned, juxtaposed by her giggling. "You're not adding THAT to my day, are you?"
"Now now, Andrew, you invited me over. It's only proper that you offer your guests a drink, right?" I knew she knew how badly she was messing with me.
I steadied myself with the swaying of her belly, rising to my feet again. "You'd better not, Panda. I'm not ready for a bath, you hear me? I mean I WAS gonna shower later, and now I most definitely will need to since i'm covered in goo from you. B-but you-goo is QUITE enough for one day!"
I vaguely heard the swinging of the screen door from outside, though it was mostly just her body groaning and gurgling that dominated my aural perception. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios of what Panda would swallow. I ran a mental inventory of the beverages in my refrigerator:
Grape juice: not too uncomfortable but it stains like no other, she won't pick that. Water, most likely, it could get tricky if she gulps down a small sea to her stomach. Milk, delicious to drink, NOT so delicious to try and swim in. Soda, sticky and sweet--!!!
My heart skipped a beat as I remembered something I'd just bought earlier in the day, that was cooling in the front of the fridge. Something I knew, with a sigh, would be the target of Panda's thirst.
"You got me CIDER???" I heard her exclaim happily.
"Oh, crud..." I muttered.
Apple cider. It's a quintessential drink of Fall, spiced and fruity. It's also the flavor Panda most associates with the taste of, well, me. Long story short? If that stuff ended up inside her stomach, I'd be stuck in there all night long just by her contented enjoyment of doubling up on that sensation.
"Please, just don't," I pleaded halfheartedly. I mean, how silly is this? I wanted to just chuckle and sigh and give into the silly fun of vore, but...grr, I was just frustrated. Still, I thought, this'll make for a great story to tell Dragonair tomorrow.
"Too late! It's heading down the hatch, my dear little friend!" I felt her upper muscles move a bit, tensing up then easing as a small cascade of cider splashed into her stomach.
Rinse and repeat that process--pleading and pandering only to be met by another gulp--and you can imagine how the next ten minutes or so went.
Finally we reached an 'equilibrium' as Panda entered a reclining position on my floor. At least, I think it was my floor. It couldn't have been the the couch, she was too big for it. I don't know. All I knew was I was practically adrift in a current of apple cider and Panda slime inside of her warm, cozy stomach. And every few minutes i'd hear her sigh, or say thank you to me, or feel her hand rest above me. Occasionally she'd press her fingers in, poking around under her rib cage to try and find me inside her tummy. I'd bat its indentation away, rolling my eyes at my loveable, laughable pred friend.
"Hey Andrew," she finally said, in barely more than a whisper. I crawled up to the closely-pressed walls near that upper ring of muscle, on a sort-of shoreline of pink stomach tissue against the deep brown pool of cider.
"What is it, you big lug?" I murmured back.
"You should invite me over to help with raking leaves more often."