A Simple Theft

A cat burglar snuck around the house. That is to say, quite literally he was a cat. A jaguar to be specific, but it'd be hard to say with the dark clothes and the lighting (nonexistent, given the night.) The jaguar was able to use his excellent night vision to peer inside houses for valuables or dangers. In this household, it seemed perfectly safe. The resident, a frog, was asleep, and also alone. 

So he made his move, entering the home from a window furthest from the sleeping victim. It was the living room, a fantastic place to begin. He pulled out a garbage bag and began to gather belongings. Big electronics first, quickly occupying a bag. He set it near the window. He tore another garbage bag out, now gathering some miscellaneous valuables such as china. He very carefully laid it down next to the other bag, tore one more, and moved to the next room.

He went into the kitchen and scanned for objects worthy of robbery. Nothing in particular here. He got some more china, and decided to take a detour into the fridge. He found a lot of insects, which he grimaced at, filtering through the frog food. In the back of a low shelf, he was able to find a nice, large chicken. He pulled it out quickly, licking his chops. He wondered momentarily why a frog would have this but shrugged and closed the fridge. He had to be moving so he took this opportunity to practice his last resort tool of avoiding detection.

The cat swallowed the chicken whole. In his confidence he tossed it in the air, and caught it his mouth, though making him choke slightly. His eyes watered a bit but he began to gulp down his late-night meal. Despite being cold, he found the meat delicious, and was glad for the detour. He continued to swallow down the chicken, it making a silly bulge as it went towards his stomach.

He momentarily abandoned his loot to go stare in a mirror in the living room. He admired his strength as his throat pushed the chicken. He especially liked seeing the chicken drop below his neck, then into his belly with a nice audible gluck. The chicken disappeared momentarily then reappeared as a bulge in his belly as it settled. He patted his belly, smirking, then made a relatively loud burp.

He immediately covered his mouth. Was he blown? He moved as fast as he could while remaining silent to the bedroom. The frogman laid there, snoring, his incredibly long tongue sprawled across the ground. The jaguar shivered to think of all the things that tongue must be picking up, but he was distracted by the appealing jewelry on a nightstand near him. The burglar grew a devilish grin and he went back to the kitchen and retrieved his slightly filled bag.

He returned to the bedroom with care. The frog remained asleep, deeply at that. As he waited a safe time of 3 minutes to see if he would move, he eyed over the resident. If need be, he figured he could swallow him down without too much difficulty. He was rather skinny (it made him wonder how such a long tongue could fit within the frog's mouth) and after all -- he patted his already bulging belly and stifled the burp this time -- he was more than capable. He grinned and licked his chops. He almost wished the victim would wake up. The thought grew more appealing with every second.

After three minutes, he moved in, with extreme caution. He moved towards the stand with thought in each step, carefully stepping over the man's tongue and closer to his prize. He reached it rather quickly, staring at the jewels with glee and taking a side glance at the oblivious resident. The frog took a deep breath, but let out another snore. The jaguar began to transfer the possessions from the stand to his garbage bag. He amused himself with the irony of it, as it was most certainly not trash. As he finished emptying the stand, he decided to tie the bag to himself, as it was fairly lightweight, and he may need to dash out (as much as he relished the idea, eating a whole other person might leave him trapped in this house.)

As the burglar began to leave, he stepped on something squishy. His hair stood on end, and he slowly turned to see if he woke his victim up. The frog flipped onto its back and let out another snore. The jaguar breathed a sigh of relief, but found his shoe stuck fast to the tongue. He tried to remove it with his other shoe, but only managed to get them both stuck on the tongue. He swore under his breath and began to undo his shoes, when the tongue moved and his hands slipped onto the tongue.

He swore violently, but still quietly. He tried to think about how he could get off this. Carefully, he decided to try manually pulling his hind paws out of his shoes, since his shoes wouldn't move. He successfully pulled out both feet and placed them on the soft rug. Now he wondered about his feet, but before he could react, the tongue moved again. He noticed it was moving inwards, retracting. He decided to try and grip into the rug, hoping his hands would budge before the rug.

He would be wrong. As the frog's tongue continued to retract, it pulled the cat's feet off the ground, rug still attached. The cat grew extremely annoyed at this turn of events, but still not fearful. He would be able to live his last resort fantasy momentarily. The shoe was first in line to the frog's mouth, who still snored. The jaguar noted to himself how terrible the frog's breath smelled at this close-up. It was like a thousand dead bugs. As he scrunched up his nose, his shoe went over the frog's lips, resulting in... Nothing.

The jaguar was dumbfounded at this frog. It had no reaction to a shoe passing into its mouth. He merely doubled his reaction when the second shoe entered its mouth. However that time, the frog's mouth closed and he made some sort of noise. The jaguar prepared himself. At the first signs of consciousness, he would extend his jaws over the frog's head. Easy-peasy from there. However, his fantasies continued to be crushed as he heard the frog merely mumble (with a stuffed face) "Thanks..." And swallow the shoes down. 

The cat burglar watched, stunned, as his shoes passed down the frog's throat and then into its belly, mirroring his own reflection he saw earlier. As the homeowner's maw reopened, and the tongue conveyor continued inwards, the jaguar grew its first traces of panic. It began to try and grip onto the edge of the bed, as his legs still hung off, but his claws couldn't pierce both the rug and the bed at the same time. His left paw, then right paw each entered the frog's mouth. The mouth closed, cheeks full.

The jaguar began to violently attempt to pull his paws off the tongue. He yanked and yanked but nothing worked. In between yanks, he felt the stickiness fade, but before he could yank again, a strong muscle grabbed his paws. His eyes widened in horror as he began to watch his own hands, then arms, travel down the frog's throat. He couldn't take his eyes off them as he felt each and every gulp. His eyes met the stomach, he felt the gluck he had just minutes earlier found delight in, and he felt frog lips upon his chin. His last sight was the frog's expanding belly.

The cat suddenly had matted fur all over, soaking wet with saliva. He said, "No, no, no!" With rising tone and volume, but the only person who could even potentially hear him was his devourer, and the frog remained asleep despite the late night snack. The cat felt the sticky tongue across his face, and a brief glimpse of light as more of his body slid in but it was quickly obscured by the throat muscles grabbing him. Even the bag of jewels around his neck couldn't stop the ravenous frog. As he passed through the throat, he could only imagine how he must look from outside, how it would have looked if he had been the one swallowing the damn frog. His thoughts were interrupted by the slow, but loud beat if the frog's heart. And shortly after that, by the gluck he used to love.

His head fell unceremoniously into the stomach, briefly crumpling his arms before he could readjust himself. Not after too long, his torso came through, then his legs, the prison growing ever crowded, not to mention the shoes, and any pre-existing digested gloop (the jaguar tried not to think of that as his future.) He felt annoyance at the jewel bag that was he was forced to hold. If he had known this would be his fate, well... He'd gladly take jail time instead. The cat's fall from grace reached a pause when his feet came to the maw. The rug was still attached! Could he hope to still escape from this prison by waking up the frog?

Naturally, no. The frog yawned as the rug tickled his nose, allowing for the rug to be pulled within his maw with the last of the would-be burglar. He felt his feet pass down the frog's throat and rejoin him in the belly of the beast. The stomach rumbled around him, quite content with its sizable meal. He could feel the digested gloop under him begin to slowly rise around his body. A burp could be heard, sounding rather muffled.

The frog food grew angry, hissing and growling and swearing. He cried out to deaf ears about the unfairness of his situation. Attempted struggles just resulted in loud, satisfied belches, and a slight speeding up of fate. There was a sudden, slight drop as his former shoes broke apart. The jaguar-turned-meal came to realize his clothes had dissolved around him. The digestive fluids were in full gear, and the stomach churned and gurgled even above his protests. The bag in his lap dissolved, revealing the ever so valuable jewelry. Or rather once valuable. The jaguar passed out shortly afterwards as his fur began to come off.

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Mr. Phibi woke up feeling awfully heavy. Perhaps he overate last night. He stretched laying down, rolling up his tongue and then laying his hands atop his chest which was... Higher than he expected. He looked down at his belly, now fully awake. It was rather full. Surely he couldn't have eaten that much...? He rubbed it, confused, then suddenly felt something come up his throat. He burped and a wet, slimy broken necklace flew out of his mouth and onto his belly! He yelped in surprise and glanced at the necklace. "Hey wait a..." He inspected it closer, then turned to find his night stand empty. 

His heart sunk somewhat as he realized he may have been robbed though... It doesn't explain the necklace coming out of his mouth, or his bulging gut. He scratched his head, then turned and jumped out of bed (or tried; he had forgotten about his newfound weight) and landed on hard wood. He could've sworn he had a rug there... He glanced under his bed and around his room, but no rug was to be found. His bedside was slightly scratched up though. 

He continued through his house, slower than normal, still adjusting to his weight. He walked into the kitchen, finding that a few decorative plates were missing. He checked his fridge and realized part of what must have happened. "Ohhh... I must've ate that whole chicken last night while I was sleeping or something. Dammit. I was saving that." He shook his head and shut his fridge, semi-angrily pounding his belly (and belching more semi-digested jewelry.)

As be entered his living room he both immediately noticed a draft and his missing TV. He gasped but turned towards the draft's source and noticed two garbage bags. With further inspection he discovered his TV! And DVD player, laptop... Everything really. He shut the window afterwards but scratched his head at the whole situation. 

He came to the conclusion that a robber must've broke in, and made it as far as the kitchen, but was frightened by his sleep-moving. And he himself ate the jewelry, probably thinking it was rock candy, then made his way to the kitchen and ate that whole chicken. It seemed to make sense to him. He yawned and burped again, poking his belly. He was rather annoyed at the sudden girth, but he'd have to get used to it. He shrugged, yawning once more and wrinkling his nose at his morning breath. "Smells like wet cat... Welp, time to get ready for the day!" He headed to the bathroom, rather satisfied that nothing bad happened last night.