You were taken from the city on your daily walk—by what or by whom you don’t know. All you know is that someone is cupping you in two paws, and by the way their stomach is growling, they seem hungry. . .
You struggle against those strong paws, squirming and writhing as you are carried further and further away. The sounds of the city have long since quieted, and you fear you will never see your home again. Determined, you push fiercely against the fingers, using all your might to try and set yourself free. But they don’t even budge, and, defeated, you slouch against the hand, waiting for your fate.
There is the sound of a door opening and more walking; then, finally, your captor lifts their paws up. You cringe at the sudden light, but (thankfully) you’re able to quickly adjust, and taking in your new surroundings. Looking around, you see that you’re in what appears to be a kitchen: there’s an island in front of you, absolutely massive in scale, stretching out before you like an open field. Across from it, after a big gap, is a large countertop, with several kitchen appliances on top of its surface. Next to that is a refrigerator, its low hum loud in your tiny ears, and a cabinet likely loaded with food. The familiarity to your own home is more frightening than it is reassuring.
That’s when you hear the breathing behind you. Turning around, you finally see your captor, and gulp.
They are a giant anthropomorphic cheetah, with orange eyes and light yellow fur. He grin down at you with giant teeth, and lick his lips. This can’t be good. . .
“Hello, morsel,” says the cheetah, their voice booming loudly around you. “I am Justin. I would say nice to meet you—but you’re going to be digested very soon.”
“Digested!” you squeak. “No, no, please—!”
“Or perhaps I’ll reform you,” ponders Justin, scratching his furry chin with one paw. “I /do/ love enjoying meals more than once, after all. . .”
He grins, and looks down at you, licking his lips again. “Ah well. In any case. . .”
He dumps you unceremoniously onto the countertop, and you thud against it, the cold surface greeting you as you fall. For a minute you’re dazed, but then you see Justin moving backward, and sitting down in a massive chair. Then his feet come up to greet you.
His yellow footpaws are each massive in scale compared to you, reminders of just how tiny you are in this terrible situation. As they come up past the island, and enter your view bit by bit, they only grow bigger and bigger, until they are completely in view, just barely able to fill your full range of vision. Shuddering, you stare up at those feet, studying them as you ponder what horrible thing will happen next. Will they squash you like a fly, turn your life into barely a stain on a table? What is this cheetah planning?
The toes of the feet wiggle, and huge claws unsheathe from the toes, making you cry out in surprise and fear. The toes dance mockingly in front of your vision, and Justin laughs, his amusement loud and terrifying around you. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, and as they go close and then far, you wince every time. It only seems inevitable now that you’ll be squashed. You just hope it won’t be too soon—
The surface of the foot then rises up, and it comes closer and closer to you, filling your vision completely. You scream, and in your panicked state you don’t even think of getting up and running: you curl up into a ball, covering your eyes with your arms, and wait for Justin to squish you.
“No . . . perhaps that isn’t the best way to use my new guest.”
His voice booms around you, and you dare to peek out from between your arms. The feet slowly retreat, and they go back down to the floor, leaving you face to face with the giant cheetah once again. Justin stares at you, and then, he licks his lips.
“It’s dinner time.”
Oh no. . .
He reaches out with one paw, and for a moment, everything is in slow motion. The giant paw slowly advances toward you, creeping closer and closer, those fingers flexing as they come nearer. You can see the pads of his hand and fingers as they come toward you, but before you can really do anything, suddenly two of those fingers grab you.
You’re brought up to Justin’s face, and he opens his mouth wide. “See ya,” he says, and tosses you inside his mouth. You only get a glimpse of the light before the maw closes, trapping you inside.
You’re licked all over by his tongue, tasted just like any other treat, and then shoved to the back of his throat. “No!” you scream, trying to scramble upward. But a /gulp/ sends you down, and before you know it, you’re deposited into his stomach.
The space churns around you, gurgling and growling at the presence of new food. You gasp for air, trying to breathe, but just as you get your bearings, stomach fluid rains down on you, filling up the space and forcing you to swim. You try to catch up with the current, but before long, you’re swept away.
A moment later, you black out, and are digested.

“Wake up, morsel.”
You groan, and open your eyes, slowly sitting up. When your vision adjusts, you see a familiar space: the island you saw before, and the appliances! You’re in that cheetah’s kitchen, aren’t you?
Turning around confirms your suspicious: there he is, towering above you, a terrible grin on his face. “I decided to reform you after all, morsel,” he says, licking his lips. “You still belong to me, got that, food?
“Now, how shall I play with you next. . .?”