*Yawn* “what time is it?" I look over at my clock and realise to my horror that it was time to go to work again. I sit up on the side of my bed and stretch as my German shepherd named fallout ran in and assaulted my face with his wet slimy tongue.

“Ok, fine, I am getting up." I stand up and look in the mirror seeing a tired looking human staring back at me.

*Sigh* “time for your breakfast." I go to the kitchen to portion out fallout's kibble.

“Here you go sir." I say doing my best fancy waiter impression; placing his food on the floor in front of him. I get dressed for work putting on my zoo keeper's uniform seeing permanent stains from the years of hard work that plagued my aching body.

After arriving in the zoo, I head straight to my office, walking past a few employees leaving their night shift looking like zombies. I simply nod in their direction as they leave for the day. I walk into my office seeing a folder waiting for me on my desk. I suddenly remember why I had to come in early, we are receiving a pet tiger that someone had to surrender.

I head to the veterinarian building, where they are receiving the tiger to make sure it is healthy enough to go to its enclosure. I walk in seeing the tiger already on the vet's table, the vet looked over at me as I go through the door.

“Morning sir! Just got Brutus on the table." The tiger was laying on the table awake and staring at me. I feel un easy being watched but I keep my cool. The vet hands me a pair of rubber gloves as the tiger is put to sleep.

“Sorry to ask this of you, my assistant is out sick today and I need help with him. I need you to slide a breathing tube down his throat into his larynx." She said while walking away. I have done this once before because we are regularly short on staff. I walk up to the tiger and put on my gloves, I look as the mouth is tied open and I kneel down getting a good look at the pink and pulsating throat. The vet hands me the tube and I slide my hand past the back of the tongue and feel my hand engulfed in the hot slimy throat. I feel for the opening and suddenly the tiger swallowed around my arm as I get it in, I pull my arm out and my hand is covered in a thick slime.

The vet finished with Brutus and we were able to get him to his enclosure without any incidents. I grabbed some food for him for when he wakes up, he was unsteady getting up but otherwise he was back to normal. I go to check my phone and realise in horror that it had dropped out of my pocket in the tiger's cage. I look at Brutus and I see the phone is near him. I get him over to the cage we use for cleaning days and lock him in. I head into the main cage and my phone is gone, I hear Brutus growling so I look over and see he has my phone in his mouth.

I watch in disbelief as he turned the phone length wise in his mouth and swallowed my phone in an audible gulp. I swear he is smirking at me as the odd lump slid down his neck and disappeared into his chest. I walk towards the gate in defeat when I hear a distinct *click* and a groan as the only door separating me and Brutus swung open. I know he was a pet and never hurt his owner, but he doesn't know me; in that moment my blood went cold as I know I won't make it to the door before he can.

He calmly walked towards me keeping his eyes trained on me the whole time. I start backing away from him and he slowly followed me, I start to get close to the door and he jumped on me.

I hit the ground hard knocking the wind out of me and Brutus took the opportunity and everything went dark as he put my head in his mouth. His tongue feels like hot slimy sandpaper against my face and I feel his soft palette on the top of my head. I am still slightly dazed until I feel a muscle contraction and hear a gulp as my head feels like it went into a hot wet tube sock.

I start flailing my arms and start pushing against Brutus to no avail. I am done for; I start to cry as he swallows again putting my shoulders inside his jaws. His teeth don't scrape me as more of my arms and chest slide into the dark wet abyss of his throat; it feels like forever but I feel a tight ring slide over my head as I catch my first glimpse of my fleshy tomb. Somehow there is enough light to see in here, I slide my head in and it smells like death. The pink wrinkled walls of his stomach accepts me even though I am a tight fit, I hear the thumping of his heart and the gastric squelch of my path to come. The stomach feels like a slimy hug over my entire body slowly massaging me, I feel a thick slimy liquid join me in my prison, his belly sloshed and now I am covered in it completely, the feeling of impending doom hit me as I come to terms that my fate is to be nothing more than some fat and a fart for this tiger. On the bright side I got my phone, too bad the acid killed it. I slowly drift off to sleep knowing I won't wake up.

I wake up to a weird sensation of being touched all over my body, it smells like a bad fart in here and I can't move. Sudden realization hits me like a brick wall and I remember where I am. I start seeing a bright light ahead of me and the smell has gotten much worse, my head starts squeezing through his anus and I finally breath some fresh air.

When I finally was fully out, I just laid down and Brutus started licking his penis as he sat next to my head.

'He enjoyed me being in there? I mean, I didn't hate being in there'

I checked the time and I was inside him for 6 hours, I have to admit, it was the best sleep I have ever had. He was still licking himself and he made a grunting noise and sprayed hot tiger sperm on my face, some landed on my lips so I tried it, it tastes a fair bit salty but not bad at all. I look at him and he stood up stretching giving me a good look at where I just came out of, for just pushing a human through there his anus looks tight and only a little slimy. He was looking back at me as he sat down on my face pushing his hot sticky anus against my mouth, he stood up again with a smirk.

I sat up and grabbed his tail lifting it and leaning in and gave his fleshy pucker a lick, his anus tastes a little sour and has a hint of something sweet. He grumbled his approval so I continued to rim his anus, I let go and he almost fell over on me. I crouched behind him and kissed his anus with the tip of my penis and he sat back sinking me into him up to my balls, his rectum was squeezing and pulling as I started to thrust into him. His insides are hot and slimy, making it seem impossible to last long; after a few long minutes of thrusting into his pucker he blew his load onto the ground squeezing me hard inside him, making me paint his rectum with sperm. I pulled out and laid down panting hard.

Eventually, I got up and left the cage, I got a long shower and went home. I still smell like death and somehow, I am fine with it. Fallout was waiting for me at the door when I got home, he gave me one sniff and ran off. I don't blame him; I would try to get away from that smell if I could.