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“Hello! Welcome to Just Fresh Bakery! What would you like to buy?” Vixie asked the anthro dog girl with a bright smile on her face. Her fox ears twitched with cheer and her tail flicked around to show how happy she was instead of being a fake “customer service” only employee.

“May I have three jelly-filled donuts? I’m feeling kind of piggy today,” the dog girl responded. Her ears flopped to the sides of her head with a sandier color of brown hair than Vixie’s. Her skin tone was also lighter into than Vixie’s with her Caucasion background. Vixie’s background was Asian, making her have tan skin.

Vixie then checked their supply in front and was forced to go to the kitchen. She went back to the cash register with lips held together like she had disappointed the customer.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. We’re out of donuts right now, but we’re making them as we speak. If you’re willing to wait maybe twenty to thirty minutes, we’ll have them out for you all fresh-baked and everything. How does that sound?” said the fox girl, pursing her lips. She really didn’t want to make the customer upset.

The dog girl only laughed in response, “That’s quite alright! I’m not doing anything today, and I’d be happy to wait. If you don’t mind, I’ll be outside if it’s not much trouble.” She planted a foot towards the way she would go while pointing her fingers in the direction as well.

“That’s okay. Here, take one of these,” Vixie said as she handed the customer an object that would blink for notification. The customer thanked Vixie, taking the object and walked out with a swing of her hips. Her fluffy tail clearly showed that she was a collie dog. Her hair came down to about between her shoulder blades, too. Vixie couldn’t help but take a nice look at her appearance from her radiant beauty.

After a shake off of the stare, the kitsune (Japanese for fox) found that there were no other customers. She waited for about three minutes to lose interest since there were a lot of people leaving with no one coming in. Vixie glanced out the window at the collie that sat on a bench and then looked at the kitchen doors. She finally just went into the kitchen to put an apron over her navy blue jeans and black work shirt. The white article of clothing just went down to her knees.

"How’s it goin’, Tory?” Vixie greeted the anthro the wolf that was stirring up a cake mix with a mechanical beater.

“Hey, Vixie! It must be really slow today if you’ve back here, eh? It’s always nice to see your shining face, though.” Tory has always been a tease and flirt, especially to Vixie.

“I wish I could say the same to you,” giggled the kitsune. Tory was covered in flour that turned her ebony fur to snow white.

“Heheh, yeah. I guess I’m just getting carried away. I don’t think we’ve ever had this many orders in a long time.” She stopped the beater and laid it down. She asked, “Do you think you can mix up that cake while I wash up?”

“I’d be glad to,” responded Vixie as she hugged her in kindness since she barely got to work in the kitchen.

Tory just smiled at the anthro fox hugging her and gently pushed her away. She exclaimed, “Okay, okay! Just don’t mess anything up.” She went away to the bathroom as Vixie watched her dreamily.

The kitsune girl Vixie picked up the beater, still dreaming about Tory. She put the still beaters in the bowl and accidently turned it on high. The batter flew everywhere within five feet, but it mostly splattered on Vixie. The sudden rush of energy that coursed through the cake batter acted like an explosion.

“Eep!” Vixie screamed in fear over the loud buzzing of the beater. “Help! The beater’s possessed!” Tory swiftly ran out of the bathroom, still wet from washing, and unplugged the beater. She took a good look at it to see it on high.

“What am I going to do with you?” Tory sighed. She took a look around and turned the beater off from its highest level and plugged it back in.

“Go clean up while I wipe everything off here,” the wolf chef said as she looked over Vixie’s cake batter splattered body. “You’re lucky that the head chef isn’t here yet.” Tory began to clean up the kitchen with a rag as fast as she could. Vixie was frowning on the sidelines as she watched.

“I-I’m sorry, Tory,” the fox girl said sadly.

“It’s okay, Vixie. Go and wash up before the chef gets here!” the wolf girl commanded. Vixie nodded in obedience, and then rushed to the bathroom. A couple minutes later, she walked out with a water splotched outfit. Tory had cleaned most of the kitchen while customers were waiting at the counter.

“I can’t believe I did that. Now I have to work like this,” said Vixie worriedly. She groaned as she began to walk fast towards the kitchen exit; Tory caught her by the shoulder as Vixie put her hand on the door.

“I’ll take the cash register, Vixie,” Tory’s kind voice sounded. She turned the fox around and saw one sport of cake batter. A smirk crept from one cheek to the other. “You missed a spot,” she said as she poked her friend’s high chest.

Vixie looked down but didn’t see anything since her chin went over the spot. “I don’t see anything,” she claimed.

Tory lifted her chin up and licked it off. Vixie’s face immediately flushed red over her tan skin. She stood starch still in front of the exit while Tory looked her over, taking off her own apron.

“What’s wrong with you? I was just helping you clean up,” laughed the wolf girl. She walked up to her fox friend to give her a hug. The anthro kitsune seemed smaller in the wolf’s arms. “Well, clean up the rest. I’ll work the register.” Tory patted her on the shoulder and walked off to serve the customers. Vixie walked over to the dough, noticing she’s gotten smaller from five feet tall to four feet and nine inches.

“Oh no!” Vixie exclaimed in a worry. “She shouldn’t have licked me there. Ugh, not again.” She stopped to try and think it over. “Let’s see, the remedy is…” She snapped her fingers to try and jog her memory while she herself got smaller. Now her height was four feet tall and still shrinking. “Tickling my feet!” she said finally. The fox girl looked down at her toes and wiggled them. She then looked at the kitchen exit. “I don’t want to bother Tory. I’ve already caused her enough trouble. But what do I do?”

Vixie searched for something in the kitchen for something to tickle herself with and be sanitary. She wouldn’t want to make something germ infested with her feet and give the restaurant a bad name. That would just make her selfish. So the kitsune scuffled her feet across the clean floor in hopes to tickle herself, but to no avail as she kept getting smaller and smaller. Soon, her body was only two feet high; she was forced to climb on top of a counter then wait for someone to notice her.

“I’m sure I’ll be squished now,” Vixie said to herself. At that moment, the head chef walked in from the back entrance. The head chef was a neko (Japanese for cat) in her forties, but she still looked young and in her thirties.

“Hello. Is anyone here?” the cat confusedly said to the seemingly empty kitchen. Her eyes were a sea blue, her hair a sunshine yellow-like blonde, and her fur was snow white. She wore the stereotypical white pants and shirt made for a chef. As this cat walked in, she put on her chef hat, still looking around the kitchen for someone.

Finally, Tory walked into the kitchen to find only the head chef. “Uh… hello, Dawnpaw. Where’s Vixie? She was just in here,” she said, looking under counters and cracks she might’ve been able to slip through at her full size. Vixie had actually shrunken down to three inches and scurrying behind things with an intention in finding something to notify them with.

The fox girl yelled, “Tory! Dawnpaw-sensei! I’m over here!” Her resounding shouts for help resulted in little, faint squeaks for Tory and Dawnpaw from her small size.

“We’ll look for her later. Right now, we have orders to fill. What’s this supposed to be?” Dawnpaw asked, pointing to some floured dough. As she looked away, Vixie squeezed herself under it, thinking she’d be able to contact her with it somehow.

“Um… that’s… donuts,” Tory answered. The wolf girl was working on the cake again since she had to start over from scratch. Vixie was trying to punch holes in the donut dough to try and get the head chef’s, or anyone’s, attention. But she was suddenly lifted up and balled up in the dough. She was jostled, pushed, and pulled while inside the dough ball, but the thick dough softened each hard hitting blow that Dawnpaw dealt to the small girl.

Vixie felt weak as the jostling movements stopped. She heard the plopping of a few other dough balls, and then sudden rumblings. What could this mean?

The question was soon answered as the vibrations stopped with the heat also turning up. Vixie was getting baked inside the donut! Luckily, the dough was thick enough to provide her a small covering from the heat.

“I can’t believe I’m being baked inside a donut. This is just wonderful. I’m sure that I’ll make a customer happy,” Vixie said like it was no big deal. Her optimistic personality kind of did this to her. “I hope I taste good to the customer.” She then relaxed and waited for the baking to stop, awaiting her death from the immense heat. The fox girl just closed her eyes, thinking this would be her last moments…

Vixie slowly woke up from her sleep. She knew that she would be in a different place, but she was still in the same position as last time. Suddenly, a jelly filling was squirt into the donut, forcing her to down some of it.

“I’m still in the donut! Oh my gosh, I bet that was the head chef that did that, too,” she said to herself. “Might as well enjoy the filling that’s left in here, though.” There were a little more vibrations as the donut moved more. She looked out the hole in the donut to try and find her surroundings.

She heard a bark of cheer come from above her, and she looked up. It was the collie from before! The beautiful, sandy-furred dog hugged the small basket to her breasts in excitement. Vixie couldn’t help but take a look at them to see what kind of size she had.

“I can’t wait to get home and eat these!” the collie exclaimed. Vixie knew her fate and tried to claw her way out, but then the pastry would be ruined for the girl and she also couldn’t get out on her own. The fox girl sighed and sank into the donut dough. Her belly was bloated from eating so much of the jelly filling to give herself room; there was some still left in the donut, but there was plenty of room.

“If I die today, I’m glad it’s to help someone get food. The best I can hope for now is that I taste good,” Vixie repeated. She totally understated what kind of situation she was in; she did make the best of her time by looking at the passing by scenery through the small hole the donut had in it. She soon fell asleep to the constant rhythm of the collie girl’s step.

Once the rhythm stopped, Vixie woke up as she found that their travels have ended. She heard the creak of a door and then a thump as the basket was put down. She looked out the hole to see a glass of milk being poured, and then the sounds of answering machine turning on.

“Heya, Callie!” the answering machine sounded. The way the feminine voice barked out, Vixie thought it was another girl dog. “I hope you’re liking your day off! I was just checkin’ in on you, I guess. Love ya, Sissy! Bye!” The answering machine cut off, leaving no more sound except the barking laugh of the collie.

“Callie the collie…” Vixie softly said. “Cute.” She giggled as she thought about how Callie looked from the last time she saw her.

“Wow, Laruen. Do you always have to call me?” the collie asked the machine, referring to the caller. She went to the table that had the basket of four donuts and drank a bit of her milk. She sucked out the jelly filling of a donut and then popped the rest of the donut in, having the sweetness just melt in her mouth. Callie gave a low moan from how great it tasted.

“This is my best day ever!” Callie exclaimed while wagging her tail on the sofa. She picked up the other two donut holes and ate them normally but still savoring them. Then Callie picked up Vixie’s donut. Vixie slumped into the donut as she saw Callie’s mouth clearly from the view of the hole in the donut.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad I’ll be making her day even better. I hope she’s good with that tongue of hers.” Vixie giggled and awaited her messy fate of going into Callie’s stomach.

The girl collie sucked Vixie out, some of the jelly masking her fox taste; then came the donut right after her, melting a bit in her mouth. Vixie was actually right as she was rolled around inside Callie’s mouth from her tongue. Strange, but she enjoyed this part just a little bit, for she knew it made the dog girl happy.

Finally, the small kitsune girl and the remnants of the donut were swallowed. She went down whole into the girl’s esophagus. Callie murred as she felt a small lump travelling down her throat. She thought it was the donut, of course. It seemed to have trouble going down, so Callie drank some milk with it for lubrication.

Vixie felt a rush of cool liquid hit her to drench her even more. It wet her and the sides of the esophagus to make her slip faster down the throat of the inu (Japanese for dog). Although she slipped easily, the throat squeezed and churned her gently down into the pitch-black stomach. The kitsune met Callie’s other sweet morsels inside her stomach.

“I’m glad she enjoyed it,” Vixie told herself since she knew murring was a sign of happiness when eating. She had fallen to the stomach and sunk into the soft, wet wrinkles. Suddenly, she felt a ninety degree change in gravity with deep vibrations afterwards.

“That meal made me so sleepy. Well, so is that breeze coming through the window, but especially those four donuts. I really shouldn’t of had those,” Callie told herself in a sleepy voice. She yawned again and cuddled into her pillow. “I think I might take a nap.” She closed her eyes and her breathing slowed with the pulse of her heartbeat.

“Well, she seems happy. I’m so glad I went this way; making someone happy is my dream, especially if it’s a girl,” Vixie said with a giggle at the end. She lied down in expectance to take her last nap. Sadly, her breathing struggled inside this cramped place of air. It was torture to be inside this inu, yet Vixie made it seem like paradise.

Vixie’s head came up from her deathbed as she got an idea. “I guess I can make her even happier before I kick the bucket.” She placed her hands on the wrinkles of the stomach and began to circulate her hands on the slimy stomach walls. They were soft, and she suspected that Callie might feel it, too. Then suddenly, the stomach began to gurgle and groan as the stomach acids began to pour into the stomach. The acids slowly began to burn her jeans off.

“Oh, well,” the tiny kitsune sighed. “I tried,” she added. She laid back down with her vision becoming dazed and her mind woozy. It was certain that she’d be Callie’s food now. Vixie closed her eyes, expecting to go to a better place possibly.

Next and strangely, the fox girl felt a force pull on her. She also heard a popping sound. Vixie woke up on the collie’s bare tummy, which was quite soft with healthy fat. A small burp came from her snoring mouth, giving up a white cloth that Vixie recognized as her apron with some small holes in it.

“She… burped… me up,” said the astonished and tiny kitsune. Her mouth was gaping in awe of what she had just gone through. She finally just shook off the slime and retrieved her holed apron. She looked at Callie’s snoring mouth and thought about going back in.

Vixie hopped onto the collie’s chin and dangled her feet inside the collie’s mouth. Right after she did so, Callie’s tongue licked Vixie’s feet to tickle her and make her giggle.

She began to slowly grow as she traveled over Callie’s breasts to the belly. She slid off from there to the bed. She waited to be one foot tall before jumping off the bed side to the ground. Her agile body could take the drop as she got up easily. Then her light footsteps didn’t make a sound while she sauntered to the exit in Callie’s house.

On her way out in full size, Vixie blew a kiss towards Callie’s bedroom and left with a giggle. She got to work and was embarrassed at her appearance in front of Tory and Chef Dawnpaw.

The poor fox girl had to explain her absence to the two, and then she was sent home for the rest of the day. Vixie would later sew her apron’s holes together with some squirrel fur; hopefully, this would be the last time this happens to her.