The moon hovered high over Poet Hill, casting a soft glow on the sprawling expanse of Beacon Mall. Tonight, Maggie, the young rabbit night guard, had the evening to herself. She usually enjoyed the solitude of her work, but something stirred within her tonight—a yearning for something she hadn't quite put a name to. Dressed in her sunshine yellow swimming attire, she hopped out of the mall's staff entrance and into the quiet streets of Lypol. The gelatine fabric both edible and as durable as rubber.
 
The coastal town was a maze of dimly lit streets, with the occasional neon sign flickering in the darkness. Maggie's eyes, sensitive to the slightest vibration, scanned the surroundings. Her thoughts turned to the peculiar longing that had been nibbling at the edges of her mind. It was a desire that grew stronger with each passing night—a desire to be swallowed whole. Her fascination with tight spaces made the thrill of such a dangerous act irresistible and to prepare she'd learned the magical abilities to respawn after death, feel no pain and survive without oxygen.
 
Her long ears twitched as she picked up on distant chatter and laughter. A bar, a place where creatures often gathered to share stories and drink away their troubles, sounded like the perfect hunting ground for someone seeking a thrilling encounter. Maggie's paws grew clammy with excitement as she approached the neon sign that read "The Howling Moon." She took a deep breath, steadied herself and pushed open the door.
 
The bar was a dimly lit den of fur and feathers, with the scent of various drinks wafting through the air. Maggie's eyes darted around, taking in the scene—a fox playing the piano, a group of owls huddled over a game of darts, a bear nursing a pint at the bar. She knew that she had to be careful; her desires were unique, and she didn't want to alarm anyone. Her heart raced as she approached the counter, the vibrations of the floor beneath her powerful thighs leading her to a spot where a wolf was leaning against the wall, nursing a whiskey. He was broad-shouldered and tall, with fur the color of a midnight sky—just the right size for her thrill.
 
With a flick of her wrist, she created a clone of herself, standing behind her like a shadow. The clone didn't speak or move on its own, but it was there, ready to assist if things got... complicated. She sauntered over to the wolf, her ears perked up in a playful greeting. "What's a lonely soul like you doing in a place like this?" she asked, her voice a velvety purr. The wolf looked her over, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. "Just enjoying the quiet before the storm," he replied, gesturing to the empty dance floor with his glass.
 
Maggie leaned closer, her nose twitching at the smell of his fur. "I've got a little game in mind," she whispered. "One that could be quite... thrilling." The wolf raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's the deal?"
 
Her heart fluttered in her chest, the excitement bubbling up like a pot about to boil over. "I have a peculiar desire," she began, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "to feel the sensation of being swallowed whole." The wolf's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he took a step closer, curiosity piqued.
 
Maggie could feel the vibrations of his breathing, the gentle thump of his heart. She knew she had his attention. "But I need someone... special," she continued, "someone who can handle the... intricacies of such an experience." The wolf's fur bristled slightly, and he took another sip of his whiskey. "I might know someone," he said, his voice a low growl, "but it's not something to be taken lightly."
 
Maggie's eyes sparkled with excitement, her pulse quickening. "I understand," she assured him, her voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline. "I've prepared for this. I can handle anything." She tapped her chest, and the gelatine fabric stretched over her firm muscles. "I can even survive without oxygen."
 
The wolf's gaze lingered on her, his expression a mix of skepticism and intrigue. "Alright," he finally said, setting down his empty glass. "Follow me."
 
They left the bar, the wolf leading the way through the shadowy streets. Maggie's clone trailed behind them, a silent sentinel in the night. The cobblestone path grew steeper as they approached the outskirts of town, where the buildings grew sparse and the trees grew taller. The wolf stopped in front of an ancient, ivy-covered mansion, its windows dark and foreboding.
 
He turned to face her, his eyes piercing the darkness. "This is where you'll find what you're looking for," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But remember, this isn't a game. You're playing with fire, rabbit." Maggie's heart raced as she nodded, her excitement tempered by a hint of trepidation. She knew the risks, but the thrill was too tempting to resist.
 
The mansion loomed before them, its ivy-covered stones whispering secrets of the night. The wolf knocked on the heavy oak door, the sound echoing through the stillness. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit foyer. A figure stepped into the light—a snake with emerald eyes and a forked tongue that flickered in the shadows.
 
Maggie's pulse raced as the snake slithered closer, his scales shimmering. The wolf spoke in a hushed tone, "This is my friend, Jasper. He's the one who can give you what you desire." Jasper looked her over, his gaze lingering on the clone that hovered behind her. "I've heard of your kind," he hissed, "but I've never met one quite like you."
 
Her clone melted into the shadows, ready to act if needed. Maggie stepped forward, her eyes locked on Jasper's. "I'm looking for an... experience," she said, her voice a tremor of excitement. Jasper nodded, his forked tongue tasting the air. "Follow me," he whispered, leading them into the mansion's labyrinthine interior.
 
The walls were lined with portraits of creatures with wide, gaping mouths, their eyes following Maggie's every move as she padded down the hallway. The mansion was eerily silent, save for the occasional creak of floorboards. Her heart hammered in her chest, the anticipation almost unbearable. Jasper opened a hidden door, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with velvet cushions and the faint scent of incense.
 
In the center of the room was a large, plush chair, its back shaped like the open jaws of a beast. Jasper's tail flicked with excitement as he gestured to it. "This is where you'll find your thrill," he hissed. The chair looked inviting, yet menacing. Maggie took a deep breath and approached it, her clone a silent sentinel by her side.
 
The velvet cushions felt cool against her fur as she settled into the chair, her heart racing. Jasper moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Remember, this is a one-time deal," he warned. "Once you go through with it, there's no turning back." Maggie nodded, her eyes alight with determination. "I'm ready," she murmured.
 
With a flick of his tail, Jasper began the incantation. The air grew thick, and the room vibrated with a power Maggie had never felt before. Her body tingled as the chair began to transform around her, the fabric stretching and reshaping into a pair of massive, leathery jaws. Her breath hitched in her throat as the jaws closed around her, enveloping her in a warm, suffocating embrace. The world outside the chair faded away, leaving her in a cocoon of darkness and anticipation.
 
Her claustrophilia was in full swing, as she felt a rush of exhilaration and arousal. The vibrations grew more intense, and she knew she was being pulled into Jasper's body. The pressure increased, and she could feel the walls of the snake's throat closing in around her. Her body stretched and compressed, the sensation overwhelming and thrilling.
 
Her clone hovered at the edge of the room, its eyes glowing faintly with magic. It knew what was happening, and it was ready to intervene if necessary. But for now, it was a silent observer, watching over the scene with a mix of curiosity and concern.
 
The pressure grew, squeezing the air from her lungs, but she didn't panic. Instead, she focused on her magic, filling herself with the will to survive, to feel this sensation to its fullest. Her breaths grew shallower, but she didn't need air—not anymore. Her magic saw to that.
 
She saw her clone, hovering in the air, watching intently. It had never shown any interest in her personal life before. But now, it seemed...curious. The clone looked at her with an intensity that made Maggie feel both exposed and protected.
 
The vibrations grew stronger, and she felt herself being drawn deeper into Jasper's body, the walls of his stomach now within reach. She could feel the digestive juices begin to coat her fur, but she knew her magic would keep her safe, allowing her to endure the ordeal without pain.
 
The gelatine fabric of her clothing dissolved away, leaving her naked in the confines of Jasper's stomach. Her clone remained vigilant, its eyes never leaving her as she writhed in the wet embrace of Jasper's digestive fluids.
 
The snake's stomach was surprisingly warm, almost comforting, and Maggie found herself sighing in pleasure as the enzymes began to work their magic. Her body was tightly packed, the walls of the stomach pressing in on her from every side, but she felt no fear. Her magic sang through her veins, a gentle reminder of her power and control over the situation.
 
Her clone was experiencing a range of emotions it had never felt before. It watched as Maggie's form contorted and squirmed within Jasper. It had been created to serve and protect, but a kinship to Maggie grew within it, a strange feeling of fascination and desire.
 
Jasper watched as the clone slowly began to touch herself at the sight of Maggie writhing inside him, the sensation of being devoured by him bringing her to new heights of pleasure. The clone's movements were a silent echo of Maggie's own, each touch a mirror of the other's. His eyes narrowed, and his tail flicked with excitement as he felt the power of the magic that bound them together.
 
Jasper watched the clones desire. "You want to be in there, don't you?" he asked seductively.
 
The clone could only nod in response.
 
"You're only allowed to follow instructions, correct?" Jasper noticed.
 
The clone could only nod in response.
 
"Go on," Jasper said with an evil smile. "Jump in."
 
The clone's breath hitched. This was a command, an instruction she must follow. Her eyes locked with Maggie in a joint sense of understanding and Maggie nodded.
 
The clone leaped into Jasper's open mouth. The moment she made contact with his slick throat, she felt the same overwhelming pressure, the same warm embrace of his digestive system. Jasper's eyes widened with excitement as he felt the weight of the clone in his stomach with Maggie.
 
The clone was with her now, sharing the experience, adding a new layer of intimacy to the already intense situation. Maggie's thoughts were a whirlwind of pleasure and excitement, her body contorting within Jasper's stomach as she felt the clone's presence beside her. The walls of the stomach stretched and tightened around them, a living prison that only heightened their arousal.
 
Their movements grew more erratic, their bodies responding to the unspoken desires they both shared. Their hands roamed over their own forms and each other's, as their bodies squirmed and slicked around each other with each flex of Jasper's stomach, a symphony of sensation, resonating through their shared consciousness.
 
The walls of Jasper's stomach tightened, mimicking the grip of their intertwined embrace. The pressure built, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to have no end in sight. They were one, a tangle of limbs and fur and scales, their hearts beating as one, their breaths mingling in the stifling darkness.
 
With a final, desperate cry, they both reached their peak. The world around them was lost to the overwhelming sensation of being consumed. Their eyes rolled back in their head, their bodies arching within Jasper's stomach. Their cries mirroring each others, their bodies pulsing in unison.
 
Their hearts slowed to a steady beat, the rhythm matching Jasper's as they lay entwined within his belly. The clone looked into Maggie's eyes, her own reflecting a mix of awe and contentment. They had never felt so connected, so alive. The fabric of their shared reality stretched thin around them, a bubble of intimacy in the vastness of the mansion.
 
The pressure grew less intense, and their movements grew lazy as the magic of their orgasm filled them. The walls of Jasper's stomach held them tight, as if in a lover's embrace. The digestive acids caressed their fur, leaving no trace of pain as they dissolved into nothingness.
 
With a final sigh, the world went dark, and Maggie realized she was back in her apartment, lying next to her clone on her bed. The mansion, Jasper, and the night's escapade all seemed like a dream, a vivid and thrilling fantasy that had played out in the confines of her own mind.
 
Maggie looked at the clone for a second in disbelief. The clone shouldn't have regenerated with her, not unless the clone had somehow developed its own independent state of mind. That had to be what happened as the clone was sleeping soundly while Maggie herself was already awake. The bond between severed by the extreme sensation of their joint arousal.
 
Maggie, feeling a warmth of companionship for the poor creature, slipped carefully out of bed without waking her, and went to the kitchen to make their new lodger some breakfast in bed, as a welcoming gift into the world for the newly born creature, a birthday gift of sorts as she imagined it, because technically today is the day of the clone's creation.
 
After returning with the meal spread, the clone sniffed the air and roused with a yawn and a stretch. "What's happening?" the clone asked drearily, the world still spinning a little for them where Maggie herself being the source of the magic had recovered from the ordeal a little faster.
 
"You're alive," Maggie said with a smile, placing the food on the bedside table. "And I figured you'd be hungry after... that."
 
"Of course I'm alive." the drowsy clone said. "Maggie made me with her magic, but I'll vanish when the spell wears off or if I die."
 
It was clear the clone was still a little disorientated. "You did die." Maggie pointed out. "And you respawned."
 
"No no, Maggie respawns, I don't." the clone said in its dizzy state. "Maggie made me with her magic. You must have confused me for another clone."
 
The clone's eyes shot open and they screamed. She looked at Maggie in shock. "Maggie, I respawned. How did I do that?"
 
Maggie's smile grew wider, her teeth gleaming in the soft light of the room. "I guess the experience was... intense enough to give you a reason to want to exist on your own terms," she mused, watching as the clone's mind raced with the implications. "But don't worry, you won't fade away in a week. You're your own person now, a copy of me but with your own independent mind, your own identity. I feel like you ripped a chunk out of me pulling on my manna pool to get enough energy to sustain yourself indefinitely. You're definitely weaker than me, but you should be able to respawn just fine on your own from now on."
 
The clone stared at Maggie in astonishment, then at the breakfast spread before her. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of her newfound need for sustenance. She reached out and took a tentative bite of the toast, her eyes widening at the sudden rush of flavor and texture. "This is... amazing," she whispered.
 
Maggie watched her with a warm smile. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you're free to explore and live your own life now," she assured her. "But remember, I'm always here if you need me." The clone nodded, her mind racing with questions and possibilities.
 
The clone looked around the room with a new realisation that her life was hers now, like the world was her oyster starting from this very room. "What should I do first?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.
 
"How about a name?" Maggie suggested. "You're your own you now, so you should have your own name."
 
"Aug! Short for Augustus! I- I want to be a boy!" the clone yelled with excitement.
 
This was quite a lot for Maggie to take in. Maggie thought "I have no interest in changing sex whatsoever and what an ugly name to choose, completely devoid of any femininity. Has the clone become that different so fast or are they just experimenting with the idea of being different? Aug..? It's also short for augmentation. Maybe the clone isn't that smart after all, but for now I should respect their wishes and let them be what they want. They'll probably come around eventually and if they don't they are free to live their own life."
 
"Alright, Aug," Maggie said with a nod, using the male pronoun, "I can change your physical sex if you like. Would you like that?"
 
Aug nodded enthusiastically and Maggie obliged. Aug stared at his genitals with wonder. "This feels right, Maggie. Maggie, are you like me? Do you want to be a boy? I don't know where this feeling comes from. I guess it comes from you."
 
Maggie laughed and shook her head. "Not in a million years. I'm happy as I am. I have no idea why you're so different."
 
"What else can you change about my body?" Aug asked before making a suggestion. "Can- can I be made of clear gelatine? Is that possible?"
 
The realisation hit Maggie like a truck as she reasoned. "In the process of the clone latching onto independence, it must have somehow gained something from the remnants of my digesting swimwear. Aug's independent mind is a mix of myself and some of the bullock that must have been used to make the gelatine of my clothes, almost like Aug is mentally a love child of us both."
 
"Sure, I can do that if you like," Maggie posed. "but that's a big change. Are you sure you want that?"
 
Aug nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes please!"
 
Maggie complied to the demand and Aug's body became transparent and gelatinous, becoming a gelatine mould in rabbit shape but still alive and animate, his body still wearing the opaque yellow gelatine swimwear from before, making it difficult to see where one ends and the other begins.
 
Aug let out a sound of enjoyment that was akin to a moo but higher timbre like it came from a smaller, more frail animal which technically it did. Aug was so happy they started to jump around the bed like a new-born calf.
 
Maggie watched Aug with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. The idea of a gelatine rabbit was absurd, but she had seen weirder things in her long life. "Well, I guess we're both going to have to get used to this," she said, her voice filled with a gentle tease. Aug's eyes sparkled with joy, his new form bouncing with every step.
 
Aug stopped for a moment and asked. "Can I still stay here? I don't have anywhere else to go."
 
Maggie smiled warmly. "You can stay here for now, but you really should find your own place to live and get your own job to pay for that as well."
 
Aug's expression fell slightly, but he nodded, understanding. "What job should I get?" he asked, his voice still filled with excitement.
 
"I don't know." Maggie said. "You have your own likes and dislikes. You should find a job that you prefer, one you'll enjoy doing."
 
Aug sat in thought for a moment. "I don't even know what I like yet. How will I ever choose?"
 
Maggie put her arm on Aug's shoulder. "Well then first we need to find out what kind of things you like and don't like. That's a good place to start."
 
The next few days were a whirlwind of experiences for Aug. He tried various foods, some that made him gag and others that delighted his new taste buds. He found that he enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his gelatinous skin, which was surprisingly firm despite its transparent nature. They went to the mall where Aug was fascinated by the way his new body reflected the lights and colors around him. He watched children's faces light up with amazement and adults whisper in hushed tones as they walked by.
 
Maggie took him to a job fair, where he found that his ability to change his weight and be weightless made him a prime candidate for a job at the new zero-gravity park opening up. His newfound love for tight spaces made him perfect for the job, as he would be navigating through narrow tubes and small chambers to maintain the park's equipment. And as it turned out, he had a knack when it came to engineering creative solutions to mechanical problems as well.
 
The job was a hit, and Aug quickly became a beloved member of the staff. He was a sight to behold, floating through the air in his gelatine body, fixing rides with a grace that could only come from his unique blend of abilities. The visitors adored him, and his popularity grew. His days were filled with work, but he never lost his childlike wonder for the world around him.
 
When the time came for Maggie to walk out of his life, he never even noticed her leave, he was so caught up in his new life, that the life he had before as a Maggie clone was a distant memory.
 
Maggie breathed a huge sigh of relief, a feeling of pride within her like a proud parent seeing their child grow into their own self, as she made her way back home alone to the comfort of the life she knew best.