"Alright, Randy, this stuff better be good if you're making us drive out all the way here." Sid said that to one of the friends in the backseat of his car as he looked up in the rearview mirror, seeing just how far he had driven his little cabal out into the wilderness. Randy had managed to get all of his usual group together and convinced Sid to drive them out as far away as possible to try some of this new strain he had gotten his hands on. "totally insane, it'll take you to another dimension"...blah blah blah. Sid didn't really buy his friend’s talk, but he did want to get high; so, here he was a few hours later. Dustin to his side, Randy, Tom, and Marcus in the back seat. Nobody else for miles around. Time to light up. "I promise, dude. My dealer tried it, he said his house grew 10 times larger for what felt like hours. Climbing up on his bed was like scaling a mountain. Real crazy stuff." the freckle-faced, mop-topped Randy said as he reached behind to grab his backpack out of the trunk. Damien just chuckled as he heard his friend’s excitement. "Yeah, did he say that right before he fleeced your wallet?" "Yeah, and I could fleece y'all right back if I wanted to, but I'm not. Are we smoking up or what?" Randy snapped back from inside of his backpack, having finally found the tin that he used to store all of that stuff. He immediately cracked it open, the distinct, heady, tingly odor of bud immediately filming the car. "Whoo! That stuff is LOUD. We should, uh, probably crack a window or something." Tom immediately said, motioning towards Marcus with his arm as Randy proceeded to start rolling a joint for himself. Marcus quickly cranked the rear window about halfway down as Randy finished rolling up, taking a lighter out of the box and quickly lighting the tip. "Oh, damn." was all that Randy said at first, taking a deep breath in and holding that smoke in his lungs for as long as he could before he finally let those words out alongside a raspy series of coughs. He leaned back in his seat a little bit while the rest of the car passed around the one joint he had rolled up, not bothering to take the time to roll up separate ones. One by one, they all took a hit, herbal smoke billowing out of the side of the car as all of them eagerly imbibed on the stuff. First, nothing seemed to be too out of the ordinary, outside of there being a slightly more intense smell. But, as they continued to pass the spliff around and became immersed in the thick smoke, things started to get a little...weird. "Woah. My seat belt is all…loose." Randy said first, after a period of pretty much nothing but breathing and coughing from his various friends. He grabbed the slightly-larger belt and watched it flop lifelessly back into his lap with quite a bit of confusion, until Marcus chimed in. "Du…dude, you were probably just fidgeting with it. Don'tcha usually get a little twitchy when you get high?" Randy was about to answer, most likely a bit defensively, before Sid interjected from the front. "Agh, fuck! This stuff is givin’ me a migraine. Are you sure your dealer didn't just try to unload some bad bud on you?" he said while rubbing his temples, the steering wheel in front of him looking quite a bit larger than it normally was as well. It was almost like he was looking through a fisheye lens or something, and that certainly didn't make the headache that was starting to come on feel any better. "Iunno what you guys are talking about. This stuff is *great*." Dustin chimed in from the passenger seat, sinking into his seat much like how Randy was in the back. It just felt so much more plush and thick now, as if he was barely even there…so much more soft cushioning for him to relax and enjoy. Meanwhile, Tom was silent in the back, instead just staring at his own hands as they appeared to shift and change size right before his very eyes. He had never experienced such a crazy high, especially not one that had come on so quickly like this. It had only been a few minutes since they started lighting up; or, at least, that's what it felt like…but already, he felt completely useless. Who knew at this point? Any outside observer would be easily able to tell what had happened to the group of friends, but in the moment, they were all far too high to separate reality from a bad trip. The stuff Randy had gotten? It was wild, alright. Magical, even, in that anyone who inhaled the smoke would be subject to a powerful bout of shrinking! Yes, their eyes were in fact not deceiving them: Tom's hands really were shrinking, Dustin really was sinking into his seat, Randy's seatbelt was getting looser, and Marcus…well, Marcus was having trouble reaching for the crank to roll down the window more, very much not a fan of how thick and muggy it was getting inside of the car… As the five friends got a highly concentrated dose of shrinking magics, trapped in their car with no real way to escape save a coordinated human totem that was most likely out of their abilities currently…an animal happened to walk by. A ferret, to be exact, white and brown stripes banding its face with shaggy brown fur. Even for a noodly ferret, the thing was incredibly lithe and thin, perhaps even a bit malnourished; clearly on the prowl for something, anything that he could eat. The rather peculiar smell of pot had lured the ferret towards the little patch where Sid and his friends had parked, and after a bit of sniffing around, the mustelid quickly clambered onto the trunk of the car and started trying to finagle his way into the window. The smoke didn't exactly smell good or anything, but it was a different experience, and maybe there would be something for the ferret inside… When he did manage to poke his head through the window crack, and saw the five shrunken-down friends, each no more than a few inches tall now…the ferret knew that he had hit the jackpot. The prospective predator just watched his prey flounder around in the car for a little bit, feeling his gut growl with need as he watched. All of them were far too high to understand that they were actually shrunken, and that the creature poking its head in from the outside world was not some friendly woodland fella looking for some bud. It was looking for food, and today, all of them were on the menu. "Dude, I-I gotta get out of here. I need some air." Sid mumbled to no one in particular as he tried his best to grab onto the driver's side handle, yet being unable to for…some reason. While he dealt with that, Tom in the back was the first to notice their new visitor peeking in from the window. "Hah…look at that weird cat." was all he said, pointing at the window absentmindedly, barely even realizing that he was actually locking eyes with the ferret. Even if he was sober enough to give proper warning to Randy, the mustelid clambered through the window and fell right in front of him only a few moments later, so the human still probably wouldn't have been able to react. The furry mammal's sharp impact knocked Randy towards the middle seat and caused him to fall flat on his face with a muffled, surprised yell. As he rolled onto his back, he had one brief moment to stare right down the snout of the ferret before those jaws came down on him, snapping him up in one quick bite! The starving animal barely took any time to taste the human that it stuffed in its mouth, the wiggly bulge that was Randy puffing the ferret's cheeks out for a few moments. The hungry mustelid's body quickly went rigid, rearing back onto its hind legs as it tipped its head back and *GLURK*ed Randy down in just one motion. The bolus slid down the ferret's wet gullet in record time, only stopping when it slammed right against the seat in an almost cartoonish fashion! In a matter of seconds, he had gone from sitting down on the throne that his chair had become, to sliding down a wet, tight, slimy water slide of a gullet, still completely unaware of where he was and what was happening to him. Tom watched with stoned bemusement as his friend was snatched up by the giant mustelid, a wiggling bulge slowly descending along the underside of the ferret's throat before eventually reaching that lithe, hungry stomach. The ferret licked his chops as Randy slid into his gut, already feeling more full on just one human than he had felt in months and there were still four more delicious snacks to scarf down. One standing obliviously right in front of him, in fact~ "Woah. This stuff is *crazy*." Tom mumbled to himself as the noodle started to crawl across the seat towards him, the ferret honestly a bit surprised that the tiny human wasn't trying to run away or anything…just meant more food for him more quickly, though! As the predator moved towards him, Tom ended up tripping and falling right onto his butt, making it easy for the hungry predator to just lower his chin to the seat and start scooping him up feet-first! "Heh, that tickles…" was all Tom could sputter out as he felt the ferret's slimy mouth quickly working its way up his feet and legs, still not putting two and two together with regards to what was actually happening to him. Though Marcus behind him was not as blase about the whole situation. While Tom was mostly enjoying the high he got from Randy's bud, Marcus was firmly in the bad trip camp, and he was in full-on panic mode. He had spent the last minute or so weighing his options, trying to climb up on the armrest, thinking about the jump to the floor of the cabin…none were particularly good outcomes, and in typical bad trip fashion, Marcus was more just freaking out over each possibility instead of actually going for any one of them. That indecision made him basically a free pickup for the ferret after it slurped Tom up with one purse of its lips, not even swallowing the human down before slamming a paw down to lock Marcus in place. At least Marcus wouldn't have to watch as the ferret tipped its head back, sucking up a foot that was sticking out of the side of its mouth before taking a quick gulp and sending Tom down the slide that Randy had experienced just a few moments earlier. At least he would have a friend in the ferret's belly now. Perhaps they could even work together to get out of the mess they were in… …riiight. If they were so useless now, in the outside world, certainly being compressed in a hot, tight, hungry ferret stomach would bring out their inner escape artist. Totally. The weight on Marcus's back slowly scooched down as the ferret moved his paw, exposing just enough of his third snack to allow the hungry ferret to lean down and nab Marcus by the back of his t-shirt. The human soon felt himself being lifted up into the air, and to make things worse, he couldn't even turn around to see what was happening to him. Only that it probably wasn't going to end well. "HEY! GUYS, what the fuck is going on!?" Marcus yelled at the top of his lungs as he flailed around helplessly in the ferret's grasp, trying his best to get the attention of the two people in the front seat who seemed to be completely removed from what was happening just a few feet behind them…though, at their size, it may as well have been a city block away. He wasn't having the best go at it though, unfortunately… Marcus, to his misfortune, had no chance of getting help from either Damian or Sid as the ferret dangled him from between his teeth, enjoying watching the morsel's struggles for a few moments before casually flicking his neck up and tossing Marcus right into the air. The human floundered about and screamed as he was suddenly thrown into dead air, just barely maneuvering himself around enough to look down and come face-to-face with the wide-open ferret maw he was about to be plunged into. At least the tongue was a relatively soft landing, though the same couldn't be said for the jaws that clamped shut like a bear trap or the teeth that grazed past Marcus's legs as they kicked around haphazardly, the human trying his damnedest to not meet the same fate he had just seen two of his friends embark on. It wasn't in the cards, though. The ferret simply tipped its head back once more and swallowed, and then, there was no more fuss. Just a nice, squirmy feeling that gradually sank deeper into his body until sliding neatly into the ferret's growing gut. And, just like that…the back seats were completely emptied out. At least, emptied out of humans, now replaced with one large, noodly ferret who looked *very* satisfied. There were still two snacks left in the front seats, though, and it would just be rude to not end up reuniting all of them in the end! Sid and Damian were still completely unaware of what was occurring just behind them, Damian mostly silently enjoying his trip and Sid frantically trying to figure out some way to open the door next to him. But that wouldn't last for long. The still-hungry mustelid casually jumped over the car's console to land right in the front seat, its paunch-like gut sloshing pleasantly as it landed…well, pleasantly for the ferret, anyway. The wet, burbly noises and the muffled complaints and yells of his friends inside weren't exactly what Sid was looking for in the moment, even if he didn't quite understand what was actually happening. He had felt the impact, but the ferret had landed behind him, and as he turned around and started to yell "what the fu-" *CHOMP* The entire upper half of Sid's body was immediately immersed in the ferret's mouth, the predator wasting no time in rearing his head back up to the sky and loosening his jaw to funnel the squirmy human to the back of his throat. Sid yelled and kicked and tried his best to push back against the strange, foul surroundings he had suddenly come into contact with, but he was certain to meet the same fate as his friends: a powerful suction force, then the crushing pressure of the ferret's throat walls as they grabbed a hold of him and swallowed down, down, down deep into the ferret's body. Such delectable, wiggly little treats, it was almost a shame that the ferret only had one left. The divine fullness he was going to experience once he was finished, though…oh! After being famished for so long, there would truly be no other feeling like it. The ferret licked his lips as he felt Sid settling in his stomach, kicking and flailing haphazardly with his three friends in various states of consciousness. But, even in this state of aggressive fullness, the ferret still looked to Damien with expectant hunger. It was time to get the band back together. Damien was far too absorbed in his own high to even notice the ferret jumping once more across the console, pinning him against the seat with one paw before leaning forward and scooping the absorbed human into his maw. *GLNK*. Just like that, he was gone. Everyone in the car was gone, replaced by one very fat-looking, very satisfied ferret. The mustelid leaned back on his haunches for a few moments, letting his distended gut sag out onto the car seat in front of him, occasionally twitching with the panicked imprints of the humans squirming around inside. And the ferret just licked his chops, occasionally pressing down on the bulge and feeling everything inside move around with delightful SLORSHes and sluices. Mmh. Perfection. "What the fuck is happening?" Damien complained as the ferret's pulsating throat pushed him down into the tight, muscular stomach that was already packed full of all his pothead friends. He was barely able to even fit inside, the throat was constantly pushing his ass and feet against someone else until just enough space was given up that the sphincter could close behind him, trapping everyone inside. "I-i think that thing, uh, *ate* us, dude." Randy mentioned from the back of the stomach, having been compacted into the rear by everyone that came after him. "Uhhh…that weird dog? Like, I don't think it would be big enough to even do that…" Tom mumbled from somewhere in the mass of people, still not quite sure about what exactly it was that had scarfed him down earlier. Not that it mattered anymore. The five friends all took turns arguing and rambling until they eventually came to the conclusion that whatever weird effect this weed had on them would dissipate soon, despite how real this all felt. They’d grow back to normal size, or wake up from whatever trip they were on. Surely. The ferret soon made his way to the back seats once more, sprawling out on his back and letting his stomach start to do what it did best. A fragrant, satisfied *HUUUuuurrrRRRrrph* escaped the ferret's lips soon after, along with quite a few slime-coated shirts and pants that had slipped off in the chaos inside of the mustelid's gut. But that loud, frantic chaos would soon be replaced by the gentle, rhythmic groans of a stomach at work. No matter how much those potheads tried to change the outcome. The sun soon set on the mostly empty car, nature taking its course and the ferret's stomach treating the five friends like the food they were. Eagerly mulching them down into a thick, nutritious soup, one that the ferret's body was absolutely begging to absorb. And so it did. The ferret's gut went from bulging and kicking, to sloshing, to finally just pudgy as everything was funneled deeper into the creature's bowels. A healthy glow seemed to surround the animal when it woke up the next morning, quite a bit of meat having been put onto its bones. Still thin and noodly, as ferrets were wont to be, but much healthier-looking. But now, his gut wanted more. And it was time to hunt once again.