A/N: This story uses Zootopia-style size differences It was a summer afternoon at Golden Bough Mall. Furs of all kind were milling about, minding their own business. From old couples getting their steps in to young kids injuring themselves on the mall’s playground everyone was out in force today. Among these guests was Milly. Milly was a tiger cub of only a few years old. Bundled in a onesie she was strapped into her stroller while her mother conversed with a friend from the neighborhood. Her stroller was absentmindedly pushed back and forth by her mother while she talked. The young child was growing fussy as her hunger set in. She mewled and yelled to her mother who just tuned her out. As this was happening Devin was making his way though the mall. The gray squirrel teen stared down at his phone as he walked. He occasionally glanced up to make sure he wasn’t in anyone paths but for the most part he was in his own world. He took a bus to the mall with the intention of checking out the mall’s comic book store. Devin made his way through the mall and eventually found himself on a path that crossed Milly’s. The tiger cub saw the squirrel and her mouth began to water seeing the small teen. The toddler having only recently started on solid food eyed the prize and reached out to him. Milly was buckled into her stroller and couldn’t get up on her town to chase her targeted prey. Fortunately, he came to her. As Devin walked down the hall his eyes were on his phone. By sheer chance he walked by Milly’s stroller just as the girl’s mother pushed it forward and knocked Devin onto his face. He squeaked out and held his snoot as a pain response. Seeing an opportunity Milly reached out as far as she could with her restraints keeping her in place and grabbed the tip of Devin’s Tail. Her weak grip was enough to pull Devin up to her. The teen yelped again as he was tugged upwards. Once his body was close enough Milly’s other hand grabbed his arm and pulled him close to her chest. She hugged Devin close to her and rubbed her cheek on his fur. The squirrel pushed against the softer fabric of her onesie and tried to break her grip. Even with their massive age difference Devin was still a rodent in the clutches of a very large feline. “Hey kid, I’m not a teddie. Let me go” he shouted out as he was smothered. He tried calling out to the girl’s mother but before he could say anything his head was engulfed in darkness. He shouted into the wet cavern as Milly tried to chew her food. Between her nubby milk teeth and her weak jaw she couldn’t do any real damage to Devin. He was getting a headache from the pressure and the heat of the toddler. He weakly struck at her chest to try and get her to release him but it was hopeless. Devin began to calm down when it occurred to him that at some point the girl’s mother would see the squirrel hanging out of her daughter's mouth and pull him free. This comfort was short lived when he felt more of himself shoved into her maw and heard a swallow. At first she swallowed just the pooled saliva in her maw but as Devin was pushed deeper in he could feel the throat pulling at his ears, soon to be the rest of this head. Milly had no idea what to do beyond instincts. She just swallowed as rapidly as she could and stuffed more of the teen into her mouth. She felt a strange sensation as her throat expanded with Devin’s form. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it but she continued. She slurped up his thin and lanky body as she ate. The taste of fabric was a bit off-putting but as she felt his form enter her stomach she knew she had to finish this. Milly continued to gulp down the teen until all that was left was a bushy tail to slurp up. With the final swallow her meal was done. Her belly had a noticeable bulge to it that barely shifted as Devin struggled. Devin twisted around trying to find a way out. The darkness and heat was making panic set in faster as he realized he fate was sealed. The only mercy afforded to him was that the stomach was empty save for a bit of apple juice mixed in with the acid. He knew babies had weak stomachs so he tried his best to get her to throw up. He squirmed and shoved at the walls of the stomach but it didn’t make much of an impact other than making Milly giggle. The walls of the stomach began to contract signaling the start of digestion. Milly giggled and drummed her belly as Devin struggled inside of her. After what felt like ages Milly’s mother finished her conversation. She knelt down to inspect her child and saw her giggling. She unbuckled the child and hoisted her up. “Aren’t you mommy’s little princess? C’mon, let’s get you something to eat” she said as she nuzzled her child and then returned her to her stroller.