Doing his best to ignore the looks his way, Radar walks along the sidewalk in a suburb of Chicago in late September. He knows anthros aren't at all common in major human cities, but thankfully, most of the people around have enough sense not to bother the six-foot-nine, powerfully-built bat.

He heads along the walkways until he reaches his destination – The K-Mart Corporate Office.

Someone had reached out to him on his social media, specifically requesting that he visit the office for a rather lucrative offer, and he opted to at least see what it was all about. Dressed in his usual attire of a red muscle shirt and torn denim shorts, he enters the building and makes his way to the marketing department.

Stepping off the elevator, Radar is immediately greeted by a group of four people – Two men and two women – Who greet him with varying levels of enthusiasm. He recognizes one of the women as the one who reached out to him.

"Oh, uh, hi. You're Ms. Kellie, I take it?"

The woman, standing about five-foot-four with long, dark hair, smiles warmly and offers a handshake. "Please, call me Megan. It's wonderful to meet you in person, Radar."

With a soft smile, Radar takes her hand in his much larger one and gives a firm but gentle shake. "The pleasure is mine."

He takes a look at the woman's work outfit – She's wearing a light, button-up aquamarine shirt, and a black suit jacket and matching skirt.

"You didn't tell me how… Big he was," comments one of the men, standing about five-foot-ten and with a short haircut.

Radar raises an eyebrow, but Megan just chuckles, commenting "I didn't want to scare you out of the idea."

The man looks at Radar and nods softly. "So I see… I'm John, head of marketing. And these are Sarah, our camera girl, and Ryan, our director."

The bat shakes everyone's hand in turn, before looking over at Megan again, tilting his head softly. "It's nice to meet you all, but, uh… What exactly did you want me to do here? It sounds like you're gonna be filming a commercial of some sort?"

"Yes," replies Ryan in an anxious tone, seeming not too thrilled to be in the company of an anthro.

The bat opts to ignore this, not wanting to blow his offer before getting to claim it. "Okay, but where do I come into this?"

"Well, erm…" starts John, suddenly looking quite uneasy. "Megan had an idea for a script, and it… Well, it calls for a bat."

Sarah speaks next. "We thought about just getting someone in a costume, but… Megan insisted we get a real anthro bat."

It's only now that Radar notices Sarah is standing beside an endoscope.

"I, uh… I still don't get what's going on."

Megan, unlike the other three, grins widely and sounds almost giddy to explain her idea. "I want you to eat me for this."

The room goes silent. John and Sarah blush gently, looking awkwardly away. Ryan checks his phone, clearly wanting to be away from their visitor. Radar looks at Megan, completely dumbfounded. And she returns his look with an excited smile.

"You… What?"

"Eat me. Swallow me and let me do the pitch from your stomach."

"Uh…"

Before he can say anything, Megan shows him a check, signed to his name but with the amount blank. "I can write all kinds of numbers here, Radar… You'd be doing us a huge service if you-"

The reminder of the pay makes the bat's eyes widen, and he interrupts the woman with "Oh, when you put it that way, sure!"

She nearly squeals in delight upon hearing him accept her request. Sarah shakes her head while John clears his throat, neither one of them making eye contact with the bat or woman. Ryan, meanwhile, shudders firmly but continues to say nothing, even if his anxiousness is beyond apparent.

Megan exclaims "That's awesome! I figured it'd be a little more interesting than just blankly speaking to the camera about the layaway service, you know?"

"You've had time to imagine this, haven't you?" Radar chuckles with a knowing smirk. "I mean, it'll certainly be unique, and I doubt anyone will forget it anytime soon! Wouldn't be surprised if it ends up online for quite a while…"

Under his breath, he adds "Especially in certain groups…"

"It'll… It'll certainly get people talking…" mutters John.

Sarah agrees. "Not sure what they'll be talking about… But they'll be talking alright."

The bat grins. "So just to be clear – I'll be getting paid to eat you, let you read your script, and have an endoscope down my throat for a few minutes?"

"Basically!"

"Alright, you're on."

Despite the awkwardness in John and Sarah's faces and the fear in Ryan's, Megan and Radar both seem rather excited by this idea.

"Do you need me to prep for this at all, Megan?" asks the bat. "Want me to take an antacid or anything?"

Megan, blushing, shakes her head. "Nah, I, uh… I think this won't take long enough for your… For your belly to… To… Digest me…"

Radar can't help but find her tone oddly interested in that potential outcome, but he shrugs. "Alright, if you're sure…"

The woman slips off her shoes. "Can't imagine those will feel too good going down."

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have trouble with the rest of the clothes, though."

Megan looks up at Radar again, blushing and shivering in visible excitement. "Okay… Heh… I'm ready."

The bat nods and carefully picks the woman up in his strong arms, hoisting her from the ground as though she were made of styrofoam. He brings her feet to his mouth and opens wide.

John and Sarah look pointedly out of the window, doing their best to ignore what's happening. Ryan stands transfixed, too scared to look away.

Megan shudders firmly in Radar's arms, looking down past his fanged teeth into his blood-red mouth. She can see his tongue rippling, eager to bring her inside. His saliva drips, pooling at the back of his throat; it's clear he's looking forward to sampling her flavors. And the swaying of his uvula above his flexing gullet is almost hypnotic – If she weren't eager to do this already, that would win her over in a heartbeat.

Radar swallows down the saliva in his mouth, then brings Megan's feet inside. Though covered with her socks, he can still get a taste of her, and he exhales softly through his nose as he lets his long tongue curl around her ankles, bringing her deeper into his mouth. His drool soaks readily through her socks, darkening the fabric as he rests her feet at the back of his tongue.

Then, he swallows.

The woman gasps as her feet are suddenly tugged downward with a firm Gllck, sinking into the tight embrace of his esophagus, the muscles pulling on her already as the peristalsis attempts to greedily drag her to the bat's stomach. But his grip on her remains firm, ensuring she wouldn't go too fast down his throat, partially so he can properly lubricate her clothing, but mostly because he knows she's enjoying herself and wants to prolong it for her.

Another swallow, and her slender legs begin to descend as well, vanishing past his maw and making his neck bulge out. A slow gulp brings her knees to his mouth, at which point he stuffs her skirt inside as well, letting his saliva coat the fabric so it won't catch in his gullet.

Megan huffs, breathing heavily, making the bat smile broadly as he swallows down her knees and works his way up her thighs. She reaches down, gently stroking her hand through his hair, and she silently mouths the words "Thank you" to him – To which the bat shoots her a wink, stifling a muffled chuckle.

His jaws part widely as he presses down with his hands to cram her waist into his mouth, swallowing this down as well. And with the widest part of her down his throat, the woman squirms softly in delight.

He really will be able to get all of her down.

She feels her feet pressing against a tight ring of muscle that readily loosens, letting her squish through into his waiting stomach. The slimy folds of his rugae squeeze her feet, and his belly begins to stretch as more of her is guided inside.

Radar pauses to move her hands to her sides, then he works his way up her midsection. He's mindful when he reaches her chest to get it down carefully, before he stuffs her shoulders inside his mouth, making his cheeks bulge quite nicely.

He smiles and steps to a glass door, letting Megan have a look at herself, nearly completely swallowed. Her head is all that's left outside of him, and the rather sizable bulge in his neck and belly are the only signs of the rest of her.

Radar lets his tongue reach under her chin and pull softly with a shallow swallow, bringing her head into his mouth, before - Glllp! - He swallows the last of her down into his stomach!

He huffs and pants a little as he feels Megan getting settled inside him, and he turns back to the other humans in the room, unable to help himself from grinning broadly and proudly. "Alright, she's ready."

Sarah grimaces as she looks back at the bat with his massive midsection, and John has to force himself to look in Radar's direction. "R-Right… Wow, he… He really did it… I, uh…"

Ryan looks like he's struggling to keep himself from running out of the room.

The camerawoman takes her endoscope and nervously steps over to the bat. "Alright, uhm… Open up, I guess?"

Radar nods and does so, swallowing the endoscope as well while watching the live feed of his insides. After a bit of time traveling down his esophagus, it pokes his cardia before breaching through – Showing the swallowed Megan, who's blushing deeply but offers the endoscope a smile.

John groans and looks away from the sight, muttering "Ugh… Ryan… Just record and get this over with, please…"

The director snaps from his stupor, quickly tapping the record button before giving Sarah a nod and speaking to Radar's bulging stomach. "You're… You're good, Megan… Uhm… Go ahead…"

On the feed, the woman looks to the camera, wiping her drool-soaked hair from her face as she speaks, her voice faintly audible from Radar's belly.

"Oh, hello," she says, while a gurgle is heard. "I've been swallowed by a bat."

John audibly groans at these words as they come through the feed.

"And, uh… As I'm slowly digested, I thought of the one thing I'd want to tell you, which is obviously-"

Radar's stomach flexes, nearly squeezing her out of sight as she says "Please, help!", but she keeps going, not breaking character.

"I've been swallowed and I'm slowly being digested by a bat, but you get that."

Another groan from the bat's stomach is faintly heard in the background, before she continues. "So, I'll just tell you about K-Mart layaway."

Radar smirks, fighting the impulse to laugh at how out of left field the comment is, but he manages not to ruin the recording.

"It's great. No blackout date. You can put practically whatever you want on layaway, on layaway."

John looks over and silently mouths "Is it over?", but Ryan shakes his head no.

"That's it, really!"

Megan chuckles awkwardly (in-character) as the walls start to squeeze in again, and she holds them back with her hands as best as she can.

"I'll miss you! I'll miss everything…"

She squeaks a quiet "Okay…" just before the stomach compacts, forcing her out of view for a few seconds. Then, she forcibly spreads the walls to add "K-Mart: Get in, get more!"

"C-Cut…" mumbles Ryan.

Sarah pulls the endoscope from the bat's mouth, and Radar lets out a slow sigh, smiling softly. It's clear he's enjoying the weight of Megan in his belly, and he pats it softly. "Was that all?"

"Not quite," she answers, her excitement audible once more. "Bring over the external mic; this part is supposed to be muffled through your stomach walls."

Sarah has already done so, pointing a parabolic microphone at the bat's midsection.

"Alright, you're live," she says.

A deep breath is heard from Megan, before she continues her spiel. "Wait, I forgot! Shop Your Way members always get more! That's why K-Mart layaway is available in-store or online!"

"Cut," Ryan calls.

Radar stretches softly. "Was that good? Do you want another take or-"

"N-No!" shouts John, and Ryan nods in agreement, before he continues. "I-I mean, that… That should be fine."

It's clear he doesn't want to have to sit through any more of this.

But Megan calls out from Radar's midsection. "Are you… Are you sure you don't want me to do another one?"

Radar can tell from her tone that she doesn't want to leave just yet, and he chuckles quietly. "I think my belly growled over her; maybe just one more take, just to be safe? I mean, she's already-"

"Whatever," says John. "I'm… I'm going to go take a walk…"

Sarah again feeds the endoscope into the bat, and on the feed, there's noticeably more fluid in the stomach, soaking into the woman within. But she repeats her advertisement word-for-word, until Radar's belly squeezes at the wrong time and muffles the audio feed.

"Hang on… Can you redo that last part?" asks Sarah, who seems to be growing desensitized to this.

Megan, sounding like she misunderstood, restarts the spiel from the beginning – Only to be cut off by a deep rumble, followed by the bat letting out a crass Ooouurrp!

"Heh, excuse me…"

Now, the stomach has grown even tighter. But Megan starts over once more despite the continually rising fluids. Eventually, she does finish a second run-through all the way, and Sarah withdraws the endoscope again, wiping it clean.

Ryan, with a touch of concern, asks "Megan, it's getting gurgly in there… Are you ready to come out yet?"

A faint voice is heard, but none of them can make out what she's saying.

"Megan?"

She speaks again, even fainter this time.

Radar suddenly groans and clutches his belly, turning to the others. "Hang on, I'm gonna get some water."

"Wait!"

Despite Ryan's protests, he leaves the room, wandering the halls to try and find a restroom to calm his gut with a few swigs of cool water.

A few minutes later, he returns, finding John in the room again. The bat smiles awkwardly at him.

"Heh, well… I've got good news and bad news."

John shakes his head. "What do you mean by that?"

Radar's awkward smile grows. "Well, good news is, we got you your commercial."

"And the bad news?"

His expression turns sheepish. "I don't think she's moving in there."

"What?!"

He steps over to Radar, crouching to his midsection. "Megan, can you hear me? Megan?"

He gives the bat's belly a firm prod, which makes Radar groan, then cough, then hack.

"Oh, I think I got her out!"

Radar doubles over and heaves, coughing up a black suit jacket, a black skirt, and a turquoise button-up shirt, all soaked in digestive fluids. He coughs again, spitting up two silver earrings.

Thunk! Ryan has fainted.

John looks at the slimy pile of clothes incredulously. "Wha… But… You… You digested her?"

Radar shrugs. "I mean, that's what stomachs do, you know."

"But… But you…"

Sarah speaks up. "Should I… Should I call the police?"

As soon as he hears this, Radar stands and clears his throat. "Well, this has been fun, but I really ought to be going."

John runs to the door, standing in front of it. "No! You're going to stay here until security arrives!"

Radar gives him a "Really?" look, before turning and running, diving through the window with a Crash! Sarah watches as he opens his wings and flies off in the direction of O'Hare Airport.

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Several hours later, Radar is in his private plane, flying it back to Serenity.

As he's airborne, he suddenly shakes his head. "Son of a- I forgot to have her sign my check!"

But he soon chuckles, shrugging as he adjusts his flight direction. "Eh, not a big loss; the free lunch was worth it!"