Rumbly Tumbly

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❤️Pomni💙

She notices Jax's belly being full but is pretty neutral in her reaction. It isn't until he lets out a pretty darn loud belch that she gets surprised. "Woah there! That was.. intense. Ya good?" Jax would be taken aback by the fact she isn't nagging him about this. "Of course I'm fine, Jinglebells. I'm a big boy, I can handle a full tank." He was not in fact able to handle the full tank, even more belches escaping. Pomni lets him try to soothe himself until he's nearly whimpering. "I'm rubbing your belly, alright? Once you're better I'll stop." Sighing, Jax gives in and finally allows some physical affection. Totally just so his gut stops killing him, yeah...

🐎Ragatha🐎

He looooves grossing her out lol! A "buuraarp!" Here and there always ragebaits her into a reaction he wants. "Eww, Jax! You're so rude," she'd yip. "Oh, excuse me~ hehe, my tummy is just so full I can't contain it." It's only when he looks truly in pain she becomes concerned. I imagine she had a few rabbits on the farm, and seeing Jax all sickly makes her upset in a way. "Please, Jax, it's the quickest way to work the pain out." "Grrr you're always worrying. Whatever, make it quick, Rags." Soon enough he is putty in her mitts, letting out small burp hiccups.

🎭Gangle🎭

Because projection, I imagine Gangle having a lot of kinks about belly stuff. When Jax comes around to jumpscare her with a burp, she visibly blushes. "You would be into this, huh, Ribbons? Here, I'll let ya pet my belly!" Poor girl is just dragged into him and can hear all the gurgles inside the tum, working to build up even larger belches. "Bwuh!? Don't do this in public, Jax!" "Not helping you beat the allegations here, Gangle!" With each release of air she gets lightheaded from embarassment at his antics. Once things slow down and he gets a true belly problem, he is far more shy. "Uh, it was fun teasing you and all but I gotta gooo..." as he tries to run and hide in his room. Gangle feels a pang of sympathy, but also really wants to feel his soft belly in a more comfortable space. Now it's her turn to make him embarrassed. "Does the cute wittle bunbun have a bewwy ache? I'll help!" "AAAA GET AWAY YOU FREAK!" He is absolutely just as into it as her and hates that. Soon enough, he is a blissful creature in slumber on her lap.

🦾Zooble🦿

They are not immune to his bullshit. "God, you act like a child." "Whaaaat It's a natural thing! You just- uuuUUAARP! Have a stick up one of your weird holes." That definitely gets him a good ol gut punch, which only makes his burping louder and more frequent. They're not gonna go rubbing his belly even if he's in pain, he'll live. If by some miracle he actually wants some, they take the chance. When else is Jax gonna accept help for anything? And his tummy is so perfect too. If he stays this quiet and nice more often, they can convince themself he's a normal bunny and find him endearing. Maybe.

👑Kinger👑

These two unfortunate only interact briefly across the series and ads, so it's hard to truly gauge this dynamic. However, I think Kinger would be a bit amused at Jax's burping. "Oh, Jax, you little gassy gus, heheh!" The bunny boy is glad at least somebody finds it humorous. "Well well, ol kookoo for coacoapuffs here knows how to have a laugh! You guys all could learn a thing or two." A cute idea I have is if it's night and the circus dims the lights, Kinger might stumble upon a sickly Jax and enter papa mode. "Hey, is your stomach alright, Jax?" "What do you care? I can deal with it mysel-urf! Urggh..." Before Jax knows it, he is getting a heaping of fatherly doting as his belly gets some nice strokes in from the wise King. He doesn't get why Kinger feels so... normal... and he holds back tears from how nice it is to have a paternal figure be this gentle.

🌟Caine🌟

As an AI who can't feel things like hunger or fullness, he loves to observe how Jax's stomach works. Jax doesn't technically need to eat, but the pangs and instincts to do so never went away. So, as the bunny loads up on goodies and walks away with a cute tummy to show for that, Caine is all about it. "Hello there, my lapine companion!" "Beat it, Caine. I think I - urrup - bit more than I could chew." Much to the rabbit's chagrin, this only makes the talking teeth curious. He doesn't mind at all when Jax lets out some big belches from his filling meal, much too focused on observing the behavior. His hands wander to the poochy tummy and Jax snarls in warning. Best to just look and listen for now, Caine!

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This was a cute little thing to get my mind off some sad stuff, hope you enjoy!

Slowly stirring to wakefulness, the first thing that you notice is that your bed feels a lot less comfortable than normal. The second thing you notice is what makes you realize that this is not, in fact, your bed: the fact that your arms and legs were snugly secured in some kind of shackles, with your arms being raised up above you. With the revelation that you were not in your bed, and very likely not in your home, the rest of the exhaustion quickly leaves your body, letting you get a look at wherever the hell you are. And the more you look around, the more you're certain that you're either in some kind of elaborate set, or your luck has run so dry that you've been completely abducted by aliens.

'Well.. aliens or not, I've definitely been abducted.'

Unfortunately, the table(?) you're strapped to isn't in the best position to be looking around the room you're in, but the stuff you can see slowly starts to look less face the more you look at it.. but when you hear a hiss that sounds exactly like what you'd hear in a sci-fi, followed by some footsteps in your blindspot. All things considered, sounds coming from your blindspot isn't that had given how you're strapped down. From behind you, out steps something you never could have anticipated. You weren't completely sure what you were expecting, maybe a little gray man, maybe a Xenomorph or Yautja or something. What you didn't expect was a tall, lanky figure that almost looked like some kind of hare, complete with tall ears and a somewhat long head, and.. overalls? Their eyes and teeth were a similar shade of yellow--which you could only tell because their expression looked like a toothy grin--while their fur color was somewhere between lavender and Purple Dye.

They glance at you with a tilted head, almost looking like a limp neck, barely regarding you otherwise as they fiddled with some device above you, the sounds of various beeps and clicks filling the air alongside some kind of sound that you can only guess to be them muttering.. at least you think they're muttering, their lips are moving slightly but their teeth aren't openi—

"-shouldn't even need to recalibrate this damn thing.. when I figure out who skipped out on it…"

'Oh, so these aliens have translator tech, of course they do.'

His gaze looks down at you head-on, the gaze almost uncanny. "Well looks like they're not completely incompetent.. 'least they got the right language this time."

'Shit did I say that out loud-' You shake your head to clear your thoughts before looking up at him.

"So, normally I'm supposed to do this whole speech about the Intergalactic Union.. real creative name, that one, but the gist is that we're here to check out your species and see if you're considered intelligent enough to be brought into the fold of the Galactic Community (trademark), or if your little system here is gonna be considered a wildlife preserve for a few dozen generations."

You blink, not really knowing what exactly to say.. so you end up just blurting out the first passenger on your train of thought. "So like- you're trying to figure out if we're smart enough to be people yet?"

He tilts his head the other way, not answering for a moment before turning towards a Space Cupboard™ while he speaks. "Yeah, basically. Though, you primates are already smart enough to get protections, but there's one hell of a gap between Tech Levels, so don't hold your breath– There it is!"

He grabs out something that you're about 78% sure is some kind of brain scanner, and you can't help but lean away as much as your bindings will allow. "Calm down, brainwashing tech's banned in like twelve territories, where was I.. oh yeah! Tech Levels."

As he stalks back towards you--despite probably not meaning to, his lanky build makes even just walking normally looks like a hunter stalking its prey--a question pops itself into your head. "What exactly are these tech levels? Something like the Kardashev Scale?"

There's a pause, and he takes a moment to grab some kind of tablet and look at it, probably looking up what the Kardashev Scale even is. With an understanding hum, he walks back over to you and puts on the headgear, still yapping while sticking electrodes on your temples.

"Eh, kinda, but it's a bit more specific than that. Y'see, your planet's just barely in Level 3 with your nuclear stuff.. but ya use it so rarely that people think you're still Level 2. Either way, Level 2 is the point where you go from 'isolation and observation' to 'protected observation', lucky you!"

You feel the brain scanner adjusted and snugged on your head as he finishes up the explanation. "Now then, this is gonna maybe sting a little so don't freak out.. or do! That'll just add to the readings for the labcoats to deal with~"

Before you could even try to protest, you feel a very slight jolt and a faint electric humming that seemed to resonate through your skull. From there, the lagomorph starts to read off a questionnaire that he sounded completely bored with, tested various stimuli--weird images and odd sounds--and did some non-invasive physical examinations, though he did have to feel you up a bit for some of it, and you got up-close and personal with the little claws on his hands. All in all, you've definitely had more uncomfortable checkups, except this time you're actually bound to an examination table and getting groped by an actual alien.

"That's just about everything.. dammit did I finish early? If I go back now then Ah'Bel is gonna make me do busywork…"

'So shitty managers are a universal constant, huh?' Feeling sympathy, you speak up toward him for the first time in a while. "I mean.. nothing says you gotta go back now, yeah? I won't tell if you don't."

He blinks, eyes widening slightly, pupils shrinking a bit as he leans his head in a bit closer.. and after an almost uncomfortable silence, he laughs, his teeth finally parting for the first time, albeit briefly. "Hah! I like you, maybe I could see about keeping you around… For long-term analysis, obviously, right? Anyways.. not that it's gonna matter when we wipe you afterwards, but the name's Jax."

You give him your name, and he does that head tilt that starts to look less crooked the more he does it. He tests the name quietly a few times before looking at you head-on again. Before he could say something again, you heard a rumble that sounded familiar. Jax places a hand over where you assume his stomach is, grumbling softly to himself.. before his expression changes in a way that you can almost see the space-lightbulb over his head.

"I got just the thing for this~"

He steps to the side of the table you're restrained on, pressing a few buttons which unlocks the shackles holding you in place, causing you to fall to the floor. Thankfully, the gravity feels somewhat lighter. When you stand back up, you realize exactly how tall Jax is, because even though he's crouched like some kind of cryptid, your face is only up to his belly.

"What was the saying you used before? 'I won't tell if you don't'? Just don't freak out on me, human."

Before you could question what he meant, though you had some kind of idea, you watched his maw open wide and felt his hands grip you by the shoulders, holding you in place while he pulls your whole head into his mouth. You try and kick your legs, but it doesn't help as he takes his time to taste you.. before you feel him push you in further. With the ease of someone who's done this before, all you can hear is the gulping of his throat around you before you're dropped into a dark, tight chamber.

'Did he just eat me?! ...I should probably be more freaked out about this—'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a burp and a hand supporting you from below. Jax speaks, but his voice sounds muffled through his body. "Damn you Earthlings are heavy.. not that that's a bad thing, you're really filling~ Aaand if I didn't know better I'd say you like this, after all I've never had someone struggle so little before~"

You felt him shuffle over to what must be a chair of some sort, falling into it with a deep sigh. "Like, I know I said to not freak out, but I wasn't expecting this much acceptance, heh. Don't worry, you'll be out before too long.. just until I've had enough of being nice and full~"

Curled up in the stomach of an alien, you relaxed to the gentle sensations around you.. the gentle growling of the stomach around you, the alien heartbeat above you, the sounds of his breathing--and occasional teasing--and the feeling of his hand gently rubbing along your back.

As you felt sleep calling for you, you wondered if the whole 'protected species' status would let you be a pet or something…

i went with Jax having a more hare-like design to lean into the inhuman qualities

and honestly Hare Jax is such a cool design??? it makes him like 66% more scrunkly imho

also size difference because yes please

anyways

Welcome to the Amazing Digital Circus! A digital locale that traps your mind into a digital avatar while a floating set of dentures (accidentally(?)) puts you through a torment nexus every day in the form of random Adventures. Of course, you're not in it alone, you've got a group of misfits who all have their own thoughts about the whole situation.. but at least you're not losing your mind alone! Instead, you've had the misfortune of your digital avatar being small.. not like a midget, no your avatar is tiny, absolutely miniscule, so even clearing the hallway from your room to the rest of the circus is an ordeal. (Thankfully Caine was able to grant you help in the mobility department, but it's a cold comfort, all things considered.)

Among the cast of people you're trapped in here with is Jax, a bunny that seems to be the only one unlucky enough to still get hungry.. and of course he takes any excuse he can to take advantage of your size and gobbling you up like a snack. Not to mention he takes every opportunity he can to mock you for your smaller size. Now, as scary as this whole thing sounds--not to say it isn't scary, you don't think you'll ever get used to getting snatched up by a hungry rabbit--you've started getting used to getting eaten constantly, and it's kind of just become a little routine at this point.

This brings us to today, where you and Jax were just passively chilling in the main area of the circus tent.. not exactly hanging out, but just existing near each other. You don't get eaten by a guy a few dozen times without getting at least a little close. Fortunately, you had gotten familiar enough with Jax to know that he wasn't hungry (yet), so you felt a little bit safe. You were just sitting on a table, doing whatever hobby you'd been able to pick up while in the circus.. when you had a sixth sense moment, feeling a familiar yellow gaze on you.

Looking over towards Jax, you see him staring at you, pupils wider than normal.. you could tell he wasn't hungry, but aside from that you couldn't tell what he was thinking. So you just asked. "What are you scheming this time?"

His perpetual grin turns smug at your words, a look that you and everyone else is far too familiar with. "And what makes you think I'm 'scheming' anything, tiny?"

Your reputation, for one… "The fact that you only ever get that exact look on your face when you're either already up to something or about to do something."

He stands up, over-dramatically putting a hand to his chest. "You wound me, pipsqueak! And here I thought we were making headway together."

You can't help but roll your eyes, a twinge of amusement in your voice. "Just because I know you inside and out--emphasis on the inside--doesn't mean I'm not above calling you out y'know?"

Jax walks over toward you as you talk, and you get the feeling of something about to happen. "Alright alright, ya got me.. but ya can't stop me from doing it!"

He doesn't give you a chance to run before his gloved hand snaps out and yoinks you into his grasp, the sudden movement startling you, while the familiar grip just tight enough around your body that the air gets squeezed out (ignore the fact that none of your bodies have lungs), and you brace for the familiar ride down to the bunny's belly.

"Y'know I been wanting to try this one out for a while… You're a bite-sized pint, so why don't you join me for a bite! Or rather, a few of 'em."

Suddenly his toothy grin is a lot more sharp, and it clicks in your mind what exactly he plans on doing. "Oh no you don't! You rascally—"

And you were quickly cut off by being tossed into the rabbit's maw, and instead of feeling yourself quickly gulped down, you instead felt the sharp and pointy teeth biting into you. Of course, thanks to the nature of the circus, being made into a chew toy doesn't hurt as much as it should.. but you'd be lying if you said it was anywhere near comfortable.

You suddenly feel everything around you vibrate around you as Jax starts talking. "Y'know, this is actually pretty nice.. definitely gonna do this more often."

Through the slight but persistent ringing in your ears and the feeling of being chewed on like a dog toy, all you could do was just endure until Jax either got tired and spat you back out.. or, more likely, until he gets hungry and you become the most convenient snack ever.

so yeah getting chewed on by The Funny One