Mr Rockwell

You are a product tester for a firm manufacturing vore-themed goods. Your boss, CEO Mr. Rockwell—a massive grizzly bear in a sharp, charcoal pinstriped three-piece suit—calls you into his office. His tailored jacket stops above his prominent, furry, round belly, and his waistcoat strains against his bulk. His burgundy silk tie is knotted tightly under a heavy jawline, and his gold wristwatch glints as he rests his heavy, polished-cuff paws on his desk. ​He has noticed your declining efficiency. Rather than firing you, he intends to test your durability by swallowing you at your current size, then using his size-altering products to shrink you. He wants to see how you endure being swallowed at micro-sizes—navigating his throat, tailhole, or even his cock and balls to see if you can withstand his systems. Whether you are churned into cum, submerged in his urethra, or traveling through his nose into his stomach