Work

With Ian's birthday passed, he had no reason to be absent from work anymore, besides being scared to **** of getting devoured by people he had considered friends all his life. But his boss wouldn't take his excuse seriously, he would much rather have Ian in someone's gut stewing in the office, than stay at home for just one more day. Plus Ian couldn't stay locked inside his own apartment for the rest of his existence, he had to face the new world as a prey, for how long he has to live for. Hopefully long enough for him to find someone to stew in his gut so his curse would break, or until he finds the right person to turn him into a slab of fat on their posterior.

Today he had to go to work, the white kitty got dressed in his usual work clothes, then left the comfort of his home. He lived in the 'Hidden Congo' a relatively safe apartment complex. Sure, he had heard and seen his neighbours rocking swaying, kicking bellies quite a lot of times, but it was always someone outside the complex being the prey; a burglar, an unlucky relative, or some delivery boys, never neighbour on neighbour devouring. Yet, with how sweet and delicious he smells, Ian didn't feel as sure about that anymore. Thankfully he didn't run into anybody, and left the complex without any trouble.

But as one issue got resolved, another one appears; reach his workplace without getting devoured by literally anyone. Ian's office was quite far, he usually takes the bus to reach it in time, but now, he had cold feet about it. He had been almost eaten a few times by random passengers before, but he always managed to lie his way out of it. Either lying about having devoured someone, or being lucky enough to have someone besides him to rescue him from ending up inside any pred hungry jaws. Ian couldn't lie about having devoured someone anymore, his prey aroma gave it away almost instantly. He also thought that nobody would save him no-more, anyone that would get a whiff of his scent could tell that his days are numbered.

Ian could walk, he would arrive extremely late to work, and it wasn't exactly 100% safe. Somebody would still try to eat him if they wanted to, it's not like he hadn't seen public devouring before. Plus, if he does survive not getting eaten by any random stranger, his boss would surely eat him for being late.

There was also the option for an escort, not a taxi or a cab, since those always go bad in the movies, but a pred to act as his personal carrier to his office. Of course, that meant either sliding down their shaft and stored in their balls, or cramped inside their hot bellies for god knows how long. Ian never took 'an escort' before, but he always heard good things about it, nobody he knew of, had ever been digested. But with him, with his powerful odour, and probably delicious flavour, he doubted that anyone in their right mind would let him out without adding him to their hips first.

Maybe one of Ian's neighbours would be kind enough to let him catch a ride close enough to his office, but again, being inside a car with a pred and smelling delicious, is always a bad idea.