I know it's Xmas Eve, but i figured it would be fine to upload a day early. I am gonna do a new years Eve/day story that will count as one of the 2 for January. I will warn you though: the predator is obnoxious and annoying so the main acts REALLY annoyed.
Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Jumba and all lilo and stitch references belong to Disney

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After all this time, I still don't get it. I wake up, get eaten, and what? Does the universe spin a wheel and decide what world I go to? And another spin decides what to feed me to? What's annoying is that who- or rather what, eats me either does it straight from the get co. Or makes me fall in love with them and then eat me. Either way, it's cruel. I awoke in a, dare I say it, an average room. Wooden. Blue. A desk. And even a bed. There was a single light on the desk. There was allot of weird looking tech. Possibly even, alien. What threw me for a loop was the clothes lying on the floor. Among the white lab coat, there was a yellow Hawaiian shirt that could be a blanket for me and pair of shorts that could fit two people in it, and still have room for a possible third.

My first mistake.
I did not look at the bed more closely. The second, letting my guard down and was shot with some sort of contained, blue sleeping gas. I dropped like a rock. From the bed, rose a eight foot tall, fat alien. I know, it's probably rude to say he's fat. But based on that shirt and shorts can you really blame me? My vision was fading, but I could see him with help from the desk lamp. He had four eyes, two on each side of his head. His normal eyes were big enough to take a punch, while the eye behind them were big enough for a finger to fit. There was a dark shade of purple for some of his head and most likely his back, while the front end it was a lighter shade. He had a circle for a nose. Big as well as plump. I guess what threw me for a loop was the fact he was wearing blue striped pajamas with a matching hat. And his mouth was big enough for—oh. Guess I found my next destination. With that happy thought, I proceeded to pass out.

The scientist loomed over the strange human boy that laid before him. He reached for his sleeping cap, and from under it, materialized a simple rectangular remote with a single red button on it in one of his his four fingered hand. He used his fat thumb to activate the remote. The room shuddered silently, from the roof of the room came metal panel. In only five seconds, the room that was once walled with blue wood, now was covered with metal.
“Better. Big earth woman was complaining that I am too loud in here. So I create sound proof walls. Ever since, no complains,” he said, going over the paralyzed earth boy. He blasted him with a type of, ‘putty gun’. He can't move on his own, but the mad scientist can mold him into whatever shape he desires. Best part- can't talk, only moan and groan. But there is no pain, he's mad, not sadistic. The effect only last for three minutes. The earth boy looks up from the floor as best as he can, while his face is still unable to move upwards. Jumba lifts the earthling off the floor and into his tempted hands. “There is strange earth tale I have been told about that occurs around this time. You see,” he begins to say as he slowly crushes the boy, like someone got angry at the newspaper. Practically like tissue paper, it took no effort. “Large man in red breaks into earthling's home and leaves gifts,” he continues to say, turning the boy so he's like a vertical bar. And squishes him like clay. As jumba spoke, he began to round out the boy, who moaned in frustration. “Family offers cookies or what's called, ‘gingerbread men'. Now, I played role of red man. But was not offered no cookies. Nor of these men of gingerbread. Until now,” He lifts his creation to eye level. Eyes level? In his palms, was now a basketball sized boy. He wouldn't be recognizable, save for the glasses that got warped along with his clothes and body. But the way he was shaped, only one eye was looking back at the scientist in annoyance. “I still do not know what this, ‘gingerbread’ is. But you. You are a man. Or rather, you were. Now,” he praise paused to open his, licking the ball with his two blue tongues. Jumba smacked his lips in satisfaction. “You are Christmas snack. And a delicious one at that.” He opened his mouth as wide as he could, exposing his blue maw, and four rounded teeth, two on top and bottom. With little effort, he shoved the ball of boy into his mouth, and closed it up. The scientist played with the boy now in his mouth. Moving it from cheek to cheek, like a gumball. Then, he realized it was almost times up. With only twenty seconds of play and fifteen left, he swallowed the boy. A ball shaped bulge traveled down the nonexistent neck of the alien and into his belly, where he left no sign. Only the loud groaning could be made from the buttoned up stomach. The mad scientist smiled and drummed his belly with glee. “Another successful project. And a delicious one at th-,” Times up. The untouched belly spontaneously grew and became misformed as the body of the boy now grew back to normal size. And shape, though he was stuck in a ball shaped prison. The jolt took the alien by surprise, the sudden shape and weight of his meal didn't help the matter. Jumba managed to remain standing, one hand rubbing his now exposed six foot large gut. The buttons of the pajamas didn't survive, and now wore it like a jacket. “Oof. Note to self: extend time,” he said, slapping the shape of a face coming out of his stomach. “Stop that. You're gonna make me -,” the pink stomach groaned. And with no warning, a burp that the walls shouldn't have been able to cover up, was unleashed. The room shook for what felt like a whole minute. But after the deed was done, the movement became minimal and the yelling was now a faint moaning. That burp must've taken up all the breathable air in there. And the boy passed out from the lack. Jumba laughed a hearty laugh and drum rolled his stomach as he walked over to his bed. The bed creaked with it's newly fattened occupant laying on it. Jumba moaned with pleasure as he rubbed his enlarged gut, the movements now being enjoyable. “This was fun. I should eat more gingerbread men,” he said to himself. Just he was about to sleep, he managed to say something before his snoring began:
“Merry Christmas.”


“Jumba! Breakfast is ready!” said a female voice. The smell of earth food woke the sleeping giant. He yawned a great yawn, smacking his lips, and scratching his belly. Upon scratching, he looked down and smiled. His belly was now a whole two feet bigger. There was no noise coming from it. Nor any movement. A knock was at his door. Jumba slowly reached for the remote under his pillow and pressed it. He had left the metal on overnight. Luckily, he had the setting to only one side having it’s sound blocked off. He groaned as he got off the bed and walked over to the door, his big feet practically sounding like indoor thunder. He opened the door to see a little girl in a red Hawaiian dress. Her nose was almost like that of his own. And she looked like a natural native. Lilo had knocked at the aliens door.
“Miss bossy pants wanted me to make sure you got up,” lilo said, turning her gaze from the slow waking alien, to the big gut hanging out. She poke out at it a few times, till it showed it's annoyance with a loud gurgle noise. “What did you eat?”
“I had me a very filling gingerbread man,” jumba said to her, patting his gut like it was a pet.
“Well, we have leftover gingerbread if you want any. But first, breakfast.”

Jumba and lilo came down the stairs, turning into the kitchen. Jumba didn't bother with a different shirt. Nor even his destroyed pajama shirt. He just came down with his top exposed.
“So where are extra gingerbread?” jumba asked to nobody in particular, expecting to see a few boys like the one from last night. Lilo instead came over to him with a large red bowl, filled with people shaped things in it. Jumba grabbed the bowl questionably and grabbed one of it's contents, eyeing it. “What is this?”
“Gingerbread men. I thought you said you had one already,” lilo asked suspiciously. Jumba, not too innocent looking, laughed nervously and began to sweat.
“Must have not been same. Earth food all the same,” he dropped the gingerbread back into the bowl. Like a trash can, he opened his mouth and dumped all the cookies into his gullet, not even chewing. He had enough practice swallowing big things. “I'm full. Going to lab,” without no explanation, he thundered up the stairs with haste. He closed the door behind him, panting. He looked down at his newly enlarged gut and rubbed it softly. “Forgive me, earth bo-,” jumba began to say before another house shaking belch filled the air.