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With so many people at the party, Mira was having a hard time finding a place to settle. She wanted a good vantage of everything going on. So, the catgirl worked her way through the crowd until she was at the edge of the circle, watching as the game was played. She watched as a couple of pairs were selected, sent to the closet, then came out one inside the other. It looked like such glorious fun, she wanted to participate.

Mira sat down with everyone when the group settled, bouncing in her spot as she waited to see who would be selected to spin next. She hoped she would get picked.

"So that's two rounds. Everyone up for round three?" the tabby asked.

An uproarious cheer sounded; decidedly yes to her answer. People began trying to garner the feline's attention to be selected. Mira was no exception. She leapt at the opportunity to be noticed, waving her hands like mad while her bushy tail swished about behind her. Something about her must have struck a chord with the tabby, because their eyes locked and the hostess grinned wide.

Perhaps it was her clothing--midriff showing, rather short skirt revealing her legs--that did the trick. It didn't much matter. The cat hosting the party made her choice.

"I think you are itching to get stuffed. You certainly came dressed appropriately." she said.

Mira's eyes widened with glee as the bottle was handed over to her, ready to spin.

"Anyone who's interested in getting stuffed in here," Mira shouted with a smirk as she gave her trim stomach a pat, "You'd better get in the circle now! I don't know if I'll get lucky enough to take seconds!"

She had not expected anything more than a mild laugh out of the crowd. What she got was a group of onlookers suddenly pushing their way to the front to be in the circle. Among them was a squirrel in an all too revealing cheerleader uniform. She had been over on the couch fawning over a rather sizable belly attached to a tall, rather lovely looking rabbit who appeared to be the squad leader. As soon as the call for prey came, she dove in without hesitation. Clearly she was interested in being picked.

Mira studied her for a moment, finding herself more than a little enticed. She wasn't turned off by any of the others per-say, but it sure didn't hurt that this squirrel was practically poured into her uniform. The neko suppressed a shiver as all manner of impure thoughts filled her head, and a subtle swell formed between her legs. The little skirt she wore wouldn't work too well to conceal her 'desire', so she tried her best not to think about everything she wanted to do to the squirrel. As she continued to stare though, the tabby hostess leaned over and nudged Mira in the side.

"Well go on then, honey. We're all waiting." She said.

Mira yelped in surprise, jerked out of her little fugue state. She looked down at the bottle in her hand and back at the tabby.

"Right! Right! Sorry!" The neko replied.

Mira got down on her knees, looked around the circle briefly, then reached out to place the bottle on the carpet. With a good twist, it was sent spinning away. All eyes were on the bottle, except for Mira's. She couldn't look away from the squirrel cheerleader. Even as the bottle slowly came to a stop, she couldn't look down at it to see where it landed. The cheerleader however did, and she seemed pretty happy with the results. She slowly stood up, smiling and blushing as she crossed the circle over to Mira.

The neko never stopped staring, even as she was pulled onto her feet by the girl she had locked onto.

"I guess it's you and me?" she said.

Mira nodded, a goofy grin spreading across her face as those naughty thoughts began to take over once more. The pair was escorted to the closet and the door closed. Without a moment's hesitation, Mira threw herself at the squirrel, practically shoving her tongue down the poor girl's throat. The cheerleader was taken completely by surprise, but found her footing easily. She pressed back into the affection, wrapping her arms around the catgirl. For several moments, the two remained locked in their passionate embrace until finally Mira had to surface for air.

"I can't wait to eat you. I want you. Now." She practically growled, just as her stomach did.

The squirrel chuckled as her blush returned.

"You sound like how my squad leader gets sometimes. I like that." the cheerleader said, giving the hungry woman in her arms another squeeze.

"She's gonna hafta fight me to get you back then." Mira smirked, sliding her hands under the squirrel's shirt. It wasn't much of one, leaving much of the girl's midriff exposed. It took very little effort to push it up over her chest, then over her head, forcing the lady's arms up.

"Careful, she just might." the cheerleader said.

Mira silenced her with another kiss, now working the squirrel out of her bra. When that was cast aside, she started to push the cheerleader's skirt down. She was delighted to find that there wasn't anything underneath. This girl had chosen to go 'commando' tonight. Perhaps because she had a good chance of begin eaten. Or maybe she was just the naughty sort. Mira hoped it was the latter.

Once the squirrel was naked, Mira dropped onto her knees and pressed her face against the cheerleader's groin, immediately dragging her tongue across the exposed petals she found there. The girl, still standing, gasped and spread her legs as she was so quickly molested. She moved both hands to the catgirl's head, hoping to hold her there for just long enough. Unfortunately, Mira had no intention of staying put. She sampled, then moved on. Mira pressed onward down her new friend's legs. She tugged one foot up off the floor, which left the squirrel a little unsteady but not unwilling to permit it.

Mira lavished the girl's foot with kisses and licks before simply pressing it into her mouth. The squirrel giggled and wiggled her toes, a little ticklish, and certainly amused at this somewhat unorthodox method. The catgirl wasted no time, swallowing straight away, right up to the cheerleader's well toned calf. She didn't stop there. Mira pressed on past the squirrel's knee, halting when she got to the meaty thigh above. It was only then that she realized her mistake. She should have had the girl sit down so she could have taken both feet at once.

"Mmm, got a little too ambitious? Here, let me help." the squirrel said, lifting her other foot off the ground. She could feel the powerful grip of the neko's throat, as well as the fleshy chamber she was destined to slide into. It felt secure enough for her to make the move she intended. In an impressive display, showing just how limber she was, the squirrel hoisted her leg up, bent it just right, and began to slide her other foot into Mira's mouth.

The catgirl didn't hesitate to welcome the other leg in. She grinned around it and began swallowing greedily, huffing and moaning as her stomach distended more than it had already. Instead of just a single foot sticking out of her middle, she soon had two, and she had wrapped her lips around the squirrel's hips. Each slurp brought her just a little closer to her desired end goal. Of course, now that she was back in range, Mira took the time to offer the cheerleader's groin another few licks. It wasn't too easy, shoving her way up between those flexing thighs that had been forced together by the tight grasp of her rippling gullet. But she managed to get a good taste.

A new moan rose up from the cheerleader as she tried to part her thighs for this rather forward, quick-moving lady. She was liking the ravenous nature, but she hoped that perhaps she could get a slower, more intimate experience the next time fortune smiled on the both of them and they could meet like this again. She would have to find a way to make that happen. Mira was too busy savoring her meal to think about a next time. Maybe when she wasn't so keyed up she would be willing to take suggestions or try a slower approach. Still, the cheerleader wasn't complaining about her performance.

The world inched its way up towards the squirrel as she descended deeper into the catgirl. The pink skin exposed by her all too short shirt stretched more and more. The cheerleader bent her knees as she dropped deeper inside. Her trim form was quite easy to take apparently. All except for that big fluffy tail. Mira had a little trouble with that. Not too much, but enough to slow her down a bit. Or perhaps it was because she wanted a chance to trace her tongue over the tawny girl's rump. That seemed like something she would be interested, thought the cheerleader.

Each powerful gulp claimed more of the squirrel, packing her into the neko's expanding belly until she reached the exposed chest she had essentially ignored. Now those ample swells were resting right on Mira's face. The cheerleader had already taken the opportunity to press her hands in along her sides. All she could do was give the red-headed lady a good squirm. Mira meanwhile was given pause. She felt the weight of the squirrel's bust on her face and the oh so soft fur tickling her. It was delightful. She should have taken a little time to get to know 'the girls' first. Maybe she would have to think about a future meeting after all.

With that plan solidified, Mira opened her mouth wider, drawing the squirrel's chest in without regard for pleasantries. Her hands roamed over the steadily expanding dome in her middle, even delving lower to slip her fingers under her skirt. She was going to need to take care of something else once she was done here. Likely she would need to waddle her way home before tending to it. Unless of course someone there at the party was interested in helping her. The squirrel gasped and moaned, having taken the opportunity to plunge her own fingers between her thighs and tend to her own needs. A cry of elation rose up out of her as her chin came to rest against Mira's lips. This was it, the final push.

Mira didn't bother lifting her hands to shove the girl in. All she did was open wide and gulp. Hard. That one act was enough to cram the cheerleader into her throat, forcing it to take on a more rounded shape than the odd lumps and swells it had shown earlier. The girl inside slipped deeper and deeper, encased in dark, hot flesh that wanted nothing but to force her downward, massaging her form and covering her in drool. The squirrel's head passed down into Mira's chest, forcing her breasts to part. Amazingly, her top had not ripped open in spite of having to contain two people for a time. With a quiet, lewd squelch, the squirrel was pushed down into Mira's stomach, puffing out her belly until it forced her legs well apart.

The catgirl sat there, hugging her stomach as she sighed happily. She had been sated, at least in one fashion.

"Damn! You taste good!" Mira said with a laugh.

"That's what I hear. I'm Tara by the way. Nice to meet you." the cheerleader said, her voice muffled.

"Nice to eat you too, Tara. I'm Mira." the catgirl replied, amusing herself with the groan-worthy joke.

And she got a groan, a loud one, from her stomach. The walls churned and squeezed against the girl inside, not doing anything to melt her away, but certainly give her reason to feel well confined. She huffed and moaned louder as she continued to tease herself, approaching climax.

Mira wasn't paying too close attention to what her passenger was doing. She simply stood up, ready to depart the closet. She held her belly in a fashion not unlike an expectant mother might, and opened the door. A noisy cheer filled her ears, forcing them to lay flat at the loud noise. Then she silenced them all with a heavy burp. Before they could cheer again, Tara's cry of erotic bliss ushered forth from her gut, bringing new grins to the crowd.

The catgirl was escorted over to a nearby chair to rest while the cheerleader's clothing was gathered and set aside for Mira to take with her if she so chose. It was just common courtesy to look after a person's belongings once they had been eaten.

"So you ate one of my girls, I see." called out a voice.

Mira turned towards the source to find an athletic rabbit looking down at her. She was rather tall, and her stomach was rather big. She'd been in the first round after all. She had squeezed back into her cheerleader's uniform, what of it she could make fit, and was standing over the catgirl, hands on her hips, belly squirming, and another cheerleader pressed against her side. This one was a ravishing vixen who eyed Mira hungrily, not so much that she wanted to eat her, but perhaps just a specific part of her, and only until she received a creamy treat. The bulge in Mira's skirt was pretty obvious in spite of her huge stomach.

"I guess I did. It's not a problem is it?" Mira asked.

"Oh no, not at all. So long as you can fill in for her while she's in there." the tall rabbit said, reaching forward to prod gently at the catgirl's wriggling middle.

"Fill in for her? But I'm no cheerleader. I can't do any of those acrobatics or splits or things like that you guys do." Mira complained.

"Oh no, you wouldn't fill in for her on the squad," Rebecca said, "You're coming back to my place with me tonight. One girl isn't enough to satisfy me. And since you took my other one, you'll have to take her place. And from what I'm seeing, I'm expecting a good ride while my new boyfriend is otherwise occupied."

Mira's eyes widened, and her grin slowly returned as she came to realize what she was being asked to do.

"Ya know, I think I can help you with that. When do ya need Tara back?" the catgirl asked.

"Mmm, well, next game isn't for a while. Next practice is on Wednesday. I guess I could spare her until then." Rebecca said.

"Ooo, so she's all mine for half a week? Neat! Then maybe I'll get ta eat her again, and go a little slower next time!" Mira said excitedly. She gave her still moaning belly a firm pat, then massaged the writhing squirrel inside.

If this was how the cheer squad worked, she might have to look into joining!