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Grumbling and rumbling echoed through an otherwise silent apartment. Not of a dog, a dragon, not the sounds of some smutty sex act from horny furred creatures, but the grumbling of a hungry belly.

She hadn't eaten in what, a week? God, she was so hungry. Scrolling through delivery sites, listing off such delectable treats - hash browns, a big, juicy burger... a 12 oz steak drizzled with thick barbeque sauce. It was torture. But no, she was absolutely skint - not a cent in her bank account, not a morsel in her cupboards. Well, unless you counted the 20 year expired tin of bamboo shoots, and she was getting close to being desperate enough.

The starving critter in question was a rather chubby white-furred arctic fox, splayed across a tatty, beaten up couch in equally tatty looking grey pajamas. Bags under her eyes, she'd flick up and down her phone without much purpose - opening apps, closing apps, browsing online forums and just as quickly losing interest, with the growling of her stomach constantly begging her attention, reminding her that she was, indeed, starving. Even if she was still tubby enough to look like she gave herself too much food related love. Most of her cash this month had gone on rent for her two bedroom apartment, and what was left of her reserves of food - but when there's a sale on, and you have as little self-control as her... well.

"Come on, Nicola, you could try a food kitchen or something..." She mumbled to herself with a sigh - it was half-hearted, almost defeated in tone. The only food kitchens around her only served herbivores - they were cheaper to run, and, there wasn't exactly much of a carnivore community in her area anyhow. Nope, no food kitchens. Begging... Would she be able to show her face to her family if she was caught doing so? She was from a high-profile family, and even if she was a black sheep, they'd shipped her off here with a monthly allowance to keep her from causing shame for the family. No, the glutton could rule that one out, she'd be cut off entirely if she was caught. But... It was a herbivore community, she knew that much, so...

Sitting bolt upright, she'd scroll through her apps, searching - frowning when she realised, no duh, of course she doesn't have an app like that, when's the last time she went dating? She'd quickly install an app and launch it up, fill out a profile, quickly change your last name because well, this was a bad idea in any case, no need to attach it to yourself, and... Voila! You have a profile made specifically to find other people to fuck and rut silly! No, wait. That... actually, don't worry about it, that's probably accurate.

"It's a herbivore rich area, so let's just find like, a bunny or something, and I can just, like... My family'll do hush money, right?" she'd utter to herself, starting to search through the 'catalogue' of local treats. Swipe, swipe, swipe... There were a couple other preds in the area - avoid those. Horses, they were herbivores, but she wasn't exactly fit and most horses were a touch stronger than a pudgy, lazy fox who mostly subsisted on cheapo supermarket steak and fast food. Sheep were a maybe, but the next swipe was a very busty looking gal. Could she even fit her jaw around that? She'd already struggle with most folk, she wasn't exactly a snake, and while she could fit much larger things than she'd have any reason to in her mouth, those were like, G cups, dude. Her poor back. And if she was that endowed in her chest, whats to say of her hips and ass - no, pass.

Soon, though, she'd have a good few probe messages sent out across the app. Some guys who she thought looked weak and small enough that she could manage to overpower, but mostly smaller gals - bunnies, mice, rats, birds. Propositioning folk for a quick one night stand - some cuddling, chilling and watching Netflix together, a fuck if they got along, and then probably never seeing each other again. And well, she certainly wouldn't see whoever she asked along again, just for different reasons.

Much to her surprise, one of her probes got picked up on... well, almost instantaneously.

"Let's see... Oh, it was this girl, huh? Lilian... She didn't really have any big pictures of herself if I recall, it was just face pictures, but they were a cute looking rat, right?" she mumbles, swiping her chat up.

_ > 5:29pm from Nicola Day: Hi there! I saw your adorable pictures and couldn't help but send you a message - I was wondering if you wanted to hook up tonight and watch some shitty TV and cuddle, maybe more if the night goes well? > 5:31pm from Lilian Moore: Hiya~ That sounds lovely! :) It's rare to see a fox living in this part of the city, you're pretty tempting yourrself~ I'll be coming home from my activities at 7, I'm a little busy till then but tell me where to meet you and I can come over - I'll even bring some drinks ;) > 5:34pm from Nicola Day: Aw, thank you, that's sweet of you to say! I'm in the apartment complex on Sycamore Lane, 22C is my apartment number. I've not got too much in the house right now except some alcohol, so the drinks would be cool! Where are you coming back from? > 5:38pm from Lilian Moore: Mm, that's pretty close actually~! I'll be coming back from the gym, so I'll be borrowing your shower~ I'll see you at a little past 7 then, see you later! > 5:39pm from Nicola Day: See you then!_

"... Gym?" She'd check the pictures again and give them a good inspection. But, no, there was no real way to check her body shape or anything, they were angled a little too well for that. She didn't have her height or anything listed, most of it were just miscellaneous facts - stuff she liked and was into, a few corny quotes... But nothing about her being a fitness freak. It was probably just yoga and light cardio - and it was a mouse! Rat! Whatever. She could overpower a little rat, no problem, even if she had some muscle. Being a lazy fatass was what got her kicked out of her family home, but her family was pretty well-built naturally - and she was a fox! A predator! Even if she was out of shape, she wasn't THAT out of shape. Right?

"Oh, fuck it. I'll get cleaned up and dressed, and make sure my house isn't too... Well," her eyes would drift over the stray cups, wrappers and empty cans of beers scattered across the ground. It was just as well she had over an hour to work with.

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By 7, her apartment was looking at the very least. decent. She'd picked up all her trash and stuffed it down the chute outside, gave her carpets a hoover, sprayed her rooms with air freshener and set out the few bottles of alcohol she had stored away. It was a little sparsely furnished, sure, but she could excuse it by saying she was just a minimalist. She was dressed best she could too - a nice, frilly blouse with breathing room, black jeans, and her favourite pair of bright red lingerie hidden underneath. It was cliché, but... If she was going to eat the poor thing, she should at least try to be cute for her, right?

As Nicola admired herself in the mirror of her room, she'd hear a strong knock on her front door. Game time. She pretty much jogged to the front door, belly grumbling in anticipation, which she made a conscious effort to quell - a rumbling tummy was attractive to nobody, after all - and then opened the door with a wide, welcoming smile. And she was met with the sight of a shapely bust held in a sports bra and covered by a short-sleeved pink hoodie. And the smell of fresh sweat and rather appealing rat musk. And... abs. Muscled thighs and buff, thick arms.

She couldn't help it - the rat in front of her heard the fox let out a surprised squeak, as her cheeks flushed underneath her fur. She was taller than her than a whole head! Eyes met, and the black-furred rat would let the silence hang, before grinning. Lilian knew those eyes, and she knew what it meant when her newest catch was as speechless as this one - she knew herself, and she had plenty of confidence in her good looks and appeal. The squeak Nicola gave was plenty cute as well. Her hand moved up to grip and caress the fox's chin, leaning in to give her a light but lingering kiss on the lips, letting a wink tease the increasingly flustered fox's poor little head.

"Hey there, sweetie. Should we just get to it?" she drawled, voice teasing Nicola's ears in that low, husky accent that fit her thickly built frame to a T. And with her mind so overwhelmed, filled with the presence of the rat lady... All her planning and rehearsing of what she'd say, how she'd guide the conversation flew right out, and all that came out of the fox was a trembling 'Yes'. And with that encouragement, the rat invited herself in, bottles clinking in the bag that probably wouldn't even be needed, door clicking and locking behind her, a strong-arm wrapping around the fox's chubby waist, one hand resting on the round ass encased in rough denim, guiding her into her own apartment, kicking off her shoes and taking off her socks as she entered.

"You mind if we do it in your room? Couches aren't usually too comfy," came the off-hand comment, and all she could do was shake her head, pointing to the ajar door off to the left of her apartment. Her reward was a squeeze of thick digits into her plush ass, raising another one of those adorable squeaks as she was guided into her room and again, had the door closed behind her, trapping her in with a rat that may as well have been the predator of the pair of them.

The squeeze did snap her out of her daze, though. Lilian wasn't supposed to be that... well, buff! Or tall! Like... She was tall herself, she was 6 foot, and she was pudgy, sure, and hormones had taken a touch of height off her... But rats weren't supposed to be 6 foot 10, muscled, sweaty goddesses that looked like they could easily crush her head between her thighs. Worst part was, she was EXACTLY her type, and that was scrambling her brain like nothing else every time she spoke. The husky voice, the thick southern drawl, the way it rumbled into her ears and filled the room with her presence.

"Mind if I undress you?" Lilian spoke again, as she laid the fox down on her back on that plush pink bed. She wasn't exactly going to wait for permission, though, as rough hands unbuttoned jeans and yanked them down before Nicola had chance to answer.

She forgot to mention a little detail - and one that made her freeze up in worry. Not all girls have dicks, and she'd had some experiences with both guys and girls that were... less than pleasant. But it was too late now, the bulge of a sheath pushing out her red panties, starkly contrasting the snow-white fur that she was so proud of. Her eyes moved to appraise the rat's reaction - and she found... none. Button after button popped off from the cream blouse, and a strong arm slipping underneath her back, propping her up and helping her take her blouse off to bare her chest. Nicola's breaths came heavy and punctuated by soft, needy whines - letting the rat do all the work, admiring her abs, the way the sports shorts clung to her shapely, toned thighs, and how the sports bra struggled to keep a clearly well endowed girl's breasts close to chest. And then she felt lips firmly press to her own, a tongue caressing her lips, pressing insistently until she parted them and sliding in to wrestle her tongue to the floor of her mouth - intense blue eyes driving into her deep browns, fingers tangling into her hair and pulling her head in close, with lustful moans mingling into one another, saliva messily drooling down her chin and soaking into her fur.

She felt the rat suddenly pull away, Lilian's hand untangling from her hair. She'd slip her hoodie off, letting the now very firm fox admire the rest of her thick, muscled arms - her muscles weren't grossly oversized, but you could tell that girl spent plenty of time racking weights, body building and working on herself. A tingle of envy ran through her body - and then shame, inadequacy, knowing that her pudgy, out of shape body was thanks to a lack of any of that will to work herself out. She had a resigned acceptance that she'd stay chubby though her life, even if she was plenty cute like she was. Still, those were only brief thoughts, and soon, she spoke up.

"You, um... You don't mind?" her voice trembled, and her mind briefly glanced towards her crotch as she laid there - she was a little too chubby for her member to be seen when not erect, but it had slipped out from its fuzzy confines, slipping past the band of her undergarments and pulsing in the faintly musky air of her room. Her eight inch length displayed plainly before the object of her desire, the faint swell of an uninflated knot capping the base of the pulsing, reddish-pink dick. And her reply was a cocking of the brow - a brief shake of her head, as Lilian continued her rather showy display in front of the fox. After all, having the enraptured eyes of a needy, horny fox focused solely on you, praising you with their worshipping intensity... It was a nice confidence boost, to say the least.

"Of course not, you silly thing. Here," as she spoke, her hands looped into the waist of her sports shorts, pulling strongly, dragging them down along with her own undergarments - and the strong musk of a days sweaty workout instantly hit Nicola's nose, prompting a brief shudder. And it wasn't just sweat. A rapidly firming erection pulsed between her thighs, proudly jutting into the air, and... Good god, that was large. Seeing the fox rather taken aback, stunned into wordlessness, Lilian chuckled, letting her hand stroke slowly over the monster member. Beneath it was very large orbs - the size of her fists, at least, and it raised the question, how on earth were those tight shorts hiding those with no bulge?

"Bit different from you, I was born with both parts. I'm from hyper parents - don't worry, I won't make you take it if you don't want to or you're a little too intimidated," she gave a warm, reassuring smile, with the two feet of proud, forearm thick member giving an eager pulse, already drooling messily on to the floor. "And no, I don't mind at all, you're a beautiful looking gal."

God, was she glad she had plenty of fur on her body. Her face was burning up beneath her white coating, and she did not at all envy those that could visibly blush. Still, that explained the height, and I guess it explained how well-built she was. Still... That'd make her plans for tonight difficult. 'Maybe I'll just... I could just have some fun with her and try again tomorrow? I can last another day...' she thought to herself, spacing out for a couple of moments only to be snapped out of her stupor by a weight settling on top of her - Lilian's concerned eyes filling her view.

"You doing alright, sweetie? You're looking a little spacey," she murmured, a hand caressing the fox's hotly flushed cheek, "You know, if it's too much of a shock, we can just stop and spend the night chatting instead. I won't be offended. Promise."

"No, no! That's... that's alright, I was just a little surprised, that's all! U-uh..." Nicola felt her voice coming out quiet, with a stammer punctuating her words, her nervousness and flustered, anxious mind struggling to function. At this point, she was basically the definition of a disaster lesbian. She never dated, let alone called people out for one night stands! What was she doing? A unconscious gulp raised a soft giggle from the rat, before she continued, "I just.. it's been a while, I was taken aback, and-"

A finger pressed to her lip and a soft shushing only made her ears burn brighter. Did she mean to be this hot or was it all accidental?

"Why don't we try to loosen you up then? We can do a little foreplay, I can see you're dressed all cute for me, it's sweet," she teased, winking and planting another soft kiss on the fox's nose, "What are you into? Or does 'it's been a while' mean this is your first time?"

"N-no! I've done stuff before, I just... It's been a couple of years, okay?" Nicola's voice came out in a protesting whine, raising more giggles from her bed partner. Even the folding of her arms and the sulky pout only served to make those teasing, lilted laughs louder - and Lilian sat back, resting her firm, toned rear against the conveniently placed lap beneath her, letting the fox's member grind between her legs and nestle up against both her slit and prod against the backside of her churning orbs.

"I'll take that as a yes to some kink talk, then. If you're too embarrassed to talk about yours, well, I'll let you get to know mine. Sound good?"

"... Um. Sure,"

"How lovely of you to deign me with permission, sweetie~ Well, let's see... I'm into thick, chubby girls, they're rather devilishly tempting and cute," Lilian reached down, sinking her digits teasingly into Nicola's soft, pudgy bellyfur, giggling more at the embarrassed whines it raises.

"I... I'm not... I-I'm not that cute. You're much more... You... Well, you do so much more work on your body, right? How can I compare?" came the reply, her burning ears folding back against her head. It was... a bit of an insecurity, and it showed. It gave Lilian pause for a couple of moments, even, before she let a soft smile creep across her face and let her hand slowly caress and trace along her belly, up her chest and over the ample bust still encased in her bra. She leaned down, reaching behind Lilian's back, gently unfastening her bra and undressing her fully, staying quiet. The fox followed her lead in silence, confused, increasingly embarrassed - god, she was a mess. That wasn't hot at all. She didn't need to know those insecurities. She was so dumb, and-

"All body types are adorable, sweetie. I do the work for myself, because I like it, and I like how it makes me feel. But that doesn't make me any more inherently attractive than you," her hands trailed down, slipping the now rather musk laden panties down chubby thighs, letting the free hand trail and caress along the inside of her thigh, giving the squishy fat a gentle squeeze, "You're so soft and warm, and I find it so cute to be able to squish and squeeze all over your cute little body. Sure, some people might look down on you for it, but they're wrong. m'kay?"

"I-"

"No ifs, no buts. You're adorable and utterly tempting, and all this chub and tub? It just adds to your charm. You're exactly the type that i'd love to have underneath me on her front, muffling herself with a pillow as I fuck her silly and whisper into her ear, telling her just how hot and alluring she is," she continued, letting her fingers run through fur all over her body, her eyes admiring all over those plump, shapely curves, "I think you understand now, don't you, Nicky? Even if you worked this off, you'd still be just as cute, because you are cute."

She was basically putty at this point, her hands moving up to cover her face. She hadn't had this much praise... ever, really. God. All she could do was whine and whimper in embarrassment, while she willed herself to stop being such a useless mess of a dork. She felt fingers caress up her sides, back down to her belly, stroking and squeezing teasingly before trailing up her chest, caressing her ample, C cup breasts. She felt lips gently brush against a sensitive nipple, teeth nipping and lips suckling briefly as a nose nestled in and took in the soft strawberry scent of the fox's fur shampoo. And then they trailed up further, over her shoulders, up her neck and slipping underneath her hands - cupping her cheeks and gently guiding the digits that hid her flushed face from view. And past them, Nicola found gentle eyes and that warm, adoring smile, lips touching to hers briefly and giving another of those oh so tempting winks before Lilian pulled away and continued to speak.

"I'm into cute girls like you, but besides that, I do enjoy a little bit of worship, if that isn't obvious. Both for others, and for me. I love a bit of dirty talk, I'm not averse to some roleplay, and, well, one of my embarrassing ones is I do like having my paws worshipped and served," Lilian's husky chuckle betrayed the first hint of embarrassment - she usually wouldn't tell people this on first meeting, but she didn't seem to mind if it'd open her bedmate up a little, "I'm into sweat, and well, given how you reacted to me, I think I know what you feel about that. I'm also heavily into assplay and most things to do with it. I like fisting - uh, no pressure by the way, I figure a cute little thing like you isn't ready to take big things - rimming, worship... And well, you'll need to give me a little information before I tell you any more."

And then there was some silence. Share... share her kinks? What if she found something gross? Her eyes hesitated, her words caught in her throat - but the rat waited patiently til she was ready.

"You won't judge?"

"Of course not, sweetie,"

"... Okay. Um. I'm a big sub. Like... as if that wasn't obvious, right?" she forced a laugh, nervousness creeping into her voice, watching Lilian carefully for a reaction. But she didn't force a laugh, she waited patiently, her reassuring smile egging her on. And so, she continued, "I'm also into pawplay. That is to say, um. I'd be fine with doing that. I... Sweat, you're right, it's... you... you smell really nice."

"Oh, thank you~ I'm glad - believe it or not, I was a little nervous showing up so sweaty, you know? I've had some people turn me away at the door, but I try not to let it get me down,"

"What? They'd just... turn someone like you away just for that?"

"Yup! It doesn't bother me too much though - sometimes I'm just not someone's type, you know?"

"I guess that's a way of looking at it... I, uh. I have a thing for mouths, drool, teeth - I have a bit of an oral fixation, I guess? I do like assplay too, I... I could try fisting. That'd be fine. I think. Um," she gulped, her eyes drifting to nervously look at the rat's hands. They were rather large, too... Rough, a little masculine, but it suited her, "And I enjoy being ordered around. I like it rough and I like being teased and taunted a-and... I guess I just really like being f-flustered and embarrassed. And you've been, um... You've been doing plenty of that already. God, sorry, I'm such a dork."

And then finally, a fit of giggles burst from the rat, as she yanked Nicola up to give her a tight hug, giving her a nice, firm, full kiss on the lips. It took her completely by surprise, and she couldn't help but give a muffled yip, with her eyes turning confused and widening with mild shock.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just... I wasn't sure if you were gonna open up, you know? Thanks for trusting me, and honest, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just glad," her speech was punctuated by giggles, struggling to stifle them down, grinning widely as she pulled her lips free of Nicola's, "And those surprise me! You've been so meek and shy, that's pretty kinky, you know? I'm a kinky girl myself though, so maybe we'll find more in common tonight."

"I-I'm not usually this shy! You're just-"

"Oh, it's okay, I know, I know what it's like when you've got a big crush on someone - I have a cutie of a friend like you, and when she talks about her wife, she gets so sappy and blushy and embarrassed. They've been together three years, and they're still so sweet on each other,"

"I-I don't have a crush! It's different!"

"Oh? What would you call it then?"

Pause.

"Um. It's... I... I just find you really hot, that's all!"

"That's what we call a crush, sweetie," her giggles finally subsiding, she'd climb off the fox, and under her watchful eyes she would lay back in the middle of that big, cushy bed, spreading her legs - letting an unconscious groan slip from her lips as she finally took off her sports bra, leaving herself fully naked and bare - her sizeable tits flopping out against her chest. Nicola found her eyes staring, following that slight wobble - they were so much larger than she thought they'd be! Just like her shaft, really - the rat certainly wasn't lying about her hyper lineage. Still, the now familiar voice snapped her out of her daze, husky and low on purpose, "You're into being ordered, huh? Well, why don't you get over here and get to cleaning my pawpads, we're both into it and I want to start making use of that cute mouth of yours."

"I-"

"Now, Nicky. Your mouth, my feet. I want to feel your tongue sliding in between each toe,"

The switch from patient, sweet and touchy rat-lady to a husky voiced, dominate and demanding... well, a mistress - It took her off guard, and before she realised, she found herself nodding, rolling over and crawling between Lilian's legs, her hands slowly caressing over her calf, raising her leg up to her lips. The fur of her legs thinned around her ankles, fading into pinkish, soft-skinned peets with nubby claws, and as her tongue touched to one of the curling toes she felt the thicker but still soft underside of the foot - a touch salty from the days sweat, but it was clean, claws manicured, well-kept.

At first, she was hesitant - most of her fetishes and fantasies came from what she read, what she imagined, what she watched. Her licks were slow and clumsy, her broad tongue curling around the long rat toes and slathering in-between, licking over the softer skin of the top, her hands softly caressing and stroking along the flexing, muscled calf. But soon, under the warm, smiling gaze of her new dom, she let all that shame and hesitation melt away - her starting to suckle and lap messily at each toe, dragging her tongue from the front to the heel in long, worshipping licks, letting her lips caress and kiss all along Lilian's foot in showy worship.

"Good girl," Lilian cooed, letting her softly furred, thin tail curl loosely around her neck, leaning back and starting to stroke along her thick, proud shaft as she watched. She would curl her toes, pressing her foot forward into the fox's eager ministrations, gentle, but insistent, "You're doing so well, my cute, sweet fox... Such a cute little thing, too - but I don't hear you talking. Don't you want your loving rat mistress to know how much you like her?"

She hesitated ever so briefly before letting mistress slip from her lips, he head tilting as the fox paused on he foot - their gazes met, and she gave a questioning smile, as if asking if that bit of roleplay was okay. She could even feel the fox's cheeks warming yet again, and she couldn't help but giggle, stroking her cheek with the tip of her tail. She was so easy to embarrass.

"I... O-of course, mistress... I was just so wrapped up in enjoying my wonderful... um... mistress's paws, and her taste," Nicola mumbled - she was awkward, her choice of words unpracticed and mostly a guess, but the honest attempts to play into the prompted roleplay... It was oh so sweet. Her teeth grazed across the velvety skin, gently nibbling on a toe before her tongue slipped back out to caress it. And as she talked about taste... Her stomach rumbled. Oh god, she was hungry, "I love your cute feet, they're so warm and soft... And I'm so happy that you'd trust and let your little p-pet tend to your lovely body..."

'Ohhh, she's so adorable,' Lilian thought to herself, closing her eyes and basking in the attention, 'I can't believe such a catch managed to stay hidden so close to me - how have I not seen her before? We live in the same area...'

Her shaft drooled and dribbled enthusiastically across her toned belly, musky scent filling the air, thin pre-cum soaking into her soft bellyfur. The feeling of lips sliding one toe, two, three into that little mouth, caressing and slathering in-between and over each and every one. The gentle nibbles and grazing of teeth, the feeling of that hot, humid maw managing to close around all of her toes and slowly sliding more of it into her mouth... Nicola was eager to please for sure, and the rat wasn't about to complain. With that soft, broad tongue slowly slathering and creeping further and further along the underside of her foot, slipping out to lick and curl around the sides of her feet, and then the feeling of it curling around her heel... And the her claws poking against the opening to her throat, feeling a soft gagging before her toes pushed into a warm, tight throat and her ankle was wrapped up by soft, stretched lips.

Hold on.

Her eyes opened and darted down to meet the fox's gaze as teeth grazed on her ankle and calf, finding that Nicola had taken a little more of her in than she bargained for, the entirety of her foot encased in her mouth with lips slowly pushing up her ankle - trying to suppress her choking, her breath tickling through the fur of her shins.

"... Nicola. What are you doing?"

The fox froze, and she stared back into confused eyes - the both of them still as a rock. Obviously, Nicola couldn't reply, but Lilian found she couldn't vocalise any further - she was rather taken aback by the fact this fox had managed to wrap her mouth over her entire foot and was swallowing around her digits. The silence hung in the air for a few awkward seconds, before Nicola pointed to her phone. The wordless exchange of the object, and the soft tapping of claws on a protected touchscreen, her surprised eyes only grew wider.

> Eating you.

"You... You want to eat me," she stated. Before Nicola could answer, the loud rumbling and gurgling of her stomach did so for her. Lilian's mouth closed and opened speechlessly, searching for the words, for the questions to ask, for the answers she needed so desperately so she could... Understand. At all.

> I haven't eaten in like, two weeks.

"So you're going to try and eat someone larger than you. Stronger than you. Can you even open your mouth that wide? Can your stomach even fit that much? I... How were you even planning to make sure I don't just pull away? You can't overpower me," the words came spilling out the moment she found them - not angry, not upset, just shocked and confused. And she could see the cogs rolling in the fox's head, a furrowing brow, and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes as she swallowed. And seeing the shifting bulge under the fox's chin... She found her shaft giving an eager pulse and a squirt of fluid, surprising even herself. That... That turned her on?

> I don't know. It was instinct. I can fit you, though. I think. It's a long story.

"... How- I- You... Nicola. Look. I'm not angry. I'm... How do I put this, god, I haven't been in this position before,"

> I don't think many people have found themselves in this sort of situation.

"Oh, shut up. Look, if you think you can eat me, I actually want to see you try. It... Seeing you like this turns me on. I'll even help you out," she spoke flatly, her words even suprising herself. I mean, she was agreeing to help someone eat her. They spilled out without pause, just letting her thoughts come out as they entered her head, "I'll be able to get back out of you, anyway. And... Look, once we're done, I'll order you some food. You sure you're able to, right?"

> Yeah, I ate a whole sheep before. Not a person, by the way, just livestock.

"... Huh. Fuck it. Here," and with those words, Nicola felt another foot push against her lips, shoving roughly, the pretense of softness and roleplay disappearing underneath an overeager curiousness, raising a muffled yelp as her jaw strained and unhinged just like a snake's. So much for her earlier worries. Lilian's two feet pushed down the fox's mouth further, sinking her calves down slowly, her feet visibly bulging the smaller woman's throat and shifting underneath soft furred skin. She paused, however, as she melt her predator's glowering stare, insistently shoving a screen towards her.

> Not so rough! I won't break, but it still hurts when you're that rough!

And that gave her pause, her digits kneading at the tight, swallowing flesh of her throat - slowly working up her muscled calves, inch by inch, ever so slowly, the tips of her toes soon pushing past the fox's collarbone, feeling the hard bone pressing against her on the outside of drool-slicked flesh. And then the realisation dawned.

"You said you liked it rough, though, didn't you, Nicola? You like being ordered around?" her voice came out almost as a purr - Her dominative streak was in full show at this point, after all, she had no need to hold back any more. She was WAY too into this kinky fox, and being able to try something so... wrong feeling, watching flesh shift and strain as she flexed her muscled calves, moving and spreading her feet slowly - with the fox's protesting paws scrabbling at her thick thighs.

"Well then, Nicky, my sweet little pet... You shouldn't complain - you're going to have to fit your mouth over every single inch of me, and my hips-" she slid her paws off her shaft and caressed her wide, shapely hips, over her stocky, muscled thighs... She watched the fox shudder, and she felt it too. She could feel her breath, the faint thudding of her heartbeat, the rapid pulse of that heart through her body and the flexing and shifting of her flesh. It was so weirdly, oddly hot, and she couldn't resist speaking further, "They're going to be so much wider than what you've got your lips around now. You know you're going to have to fit aaaaalll of this body of mine into your stomach, right? I'm doing you a favour by testing you, and you said you could take it."

Nicola whimpered, the sounds of pain and discomfort muffled by firm muscle - and as feet kneaded at her throat, pushing out the flesh and forcing it to curl around them like pliable, stretchy rubber... The feeling of toes pushing over her collarbone, refusing to be swallowed down further... She found all that just as hot, knowing that her willing prey was so much stronger than her, and if she wanted to eat her, she'd need to acknowledge that she could do whatever she wanted... She tapped at her phone, eyes watering from the pain, whilst her bushy tail wagged, rather shamelessly eager for all she could do.

> Order me around, be rough, but my alarm is the safe word, okay? When you hear it you need to relax.

"Sure, sweetie. Now start stuffing me down that cute little throat of yours, I wanna feel what your body is like," came the response, a predatory grin taunting her would be devourer. And she was oh so keen to obey.

She kneeled up, making the rat lift her legs to aid her daunting task, using those wide hips as handholds so she can drag herself forward and pull the rat down, with the prey enthusiastically jacking herself off as she watched her own legs devoured. Her feet relaxed, the fox was finally able to force them down past her collarbone, stuffing more and more leg meat down her oesophagus and swallowing again and again and again. It was painful, sure, feeling the bones of her ribcage pushed apart, her throat straining around legs thicker than her own head, her jaw straining wider and wider... But the predatory instincts inside her, the sweaty, salty taste of fur against her tongue, her food staring down at her with eyes just as into it as she was, it dulled that pain, even as her maw slipped over knees and started around the place she was likely to struggle with most.

At this point, her belly was bulging, her stomach stuffed with feet which pushed the fat of her belly out. And she knew it'd get worse, but still, she persisted, jaw aching, her progress slowing to a crawl. Her breath was coming heavy and slow, long huffs pushing from her nostrils, and her lazy nature was the reason. Her muscles straining, she'd drag and pull her body up Lilian's thighs a few inches, finding that it'd stretch her jaw open just as wide as she'd manage to get down her throat in length. And then she'd rest, groaning deeply, feeling the rat impatiently kneading and pushing at her belly as she waited for her to continue. And she'd repeat, getting closer and closer to her prey's crotch, her bones forced to part and shift sideways to accommodate the sheer girth of the woman she was trying to devour. The pain was starting to outweigh the need for food, but still... She'd committed to this. Once she got all of this woman inside her belly, no matter how confident she was, she wouldn't be able to get back out. Probably. Right? You've never heard of prey climbing back out the mouth of their predator.

Sure, the prey wasn't usually bigger, stronger, and willingly being eaten, but there was plenty of room to be the first example.

Meanwhile, for Lilian, she was simply LOVING the course of her night. She could feel the fox's beating heart thudding on the outside of her thigh, she could feel her lungs inflating and compressing with each shuddering breath, she could feel a warm, strained belly squeezing down over her heels... And the sight of the snow-white fox desperately cramming just her thighs into her belly, not even at the most difficult part of her body and already being able to stretch and knead the fox's belly to her will? She could see her toes kneading and shifting under the flesh, she could even stretch Nicola's belly to press and shove against the her own thighs, or decide to knead and squeeze her shaft with her own belly! God, the bulging was hot. It was usually the best part of being hyper, seeing your cock pounding into their guts and watching their belly jut out again and again, but this was something else.

But she was so painfully slow, and she was clearly struggling... And given she was a self imposed mistress, it was only fair that she used her strength to help out, right?

"Oh, Nicky~? I'd brace yourself, I'm going to help out a touch. You're sure you're able to take this, right?" the reply took a few, long seconds, but the moment she saw the 'Yeah' on glowing touchscreen, she'd sit up, wrapping her sticky, pre-cum covered hands underneath the fox's underarms. Muscles flexing, she yanked up, the scream of the fox muffled as she was pulled up past those wide hips, over a thick toned ass, with a wriggling rat-tail stuffing itself down hr throat. There was only so much abuse she could take, though, and with the rat uncaringly keeping her legs straight, she felt the flesh of her belly straining, stretching further and further like taffy, and, well.

Lilian could feel the rigid fox go slack and pass out around her, but she couldn't quite bring herself to care. At this point, she could feel her hips encased in slick fox throat, her oversized shaft being squeezed and stroked ever so nicely the further she pulled up. And she said she could take it, right? It was just so exciting, feeling her body wrapped up more and more, and she'd continue to pull, her toned middle a fair bit easier to take, and she'd manage to keep going up until her bust, where her arms were the barrier stopping her from getting her sizeable bust inside.

And that's when she finally took notice of the slack fox, and how tightly her skin was stretched around her body. She could see each individual toe pushing out, and he fur had stretched so sparsely that she could see the fox's pale pink flesh wrapping her up! A twinge of guilt and sympathy ran through her, and she decided to curl her legs up inside her, finally giving the unconscious fox a bit of reprieve.

"I didn't go too hard, right? Hey, Nicky, wakey wakey, I need you to help with the rest," she murmured, a hand stroking over the grossly stretched and strained jaw, ad over her soft, fuzzy ears. It took a couple minutes of coaxing and cooing, but eventually, the fox roused, and she found her prey a lot closer to her head than before. And she felt so, so full.

"Good morning, sweetie. We're almost done now, aren't we? We've just got my chest and my shoulders, and then I'll be fully inside you. I almost can't wait, I've never been inside someone like this," she remarked, only to receive an exhausted huff and a faint groan around her lower torso. Nicola, however, didn't quite share her excitement. She was hungry before this, and while she was just trying to swallow her legs, it wasn't quite so bad. She'd even fooled herself into believing she could eat this oversized rat without much trouble. But with breasts smothering her face, the eager breathing expanding and shrinking the chest that strained her jaws, and feeling hands start to wriggle and shove into her already stuffed jaw all she could think was that good god, this was a mistake.

But... well, it was only a bit more, and she didn't want to let her prey down at this point. Besides, once she was in, she was going to be stuck there and she wouldn't have to worry about it any more!

Her hands tapped away at her screen, thanking her stars that she'd learned how to touch-type, because she simply didn't have the energy to lift her arms at that point.

> Lilian -

"Mistress, dear. What is it, aren't you going to finish your meal, sweetie?" came that deep, teasing voice.

> Mistress, I don't think I can open my mouth any further. You need to do it for me.

"Oh, you lazy thing, making me do all the work. Fine, but if we do this again, you're going to have to start training yourself so you can, okay?"

'Again? You're going to be my food, you silly woman! After all this work, I'm not exactly going to let you back out!' came the thoughts, though her mind was rather quickly flooded as she felt the rat's hands hook into both the top and bottom of her jaw, pulling apart slowly and dragging upwards - her mind flooded with the straining sensation that filed every single nerve in her body with that mix of predatory pleasure and pressure filled pain. And then she felt her throat squeezing around two soft, pillowy mounds, and watched a rat's head left poking as the only thing outside her jaw.

She just had to swallow.

And she did. Her throat squeezed and pulled, rhythmically pulling her down centimetres at a time, massaging the full length of her torso. Her tongue lathered over the neck that filled her mouth, slipping out to lick and tickle over the prickly whiskers and teasing over the nose and snout as she sunk in deeper. The giggling vibrated the inside of her mouth, but Lilian, for once, stayed still, letting her body curl up inside the stomach of her predator as her muzzle disappeared into her mouth. She couldn't resist giving the fox's tongue a parting lick of her own as her journey down the fox's body was completely visible, basking in that strong swallowing squeezing down around her head. Hearing the rapid, thudding heartbeat and the churning of overstuffed insides.

She did briefly think on how the fox's heart still managed to beat and her lungs still managed to draw breath, but she figured she could just ask later. For now, she let her form curl up into a ball as every bit of her sunk into the straining sac of Nicola's belly, the both of them going silent.

Except for the long, strained belch as Nicola rolled on to her back, finally letting herself relax. Well, best she could anyway. Now it was all done, she no longer had that adrenaline pumping, dulling the pain, the stretching... She couldn't help but groan and hiss, and she'd reach out, fumbling at the bedside drawers, grabbing at various tubes until she found what she was looking for by feel - yanking out an injector and stabbing it into her arm, a tense hiss pushing from her lips as she felt some of that strain release. God, it was good to be the daughter of the CEO of a large experimental pharmaceutical research company. They may not want her, but she could still sneak in and grab things here and there thanks to her name without too much fuss.

"You did it, Nicky! It's nice and warm in here, but you're stretched so much I can kind of see through your skin," came the clear voice inside her, making her shudder - she hadn't actually... taken in the sight of her body yet. She wasn't sure she wanted to. How was she going to digest her, exactly? She had a slow metabolism in the first place, and it took her, like, a week to get a small sheep to stop straining her middle. This rat girl was considerably larger than that sheep, and... Oh, god.

She could feel her moving, twisting around inside her and finally stretching out - and she watched in pained horror as she felt her skin stretch, watching the clear form of two arms stretching above, and two legs stretching out below her... She had to stuff her hands over her mouth to muffle her screaming, with the rat's form soon fully stretched out, on her belly and laying on top of her, groping at the fox's breasts through her own skin, leaning in give Nicola a kiss on the forehead.

"What's with you - you've gone so quiet. You wanted to eat me, didn't you? You've got what you wanted, I got what I wanted-"

"Lil, lil, please, stop- ah- stop moving, I-"

"Stop moving? You said you were fine to take me, didn't you?"

"I did, I did, but-"

"Then what's all the fuss? This feels so weird, you know, it's like wearing warm, wet clothes all around my body. A warm wetsuit or something," came the offhand remark, ignoring the gasps, groans, whimpers and whines that vibrated around her.

"God, please, Lilian! Just stay still, curl back up, let yourself digest, just because i can stretch doesn't mean it's comfort-"

"Let myself digest? Honey, did you think I was going to stay in here?"

"D-duh, that's why I was eating you! So sto-"

"Sh-shhh," came the cooing shushing, and Nicola felt herself gag as a muscled arm rammed back up her throat like it was nothing, shoving a hand into her mouth and splaying her fingers from the fox's lips, "Don't be rude to your mistress. Did you think that once I was in, your stomach would magically keep me inside?"

She stared back at the shape of the rat's head encased in her fuzzy flesh, screams muffled by the arm stuffed up her throat. She nodded - in hindsight, she DEFINITELY shouldn't have let her stomach do the thinking.

"Oh, you silly, silly fox. Of course I'm not doing to stay in here! But it's a little hard to breathe in here, so, hold on," the cooing continued, and she felt the long rat tail snake up her throat, pulling a little more gently, but enough to open up an airway down to Lilian. She was already starting to miss the vocalisations of her predator, so she quickly pulled her hand back juuust enough for the fox to speak, continuing on her own rambling, "Perfect. No, of course I'm not gonna stay in here, it's very comfy and I'm glad you could give me this experience, but we still have a whole night ahead of us! And now I know what you're into, and that you've got plenty of room and give to you, we can have plenty more things to do. Why didn't you tell me you had hyper blood in you?"

"I- Nnh! I don't! My family owns a major pharmaceutical research company, I just- Fuck! Can you stop grabbing at the bed?!"

"I'm looking for my phone, I want to take some pictures! I can't see THAT well through you,"

"You want to take PICTURES?!"

"Well, duh! Ah, here it is, hold on - smile!"

"I'm not gonna sm-GLK!"

Lilian quickly stuffed the fox's own hand into her mouth to muffle her, before lining up her phone. The camera gave an audible click as Lilian posed with a V sign, body moulded to her rather perfectly. And she took a couple more, twisting and rolling without care, making sure to take a good few egotistical pictures showing how nicely both her shaft and her breasts were conformed to. You could even see her nipples pushing out. Neat. Still, the novelty was wearing off rather fast, and very soon, she dropped the camera, groping around for her tail to guide herself back to the entrance of her throat. Nicola could certainly feel what was happening, though, and she pulled her hand from her lips, gibbering desperately, pawing at her skin and shoving down on Lilian's shoulders to keep her from making the plunge.

"Wait, wait, wait, Lili- Mistress! You don't want to get out so soon, do you?"

"I do, actually, why?"

"You've been in there like, what, 10 minutes! It was so painful to get you in there, you could at least relax for a little longer!"

"Nicola, my little treat. Remember what we discussed at the start? How you enjoyed being ordered around?"

"I... That's different!"

"Your mistress is rather bored, and she wants out so she can get to know your body more intimately all over - not just the insides of your tummy. I'll make it quick this time, okay?"

"I... Wait, quick is worse, do-"

She wasn't exactly going to wait for her to finish her sentence. It was out of starvation and desperation, but she DID bring her here intending to eat her whole and digest her. She deserved a little punishment so she wouldn't try to do it with any other innocent herbivore in future, didn't she? At the very least, that's how she justified it, as she felt the bones of Nicola's torso shifting and straining outwards, her hands delving back up her throat and out he mouth, grabbing on to both the top and bottom of her jaw and dragging apart at the same time as she pulled herself up. Nicola, thankfully for her, passed out around the time she felt a set of broad shoulders stretching her ribcage and those thick thighs straightening back out. She felt that familiar thudding of the heart, the limp tongue sliding along her face, her chest, caressing her shaft briefly, even, as in comparison, climbing back out of the fox was a breeze. It took maybe ten seconds, with the rat being deposited on the bed, drenched in saliva, her huge shaft drooling eagerly on to the sheets.

A pang of sympathy ran through her heart as her gaze turned to Nicola again, seeing her stretched out jaw, seeing her drooling dumbly into the sheets... Gentle, tender hands guided her jaw shut and pulled her up to sit against her lap, snuggling the smaller anthro against her chest and waiting for her to rouse. It'd probably be a while though, so she took to scrolling through the fresh photos on her phone, cooing in admiration at just how much Nicola could stretch.

"I'll need to introduce you to a friend of mine tomorrow if this is how talented you are... Even if your ass can't go wide as your mouth, he'll be super happy to finally find someone who he can wet his dick with," she murmured to nobody in particular, her free hand playing with the fox's curly brown hair.

At the very least, she didn't smell of sweat now. Did it count as a shower?