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The barren, frigid environment of a high altitude, blizzard-stricken mountain is an environment few creatures would care to call home. The steep slopes down the mountain sides are covered in thick layers of frozen ice which one wrong step would send it tumbling into an avalanche. The only vegetation around are sturdy yet sparse pine trees standing firm against high gusts of freezing wind, providing little if any food for the mountain's inhabitants. And what few creatures one would encounter are lone predators adapted through many winters to the harsh climate and landscape who seek only to bolster their stores of fat for the next coming of the dawn. Even now, with the howling wind and clumps of snow and hail falling from the cloud covered sky, predators continue to hunt prey.

Yet through the harsh and unforgiving environment, lay a small cave nestled into the very heart of the mountain. Its entrance was exposed to the blizzard yet delving deeper through the many rocky stalagmites and stalactites offered a small, peaceful sanctuary away from the raging elements and hungry predators. Few ever made permanent homes to where they could be ambushed so predators and prey alike went in and out of this quaint little corner of the mountain. If only for a brief refuge from the mountain's many troubles before continuing on their way. Its current inhabitant laid down to rest her four hooves by a hastily crafted fire, her frigid nerves welcoming the blissful warmth as her upper arms hugged her naked torso in a vain attempt to provide herself additional heat.

The doetaur was more of a typical prey creature than the many predators which lurked the mountain. Her humanoid upper half's light-blue skin was soft and gentle while a thin, dark-blue coat covered her lithe cervaide lower half, a body more fit for agility and evasion than overpowering another creature. Her body was skinny compared to most predators on the mountain and lacked much of the fur to keep herself warm in such a frigid environment. Stuck in a cave due to a freezing blizzard with only one way out, the doetaur appeared as a prime target for any predator looking for an easy meal.

Shaking her head, Cyrica attempted to comb the last few flakes of snow and ice out of her long, blue hair while gingerly avoiding the base of her curved horns and long, doe-like ears. She had come onto the mountain to take care of... business, which required her to be away from most of civilization. The doetaur had wanted to take care of it quickly, however... "And of course the first time I am up here, a blizzard sweeps by on my hike up." She sighed to herself as her stomach growled in an angry protest. Her hands nervously reached down and rubbed her empty, grumbling gut as an instinctual reaction began to overwhelm her.

The intrusive thoughts of hunger assailed her mind quickly. Thoughts of food, hunger, pains in her stomach, and ravenous urges which she did not want to let loose on clouded her train of thought in a hazy fog. The doetaur anxiously froze up and took a sharp intake of air, held onto it as she mentally cleared the cloud on her mind, and slowly let it out of her lungs. The feeling of hunger faded away with her warm breath into the frigid air as she let out a soft sigh of relief.

Though her relief was short-lived as one of her doe-like ears flicked at the sound of footsteps echoing down the cave's entrance over the howling blizzard wind. The steps were loud, unabashed, and heavy, kicking up rocks as she heard whoever it was struggling to fit through the narrow tunnel into her sanctuary.

Saliva gathered at the edges of her mouth as she quietly pleaded to herself, "no no, please don't come in here, please don't just be looking for shelter like me!" She attempted to focus on the crackling and flickering of the meager fire within the cave but nothing could distract her from the reason she came up here.

Coming up to this high-altitude mountain had not been a choice she wanted to make, but rather a choice she had to make. The hunger she experienced was more than simply a call to a daily meal. It was an insatiable craving to consume whoever was around her whole like a snake lunging at their prey. She had initially tried to eat normal, prepared food, but nothing would remove the boundless appetite like feeling a squirming prey sliding down her throat, their form deposited into her upper stomach as it worked to break them down and silence their futile struggles and protests. The worry of turning one of her friends into nothing but fat and pudge on her form was enough to make the anxious doetaur retreat further up the mountain once she got her predatory urges.

Cyrica had hoped that this time she could wait it out and she wouldn't have to eat anyone else, but fate had other plans for her. Her gut would get what it wanted whether she tried to stop it or not.

She only hoped the figure entering her sanctuary was a predator like her. They would at least understand.

A loud huff broke the doetaur from her train of thought as the intruder finally squeezed through the narrow entrance and looking upon her, she could see why. The light-blue-furred vixen was carrying bountiful, healthy stores of fat on nearly every single part of her voluptuous form. Her hips and thighs jiggled with even the smallest of movements as they slipped through the rocky tunnel, a small pair of purple booty shorts was the only thing even attempting to cover her plush thickness. It only served to highlight all of her curves. Her large, plump breasts and part of her bulging belly were hidden underneath a large magenta hoodie with an admittedly cute face and strikingly golden eyes. Both of which were staring directly at the doetaur.

"Well hello there~" The vixen purred sensually, her tongue coming out to lick her chops and reveal her pearly-white canines. "I haven't seen one of you up here in, well, in quite a long time. But I quite remember how kind they were and especially how helpful, cooking up a nice big stew all for a stranger they had met just moments ago." She sighed blissfully as she seemed to reminisce on the memory. "Now they were particularly delicious~"

"O-Oh really?" Cyrica stuttered as she gave the vixen a nervous grin. The meaning of the fox's words were not lost on her, the bountiful stores of fat on the intruder and reading between the lines all signaled her previous kinds' fate at the hips of this enormous vulpine. This was not a friend but a trespasser, a hostile trespasser.

The vulpine nodded. "Mhmm, though I hope you haven't come up here to visit them. They left quite a while ago and havent been back up since," she placed her hands on her wide hips and gave her a small smirk, eyeing her form up and down as if analyzing her usefulness, "now what's a skinny little girl like you doing all the way up here? It must be positively freezing for you!"

The concern in her voice was so obviously false, almost sounding demeaning, as Cyrica silently denied it with a shake of her head. On the outside, she appeared nervous and almost scared, faking a small shiver up her spine as she played the role of a lost hiker up the mountain. Yet on the inside, she was calm and collected, no longer denying her urges but fully accepting them along with the demanding confidence of swallowing another predator whole which was required. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva before it could pour out of her lips, she masked it as a gulp as she laid submissively on the floor near the fire.

"Oh, don't be so nervous!" she giggled holding a paw up to her muzzle to cover her growing grin. "I'm not going to bite you. I just like traveling up to this quaint little refuge and helping people who are so cold and alone~" As she opened her mouth to speak again, she was interrupted by a boisterous growl from her round gut, the churning of her stomach most likely audible to anyone even outside the cave. The vixen blushed and brought both of her paws down to rub and knead her full, bulging gut, lulling it with small circular presses. "Oh, oops~ Sorry but my stomach has a mind of its own sometimes, but where are my manners? My name is Vicky. And you are~?"

"C-Cyrica," the doetaur answered hastily, placing a hand on her empty stomach in an attempt to stop its own growling and churning from giving away her true intentions. Her glowing white eyes, however, could not tear themselves away from every bit of plush thickness which adorned the vixen's form. She could only imagine all of those accentuated curves sliding down her gullet, the struggles of such an obviously powerful and successful predator left to her final fate of digesting slowly in a prey creature's gut.

Shaking her head, Cyrica gave her a nervous smile. "And I do know what you mean, about stomachs having minds of their own, if you need to rest up there is plenty of space for you."

Vicky shook her head. "Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude upon your space, though I can't help but feel you may be lying to me about being cold," she gave the doetaur a sly wink with a swish of her fluffy tail as she began walking over to her prone form with swaying hips, "it is quite chilly in here, even for me, I doubt you are faring much better than me. You don't have to lie, we can keep it between us girls~"

The crackling fire began to dim slightly while a more frigid, forceful breeze found its way into the cave. Cyrica shivered slightly and faked a nervous combing of her hair with fingers. "Well... perhaps it is a little bit chilly, and perhaps you could help me out..."

"Mmmm, I thought so~" she teased as a paw began to trace along down her humanoid shoulder to her lower equine half. "No fur on your upper half, barely any clothes besides that silly little bra," she mused to herself as she continued down the side of her barrel, poking and prodding her belly with a claw before finally ending at her flank, "and barely any fat to speak of, though still enough where it counts~" Her paw groped and pushed against her plump equine rump, admiring her plushness and softness, all while giving her a predatory smirk.

The doetaur stayed silent, biding her time and her voracious appetite, while the voluptuous vixen stepped in front of her, blocking the heat from the fire as her form was illuminated in backlight. Bending over with one paw on her knee to support her massive upper weight, Vicky cupped a paw underneath Cyrica's humanoid chin and tilted it up to face her. "Don't worry, I won't let you freeze out here all alone, I have the perfect home which will keep you nice and warm for as long as you need~ Everyone I visit in here always loves it, in fact, someone was in here just two days ago and they couldn't love it more~ They can even tell you themselves!"

As if on cue, her gut let out another loud, boisterous growl which echoed across the small, dimly lit cave. Her massive tits were squished up against her chest by her purple hoodie, allowing Cyrica to get a good glimpse of the vixen's belly churning and gurgling with the remnants of whatever unfortunate prey met their end at the paws of Vicky. The hoodie-wearing fox giggled and stroked her humanoid cheek with a claw. "Well, I suppose what remains of them can tell you~" she said.

The unquenchable urges of hunger were becoming too great for the doetaur to handle. As Vicky leaned her canine muzzle in closer to her lips, she resisted the thought to lick her lips and lunge at her like a starving lion, allowing the soon-to-be-prey to get closer and closer to her inevitable fate. It was almost funny how Vicky thought she had stumbled upon a poor, shivering prey-creature who couldn't realize what was going on until it was too late. Cyrica kept up the image as muzzle and lips nearly touched, allowing her eyes to go wide with fright as her prone form made her seem tiny, despite the fact she was most definitely taller standing on four legs.

"No words?" Vicky asked, her brilliant golden eyes lowering into a seductive gaze. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to take good care of you, you will look spectacular all over my hips from here on out~"

Their mouths touched as she said this, lips and muzzle colliding in a gentle yet exotic kiss as Vicky's feral tongue lapped at her maw's entrance. She could practically feel the proud and confident taste of the vixen right on the tip of her tongue in the heat of the erotic embrace of lips. Slowly, the fox's maw began to open right in front of her face as she got a clear view of the sharp rows of teeth, the edges of her mouth and tongue dripping with saliva, and her dark, cavernous throat which tens if not hundreds of prey must have disappeared down through her long and successful survival.

"No." Cyrica replied with force as she held a hand against the vixen's immense chest.

"No?" Vicky repeated, stopping her approach with what seemed to be amusement as she put on an obviously fake pouty face, "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I'm afraid you do not have much of a choice in this, he'll be running out of pudge in me soon enough and I just have to keep up this figure~"

"Oh, I understand," the doetaur replied, unable to hide the satisfied smirk as Vicky still looked all the more unaware of her intentions, "but I have a different idea of how to fix it~"

The vixen simply chuckled and shook her head, saying. "Oh, I never thought I would meet one of you out in the wild, no wonder why you were sitting so obviously in this cave," she gave a small shake of her hips and eyed her with a sideways glance, "you want to go up the other end now? I haven't done that in quite some time~"

Looking up at the fox, it was her turn to chuckle and now look at her with no longer fearful eyes. Stealthily moving her hands across her plush, furred form, she trailed along Vicky's hips and waist as she gave the predator a smirk. "Actually, I was thinking you could take my place in all of this," she replied in a matter of fact tone of voice, making it seem casual and not in any way malicious.

For the first time since entering the cave, Vicky appeared confused. "Now what do you mean by that-!" she attempted to ask before Cyrica grappled onto the enormous hips of the vixen and lunged at her with open mouth and teeth, rising up to her full height as she used her well-hidden strength to lift the fat fox off of the ground and deposit her head first into her throat.

A brief second of silence passed, as if Vicky trying to understand what just happened before her arms, legs, and tail all began flailing in an attempt to break free of Cyrica's grasp. She attempted to kick, punch, and grab onto her humanoid upper half to gain leverage to push herself off, but found the strength of her captor to be more than a match for her. The vixen's muzzle was already deep down the doetaur's impressive throat, creating a large, noticeable bulge on her lithe form. Whatever curses and protests were muffled and turned near unintelligible due to her tight throat muscles squeezing around the newfound prey and slowly easing and pulling the fox in deeper and deeper down into her awaiting upper gut.

With all of Vicky's futile struggling and attempts to pull herself out, Cyrica couldn't help but shudder in unwavering bliss as the squirming prey slid down her throat. It was everything she had wanted and more, the fullness of the prey, the resistance, the thrill of the hunt, the exotic, furry taste sliding past her tongue as she opened her mouth wider to take in her throat. Saliva poured in from all corners of her mouth and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head, all from her primal urges being satisfied. Finally, she had the prey she had been waiting for and nothing would stop her from enjoying this full meal.

Cyrica took a moment to compose herself, swatting away one of Vicky's beating paws in the process, and tilted her head back to take in more of her plump, juicy prey. Her maw opened wider to accept the fox's shoulders, trapping the vixen's flailing arms to her clothed sides against the walls of Cyrica's mouth. As Vicky's head was deposited into the depths of her hungry, growling gut, the bulge on her throat grew wider and more pronounced and moved with her prey's ever present squirming all while her humanoid lips passed by the churning, furry belly of her prisoner.

Silently, she was disappointed at how small and flat it was currently. If only they had found each other two days ago, there would have been so much more for her to play with!

"Let me go!" A muffled cry of panic emanated from her slowly growing belly, more and more of Vicky disappearing from the outside world from Cyrica's slow and methodical push down her throat. The vixen's paws and head attempted to push and beat against the walls of her sturdy stomach in order to free herself from her hot, fleshy prison, but all it resulted in was a few small, barely noticeable bulges appearing on the outside of the doetaur's human belly.

Cyrica chuckled briefly and left one hand to rub and caress her filled gut while the other casually tipped the fox back further and further into her new home. Her lips had to open even wider to accommodate the enormous hips of Vicky. Those soft, plush cheeks with gallons of pudge pumped into them all were squished, compressed, and stuffed right down the cervine's throat. The bulge on her throat grew to its widest yet, looking as if she had swallowed a truck full of watermelons, before finally disappearing into her gut just like the rest of the vixen. Only the legs of her squirming prey remained as they kicked and thrashed against the inevitable, unaware of how pointless their struggling was.

Looking right up towards the ceiling, the doetaur swallowed the comparatively skinnier legs in relation to what she had just stuffed down. Thighs, kness, and paws all gone in just a few seconds. The large, fluffy tail of Vicky was all that remained, sticking out of Cyrica's mouth like a string of noodles as she slurped it up all the same, the fur disappearing past her lips as she gave one last audible gulp to swallow the vixen whole. A loud, pleased, and echoing sigh left her mouth while taking a few deep breaths of air, recovering from the sheer exertion of conquering her enormous prey. With her cheeks red, she could only sit there and revel in the euphoria of swallowing Vicky whole.

A small, pitiful kick against her stomach, followed by the satisfied churning of her stomach reminded her there was still so much more to do. She could already feel her gut eagerly digesting and breaking down this new source of pudge and fat, the acidic juices going at the sturdy yet stubborn form of Vicky. And the fox did not appreciate this one bit.

"You're meant to be prey!" Vicky stubbornly protested, clawing and biting fruitlessly against the impenetrable fleshy walls. A predator didn't swallow prey whole without a proper stomach to hold them. Whatever followed her long string of curses and expletives was silenced by a loud churning from Cyrica's gut, bubbling and growling with anticipation while only growing more and more excited from the pointless struggling of her prey. All the doetaur could think of was what a wonderful source of fat she would end up being.

Her belly bulged and grew to such impressive lengths she had never experienced before. Cyrica couldn't even wrap her own arms around her human stomach as it moved restlessly with such a fat and delicious prey held inside. Bringing her hands to her belly's side, she now caressed it not in an attempt to calm her insatiable urges, but to encourage the quick and rapid digestion of Vicky inside, the canine's fate all but sealed within in bowels to be nothing more than pudge on her ass. She squished and kneaded at the still solid form resting inside, creating not a perfectly round sphere but a mess of shapes, edges, and angles which with enough prodding could find the individual limbs of the doomed vixen. Her skin stretched and molded, changing constantly with the new, rustling shape, until ultimately coming to a more collected form as the walls of her stomach closed in and tightened her prey to a fetal position.

A small smirk graced Cyrica's lips as she tauntingly slapped her enlarged gut and teased the prey squirming within. "What was that about me looking good on your hips? Being all cold and alone and wanting to go up your tiny little ass?" she pressed down harder on her belly, compressing what little space remained in her festering stomach, "please, you collected all of that fat just so you could end up on my ass~ I could see how frigid you were living up here, so I decided to give you somewhere nice and damp to relax. Just sit back and relax as long as you want... or for however long you have left~"

A few more strikes and protests erupted from her gut and Vicky lashed out. "I am the apex on this mountain! I will not be bested by some prey creature!"

Cyrica sighed and shook her head, sitting down on her flanks as her gut wobbled up and down. "More like the apex of the size of my hips~ You were so soft and plush sliding down my throat, I wonder how you'll end up looking once I am finally through with you~" The doetaur inspected her lithe body, making mental note of all her areas and just how stuffed they would soon be. "In fact, maybe I'll try your little suggestion afterwards~ I can only imagine how much more room my rump will have with you all over it~"

"You will-!" Whatever else Vicky had meant to say was immediately silenced by her human gut working hard to break the pudgy vixen down. She kicked, raged, and struggled against the churning and growling of Cyrica's ravenous urges, unable to accept the inevitable fate she had walked into and trapped herself in with her own hubris.

A soft chuckle escaped Cyrica. "Sorry, you're going to have to speak a little louder~" she teased, patting her full gut with two hands as she hummed a lulling tune to both herself and the vixen. "Though I would prefer for you to be quiet and settle down, this is going to take quite a couple of hours and I don't want to listen to such a sorry excuse for a predator for that long~ Just sit back and let me handle everything, you've done your part~"

This continued for the next several hours, a constant but fruitless battle within the doetaur's belly as it slowly but surely worked to break down her most recent source of fat and pudge. Her digestive enzymes worked in overtime as the noticeable indents and bulges on her stomach softened and rounded with each passing hour. The once proud and bold vixen was flattened and reduced to a growing, sloshy mess within her prey-starved gut as her fierce and raging struggles were turned into nothing more than a tiny paw print occasionally appearing on the outside of her belly. All the while, Cyrcia continued her relentless taunting and demeaning of her stubborn prey both with words and the squishing of her chyme-stuffed stomach. If the Vixen ever protested again, she didn't notice, the boisterous churning of her gut echoing off the walls of the cave silenced any noise she could have made.

Also acting as a warning to any prey hoping to seek an easy shelter from the freezing blizzard outside.

Gently rubbing and massaging her upper half's belly, Cyrica felt the soupy mess mold and part for her hands as she gave it a firm squeeze. It was almost impressive how much there was, the rounding of her belly not decreasing its size one bit as a noticeable sag began to form from the sheer amount of weight she was carrying inside of her. Even still, as the crackling fire was reduced to but a few sizzling embers, Vicky still sloshed around in her immense gut. "Oh? You're still going on in there, are you?" the doetaur asked as she squished an area of her gut where the vixen had made her presence known, "I thought you would have been fully broken down by now, but I guess even an apex must have to make me work a little bit for all this fat~"

The once-predator fox simply bubbled and growled a feeble protest. What little remained of the vixen had resigned to her fate as pudge for Cyrica's ass, all of her well-earned fat being transferred to a more deserving predator. By now, even if she had wanted to escape, she had festered inside for too long to even allow such an attempt.

"Mmmmm, I thought so~" Cyrica teased, no longer feeling cold so high up on the mountain as the sheer amount of heat released from digesting the pudgy fox filled her body with an indescribable warmth. "At least you did keep your promise about keeping me warm, I thought I would have had to sit up here and freeze while I broke you down~ Such a resourceful prey, I may just have to find more like you, what would you say to that~?"

A barely noticeable bulge ran across the surface of her stomach. Followed by more indistinguishable bubbling and gurgling from within as what remained of Vicky attempted to say anything. After hours of feeling her thrash around in her gut, it felt nice to see her finally simmer down and welcome her fate as pudge and fat. The vixen certainly had no hope of ever breaking out but that didn't mean the doetaur hadn't had to put up an effort to keep her down.

"Oh don't you worry your silly fluffy tail~" the doetaur chided as she lowered her equine half to a more prone position and her human upper half to lay down on the cold stone. Though the heat radiating off her belly quickly solved that small issue. Laying on her enlarged gut, she hugged both sides as the liquidly remnants sloshed around loudly in return. "I won't be sharing any room in there with you, you are far too much for me to have multiple prey digesting at once~ But don't get too comfortable being the only noticeable part on my ass and tits," leaning down, she lowered her voice to a small whisper, "you'll have to share soon enough~"

The devoured Vicky gave nothing in response, her gut for once silent in its endless churning and bubbling.

Cyrica smirked and gave one last taunting pat to her enormous, bulging belly. "Done already? A shame. I was hoping we could spend the rest of the evening about where you'd end up~ My hips had been getting far too small for my liking, though seeing those fat tits of your's...~" the doetaur squeezed her much smaller chest with the mental image of her jugs becoming such bountiful stores of fat and pudge. The mere thought caused her to shudder. She would become much more top heavy, but the immense sexy doetaur which would come out of it would be more than worth it. Resting her head on her prey-stuffed stomach, she sighed blissfully as she closed her eyes on the pudgy, gurgling pillow. "Let's just say I'll take really good care of you~"

A swift but pleasant slumber followed soon after. Cyrica left to digest the remnants of her food by the dying fire as her gut gave nothing more than a stray rumbling through her sleep. Her pleasant dreams of endlessly swallowing Vicky whole over and over again, however, were rudely interrupted by a sudden, loud noise emanating from her well-digested prey. Fluttering her eyes open, she yawned and took notice of the immediate difference on her body. The shrinking of her human gut, now a small but noticeable chunk of her prey taken away from it. Not surprised by this whatsoever, she inspected the belly on her lower equine half to find it already beginning to sag and squish with liquified prey as the chyme began to transfer from one stomach to the next.

Her barrel's belly had rounded considerably overnight and lacked any of the few remaining lumps and bulges which accompanied her filled human gut. The fat and filling held within extended past both of her sides as her own weight and gravity squeezed her lower gut against the floor. Her stomach acids had certainly done a number on Vicky while she had slept. If there was even any part of her left.

Smirking, Cyrica reached over and pressed a hand deep into the pudge and fur causing it to mold under the pressure. "Oh? Already moving along?" she chuckled while sitting up, both bellies now carrying a considerable amount of weight and making her feel more full than ever. Both of her guts sagged and hung down via gravity as she clambered onto her hooves to admire the finality of her work. Her barrel nearly went past her thighs as it hung like a hammock, swaying side-to-side if she ever even slightly moved left or right. It would only grow bigger by the hour as the rest of her prey moved there to finish 'processing.'

Her body in its eagerness had clearly wanted to digest Vicky as soon as possible. She personally preferred to savor the taste and experience, let the thrill fester and grow in her nerves and relish in the finality of assimilating her prey. But she could never blame her own body, so she instead addressed the liquified fox. "At least let me enjoy this~ There's no need to rush through my guts so quickly, I told you to relax and let me handle things~"

Of course, she expected no response from a fully broken down vixen, however, her stomach growled in response. The liquidy soup of Vicky gurgled and churned within her upper gut, reverberating across the walls of the cave as the doetaur put a hand protectively over her stomach.

"Now what are you...-" she put a hand over her mouth as she felt a rising pressure grow in her throat and stomach. A rumble grew in volume as the feeling within her stomach continued to bolster till the point of nearly erupting like a volcano. She tried to push it down but each time it rose back up stronger until she could hold it back no longer...

Urrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppp!

An echoing, boisterous, unlady-like belch erupted out of her mouth which practically shook the walls of the cave. It sounded for several seconds and reverberated across the silent, calm morning, stretching her mouth wide and no doubt alerting anyone to her presence within hundreds of meters. Covering her mouth with a small, pink blush, she barely noticed the dark, wet, purple pair of booty shorts which flew out of her mouth coated in excess saliva onto the cave floor.

Quickly recovering from her improper display, she grinned and moved her hand to proudly rub her abdomen. There was no need to hide her voracious appetite. "Well, I guess you won't be needing any of your silly clothes to keep you warm~" she gently scooped it up with a hoof and tossed it to a forgotten side of the cave as she had no use for the ruined piece of clothing, "Besides, when was the last time you ever saw fat wearing clothes~ Though I could have sworn you were wearing more than just...-"

Another round of indigestion suddenly appeared within her bowels. This one was louder and more pronounced, a larger build-up of gas rumbling through her immense gut until...

Booouuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppp!

A small shelf of snow and ice must have been shaken out of place as a resounding crash sounded from outside the cave. The distinct hoodie the once proud vixen had worn followed the same fate of her shorts as it landed haphazardly onto the floor, drenched in saliva and other bodily liquids. And her second, more-pronounced burp spat out for several seconds longer than the first like the threat of a roaring lion to any prey nearby.

Cyrica took a second to breathe and pat her noisy stomach. "Well, you certainly know a girl talk now, don't you~" she teased whimsically while giving the remaining chyme in her human stomach a firm squeeze, feeling the now completely liquid insides sloshing audibly around from within.

A series of bubbles and churns given off by her once furry prey was all that responded.

Chuckling, the doetaur released her hold on her gut and let it sag and wobble with the force of gravity. "It figures the only difficult part of you would be your clothes, they aren't even really a part of your delicious, fat form~ I could have taken them off before I swallowed you, but I simply wanted an actual challenge for my gut, even if it was barely one anyway~" The pink and purple hoodie was tossed into the same pile as the matching booty shorts, left to be forgotten about as Cyrica began to hobble and move her way out of the cave. What was once an easy path to take now involved meticulously squeezing her bloated form through the narrow gaps in the cave walls.

It must have been quite the challenge for Vicky to squeeze through to meet her, it felt only right to help her on her way out~

Emerging from the cave with the warmth of her digesting prey to keep her comfortable in the brisk, high-altitude air, she began to descend from the mountain. As she climbed down, more and more of the digested Vicky transferred from her upper torso tummy to her lower barrel belly. Her human gut shrank in size all while her equine gut grew to enormous proportions, the liquified remnants of the vixen causing it to sag and grow heavy on her form. Walking became a challenge as her four legs were left with little room to maneuver with a massive swinging gut hanging in the way. It would take several hours for this process to fully and completely finish, and several more for Vicky to be fully pudgefied, but it was more than enough even with her encumbered state.

Though this timeframe for her descent was chosen specifically, a heavy upper half would make walking down a chore but a completely stuffed lower half would drag against the rocky ground and make going at a decline near impossible. She could have waited for her to begin to move through her intestines, but the last thing she wanted to do was stay in that stuffy cave any longer.

So down she went.

Avoiding any particularly steep declines, Cyrica continued her trek towards the base of the mountain. At the base held a more tight-knit and much friendlier community, not an environment where it was eat-or-be-eaten but one of mutual cooperation. Had she shown the same ravenous appetite down here this town would cease to be on the map, it's why she preferred feeding on more challenging prey. As much as they all were delicious food, this delicious food were her friends.

Though, she wondered idly patting and squeezing her bloated, wobbling gut, if there was anyone no one in particular would miss if they happened to... relocate to her hips. The doetaur licked her chops at the thought, it would make her next meal much less of a hassle...

Shaking her head at the thought, she gave a few hearty slaps to her stuffed-up cervine belly as if to awaken it from a drowsy slumber while eyeing the distant smokestacks and houses in the distance. By now there wasn't a single lingering remnant of the vixen within her humanoid stomach. Every last bit of chyme had been transferred and would soon begin pumping throughout her intestines into nothing more than pudge on her form. For that, she could not wait.

"Oh Vickyyyyy~" Cyrica called out to the filling in her stomach which currently laid a track in the thin layer of snow on the ground, "how would you like to go around town and show everyone how good you look on me~? I bet not a single one of those silly little prey have ever gained weight like you put on me~"

It rumbled and churned lightly in response, the wet, audible sloshing from within more clear and potent than ever as it jiggled like a water balloon.

"Mmmmm~ That's what I thought~" The doetaur purred, rubbing the fat and fur of her stomach as she felt it move against her fingers.

Not even bothering to conceal her enormous form, she trotted straight into the middle of town. All the other creatures immediately took notice of the sudden change on their resident doetaur, eyeing the massive sagging potbelly on her lower half as it plowed the snow behind her. Most of them had never seen a pred, they were prey for a reason, but the churning mess underneath her did draw a few suspicious eyes, However, as an established member of the community and stating her little expedition simply being a way to 'stave off a bit of weight loss,' they happily ignored it.

Cyrica flaunted the defeated vixen for the rest of the day, commenting to friends and acquaintances how she had gone a little overboard at a feast and was nothing to worry about. On the topic of her sudden bottomless appetite, the doetaur simply said it was an act she indulged upon from time to time. Not in any way difficult or out of the ordinary.

Throughout the evening her hips subtly grew in size while her gut lost a miniscule amount of weight. The plush fur and thick fat was broken down into viscous pudge to be pumped through her long, winding intestines and turned into the fat adorning her ass and tits. Every minute she seemed to increase in weight from her nutritious meal. As her hands moved to cup her swelling breasts, the unusual yet pleasing heat radiating off of them coupled with the increase in weight felt utterly extraordinary. They held a similar softness to the vixen's copious amount of plush fur yet still growing fatter and fatter from the meat on her prey.

She could feel the eyes of the other villagers watching her form continue to grow through the night. Trailing along her noticeably rounder curves, they held an obvious appreciation for her new, fatter body. Cyrica could not wait to show it all off once she finished digesting.

Retiring for the evening, Cyrica struggled to fit inside her once reasonably-sized bed. Idly, she made a mental note to search for a new one, she was going to knock a spring loose laying so much thick heft onto the flimsy mattress.

As she slept, her equine gut worked overtime in pumping her leftover chyme into pudge. Her gut shrinking while her hips kept on growing, her bed continuing to noticeably sag as the already potent amount of liquified vixen was transformed into heavier, denser fat. Her more malleable plush form began to spill over the edge of her queen-sized bed as the metal springs underneath her groaned and creaked, though no matter how loud it was it was silenced by the endless churning of her stomach continuing to process her massive meal. Had anyone passed by her home, it would have sounded like its foundations were coming apart.

By the time Cyrica awoke, she was near unrecognizable from two days before. Gone was the scrawny, skinny doetaur who had been aching for a meal, in her place laid a fat, plump lady with hips bigger than door and tits hanging off her chest like twenty-pound weights. She even struggled to pull herself upright out of bed, not used to the sheer amount of weight she gained overnight nor how to navigate her body with such massive mounds of fat at either side of her. Her bra had snapped off during her slumber and whatever dresses she may have had would never fit past her breasts, not to mention around her enormous ass cheeks. After managing to crawl out of bed, many of the springs on her mattress were flattened, unable to spring up once more to provide support.

And looking down at her lower half, her gut still sagged a considerable amount. Only about half of Vicky had been transferred through her bowels, the rest had yet to be processed! The sight of it would have made any weaker predator gawk, but not Cyrica. She only smirked.

"Well good morning, you~" she teased the remnants of the liquified Vicky. "Ready for another day of showing off~? I know I harped on you for being nothing more than food, but you really are quite good at it~" The doetaur gave a shake to her enormous hips and let them wobble profusely from the motion. Oh yes, it would do quite nicely.

The heft on her form quickly became comfortable and normal as she left her home and the day progressed, the stares from the other villagers only increasing in volume as her thick fat jiggled with every step. Putting a little sway into her stride only exemplified this factor. She could only enter double wide doors with ease, any single frame door would find a deep indent at their sides and possible cracks on more brittle material. Most shopkeepers were disgruntled but understanding, however one had been particularly rude with his name calling: a stubborn fox like one she had just eaten. She would make a mental note of him for later.

Even as her tits and ass were the main collectors of pudge, the rest of her form grew to accommodate their immense scale. Her humanoid belly sagged underneath her breasts, giving it a matching potbelly alongside her equine half as if it was filled with more delicious liquid prey. Her thighs grew to scale with her hips as they fattened out and helped to support all of her new supple weight, reaching a size where she could crush more than a few watermelons between them. And while she grew everywhere, her body only went big in all the right places. Her arms and legs only expanded enough to carry her form, nothing more.

By the time she finally retired to her home once more for the evening, hardly anything was left of her prey. Cyrica just barely fit through her double-wide door frame and sat her fat haunches down on her sofa, more likely another piece of furniture she would have to end up replacing. It didn't matter much to her though, if she wanted to keep up her form it was going to happen eventually.

Idly squeezing and rubbing her pudgy belly, she murmured quietly to it while appreciating her newly transformed body. "Oh, I must be bigger than even you were before! So much fat used so inefficiently, it was a good thing I took it off your paws. It would have been such a waste on you~"

The doetaur could nearly feel the last of Vicky be pumped through her bowels, disappearing from her stomach for good and adding some last few pounds onto her flank. With her stomach now empty, Cyrica let out a satisfied sigh and leaned back, the couch groaning in protest. "And there we finally go, all gone~" she said, rubbing her gut and all of its fattened goodness. "At least you look good on me, I'll had a hard time getting rid of guys wanting a piece of this ass~"

She gave her rump one last firm smack, the slap digging deep into her soft, squishy flesh. Pleased with the resounding echo of said slap, she laid down on her side and sprawled herself out on her couch. Keeping good care of her current form would take some renovations to her home, along with more durable furniture. It would take awhile but, with a body like hers, it was worth every penny.

Though there was the issue of maintaining it. She would have to travel all the way back up the mountain or somewhere outside the village if she wanted another filling meal. Not eating delicious, delicious prey sounded boring and unappealing, and she didn't want to get rid of this community. A small, but noticeable growl coming from her gut interrupted her train of thought. Then again, there was that fox from the day before. She licked her chops at the thought, surely everyone wouldn't care if one rude, lousy shopkeeper went missing for a while.