Content Warning: Ostrich, Rat, F/M, Implied vore, post-vore weight gain, oral vore, F/F, rat pred, milf, stripper pred, stripper, naked, bones in belly, tattoos, same-size, implied reformation

Linda could hear the muffled heavy bass beat as she walked up the block to the newest strip club. Its name, Vore Whore, was displayed in large neon lights over the front entrance, the lettering stylized into sharp teeth that framed around a laying pinup. Linda had heard of this roughly when it had opened, there being some protests taking umbrage with the theme and apparently embracing what was otherwise an extremely taboo topic of anthro-on-anthro consumption. There weren't any such protesting crowds tonight, in fact Linda had to walk around to the side of the building to get in line. It made her wonder if the protests were actually an engineered publicity stunt, an idea that was reinforced when she couldn't tell which graffiti on the walls were genuinely condemning or were trying to sell her on eating people, but she didn't want to voice such theories tonight.

As she made through the line, she noted the largely counter-culture aesthetic of not only the adverts, but also of the crowd of people around her. She always enjoyed spreading her wings to different venues outside her usual bubble to shake things up from her routines (and expand her palate in prey,) but it still made her wonder if her backless red dress was still overdressing for the occasion, especially seeing the skimpier dresses of the women roughly two decades younger than her. She watched a giggling trio of such girls in front of her getting closer to the entrance; it was immediately obvious that this wasn't their first stop of the night as they kept leaning on each other as they walked, and fumbled a bit showing the large and gruff grizzly bear bouncer their respective IDs, but they were stopped from walking through that door by that same bouncer. "Hold it, one at a time ladies."

"Aw come on, big guy, you've already seen our IDs…"

"And if you wanna make sure you all see each other after tonight, you better follow our rules and take your turns. Ain't that hard or that long of a wait."

One of them rolled her head on her shoulders, either intentionally being overly dramatic, or literally couldn't just do an eyeroll. "Agh, fiiine…" she said, slipping out of her friends' arms to walk through the exterior door. The bouncer watched her through the door's window for a moment, before stepping aside to allow the next one to follow through.

When Linda's turn came up, the bouncer didn't even need to see her pull out her ID from her hand purse, simply taking a look at her before he stepped aside and nodded for her to go through. Inside was a very small anteroom, hardly enough room for more than a couple of people to stand inside in the first place. The walls were covered with framed pictures of what Linda presumed were the strippers, a notably very diverse selection of them too with a variety of species, body types, and genders. Some were the traditional pinup poses, but by and large they were very vore centric with them eating or getting prepped to be eaten by their fellows. The dueling taglines of Vore Whore flanked the door into the club in large lettering, "A pleasure to eat you" and "Feed your wild side."

Underneath those taglines were the establishment rules and terms of service, framed like the surrounding pinups. Linda didn't take too much time to read them, as it was rather dense with legalese and there was still a very long line behind her outside, but the words "...understand and consent to the inherently fatal risks involved…" and "...give EvCo the permission to clone and reform…" stuck out to her. Right next to the door was a miniature mounted head of a lion, with the words "Let me taste you to let you in!" So Linda slid her hand into the hanging open maw, and when she pressed down on the tongue it suddenly clamped down, Linda flinched and lightly squawked when she felt a needle stab into the back of her hand. Just as quickly as it had clamped down, it electronically chirped and audibly unlocked the door with a thunk, and let Linda pull her hand back out. Linda looked over her hand as she pressed against the door, there was a small stinging mark where the needle drew some blood, but wasn't bleeding too much.

Inside the club itself, it was dark with colored spotlights waving and flashing to the beat of the music. Linda waded through the crowd towards a bar at one end of the large dance room. A good spot to scope out for her next one night stand and/or meal. It didn't take too long before one such candidate, a gray wolf, came to sit on the stool next to her and started hitting on her. She humored him, letting him buy her cocktail and ramble to her. He explained how the establishment let people buy a stripper, either for a private dance, to actually eat them, or even feed themselves to the stripper instead. It wasn't anything Linda didn't already know from reading all the papers covering the opening week protests: the first was typical fare for any strip club and hardly needed to be mentioned at all. The second didn't really appeal to Linda, there was no hunting in shooting fish in a barrel. But it was the third that intrigued her the most. "Really now? Then how are they ever going to have regular performers or clientele if everyone keeps eating each other?"

"Oh they, EvCo the parent company I mean, clones everyone is how. That's what that bite thing at the entrance was all about, collecting your DNA to clone you. In fact, one night I snacked on a girl, and she came on stage again not even an hour later."

"Ohhh, a big predator are you? Big spender too, I can't help but notice how expensive those private sessions are…" Linda said, acting impressed. She was already imagining how he'd scream and beg when she'd eat him later, wannabe predators always made for the feistiest and desperate prey.

"Heh, I don't pay a dime for any of those sluts." He cockily smirked, "If you snatch them up fast enough, you can eat them and slip back into the crowd before any of the bouncers get a good look at you, or catch you and make you puke them out. Like, there's no real harm to it, they're literally selling themselves off as meat anyway, they just print out another stripper like nothing even happened! So yeah, you could say I'm a pretty big pred~..."

Linda looked over his head to the neon signs along the walls with reminders on the rules, including "DO NOT TOUCH THE PERFORMERS, VIOLATORS LIABLE TO JOIN THE PERFORMANCE" and "CONSUMING OTHER PATRONS OR PERFORMERS OUTSIDE PRIVATE ROOMS IS PROHIBITED." So her date was either a boisterous liar or a boisterous idiot for bragging about his brazen rule breaking accomplishments to an attractive stranger he just met. Probably a decent helping of both.

"...And next on the poles is Jolene, Gwen, and Barbara!" the DJ's voice boomed out over the intercom. The dancers already there started to wind their performances down and step off, some mingling with the crowd for a bit, others making their way to the backstage instead.

It gave Linda an idea to egg on her date. Maybe he wasn't all huff and puff, maybe he could score a prey for himself. Make himself all the more filling for her. Or maybe make himself into a meal for a stripper, and Linda could have them instead, that wasn't a bad consolation prize either. "Well you can certainly talk a big game, it'd woo the girls back at your local sorority about how much of a big bad wolf you are. But as for me? I've been around the block so many times, I've heard so many men talk and talk but when it came time to perform, they all bit off more than they could chew. So, care to show off for me? Promise I'll help you work whatever whore-weight off if you do~..." Linda said, smiling seductively and nodding towards the pole dance and catwalk stage at the opposite end of the room.

The wolf smiled wide, "Now that's a deal! Maybe I'll convince you to be seconds too, with how much I'll stuff yah…"

Linda couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness, "Maybe, we'll see~..."

They waded through the crowd towards the stage, managing to find seats at the benches closest to the catwalk. When the DJ changed tracks, the new set of strippers stepped out. Linda and her date happened to sit themselves closest to a white rat, who sported a bit of punk look with her hair turning vibrant pink in the dark lighting and her skeleton tattoos glowing on her face and legs. Linda looked over at her date as the rat began her striptease, he was already salivating as the stripper discarded her jacket and howled as she kicked off her skirt. Linda nodded and sat back, she had to agree that the rat looked quite an appealing meal herself…

The stripper was now down to her pasties, thong, and platform heels, and spinning around on the pole. At this moment the wolf stood up and reached out, grabbing her by her outstretched arm and trying to pull her off. She shrieked out a "Hey!" but didn't come off of the pole, her legs and tail still wrapped around and holding her tight to it. Instead, she used the momentum of her interrupted dance to yank the wolf onto the stage. The wannabe predator tried to reach out with his other arm to wrestle, but instead his presumed prey shoved it down her mouth. Linda was shocked and impressed at the quick turnabout consumption, as the wolf's head was already inside the rat's throat when he started to scream and panic, and by the time they had spun around the pole, her jaws were already wrapped around his wiggling waist.

The high-pitched electronic squeal of feedback cut through the music for a moment, calling the audience's attention as the DJ's voice came over the intercom, "Vore Whore would like to remind our patrons that touching or interrupting our performers while on stage is strictly prohibited, and liable to becoming a part of the performance. If you wish to enjoy a private dance, have them as a meal, or even offer yourself as a meal to any of our lovely performers, please RSVP. Thank you."

When Linda looked back at the scene, the rat was pushing down the man's shoes into her mouth and swallowed. Looks like Linda will have to settle for the consolation prize, she'll have to get the name of the stripper later, but for now she continued watching as the rat resumed her routine. Seeing the wolf's pathetic squirming stretching out his predator's green stomach tattoo was making Linda a bit envious of the rat though. The rat did seem to make good use of improvising with her involuntary partner, sloshing and swinging her belly and tits out towards the audience, grinding her belly against the pole as she gave it a tit job, all the while the wolf's whimpers and cries were all muffled out by the music and the sound of the stomach mercilessly churning him. His rising screams were silenced when the rat belly flopped on the stage, the stripper letting out a long wolf-scented belch almost directly at Linda. From there, he was absolutely still, and his form was already softening as she picked herself back up to climb on the pole again.

After a few more minutes, the music eased down and the DJ's voice boomed out once more, "And that was Jolene, Gwen, and Barbara! Let's give them a round of applause, such great dancing even with the interruptions. Remember that you can always sign yourself up to a private dance, or a meal. Next up is Ewa…"

Linda mentally tuned him out, watching as the strippers picked up their discarded clothing off of the stage and started to step off. However, the rat quickly made her way to Linda. "Hey there, did you enjoy the show? Couldn't help but notice you were watching me the whole time."

"Oh, of course, you have done wonderfully. It was hard not to stare when you see somebody devour another whole, and so quickly and proficiently…" Linda replied.
"Heheh, yeah I suppose, especially when it's unscripted." she giggled and rubbed her heavy gurgling gut. "He wasn't your date, was he? He left a spot next to you, and I'd feel a little bad about it if he was, but rules are rules and better he be a free meal than me anyway…"

"Don't work yourself up over it, we had only just met tonight. He was trying to woo me over how much of a big predator he was, even saying he'd make me a second course later! So fittingly ironic that he'd end up being a big pudge instead…"

"Ah, is that so…?" the rat flashed a devious smile. She quickly stepped up the bench to wrap her legs around and sit on Linda's shoulders, shoving her fat and soft belly right under Linda's head. "What about me, Mama bird? Am I a big enough pred for you?"

Intentionally or not, the stripper had hit Linda right in her secret weakness. The sex she had with Roger after their nights of predding was always the best because of this kink: the demonstrative confidence of a predator, a predator with a full, groaning, gurgling, soft belly of melting prey, a predator making threats and moves of having another course. Coming here, Linda thought it might be like shooting fish in a barrel. She didn't think of herself as also swimming in that barrel until now.

And it was turning her on so much.

"Mmm hmm~" was all Linda could make herself say.

The rat chuckled and stroked Linda's head feathers as she gently pressed the bird's head against her gut. "Well you heard the DJ! Go sign yourself up so that you can go backstage with me and through my backstage, okay?"

Linda paid far more attention to the rat's fat gut, which groaned and squelched as the soft body inside collapsed and compacted more, making Linda shudder pleasurably. "Mmm~"

"Great! My name is Gwen by the way, I'll see you very soon, Mama bird~..." Gwen said, unwrapping her legs and getting off of Linda, leaving her flustered as she picked up her clothes, and strolled towards the backstage.

Linda felt her head still swimming as she stared at Gwen walking nakedly with swaying hips and a fat sloshing gut… And fully realizing that she wasn't imagining herself as the one with the gut at the moment. She looked up a bit and saw Gwen was looking back at her, suggestively licking her lips, winked, and then she slipped out of sight.

"... Fuck…" Linda huffed out.


Another amazing piece of art I commissioned from Evoincarnate over Discord. Be sure to give her some follows/money! Wasn't really intending on Linda getting wooed into being Gwen's second course, what with Linda being my pred leaning character and all, but after seeing the thumbnail sketch of the poses I had to go forward with it!

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