Tara slid out of her chair and onto the floor. Normally she'd be embarrassed, behaving such a way in public. Here though, nobody cared. A formal atmosphere was not one of the V-club's attractions. A long as you paid your membership fees, you could turn up naked for all anyone would care. In fact she almost was, having discarded her pants after finding they pressed too tightly on her belly.

She regarded the contents of one paw with interest. One of the many perks of a premium membership was unlimited free mice and before sliding from the table she'd grabbed the last three from the bowl in the center. Now one of her treats was trying to plead with her.

“Please miss?” At least this one was polite. Often the food would do nothing but swear at her or, even worse, scream and cry. In either case they were usually treated to a quick plunge down her gullet, if only to shut them up. This mouse at least had better manners and Tara decided to hear her out.

“You've eaten over a dozen of us already. There's no way you can still be hungry. Won't you just let the last few of us go?” The mouse's voice shook as she spoke, but she managed to make her case clearly and without once breaking eye contact.

An amused smile spread across Tara's muzzle. It was not the first time her food had begged to be released, but the reasons given were usually on the line of how much they wanted to live and of all the people who would miss them otherwise. It was refreshing to find a snack that was prepared to look at things from her point of view.

“I think you're missing the point of this.” She replied, “It's not about satisfying hunger, I wasn't even that hungry when I came in. I just enjoy stuffing myself silly on as many squirmy treats as I can fit.”

“But … but … doesn't that hurt?” The mouse stared down at her captor's groaning belly. She could barely believe how many of her kin had already ended up inside it. There was no way the fox could eat much more.

“Yeah, a little.” Tara admitted, “But it's worth it just to feel you guys wriggle in there.” Lifting her other paw, she contemplated the two mice held inside before choosing a nice sandy-colored one. His terrified squeal was cut short as she popped him into the mouth and swallowed. “Urgh. You may have a point though. I don't think I can take much more of this.”

“So stop eating us!” The one in her left hand half screamed at her, “You'll make yourself sick at this rate.”

“More than likely.” Tara agreed. “In fact, I'd appreciate it if you could ask the others to stop wriggling so much once you arrive.” Considering the discussion finished, she raised the unfortunate girl to her lips.

“No! Wait! Please stop! I still want to talk! Don't do this!” It didn't matter what the mouse shouted, nothing even slowed her passage between the lips and onto the slimy wet fox tongue. Quickly she scrabbled backwards but was already too late, the teeth had clicked shut, sealing her inside the maw. A moment later the tongue rose up beneath her, knocking her of her feet and smooshing her against the roof of her predator's mouth.

Tara took her time with this treat, shoving it around her mouth, lathering saliva into the mouse's fur and extracting every bit of flavor. Bit by bit though, she was working the helpless mouse away from her teeth and towards her gullet. Letting her wriggle a little forward, before pushing her further back, closer to the dark opening. Soon she could feel the frantic wriggling on the very back of her tongue, the poor girl doing everything she could to keep herself from going over the edge. For a moment she paused to savor both the taste and the pitiful cries, then … Gulp! The latest morsel slid down her esophagus to join the others in her overfull belly.

With another groan of pain, Tara flopped onto her back, quickly losing track of which wriggly lump inside her had been the talkative mouse. It didn't matter much, they were all the same to her stomach. After staring at the ceiling for several minutes she finally worked up the energy to turn her attention to the last unfortunate mouse, still pinned in one paw. “Just you left.” she noted.

The mouse barely looked up, before slumping back with his head in his paw. He had long ago given up any hope of surviving this.

“You know, I really should take that other one's advice and stop now.” Tara prompted. Again he glanced at her for only a second before looking away. “On the other hand, if I did eat you I'd have broken my own record.” she tried.

This time she didn't even get a stir out of him. “Eh, boring.” she decided. Scooping the unprotesting rodent up she dropped him into her mouth and swallowed, following the bulge with one finger till it arrived at her belly.

“Urp.” Releasing a little air helped reduce the pressure inside her, but her stomach still felt packed to bursting point and the contents were not exactly being cooperative. Putting one paw on her belly she tried to work the wriggly mess inside her into a more manageable position.

Part of her wanted to see if she could manage another one. The pain in her belly was more than compensated for by the frantic squirming each made as they slid down. Unfortunately that would mean standing up and, in her current state, it was just too much effort.

Briefly she considered getting one of the members of staff to bring her more mice, but they were all studiously avoiding her. In most establishments a premium membership would result in better service, but here it tended to make the staff a little elusive. Of course, there was a heavy fine to pay for eating one of the employees, but that wasn't much of a deterrent. Anyone who could afford the extortionate membership rates would have little trouble compensating the club for a few lost workers.

It was probably for the best. Any more and she really might throw up. Feeling quite pleased with herself for beating her previous record, even if it was only by one mouse, Tara closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations coming from her midsection. One by one, she could feel the warm bodies inside her succumbing to her digestive juices. Her fingers traced through her tummy fur as she felt each mouse in turn run out of air and go limp. The last few kicks were always the most frantic and, in her opinion, by far the sweetest.

As the last of the movements died away, Tara rolled onto her side and yawned. Her stomach felt comfier now that the food was no longer wriggling. She ran her paw back through her pale belly-fur and sighed contentedly. There wasn't much to do now but relax and listen to her body processing the over-sized meal.

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