After a long day, the school bell finally rings and the halls flood with a high influx of students all wanting to go home. Students of all shapes, sizes, and species all begin speaking to their friends and discussing the events of day, laughing and joking. One of these students was Gwyndolyn, a female gryphon that walked on all fours and had only a few months left to go as a senior. As a result of her huge appetite, she was a little bit pudgy, with a big belly that wiggled below with every step and flanks that managed to turn a few heads as she walked. However, whenever someone got a bit too close to Gwyn's butt, they usually ended up paying the price in one way or another... Her body was covered in black fur and feathers with a few even darker spots on her back down, and had an orange beak with two orange claws that served as her front pair of legs. Gwyn wasn't really interested in talking much that day, however. Part of the reason for this was that she had to skip lunch because some teacher had to talk to her about something dumb that she already forgot about. She could've easily snacked on another one of her fellow students, but the gryph knew that she'd wind up in trouble if someone found out about it... again, for like the 10th time now.
 
 But she refused to go home hungry, and even had a plan for how she was going to stuff herself. Earlier that day, she heard about an abandoned farm that was only a few minutes away by if she used the pair of wings on her back. Gwyn didn't like using them much, since it was so much hassle to stay in the air for that long with the rest of herself weighing down slightly, but it was worth it for what the teacher in the class mentioned. Apparently, decades ago, there was this farmer that got rich selling his crop and livestock there, but he eventually passed away and had nobody to give the farm to. And because of the steep price of the barn and farmhouse, nobody was willing to purchase it either. As a result, the place was abandoned and had deteriorated over time. But then comes the fun part: someone mentioned that the barn was now infested with mice. Once Gwyn heard this, they immediately had her undivided attention. After all, when you're both a feline and a bird, a room full of mice sounds like a buffet! Due to the genes of her species, there wouldn't be any risk of catching any illness from them, as they've grown stronger and stronger immune systems over the years that they've ate em'. Her only chance of getting sick would be by a full, upset stomach~
 
 Making sure to stuff her textbooks in her bag and swing it around her shoulder, Gwyn made it outside the school and took flight. "Finally! I've been starving all day... Wonder how many of those little gut-stuffers will be there..." The gryphon smirked from the beak-watering thought, flapping her wings to keep a good pace. It was rather stressful with all the flapping, but it wasn't long until she spotted the barn below, painted a rustic brown color that was now very much chipped off, and sporting a massive hole in the roof after some sort of storm damage. Picturing the hole as the easiest way in, Gwyn slowed her flight and swooped inside. The claws and paws smacked against the wood inside, creaking underneath Gwyndolyn's weight. "Where would they be...!" She whispered to herself, observing the tall wooden platform she was standing on stuffed with dusty old boxes of who-knows-what packed away in the corners, with an busted ladder leading down to the ground. But when she peered down onto the main floor of the barn, she nearly jumped.
 
 The barn was far from being as abandoned as it initially seemed. When she looked down over the edge of her current floor, she was met with the sight of many, many mice indeed. There were mice snacking on a big pile of food that the group of them seemingly collected, there were mice sleeping on the floor or on small piles of hay, and there were mice communicating among themselves in the corners, under or on a few old cars and tractors that were left behind, in a few pens, and scattered all over the ground. They all seemed to be part of one big family or something, all with light brown fur, big ears, long tails, and even some large hips. Clearly they would all be a much closer family if they were all crammed down her beak, she thought~ "I heard that Clyde got a new girlfriend!" "That's the LAST time I have colby-jack, goes right to my thighs..." "Hey, didja just hear something creak?"
 
 Before any of the mice could look up and notice that a vicious predator had recently sneaked inside, Gwyndolyn had already hopped over the wooden railing and swooped down to the ground, leading several to react with a loud shriek. "Run! It's a big gryphon!", one yelped, before trying to sprint away, glancing back to notice her flanks. "...a VERY big gryphon!" Every one that noticed and heard had moved from there spot and scampered towards whichever corner of the barn was the furthest away from Gwyn. However, such tiny creatures were powerless when it came to outrunning a larger predator, her claws swiping by to catch at least six that were trying to avoid her. Lifting the handful up to her face, she looked into each one's cowering expression and giggled. "Don't worry, I know where you'll be safe from her~" Immediately after, she spread her beak wide and stuffed every last one of them inside, tasting each one in her beak and making the terrified mice yelp even louder as her tongue smacked them against her cheeks. After deciding that they've been toyed with enough, Gwyn tossed her head back and sent all six down her throat, six small bulges pushing through the slimy and hot interior of her gullet before inevitably pilling up inside her moaning stomach at the bottom, hungry for a much more.
 
 The next group in her sights was the cluster of ten that had all been woken up by the ruckus, still dazed about the situation. "What's happening? Did you say there's a pig sniffin'? I didn't think we had pigs around here anymore..." The confused female would only need to turn her head to see what he meant, with a pair of feline eyes staring her down. "H-hello?" The whole group had no time to react, all being bunched together into one uncomfortable ball by the pair of claws. Once they were all brought together, Gwyn opened as wide as she could and voraciously gobbled the whole group down at the same time, drooling a little from the dense group of mice squishing through her gullet. But her stomach still groaned for more, a few of them not being satisfying enough to sate herself. Her next target was one of the cars, which a good quarter of the remaining group was hiding under...
 
 The catbird could clearly hear all the squeaking underneath the run-down, busted vehicle, a few of them even shouting taunts out of overconfidence. "Hyuck! Good luck snatching us up from under here, fatass!" Gwyn snarled at the remark, deciding to test her strength against the side of the old car. Grunting, she grips one side of the car by the underside and lifts with all of her might, having to change her stance to push it further up. Eventually, it's pushed over the halfway point and gravity causes it to smash over on its side, leaving all the terrified mice standing in shock at the sight of her. "How did you...?" Panting heavily from all the force it took to overturn the vehicle, the gryphoness figured that she would give herself a breather from swallowing so many. Instead, she turned around and held her ass right above the group of mice, too scared to even jump out of the way. "Here, I'll show you how fat it REALLY is~" Gwyn purred, dropping it right onto the entire cluster with a loud squish. The impact sent a few of them right between her flanks, trapped between them. A few, more unfortunate ones went straight into her tailhole, being shoved up her rear end and struggling to get back out of her butt. The rest were pinned down by the weight of her, gasping for air and unable to squeeze out from under her hind end.
 
 Giggling from all the mice squirming underneath herself, the other mice watching in horror, Gwyn lifted one up and gave its head a good lick before cramming it up her anus, lubing it up so the rest would go up easily. The gryphon started a process of leaning over a bit, picking up one of the pinned mice, and using that mouse to spread her pucker once more and squish inside, until all ten were being pulled up her bowels and into her belly. The experience for those mice could be considered much worse than the other ones that went down her throat, due to the powerful scent and long trip through the squeezing walls. In the meantime, the gryphon got off of her ass and moved on to the rest of her prey as those ones traveled up her digestive tract backwards.
 
 The rest of the mice were huddled up in the back corner of the barn, trying to squeeze through the only exit they've chewed away at in the wall. The only problem was that the mother to a majority of the mice made an attempt to get out first, and she was a bit bigger and fatter than most of the others, so she blocked the way out entirely after getting stuck. Others tried to push or pull her out by the tail, but she just wasn't going to budge. It didn't help that Gwyn just made her way over, trapping the remaining half of all the mice between her legs as she sat down. "Thanks for getting together like this~! Makes it a LOT easier to snarf all of you down. <3" They were all panicking with no way out, staring up at the laughing gryphon with a slowly filling, bubbly gut as a few mice tried to climb over her legs to escape. Anyone that tried to do so were the first to be scooped up, dropped into her open beak as if they were some type of snack food. "Delicious~!"
 
 The remaining mice were all grabbed and voraciously stuffed into her maw like there was no tomorrow, powering through the pack of mice like an appetizer that she just couldn't get enough of, her pot belly steadily growing bigger as more bulges were sent down into the unforgiving pit of her throat. By the time the last mouse was dragged into her clutches, she was feeling absolutely packed with all the rodents, squirming and pawing against the sloshing stomach walls. All that was left was the mom, which she snagged by the tail and pulled back out of her entrapment with a POP! At first, she was relieved to be out of the hole, but her smile instantly dimmed when she realized who had saved her. And this realization was only made worse by the sight of all the tiny bulges pushing out from the fluffy, black belly, and then the view directly beneath her of a satisfied gryph's orange beak open wide to showcase the pink insides. "No, let go of my tail!"
 
 Gwyn did. Then her face was stuffed by the mouse's body, kicking against the bottom part of her maw in an attempt to push back out onto the ground, but a pair of talons lifted her by the behind and allowed her to slip all the way in, squeezing right down her oral passage with a mighty *GLLLLLP!* Squeezed down the wet canal that the other thirty-nine mice had slid through before her, not counting the ones that she sat on and pushed into her butt, the final mouse infesting the barn messily pushed through the opening into the gryph's stomach. She didn't even fall, immediately being shoved against the rest of her fellow mice after making the passage inside. With all the freaked-out, complaining, and plentiful rodents filling the entire expanse of her belly, Gwyndolyn curled up with a noisy belch. "*URRRRRAPPPPP...!!!* Hope you like it down there, 'cause you're not coming out~" The predator stood up for a brief moment, just to feel her gut hang down and slosh about with the amazing amount of mice that she managed to throw down inside the barn. It was almost touching the floor, she was so full!
 
 All she could do at this point was do what all predators did around this time: disregard all the pain and such going on inside of her stomach, and rest. Her tongue lolled out of her beak, panting greatly from all the effort that it took to fill her gut was much as it was now. Reaching down with one of her claws, she rubbed and scratched her belly to stimulate the digestion to begin, many of her prey now either passed-out from all the panicking, or from the cramped space and near absence of usable oxygen. Either way they all went, her stomach was very noisily and violently working away at all the mouse meat, filling Gwyn's mind with the amazing taste that she experienced not too long ago. "Huff... Huff... Gonna put you all to work as fat~<3" A talon softly pressed against the sloshing pot belly, which gurgled and bubbled in response with the sloppy mess of nutrients all digesting inside. Nothing would be spared from her tasty binge, not even the tiny bones that her stomach was powerful enough to grind up.
 
 It was very hard to stay awake from such an immense snack, the food coma hitting her like a rock, so the gryphoness didn't bother fighting it at all. The predator was curled up in the middle of the barn with some of the sun's rays shining onto her from the roof's hole that she used to enter. In the meantime, her belly slowly decreased in size and rounded out as every last one of the barn's former inhabitants melted into some more fat to go onto Gwyn's flanks. As she napped, angle of the light shining through shifted with the movement of the sun, hours passing after the senior's after school snack. If there were any farmer still working there, they'd probably be happy to know that Gwyn served as a mighty fine exterminator for clearing out the building. But since there wasn't any, she was just happy that she got to gorge herself with so much of her favorite prey.
 
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 Getting a bit late with the sun soon prepared to set over the horizon, Gwyn kicked her legs a little bit and woke up. "Where am I...? Oh, right. Mice~" She giggled again, shaking herself off and getting back up to her usual four-legged position. Over the past few hours, every last mouse churned up in the powerful digestive chamber that was her stomach, and anything that wasn't turned into an extra bit of fat on her belly, legs, and butt was now firmly packed into her bowels. "Oh! Guess I'm done with you already~ That was quick. <3" The gryphon laughed a little bit more, her lower body groaning as if to respond to her joy. "Hmmph... guess I'd better find somewhere that I can dump you all out in. Could do it here, but that's not as much fun... I wonder..."
 
 Curious, Gwyn walked over to the large door of the now-deserted barn and shoved it open with a loud creak, seeming to only be easy to open from the inside due to deterioration. Feeling things starting to get far more cramped inside her lower body, the female gryph had to stop for a moment and free some backed-up pressure. One of her hind legs lifted slightly, and she pressed down against her gut with her a claw until a deafening outburst of gas sounded out from her ass. *PFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!* "Much better..." She crudely smirked in reaction to the horrible explosion of flatulence she just unleashed upon the world, thankful that she wasn't in a more closed-in space to smell how bad it really was. Soon after, Gwyn found exactly what she was looking for: An old outhouse still standing after all these years next to the house. She rarely found an opportunity to use facilities that could actually handle what she held back after swallowing down anything quite so big, usually leaving behind the results to wreck a bathroom in the school until somebody fixed it, so taking to an outhouse was a newer experience for her to try.
 
 Not wanting to delay the incredibly satisfying relief of squeezing out every last meal she had from earlier at once, Gwyn quickly made her way up to the door of the tiny shack and opened the wooden door to peer inside. The stench was pretty awful as one might expect, but the hole under the single seat was thankfully still not filled after all these years, mostly being used by teens to throw trash into when trespassing nowadays. The only downside was that there's no paper left behind. But that didn't stop the dark-furred gryph, turning herself backwards to back into the stall and seat her flanks over the opening, the other half of her body needing to stand outside due to the miniscule size of the room. With a deep rumbling inside her pent-up bowels, she finally lets loose with a groan.
 
 Gwyn's ass had to spread very wide to make way for the load pushing its way towards the exit, biting down a bit from just how thick the dense waste was. A remarkable compaction of gryphonshit slowly slid out from herself before dropping deep into the hole underneath her flanks, her tail trying to fan the air a bit as more of her own gas started to overpower the room's smell. The dumping of the thick remains of around 50 mice was far from over, however, as she suddenly felt her tailhole straining against more sloppy, soft shit sliding out of herself. She already felt pounds lighter than she was a few moments ago, listening to her own mud splattering against whatever was at the bottom of the hole before she showed up, and her own waste was only buried by more of the same.
 
 She had to massage her own lower stomach to force all of it out, bowels spluttering as more fudge-consistency waste slopped into the outhouse. It just wouldn't stop coming, as if she was purging every last bit of what was once inside that barn down into crude, old-fashioned toilet shaft. The relief given to her by freeing herself from such a burden was enough to make her moan a little bit, legs quivering as the thick tube of clay snaked down and coiled into the rising pile. The aftermath of her shit was as smooth and easy as the rest of it, dropping down just before it reached the top of the hole followed by another bubbly fart. *PLRRBBTBTBTBTTTT!!* "Phew...!" Gwyn wiped her forehead off as she stepped back out of the outhouse, looking back in to see what she'd made out of the mice.
 
 The hungry little gryphon student managed to completely fill the remaining space left in the outhouse, with a steaming pile of gryphon shit clearly visible when standing outside the shack inside the hole. Gwyn felt very satisfied with how the binge went, her stomach rumbling once again with an urge to be filled as she pats it. "Well, I guess there will be more to eat once I get home. Ugh, you mice are great, but you make me shit WAY too much... I guess that's what happens when you mess with such a starving predator~" She giggled, needing to grind her messy rear against the grass for a moment to make up for the lack of toilet paper as she slammed the door to the shack shut, nearly collapsing in on itself. Feeling lighter than air yet again, the black gryphon took into the skies yet again to make her way home, and probably brag about how amazing her meal was at school the following day. The remains of the bar, however, would likely never see a mouse problem as it stands ever again.