It was unusual for Sophia to be fed something backwards, but the kitten was so small a meal that the six meter long albino python simply did not care. This morsel was too puny to warrant unhinging her jaws and vastly too small to make her even consider constricting it. In fact her fat midsection was much wider across than the kitten was long. But food was food and the notoriously greedy and -as of recently- man eating snake had absolutely no quarrel with extinguishing a young feline life for the faintest trace of meat in her vast stomach.
So she let her handler drop the kitten right into her gaping maw and dutifully performed her task as swift and clean pet disposer. Her drool slickened maw was basically a well designed funnel meant to transport prey, living or not and apparently backwards or not, into her digestive tract. Within seconds her jaws had latched their dozens of pointy teeth into the morsel and pulled it down towards darkness and inevitable digestion.
The faint imprints of kicking legs were the faint and only trace of there ever having been a kitten in the first place and before the sensation of pleasant warm squirming was halfway down her throat, Sophia lifted her head once more, smelling more food in her handler’s crate.
 
 
This was more like it. Just as she had thought, Sophia’s handler pulled a second cat from his crate and hovered it over to her once more gaping maw. The snake was happy to register that this one was a good deal larger and at least four times as heavy. Meaning this one might still not make a bulge in her stomach, due to the fat gained from her mostly canine diet, however she would at least feel the heft of this one, once it was a few meters down her digestive tract.
The human had the cat gripped by its scruff and hovered it over to her and while she was a bit confused to be fed furry meals tail first, she did not mind. It was a small morsel after all and she was a greedy snake. So, despite having enough fat reserves for a couple more months, Sophia commenced the process that would lead to a second household pet drowning in her stomach today and to be honest, she was hoping for many more.
Bit by bit her maw, wet with bubbling saliva, climbed up the cat’s hips and soaked through its fur. Once a small distension formed behind her still hinged jaws, her handler let go of the cat and ended its paralysis. The following commotion, struggle and noise only lead to her biting down occasionally, allowing the cat to thrust its own body into her backwards hooking teeth which cut into its soft delicious flesh like hot nails dropped on butter. After a few more swallowing motions aided by her partitioned jaws “walking” over the cat and dragging it deeper into her gullet by its pierced skin, the prey almost gave up on fighting her. Sophia was not sure if it was the agony, exhaustion or common sense which drove the feline to make its consumption easier, but the snake did not care. As long as the end result would be her slowly processing the cute formerly fluffy, now drool soaked pet into nice firm and compacted logs of reptile waste and added padding on her girthy coils, she was fine with whatever explanation.
 
Once the cat’s front legs were forced outwards, the last thing remaining outside her slowly closing maw, they kind of held her gullet open for the prey, giving it a good chance for a few final breaths of fresh air and a wonderful view through the quivering, undulating entrance of her throat, past her jaws and at a shed wall. Slowly that window closed and eventually the cat was engulfed entirely, consumed whole and alive, sent on a one way trip through Sophia’s eager guts. She was about to turn towards the crate again, to ask for another prey when she felt the warm paws of her meal struggling again. It seemed the feeling of a snake’s throat massaging it to the source of the acrid smell it was doubtlessly picking up now, motivated the cat to fight. That and the very audible meows coming from the faint bulge slowly disappearing into her thicker coils were enough of an attraction to make the greedy predator look proudly at her own body for a while, simply enjoying the sensation of another little life disappearing into her own belly to be added to her ever growing body. Then she turned her head back to her handler, hoping he was not cruel enough to leave before her midsection was properly bulging with food.
 
Sophia was just enjoying the sensation of her second cat’s head being pulled into her very slimy and elastic gullet and its paws frantically grabbing at her jaws, when her handler came around with the next treat. All the snake could see was the rump of a fully grown cat being pushed at her snout and behind that was the massive girth of her bulging, late term pregnant belly. ‘Yes please.’ thought the snake and finally unhinged her jaws, opening wide to allow her handly to place the frantically struggling cat right in her hungry maw.
In her current condition the mother cat was unable to do very much, but the wriggling and kicking still animated Sophia to feed quickly while her handler held the cat by her collar and under her round belly, making sure a smooth and rapid meet up with her offspring which still refused to go down.
Sophia’s yawn alone was however wide enough to engulf the old pregnant cat up to her haunches. Her rear paws were somewhere along her belly in an attempt to scratch the python’s handler. This led to the rather reluctant food item to be literally seated on her own offspring’s mewling head, helping to break its paw’s grip on Sopha’s jaws and push it down. Once the snake teeth had a good grip on her third feline of the day, things progressed rather smoothly and the snake showcased her vast experience in consuming such prey items as each swallow pulled the cat in deeper and hindered its ability to resist even more. Sure, swallowing such fuzzy things backwards was awkward, but already being slick with drool from two previous meals and the stretch from cat 2 made it easy for the serpent's gullet to consume the third one as well.
 
Soon her beautiful white and yellow scales spread slightly as the cat’s pregnant belly was translated into a smooth bulge behind the python’s head. With the jaws nicely unhinged, her descent was the second fastest so far, beaten only by her grand child which was already soaking up acids, two meters down Sophia’s gullet. Before long this cat too made a pitiful face, a few scared noises and was then muffled to almost silence as the snake’s throat closed around her head, casting her into darkness for the short remainder of her life. Sophia then formed her smooth coils into a tight S and forced her prey down quickly.
 
When the snake swallowed as firmly as she could, making room in her throat once more, hopefully for yet another meal, this also put great pressure on her prey’s kitten swollen belly. As Sophia dreamed of a nice german shepherd or great dane to devour and properly exercise her jaws and digestive tract with, the last cat to enter her gullet was forced to squeeze out her kittens under the pressure of her gulp. One after another the cat which had given birth to so many little versions of herself already was doing so yet again at an impressive speed. Only that this new generation of feline was never going to know a soft little, hidden nest or their mother’s caring licks. They were birthed right on top of their older sibling’s head, sliding down the very same snake throat they were all inside of. None of this drama around the new and soon extinguished life was noticeable on the outside at all and so snake and her handler only noticed a smooth bulge coming to rest in her fat midsection.
 
With her jaws still unhinged and voracious greed on her mind, Sophia was yet again staring at her handler and his crate.
 
 
After three generations of house cat have been duly relocated to the acid dripping, flesh melting cauldron of the python’s stomach, Sophia was still eager to resume her meals. With the faintest hint of a bulge showing in her fat midsection, the python curiously watched as her handler took a crowbar to the box he had been feeding her from, and she had to flick her tongue a few times to realise her eyes were not failing her.
In front of her nearly infinitely stretchy and equally hungry jaws was another feline. One that was big enough to devour at least the second cat she had had whole and alive as well. The behemoth of a prey had thick striped fur and was apparently sleeping. Of course the snake had no idea that the tiger she was about to consume had been sedated for the express purpose of being safe for her to eat.
Once she was convinced that the furry pile in front of her was indeed all delicious meat underneath, Sophia tried to go for the head. But every time she did, her handler moved her head back to the tiger’s tail.
Eventually she got the hint and allowed the human to stick the nice fluffy tail of the big formerly predatory cat into her jaws which rapidly slurped that thin noodle of fur and bones up. But then came the real challenge. Her jaws had to unhinge and gape absurdly wide so her hungry maw could climb the mountain of the tiger’s hips.
 Even without the handicap of starting her feast at the wrong end of her prey this meal was going to be more challenging than even the tied up human she had been fed by a nightly visitor one time. But, as always with Sophia, the greed of her stomach won out and she started to climb that striped rear, digging her hooked teeth into her prey and pulling herself upwards and over the hefty beast’s hips by the force of her segmented jaws.
 
He woke up with a swirling sensation in his head. Everything smelled odd and there was an unfamiliar man standing in front of him. Whatever had been in that syringe had knocked him out cold and he had been carted off who knows where.
‘Stupid vets’ he thought and tried to get up, only to feel his hind paws being oddly uncooperative and heavy. His back arched as well and he did not remember being nearly as heavy as he now felt. One of his front paws was still stuck under his belly too, even though he remembered distinctly trying to stand up. He wiggled, pulling it forwards only for it to get caught on something painfully sharp. Was he sitting on wood? Were there splinters? About ten of them on one paw alone? At least his left front paw was where it was supposed to be, so he propped himself up a little to the right and took a look at himself. Maybe this would also clear up that weird moist sensation he felt creeping up his body.
 
He turned around, his eyes taking in a strangely white and yellow shape. He did not remember having that pattern on his fur. His intoxicated brain rattled for a little, while his eyes grew wider and wider as realisation set in, quickly followed by a sensation utterly alien to him. Utter preyish terror. He was being eaten alive and there seemed nothing he could do about it. With cruel slowness the serpentine maw gaped around his chest now, the pinching and prickling of many little teeth more noticeable now. He was not moving an inch but something moved around him, something tight and slimy and cold. The snake’s digestive tract was being forced over his body.
The tiger looked away, to the front, past the man and towards the closed shed door. He had to escape. He showed something he only knew from the things he ate: a completely panicking flight reaction.
He used his one cooperative, free leg to claw at the wooden floor below him, his long claws cutting grooves into the boards. He gained some purchase but besides his own heavy body he also had to drag a very fat snake along with him. Every time he clenched his muscles to drag himself back out of that reptilian digestive tract with an attached head which was devouring him, the many little teeth of his predator only cut deeper into his flesh and denied him any progress. But each time he paused to gather his strength and start another doomed attempt to break free, he felt the gullet convulse and the jaws advance over him. It was like this beast had been trained.
 
Eventually, after well over an hour of constant struggling and squirming, of swallowing and gulping, the tiger was comprised of three parts: A massive, scale spreading bulge, which made the albino python look whiter than she already was, an exhausted leg pawing at the poor floorboard he had nearly scratched in half and a big feline head, with puffy cheek fur and a pair of eyes staring blankly in a mix of terror, defeat and absolute disbelief. It was a mystery to the tiger how this could have happened, how he had ended up here, causing the python’s coils to heave more under his breathing than her own. But here it was, the jaws, the teeth, the drool. All of it creeped around his head now. Wooden splinters flew away under the small storm his panicked panting caused in front of his face as he felt snake drool matting down his facial fur. Then his vision started to get impaired. Not from shutting down, not from exhaustion, but because the pink gums of his superior were creeping over his head now. He heard the menacing hiss of the snake’s windpipe which was currently inhaling just under his very nose. Then the whole body formed another S, his hips already past the beast’s stomach sphincter and his broad shoulders firmly in the gullet’s grip. He growled a final time, in defeat, a scared sound from a scared cat. No matter how big he was, right now all his powerful muscles only lead to two things: A bigger bulge and a happier snake. Then the jaws pushed over him even further. He saw the bright pink flesh close around him, his body shifting backwards for the first time during the whole process. The maw in front of him gaped again, showing the tiger a little bit of daylight as the snake rehinged her jaws, only for her throat to swiftly engulf and consume his face instead, casting the tiger into wet, squelching darkness, sending him down ever so slowly towards certain digestion.
 
Sophia was proud of her achievement. As temporary as it doubtlessly was, the bulge travelling down her coild and eventually resting in her midsection was a thing of beauty. The tiger made all three cats whose life she had casually claimed earlier feel so insignificant. The sacrifice of their lives had been completely invalidated to the snake’s mind once the tiger filled her stomach from the cat packed bottom to the very top and beyond. The huge feline only made it to his shoulders, meaning that his front legs, neck and head would have to wait their turn while the remainder of his body was passed into the caring, highly corrosive hands of her well trained stomach. This cat was going to make her huge.
And unknown to her, thanks to the many cameras in the shed, he was going to make her famous too. And she was going to reward him, by making that tiger the world’s most famous pike of snake feces in about two weeks.
 
 
 
Sophia had been laying with her belly filling the entire cone illuminated by her favourite heat lamp and her head at the brim of her water basin ever since she finished her four course feline banquet. The kitten and the young cat have not even bothered her enough to unhinge her jaws at all. Their pregnant mother however had been a meal that finally made a trace in her thick, pudgy coils. All of this had not been enough cat meat to even make her stop looking for more food. But the groaning, churning and very resilient bulge which caused her white skin to show prominently between stretched apart scales, showed impressively that a tiger definitely was her limit. She did not even feel the cats ever since the sedated former predator had been half inside her throat. Once he had made it to her stomach, all she could feel was being full, proud and happy.
Right now her stomach was as stuffed and warm as it could be. The sheer girth of her bulge brought her body closer to the heat lamp than ever before, causing the highly acidic juices soaking her prey to reach record temperatures. Every now and then her owner dropped by to look in on her and to document the gradual process of her bulge changing shape as her stomach conquered the dense strong muscles of her tremendous feline feast. The tiger was not even showing any bone by the time the three cats were an indistinguishable slurry spilling into her intestines and fueling her body. All of the energy she gained from killing, melting and processing them was not even half enough sustenance to make up for the effort of breaking down her “dessert”.
Still she was the happiest snake alive right now, as her relentless stomach broke down a whole tiger. As the days went by the shape of her bulge grew smoother by the hour and the position shifted as well as more mass was transferred past her stomach. She was not even done digesting it all before she showed more growth and pudge. Her owner was certainly going to skip a few of her usually bi-monthly dog feedings, but his snake and his stream fans were going to forgive him on account of the tiger Sophia was in the middle of turning to shit.
After one and a half weeks, it was finally done. The bulge in her stomach had shrunken down entirely and nothing remained of her meal except the strange shape at the lower end of her body. Her tail end looked nearly as thick as her midsection and that could not be normal. Luckily Sophia had an easy solution for that. The tip of her tail lifted up as if she was trying to show off. In reality it was merely an instinct to avoid messing up her shiny scales. Then her cloaca stretched out widely and a firm brown log packed with bleached fur appeared. The former coats of tiger and cats were mixed, giving her turd a firmness that could not be comfortable, but in due time the snake passed it just fine. This one alone weighed probably five pounds and was as thick as a lumberjack’s arm. From there things became smoother as all of the unusable remains from over 400 pounds of feline meat had to go somewhere. Her logs became slimmer, wetter and came out along with squelching slime that coated her insides and occasionally bubbled where her pink flesh squeezed over the still massive lumps of processed cats. The forming pile forced the snake to slither forwards, keeping her scales clean and allowing her slithering motions to squeeze more shit out of her flexible body.
 
This was the biggest dump Sophia had ever squeezed out in one go. There was a wall of compacted brown waste of mostly former tiger that went half across the shack she lived in. The later portions of it contained a fair bit of evidence that she had not been on her normal diet of household pets. Claws half as long as fingers, dulled and cracked, the enamel shells of equally long teeth and an unusual amount of crumbled bone fragments lined the arm thick pellets of mostly tiger. The snake even seemed a little smug as she coiled up tightly and looked at her handiwork. She had not been able to pose like this in a week on account of the flesh bloating out her body. Now she was smooth again even if a bit longer and a lot pudgier. There likely won't be more food for her for two or three months. Or a need for any.