"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stacey asked.
"Of course," Tammi responded. "Now hurry up and strip down."
Stacey looked to the other girls. Cheri, her partner in crime for this endeavor, gave her a thumbs up, though she looked as nervous as Stacey felt. Shyla sat cross-legged on the bed nearby, watching intently, her bushy tail twitching behind her.
"But... is taking our clothes off really necessary?" Stacey asked. "It just feels kind of weird, especially with your girlfriend watching. Like we're getting ready for a foursome or something."
"While I might be amenable to that later if you're interested," Tammi said, prompting a blush from all three of the other girls in the cramped dorm bedroom, "if we don't hurry we're going to miss the movie. And you don't want your clothes getting ruined, right? Come on, it's not like it's anything anyone in this room hasn't seen before. So both of you, if we're doing this, clothes. Off."
Stacey and Cheri looked at each other, and then both began to oblige. "Do you really think this will work?" Cheri asked, pulling her shirt off over her head.
"I don't see why it wouldn't," Shyla said. "I mean, you girls didn't even know Tammi was a pred until I told you, right? And you've seen her plenty of times without realizing anything was off."
"Yeah, I guess so," Stacey responded. "You do look a lot thinner than normal."
Indeed, Tammi was practically swimming in her clothes, which hung loosely from her body. The chipmunk smiled. "That'll be fixed in a minute. You gals ready?"
Stacey looked at Cheri. Like Stacey, the rabbit had stripped to her undergarments, and didn't appear ready to remove any more. Tammi apparently decided that that would have to do. "Okay," the chipmunk said. "We'll start with Cheri. Sit on the bed next to Shyla."
Cheri did so, and Tammi knelt down in front of her. She took the brown rabbit's ankles in her hands and raised them to her lips. Then she opened her mouth wide and slipped her toes inside. Cheri let out a surprised eep, and then Tammi pushed them in deeper, her feet disappearing between the chipmunk's lips entirely.
It looked for all the world like Tammi was eating Cheri. But as the rabbit's legs began to disappear into the chipmunk's mouth, Stacey could see that she wasn't swallowing. She shoved the rabbit deeper into her body with her hands, moving herself forward as she did so.
"That feels so weird," Cheri said.
"Try to slide forward," Shyla instructed. Cheri did so, sliding her hips off the bed and into Tammi's mouth. She let out another eep as the chipmunk reached up to grasp Cheri's upper body, shoving her in more quickly now. She leaned back, letting gravity help as she stuffed a blushing Cheri's chest into her mouth.
The rabbit gave Stacey a weak smile before her head was shoved inside as well, leaving only her two arms hanging out. Tammi pushed those in as well, then stood up.
The chipmunk licked her lips. "You know, she kind of did taste like cherries," she said.
Stacey stared at Tammi. Cheri was just... gone. But she couldn't help but notice that Tammi now filled out her clothes much better. And her cheek definitely bulged out more than it did before, but it wouldn't have been noticeable if she hadn't been looking for it. She was closer to the Tammi that Stacey was used to seeing.
The idea that Tammi had always looked the way she had because of her prey was just... staggering. How many students had vanished, just like Cheri, and had never reappeared again?
"Come on, little mousy, your turn," Tammi said. "Up on the bed."
Stacey hesitated. She could still back out now, after all.
"Don't worry," Tammi said. "She's fine. Here." She reached forward and took Stacey's hand, laying it on her side, as though they were about to dance a tango together.
And Stacey could feel it. A slight movement under Tammi's fur and skin, the hint of curves that didn't quite belong to the chipmunk. "That's Cheri?"
"Yep, safe and sound," Tammi said.
Stacey swallowed hard. Cheri had done it, and if Stacey didn't go through with it now, she'd never hear the end of it.
So she climbed up onto the bed, sitting where Cheri had been just moments before, and offered her feet to Tammi.
Cheri had been right: it did feel weird. Sort of like a slow water slide. She felt Tammi's teeth against her toes, but her feet didn't go between them and instead passed next to them, sliding into the chipmunk's cheek pouch. She emulated what she had seen Cheri do, sliding herself off the bed and kind of shimmying herself further into Tammi. Both Tammi and Shyla helped push her inside, and soon her upper body was disappearing into the chipmunk, followed by her head.
For a brief moment, she had a view of the outside world through Tammi's lips. And then the chipmunk's hand pushed her deeper inside, and those lips sealed closed.
To say it was uncomfortable would be the understatement of the year. It was hot and wet, and Stacey could barely move. Every time she shifted position, her fleshy prison would reshape itself to her. It felt like saliva was pooling around her feet. And she also had the distinct impression that she was pressed up against Tammi's curves, which caused her face to flush. Earlier, Shyla had suggested that Tammi sometimes kept prey in here for days. Stacey did not envy them.
"Just try to stay as still as possible," she more felt rather than heard Tammi say. As though she had a choice.
It was difficult to keep track of everything that happened next. There was movement - Tammi and Shyla walking to the theater, no doubt. Some talking as they bought tickets. A bit of discussion that Stacey was pretty sure was about the price of concessions. Finally, things settled down, and Stacey heard the muffled noises of movie trailers.
So... when was Tammi going to let her out? Of course, a couple of naked, wet girls would look a bit out of place in a theater, but Stacey was under the impression that Tammi was going to open her mouth and let them get a little more comfortable so they could watch the movie from there - cheekside seats, as it were.
The walls around Stacey contracted, and she felt herself being pushed upwards. But she didn't suddenly find herself with a view of the movie. Something was wrong: she found herself being forced into a tight ball, then jostled about as something warm pushed and prodded her. And then she was pulled back down again, except this time the tight tunnel was definitely pulling her down of its own accord, waves of flesh undulating around her. She dropped into a wider, more open area, and an acrid smell assaulted her nose.
It didn't take a detective to figure out where she was.
Shyla watched as the large ball, larger than Tammi's own head, formed in her cheek. She watched the ball move and wriggle as Tammi sloshed its contents around, tasting. And she watched as Tammi tilted her head back and swallowed, sending that ball down to her gut in one long, smooth motion.
The screaming started almost immediately, but it so muffled, Shyla doubted anyone would have noticed even if the theater hadn't been deserted.
"I can't believe you did that," Shyla said.
"Hey, you saw how expensive concessions were. This was a much easier option."
"What about Cheri? Are you gonna let her up to watch the movie?"
"Nah," Tammi said. "I'm just gonna save her for later."
"You are such a pred," Shyla said, accusingly.
"Hey, you're the one dating me." Tammi leaned over and gave Shyla a kiss on the cheek.
"You know you're gonna look all lopsided when we leave," the squirrel said.
Tammi's features widened into a grin. "I've got a solution for that, too, actually."
Tammi walked out of the theater, smiling to herself. The movie hadn't been half bad. As she left, she passed a theater employee pushing a cart of cleaning supplies, and she recognized him as the worker who had taken their tickets when they had first entered.
"Hope you enjoyed the movie, ma'am," the uniformed worker said. Then he stopped for a moment, turning back to look at her. "Weren't you... with someone when you got here?"
"Oh, I'm sure she's around somewhere," Tammi said as she walked towards the theater exit.
Tammi took her time getting undressed. The dorms were small, but at least they afforded privacy, with each resident getting their own small bedroom, which meant that Tammi could come in late after a movie without waking her roommate.
She flipped off the light and the flopped down on the bed, running her hands over her body. She could still feel them moving - the mouse in her belly fighting the most, of course, as the slow process of digestion worked on her. It would be days before she had to eat again, but when that time came, she would have that rabbit ready to go. And her girlfriend wiggled in her left cheek pouch, probably expecting to be released soon so she could go home, having not yet realized that Tammi had no intention of releasing her until morning.
Tammi let out a contented sigh, then closed her eyes. It had been a wonderful evening.