Aboveground, the city of Zootopia was as vibrant as can be. It was a nice warm sunny day outside with infrequent clouds for everyone to enjoy. Animals of all different sizes walked around the park and chatted on the grass. Some kites flew in the air, and some basketballs did the same before hitting coming back down to the ground with a thud.
Below that same ground, things were a bit different. Deep underground and hidden within the taverns of Zootopia’s subway system something sinister was in the works. Now, subway systems are known to have many rails and paths that get abandoned for one reason or another. Instead of wasting money filling them up or destroying them, it’s simply easier to just leave them be. The same goes for old train cars. Hidden in one of these abandoned paths, within an abandoned train car, was where something sinister was happening.
Through a dirty window, there was something you typically wouldn’t find in a subway system; a laboratory. A laboratory filled with scales and tools and beakers of different shapes and sizes. Each beaker held various liquids that ranged in color from blue to green to yellow to even black. Quick turn torches covered the counters, and pans and all sorts of science utensils did the same. This was a very sanitized and well kept place in a dirty tunnel. The scientists themselves were no exception.
Said scientists, currently working in said lab, were two different lambs. Each one wearing the same yellow hazard suit and mask, while they each worked on whatever their research required. Currently, one jotted notes in his notebook while the other was placing little crystals in one of the many beakers sitting over a flame. The two worked diligently, feeding information off one of another, day in and day out. Today was no different. That was, until the end of the day, when they finally had their major breakthrough.
Now at the end of the day, with one lamb sitting and one leaning forward, the four eyes stared at a computer screen in shock. “Well shit, looks like we got it,” the lamb sitting down said, turning to his partner. His voice is calm with heavy relief hidden.
The other lamb nods his head in agreement, “Boss is gonna be happy to hear this one,” he replies.
(The Next Day)
Said boss was in shock, “What do you mean you got it?!” The smaller lamb says from the middle of the train car. Their boss, the assistant mayor of all of Zootopia, was also a lamb, albeit a bit smaller. Going by the name of Bellwether, she had the same curly hair as the pair in front of her. The only exception being she had bright pink tan skin behind her glasses, and along her ears.
“I mean we got it chief,” one of the other lambs responds while leaning on the island in the middle of the room. “The results came back and the code is perfect. We’ve run a thousand simulations and each one comes back flawless. We finally have an improved night howler serum.” He finishes with a slight smirk.
Bellwether for her part looked down and off to the side in surprise. This serum has taken them 3 and a half years now. Finding this place and setting it up was one daunting task alone. Then she had to consistently funnel the taxpayers money here and get it all written off without anyone noticing; no easy task. Plus, the two lambs in front of her actually were the ones spending day in and day out researching this serum. Through countless failures she was starting to think it would never get done. As much as she wanted to believe it she just had to really double check, “you sure?” She asked, still worried but hopeful.
“Ab-so-lutely,” the other lamb sitting on the other side of the island replies through dramatic pauses. The fact he didn’t need to explain anything else showed how confident he was in it.
Bellwether speaks again with a smile on her face, “This is, this is phenomenal. We can finally start our plan.”.
The lamb that was standing up agrees, “Yes we can. All we need now is our first test subject.”
…
Duke Weasleton was enjoying his unpaid vacation quite well. One of the perks to being self employed is the ability to take a day off whenever you feel like. The con being that when you’re doing it you’re not making any money. But he felt he was due for another day off.
Truthfully he’d been taking quite a few days off lately actually. This might have been day number 6, or maybe it was 7 now in a row. Yup day 7 now. Why has he been taking all this time off you ask? Well that cause can now be found within the additions to his hips, waist, and rear end. Digesting that fox had done quite the number on him to say the least. This was in terms of both, the time needed, and the weight added. While he still wasn’t too fat by any means, the once skinny- and once temporarily huge- ferret, now had quite an increase in weight he was carrying. His once well fit blue jeans now were uncomfortably tight, and almost all of his shirts now rose up just enough to show fat filled fur right below his belly button. To even get outside today, a shirt that was historically a size too big was now the only one that fit. It probably would have been easier to not go out again, but lounging around for so long he figured it was good to take a break and get some fresh air.
The first three days from eating Nick resulted in him lounging about in his house. Now whenever in his house he would lay naked, not wanting to stretch or ruin any of his clothes. Plus, he was the only one here, it’s not like anyone else would notice.. On his couch, he would barely move, opting to only get up to get a glass of water. One thing he noticed was for the entire week, and even today, he found he didn’t need to eat anything anymore. No breakfast, lunch or dinner, each day. Or at the very least he found he was never hungry. Not that he minded this lazy lifestyle. For one it saved him some cash, and for two, like after eating a thanksgiving dinner, his body always felt tired as all its energy was focused on the processing happening internally.
To pass the time he would binge his bootlegs, and take frequent naps. It was by day 4 he had begun to feel his meal leave his stomach and move lower within him. At this point he felt like his insides were always slowly on the move. Occasionally he’d feel a particularly strong Glorp, that would make his insides shift side to side. This also led to a small belly wiggle that would eventually dilute. Duke brushed it off as some narrow turn within his intestines or something.
By days 5 and 6, he knew his time absorbing the fox was starting to dwindle. It was in the middle of day 5 he had first started to feel his center of gravity getting real low in him. While it made getting a glass of water a bit easier than days prior, it also made for a bit of a constipated feeling. This feeling starting was in tangent with when the gas began. By the end of day 5 and day 6 he was now starting to feel it more. Uncomfortably he’d lie on the couch, seeming to push down into his squishy belly every 5 to 10 minutes. He tried distracting himself with another movie but that wouldn’t work much. He was able to find temporary relief when gas would spurt out below him, blowing his tail hairs in one direction like wind to grass. But this short decrease in internal pressure would also be short lived as soon after it would build up again, and the cycle would just repeat.
Not one for taking medicine he didn’t need, Duke tried to hold off from using the jar of laxatives that he picked up on his way home the first day. He remembered how the store clerk had given him quite a bit of a side eye looking at his big round belly; ‘you in a hot dog eating contest or something like that’, he had asked. The weasel simply replied, ‘something like that’ before heading out.
By the end of Day 6, he had made the mistake of deciding it was too late to take the laxatives. This resulted in a night of regret through constant tossing and turning in discomfort. While tired and not caring about the consequences, he would try to push out his clogged intestines constantly, but it was no use. Whatever was causing the ruckus was still far too deep inside. The most he was able to get out that night were now powerful painful farts that shook the sheets. While the weasel lay face down on his fat, tightly bent knees and with a pillow held over his head he had one thought, you just had to get some revenge huh fox? That thought was answered with another low painful -Ppfffttttttt that shot out behind him. Oweee dammit.
Day 7 morning he groggily woke up after eventually falling asleep. His room now wreaked like the inside of a skunk, but he had mostly grown used to it. Rolling his legs to the side of the bed his belly jiggled. Looking at his new added weight he noticed that while much smaller than before, it still distended a bit farther out than he was typically used to. With his hands he could now mold the new fat however he pleased, and push into himself much deeper than before. However, like before, if he pushed too deep he’d still feel something. Now it was just further and lower down.
The discomfort had become too much at this point as down below he started to feel a bit of legit pain. Deciding it was enough he was more than excited to go in the kitchen to take his first dose of laxatives. Looks like I did end up needing help after all, he thinks as the liquid falls down his throat. With a refreshing ahhh, he puts the glass down and heads to relax on the couch. Unfortunately, an hour later he still felt the same as the night before, maybe even a bit gassier. He swore he felt death in his bowels. Now, he felt the urge to go to the bathroom, but they were just empty actions. Justifying that a meal the size of a fox would do it justice, he downed the rest of the contents. Even then it still took quite some time and effort. If it wasn’t for a slow Glorps shifting his insides he would have gone and gotten even more. But eventually, 2 and half hours later he finally felt nature calling.
Nature was eventually met with a lot of strenuous bowel movements and toilet flushes. Overall it took about 20 minutes, but eventually the weasel was seen laying in the corner of the bathroom taking deep heavy breaths. While digesting and absorbing helped shrink and compact the size, squeezing an entire fox out of his asshole still had taken quite the toll to say the least. On his back and with his mouth open he panted with one hand on his chest above the fat and one one on the ground holding something. Eventually after getting some energy he lifted his left hand to get a look at the object. Looking down he took in sight of the white and slightly brown, too big for comfort, fox skull. Looking at the size along with most of the teeth bones still in tack, he couldn’t believe he was actually able to pass it. It was rough, mind you, but after it all, he felt he deserved to keep a momento, “Huff huff, finally. Huff, huff, huff, reliefffff,” he said to the bathroom.
Two hours later, after a nice shower and with business finally concluded, he decided he still needed the remainder of the day to relax. Not only that, but it was about time he finally got outside. Opting to go to his local park he soon saw many other animals out and about doing their own things. Duke didn’t know how some of them had the energy to play sports and run around on a hot day like today, but that wasn’t his problem. He had energy to walk to a nice spot, and lay down on the grass. Duke took to relaxing in the sun with earbuds in, listening to his favorite songs with his eyes closed and a book in paw. Not like he ever would read the book mind you, but besides his own looks, it gave off a nice image for any ladies he thought. Although glancing down at his added pudge, he wondered if he’d start needing something more than a book to show off. Enter in, the tanning.
Basking and tanning his fur blond in the sun, he thought this was just what he needed to get healthy again. Are foxes unhealthy? he wonders for a moment. Energy draining, lying down in the sun, he soon realized how hot it was. Hell after what happened this morning, if he stayed out there too much he doubted he’d even have the energy to walk back to his place. So deciding that it was time to go, and getting disappointed that no friendly Weasels asked him about his book, he stretched himself up on his feet and made his way out of the park.
Relaxed and in a state of zen he made his way back home along the sidewalk. Funnily enough, ready to go home and just relax on the couch some more. Taking a shortcut through an alleyway like he always did he started thinking about what bootleg movie he’d put on. ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ again, ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ maybe, hell maybe even ‘Titanic’ one more time. He always enjoyed watching the scene when the ship went down. Duke Weasleton couldn’t help that he had a bit of a sick se- *sphink*.
Suddenly he felt a pinch in his neck. What the? He thinks reaching up to scratch. In his neck he feels something cool and solid. Grabbing it and pulling it out his vision starts to blur. Looking at what’s in his hand he sees a… dart. What the h-? He thinks as his eyes close and he collapses to the concrete below. So relaxed and caught up in his thoughts he never noticed the sheep in the alleyway with him, hidden behind a dumpster.
…
“dmvd dndbb,” the weasel hears a blurry voice. His vision is black.
“Mogd fnieng eom egetimee,” another muffled voice sounds a bit louder. He blinks open his eyes slightly to see gray and yellow blurs.
“Wemmll I dommt kn-, oh wamit, he’s waking up.” He sees one of the blurs turning to look at him. It looks like a sheep, he thinks. Blinking some more everything starts to come clearer.
“It’s about damn time,” one of the bigger lambs says standing behind the one in the middle and to the left. Another one reflecting to the right
“Well you were the one who used enough juice to knock out a leopard on a weasel,” the other lamb replies. Duke can now see everything clearly. He seems to be inside a lab of some kind. Or a bit off to the side of the lab, in an empty space like that of a dining room connected to a kitchen. He can also now clearly feel his storming headache. Too much juice is right, the weasel thinks. Going to scratch his head he finds temporary relief. But a jangle in his ear annoys him. Looking to his left he sees a chain attached to his hand on one end, and a wall on the other. Not only that but without a shirt or pants on he’s only in his underwear.
“Well well good morning sleepyhead,” he hears a petite sheep force from his right. Looking away from the chain and back to the group of lambs he sees the smaller one bending towards him in the middle of the other two.
“What the hell ya want?” The weasel replies, clearly irritated.
Haha, the lamb laughs, “a lot of things of course. But you gotta start somewhere. Relating to you I’m assuming you’re wondering. Well not much. Just gonna need to rub some serum on you one time and then let you be on your merry way.”
That doesn’t sound good to the weasel. I doubt it’s just another knocker outer like before, he thinks. “Any chance you wanna not?” Duke replies. He knows a lot about the streets, and he’s heard of some many unfortunate situations. He knew that if someone was willing to go through this trouble, they weren’t gonna just let him go. But it was worth a shot at least. At least he wasn’t in a dirty grimy warehouse or something. There he would have probably woken up without a kidney.
The lamb reaches to her side and rubs her hand in a violet paste. No not her hand actually, the weasel can see the glove she’s wearing on her right hand protecting her. “Make up your mind weasley,” she responds. “First you ask me what I want, now you ask me what I don’t want, you predators are really all over the place.” She says now taking a step and getting awfully close.
Duke’s anger starts to mold into a hint of fear, “Well, why didn’t you do this when I was knocked out at least?” He questions.
“Well I gotta see the results silly. Gotta get accurate data and witness the change. Now I know this is a bit quick but I’m a bit on a tight schedule so…,” *snap*; her left hand fingers connect with her palm. The two other sheep walked around her towards the weasel, with one on the left, and one on the right.
Duke Weaselton scootches himself backwards on feet and hands away from the threatening animals, “come on guys, you don’t want me though I’m a horrible test subject. You should have seen my report cards,” he feigns a poor smile. He feels a thud as he makes contact with the back wall. This causes a primal fear to well up in him, “You know the old saying… ughhh ugh, pop goes the- not a good test subject weasel, right?”
Strong hands make contact and grip his right and left arm. The weasel fights to stay lying down. This resistance just results in him sliding forward when those same hands drag him back towards the lamb in front of him. His claws stick down and dig into the metal beneath him creating white lines as he slides over. Come on, think, think! His head shouts as he looks around at something, anything to get him out of the situation. As quickly as his dragging began, it ended in a stop. Looking up he saw the lamb, an arms length away.
She looked down at him with not a care between those eyes. “Already guys, second this is on, you get to where I am. Out of range, understood.” She orders the other two. If it wasn’t obvious already, she was the boss… wait, the boss? Duke looks at her in thought. Behind him the other lambs nod understanding to her. She nods back to them before returning her glare to the weasel and leaning forward hand in front.
“Assistant mayor!” the weasel blurts out. Her eyes blink in momentary surprise. He continues, “You’re Bellwether, the assistant mayor of Zootopia.” He finishes his thought. “I thought you looked familiar. Hard to tell when you’re freaking out for your life and all.”
Taking a moment, the lamb leans back again, “Yes, yes I am. Not many people recognize me.” She says in a bit of genuine surprise.
Reaching for any opportunity the weasel continues, “Ya, I know you. I follow my local politics. Not enough people in this city do.” It’s true. Duke likes to keep up and vote in local elections. Even a bootlegger cares about the city after all.
“You’re right about that,” she sighs looking off to the side. “I can’t tell you how many people don’t even know one thing I stand for. Hell, nobody even knows I’m the assistant mayor. I get recognized once a month, if that, and it’s usually because a protester throws paint at me.”
“Oh I can imagine,” Duke awkwardly smiles, “but you can’t blame the passion. At least they care, unlike the others. Although, I guess in your case you can huh?” He pushes on desperately to keep it going. Also trying to throw in a comradery.
“Ya weasley, when I’m covered in red I don’t appreciate the passion too much I’ll be honest. But the indifference will be changed soon enough that’s for sure.” She says starting to turn towards the weasel again.
Wanting to keep her distracted but opting to keep her talking he asks, “why’s that? What’s your plan?” She eyes him a moment, “as a voter mind you?” He sticks his head out and down with a smile.
While she wasn’t quite in the mood, she felt the weasel at least earned this for recognizing her, “Well, I doubt I’ll be getting your vote for one reason or another, but long story short we’re going to make the predators of Zootopia go savage. They’ll attack civilians and cause chaos. The prey, who outnumber predators 8 to 1 will band together and take charge. Mayor Lionheart will be disbanded, and I will take over.” Her eyes started to grow larger with flames behind her pupils like she was looking at a fire. “I’ll order martial law and finally you nasty predators away, so Zootopia can truly, live, in, harmony.” She exhales a breath of satisfaction as she looks up in her vision. “And that plan starts here, with this formula,” she stretches her hand out to Duke's facepalm up. If the circumstances were different, you’d think she was helping pick an ally up from the ground.
Looking down at the mixture Duke takes in the violet concoction. It looks like paint in her glove. His eyes look down at it, then dart up at the smiling Assistant Mayor Bellwether, and then back down at the paint. As quick as the thought came in, he takes action. Throwing his body back he pushes against the lambs, falling as much as he can to the ground below. While the lambs focus on catching him, and Bellywether focuses on his upper body, she doesn’t see his left leg simultaneously shoot up. Smack, she feels the contact with the bottom of her hand. The action whips her hand up with all the force the weasel could muster. Still being attached to the lamb, the hand rotates quickly towards her before smacking her right dab in the middle of the face. In shock she stumbles back looking like she dipped herself in warpaint.
Hearing the contact with her face all 6 eyes of the other animals watch her as she regains her footing. Slowly the other lambs let go and take very cautious step towards her. “Ahhh, what the- dam predator!!” She shouts, whipping the liquid out of her eyes with a harsh flick. Her eyes open in anger as she stares at the weasel with a red and purple face. Ready to lose control and hit or even attack him another thought goes through her head. Wait, this is the serum, she thinks looking down at her hands. Panic hits her before a few moments pass and she realizes something else, wait, wait, I’m not going savage? She questions. The other lambs worry starts to share a common confusion.
It’s true Bellwether starts to really realize. Focusing on herself, and not the confusion, she feels a whirlwind of anger and rage in her blood. There was definitely something there, but she can still kinda control herself. Is it a problem with the serum? Or is it maybe because I’m a prey? She wonders to herself looking at the other lambs in the room. One of which, without saying a word, shrugs his shoulder knowing she’s thinking what he’s thinking. She then turns her eyes to the weasel cowering on the ground with hands in front of his face bracing himself for any possible repercussion.
She stares at the animal below as her thoughts are almost empty. Look at that dam predator, cowering like that. After he attacks, now he’s worried about any actions coming back. Now he just lies there all weak and petrified. Shaking now that us prey have the power. All weak and succulent like that. Basking there in the open like a nice organic deli-... She stops herself again.
Looking off to the side her thoughts continue, what’s going on? Why am I thinking like that? What am I even thinking? She looks at the weasel and feels the thoughts coming back. As confusing as they are, and as her mouth starts to water, she starts to realize what they mean, he looks tasty. Maybe… maybe instead of prey being immune, it simply turns prey into predators? She thinks some more, well, if this is how predators feel, maybe I should treat them as they deserve.
“Jessie, Walt, pin the weasel again.” She states. Seeing as she still had her mind the two nod and do as she says. The weasel really worried now doesn’t even think of resisting. Last thing he wants to do is make the situation any worse. He leans on his back with his arms now pinned as she approaches him like a wolf in sheep's clothing. For a small lamb, she wasn’t too much taller or heavier than the weasel. But at this moment, while still being the same size as 5 minutes ago, she now looked 5 times his size to him.
Not too sure exactly what she wanted to do, Mayweather stops right in front of him. There she stands, just staring at the helpless weasel. She can’t exactly just take a bite out of this weasel, no matter how delectable that would be, and it would be quite a bit taboo to try to cook him up. But she needed to at least get a taste. “Ok, keep him held,” she looks to her assistants. “And you!” She darts at the weasel, “don’t make any sudden moves or I’ll make this a hell of a lot worse for you.” The weasel gulps, nodding his head silently. This animal was clearly crazy, and one thing you don’t wanna do is piss off crazy.
Now with that out of the way the lamb can continue on. Still not sure what to do exactly, she falls to her knees and stares at the paw pads sticking out front of her. Feet never did anything for her, but now, something about the feet in front of her looked like the juiciest grapefruit she'd ever seen. Well, grapefruit doesn’t sound quite right, but she doesn’t know what else to compare it to. Eyeing the pads she grabs one, and soon, without another thought puts half of it in her mouth.
The other lambs don’t react much, except for some confusion they keep to themselves. She did get a big hit of that serum after all, and she was still their boss. Duke on the other hand went from fear, to now a mix between fear, and weird disgust. When he thought she was crazy, he didn’t really think crazy like this. Not wanting to anger the lamb he just let her suck over the end of his foot as he recoiled his head and squinted in disdain.
For the assistant mayor however, her feeling was quite the opposite. While she knew how weird this looked, and while much of her was grossed out too, the second she had a taste the flavor overrode the other feelings. It was like her taste buds fired off on all cylinders. He really was as good as he looked, she thought. With the upper part of his foot in her mouth, she decided that she actually wanted more. This resulted in her inching the rest of his foot pad into her mouth, until his toes were now at the back of his throat.
While Bellwether's eyes opened more, Duke Weaselton couldn’t help but close his eyes in disgust and still fear at this action. Holy cow, this is so good, she thinks to herself. She doesn’t want to stop, but his feet are already at the back of the throat. Now what to do? She ponders. Momentarily worry clouds her mind as she doesn’t know, before she feels her instincts quietly kick in. Without thinking about it, and in a bit of surprise she takes her first swallow. She feels as his foot enters her throat and her mouth creeps up above his ankle. Wow, she thinks, that worked! Not only that but, he felt really good! Enjoying the rewards of her action she decides to try it again, can’t hurt after all. This results in another swallow to take effect as her legs creep up more of the weasel's calf.
Craving more, but not sure how much farther she can go, she takes a look at the other tender furry leg and grabs it deciding that it could work. She struggles with handling it momentarily before she finally gets a good grip and puts it in front of her face. Using the toes she squeezes them alongside the weasel's other leg as she jams it into her mouth. Now she can feel her mouth filling out quite a bit horizontally too. Continuing to follow the motions as before, she crams it into her maw and swallows it down with the other one.
The weasel now was almost shaking in concern. While his eyes were closed he could still feel the moisture around his foot. Not only that but he swore he could feel it rising up him. What is she doing, drooling all over me that freak? He thinks. Things only getting worse when she grabs his other leg and puts the two together. He wants to kick out and resist, but after what he did, the way she threatened him was simply too much. Without wanting to make her angrier he just hoped she could get whatever this twisted shit was out of her system quickly and easily. At this point he even hoped to just get injected with the serum to get it over with.
Bellwether on the other side was having the time of her life. While she was a little taller and heavier than the weasel, she didn’t think she was swallowing up to his knees bigger, but it was happening. This serum had to have done something to her deep down. But besides a causal thought, her attention was too focused on the delicious meal in front of her. With both legs tightly squeezed inside her mouth and throat she basked in the flavor that danced on her tongue. Over time his fur would dilute from her saliva, and with anxiousness she’d swallow again. This was always met with another delectable array of fresh flavors all over again and eventually the process repeated.
The saliva made a slippery squishing sound as once more she swallowed. This time putting both knees in her mouth. Another few seconds passed, and another swallow proceeded. Another few seconds, and another swallow. Now up to just below the weasel's waist, she started to notice something different. Wanting to look down, but simply unable to with the weasel's legs holding her straight and blocking her view, she felt the bottom most pressure of the weasel almost disappear. That’s odd, she thought. Not really too concerned though, she focused ahead taking another swallow. This one puts her mouth right around the animal's waist. It was then that she felt the lowest point of the weasel, his paw pads, resurface again. This came in the form of some added weight at the pit of her stomach. It was then that the assistant mayor realized how far she had made it.
Oh my god, almost half of him is inside me, her eyes slightly open again at that. But once again instinct kicked in. Like an itch causing her to want to swallow again, slurpp. Not caring too much to dwell on the feeling she puts the weasel's waist in her mouth as he sinks again.
Said weasel, couldn’t help but open an eye at this point. Still adhering to the sheep's warning he told himself he’d stay still and remain calm until whatever was going to happen would happen. He distracted himself through sporadic thoughts as much as possible, but as time passed, he felt himself getting damper and wetter. Not only that, but also warmer. When the feeling was around his ankle he had assumed the sheep was doing something freaky licking him up. But as the feeling continued to rise he was starting to get a bit confused. Why don’t I feel my feet drying up, he wondered. He thought her lips were remaining outside his legs just licking him up and down or something. But as her lips continued to rise, he still felt his legs were wet. Not only that, not wanting to move prior, he started to notice how the dampness had covered up how tight his legs felt. Even his feet felt pinned to one another. He tried to wiggle his legs ever so slightly, but he realized he couldn’t. Whatever was going on, he kept telling himself, wait it out, it will pass, but when that feeling reached below his crotch, and quickly consumed said crotch, he had to take a peek. Even with the fear of making the slightest mistake.
Looking down, his eyes dropped at the image. He saw his chest area below going down his body like usual, until it disappeared within the mouth of a sheep! It doesn’t usually do that! That can’t be right, he shouted internally in shock. But soon his fear was confirmed when the sheep's head inched forward with another swallow. This caused him to wince as he felt the motion he was becoming all too familiar with now as the wetness crept up some more. Oh my god. He thought, she was… she was eating him!
Instinctively he went to go and push at the lamb's head to free himself, but his arms couldn’t move from above and behind his head. He looked to both sides, reminded of the other lambs holding him. Said lambs had been watching since the beginning. At first they were weirded out too, but as more time passed they started picking up on what was going on. From the beginning they saw every inch of that weasel disappear into that inviting maw, as bulges formed out beneath her neck before disappearing in her belly. For quite some time they were confused, then they couldn’t believe what was happening, and now they were making quiet bets with one another if she could really succeed. The weasel tried to fight, but he wasn’t too hard for them to control.
Soon Bellwether was above Duke’s belly button and was approaching his chest. With dreamy eyes she looked out at the space between her and the weasel, barely paying attention to his look of panic as she was lost in bliss. Another full body swallow inches her up. But still, with just enough sense of her surroundings, she could tell he was beginning to struggle. This was made apparent on the outside, as well as the inside, as she felt her guts twisting and wiggling side to side. Wanting to speed up the process she went to swallow again before hearing a clink clink clink sound. Focusing, she made it out as the sound of the chains attached to her meal’s arm. Looking at it, and on all fours she ruggedly leaned to his left to pick up her right hand and snap.
Catching the attention of the other lambs she then pointed at said arm making the ruckus. The two lambs looked at it before looking at her again. With a roll of her eyes she looked at it again, and made an opening gesture with her right hand still in the air. One of the lambs asked, “you want us to undo the lock?” Wanting to make certain. Unable to nod her head with her mouth and throat stretched far beyond anything she ever had encountered, she settled on grunted ‘mmmmm hmmm’.
Said grunt was felt from the skin to the bones of the weasel. Being halfway inside of an animal gives you the perspective of where sound comes from. While this would have been interesting to him, feeling his legs vibrate deep within the cave of a sheep did not feel good.
Clink clink, a sound alerts his attention to the right. Seeing a key in the chain of his right arm he doesn’t even notice the next swallow that happened below. They were freeing him. Why? He thought. A final click was heard as the chain fell to the ground in clanking chaos. Looking at his free arm for a moment he then went to struggle again but the grips remained strong. Anyway, he tried to fight through and struggle more and more, but eventually he realized it was still no use.
Looking at the lamb in confusion his answer was met with another low rumble below him. Duke looked down at the lamb as the others did as well. Picking her right hand back up she made two strong motions. A point at one of the arms, followed by a point at her mouth. To make sure the message was clear she repeated the motion one more time.
For a moment the weasel looked on in confusion, but by the next moment both of his arms were pulling him forward leaning his upper body up a little. “Wait,” the weasel blundered as the arms were pinned to his side with his hands placed in front of the lamb's mouth. With another swallow he saw both hands enter his predator's mouth. “Guys come on, you can’t be serious?!” He pleaded. This was met with another swallow as the weasel felt his lower body pulled down, subsequently carrying his upper body closer to the mouth. Soon, the next thing he knew, his hands and middle body were well inside the lamb's tight throat. Oh, she was dead serious.
The following minutes were met with a lot of wrestling and fighting. The weasel would crane his body left and right, almost trying to pull his entire body outside of his predator through shear jerks alone. Simultaneously the lambs to his right and left would hold his arms stiff. Then, the lamb bellow would swallow and inch up his body some more. He had started to feel his legs bending, and once his legs were completely bent he spared a glance behind the lambs mouth to her midsection. Focusing on the image to make it clearer he thought it looked a bit wider horizontally than before. Feeling her wet stomach on his heels and knees he opted to rotate his knees clockwise and counterclockwise. Looking at where he pictured his knees he saw it. He saw an extra stretched out part of her stretched stomach slide up and down, up and down. While the lamb purred at the sensation the weasel stared at the movement deep inside said lamb. One thought went through his mind. This was a mistake.
Another jerk brings him closer to said bulge and he looks at the part of the lamb closer to him again. Now only another muzzle length away she looked down at the lamb with a mouth gaped open and dread plastered on his face. While the lambs to his side kept their hands on him, he realized that most of his arm was restricted solely by the lamb's throat at this point. Then another swallow pulled him and his arms deeper.
To assistant mayor Bellwether, things were going very smoothly. With her prey's arms secured in her throat and her assistants help, she was very optimistic about this weasel's future. While feeling strong and in charge, said weasels frantic motions did momentarily do a number on her. If it weren’t for her assistants, even with the progress she made, he likely would have been able to free himself. Now that wouldn’t have been good now would it, she thought. Not with a meal this succulent and delicious. Now approaching the weasel's shoulders she had also begun to notice the pressure down in her gut stretching her out with each. It still wasn’t much, but with each slow and strenuous wet swallow she could feel it growing. That little wiggle the weasel did had felt good, like an internal massage. She hoped he would do more of that later when he was completely packed inside.
However, even with the hands still around him, and with most of himself inside a lamb's gut, Duke continued to trash too and throw. Not too much to drain all of his energy, but enough to keep on fighting. It succeeded in only slowing down the process and making Bellwether's swallows more tiresome. But slowly and surely, a couple more swallows later and soon her lips cupped the weasel shoulder. It was at this point that the other lambs let go of their now light holds and took a step away. The weasel frantically watched them take a step back as the lamb he was mostly inside took the opportunity to swallow him again. The weasel’s shoulders entering her mouth allowed her to quickly slide up, now putting her teeth and lips around his throat. Now without any more assistants, what happened next was a battle just between Bellwether and Duke; Predator and prey.
It was here that Duke decided to give his last hurrah. While he was quite a bit drained, he still had enough gas in the tank to thrash himself to and fro. With another entire animal inside you, this was enough to cause Bellwether quite the discomfort. Like jerking a chair without touching the ground, she felt her knees and paws almost lift off the ground as she bounced left and right a little. The nausea was building, and if she didn’t act soon she was gonna be forced to regurgitate the weasel. Thinking about it some more the lamb stayed on that thought. No, regurgitate my meal. The same predator that used to eat my kind. A thrash shakes her to the right. The same predator that makes us live in fear. Another shake to the left. The same delicious predator… that belongs in my stomach! She thinks with renewed energy.
Stomaching down the nausea and forcing through it she focused on the positives. Like how this weasel was so tasty and belonged in her stomach, she continued on. A soon to be gag, was quickly interrupted with a forced swallow. The weasel's head was forced up as he was tightly lowered deeper inside her. With her lips now at the top of the neck he trashed some more from deep inside the lamb, albeit a tad weaker. This was met with another swallow as her mouth stretched around the bottom of the muzzle, and the back of the weasel's head.
Not liking where this was going the weasel trashed and spoke in desperation, “Come. On assistant mayor. You- can’t rea-,” another swallow interrupts his words. His muzzle was now pointed directly away from the lamb with his chin perpendicular to the lamb's eyes. The lamb’s lips now covering the same part of the bottom of his muzzle, the difference being that now the weasel's ears were covered and also inside her mouth. “This is impossible! You can’t really fit a-,” another strenuous swallow pushes the weasel in deeper. Her belly bulges out some more as now just the ending half of his muzzle sticks out the mouth of the lamb. Unable to open his mouth much or wiggle too much he still tried to do both, “it’s not too late! Please don’-,” Hurkk squish, a strenuous motion takes place. Every muscle within the lamb simultaneously pushes down on the weasel, stuffing him more into her stomach as she swallows. This swallow interrupts said weasel again as his muzzle sinks further into her mouth. Now only the very tip of his nose and mouth stick out through round almost closed lips. ‘Mmmmm mmm!” He goes to plead again, but is unable to as the lamb's teeth surround and keep his muzzle shut. Momentarily the lamb tastes the muzzle of the animal inside her. Mmmm, she thinks, this part has some extra flavor, she notices while her tongue and the roof of her mouth brush over the small prickly furs of the weasels muzzle.
Starting to feel his trashing acting up again, she swallows once more. The tip of the muzzle slides deeper, as for the first time in a long time, her mouth is completely closed. The two other lambs stare at her in shock as she casually looks at them. Opening her mouth for a moment the two can see the top of the weasel's muzzle now sticking just outside of her tight throat. As they stare in fascination they jerk back slightly as they see it quickly wiggle left and right within its confines. This is met with a slight wince in Bellwether’s face. Clearly she could feel him still struggling.
Closing her mouth she gets up from her front paws and puts her weight on her seated back legs. One eye squeezes shut as she feels the weasel thrusts to and fro in her throat and belly. Said belly glorps and pushes out to the left and right, stretching as his legs push in any and all directions. Looking like a monster containing some vicious animal she hangs on before placing one hand on her now semi engorged belly, and one on her semi engorged throat. Getting her bearings she blankly looks out as she fidgets internally while the struggle continues. The other lambs almost get worried she's gonna either burst or puke up a wet weasel in front of them. But with a loud wet GULPPP, those fears are subsided.
The outstretched skin around her throat wiggles as distinct lumps move down. The final lump goes from the back of her throat, to the bottom middle of her throat. Like a flamingo eating a pigeon it wiggles as much as it can to the sides. Still feeling the trashing Bellwether takes another moment… before swallowing again. Mouth still closed, a loud squelch is heard as the last of the weasel's body lowers down into her chest as her belly distends even a bit more. With her eyes now completely closed the assistant mayor stays like this. Taking her bearings, with a strong hold on the animal deep inside her, she doesn’t trash or wiggle anymore. But the weasel is still just not completely where he belongs. Relaxing her head down, focusing deep within her neck she aims and gives a final powerful swallow. This causes her body to rise ever so slightly through the gulping motion. This sends the last of the weasel down, jammed into her hungry and distended belly.
Slowly she opens her eyes and mouth, “Ahhhhhhhh,” she expresses relief. Looking at the two other lambs in the room who would be sweating if they could, she says one word, “delicious.”
Her eyes look down below admiring her new form. While sheep naturally have a slight roundness to their guts, stuffing an entire weasel inside stretched her gut out much farther. The once slight angle from her belly button to her side was now much steeper as it looked like she had a heavy globe inside her midsection. Slowly she places a hand on her distended belly and rubs. The motion feels great as she feels the motion simultaneously in her hand, and in her belly itself. Her stomach is so engorged in fact, that she almost feels like it’s pushing against her hand more than her hand pushes against it. Sticking out from the center of the lamb, her round belly pushes her belly button out as well directly in front of her. Most of the weight is still within her middle which helps keep her stomach where it belongs, but the farther points of her stomach are just fair enough to cause the smallest of dips to her swollen area.
She rubs around her belly imagining this must be what it likes to be heavily pregnant. Except instead of feeling the pressure of smaller lambs in a comfortable womb, it was a single larger weasel trapped within her stomach. Not a place any animal would want to be.
While rubbing along her outside she feels a stir within her stomach. The weasel must be making himself comfortable, she thinks as she smiles evilly at the stuffed and stretched mound below her. It feels wonderful to her. Finally she gets to show a predator what it's like to be a prey like her. No wait, a predator like her. The thought causes a surge of power to roll over her like a wave, starting from the crevice between the front of her legs, over the outside of her stomach, and ending at her mouth. Basking in the feeling she gets a little motivation. Deciding to taunt her meal a little she speaks up, “You know what, yes I think I can,” she with her mouth aimed at the weasel again. Just this time, the weasel had already traveled through said mouth.
Another spurt of wiggles commence. Inside the weasel could not find any comfort no matter how hard he tried. Squeezed and compressed from all sides, saying this was uncomfortable would be a massive understatement. While his surroundings made quite a sphere, he could still feel pressure spread throughout his body with only the tiniest differences in pressure points depending how far away parts of him from his center. Tightly compact into a fetal position, if he tried real hard, he could rotate his body just a little bit. Doing this a few times straightened him up just enough so his head was above his feat again. Now ‘comfortable’ he left the distended belly in the slightest of oval shapes, as it hugged him closely into the middle of the lamb.
If someone were to take an x-ray they would see a lambs head up top smiling, and legs at the very bottom supporting the extra weight of all of Duke. Going up from the legs would be rows of intestines tightly compacted, and going down from the mouth would be one throat the weasel was already well familiar with and a pair of ribs. Then below the slightly accommodating ribs, and above the entrance to the small intestines, you’d find the same everything, belonging to a weasel compacted into itself as tight as possible.
“You know what? I think I can,” the weasel hears a deep voice around him. Not liking the sound of the message or the voice Duke felt forced to respond. Pushing against the stomach lining, not feeling he really had a choice, he awkwardly shouted a response, “think you can what?!”
On the outside with a low rumble Bellwether turned her head and aimed her ear towards her large satisfied belly. Just barely through the little bit of fat skin and wool she hears him ask his question from deep inside her. Smiling, she puts her head back upright and glances down, “really fit a weasel inside my stomach of course.” She replies giddily, “that’s what you were shouting before my eating you cut you off right?” Using a mocking voice she imitates him, “you can’t really fit a–... I heard you saying. Well looking at my bulging belly, I’m sure you can also see the answer to your question.” She finishes, rubbing around her belly once more, slightly pushing in and probing. One of which shakes a bubble within her, sending it up through her mouth with a taint Burppp, “ughh, excuse me.”
In disbelief, the weasel was shocked that what had happened, had actually happened. While yes, eating the fox was beyond ridiculous at the time, he thought it was a one in a million fluke with all the perfect scenarios playing out. And while he was truly right, how could he have predicted being part of another one in a million fluke with this serum bs. How lucky and unlucky was this weasel! Knowing better than anyone else in the world what was coming, he accepted defeat. Craning his neck he glanced down to look at his big round buttcheecks below him one more time. Well Nicky, it was nice while it lasted, he thinks. The stomach wall pushes into him slightly, jiggling him and his surroundings as the digestion process starts.
