CONTENT WARNING: Contains F/M, Oral Vore, Anthro Pred, Anthro Prey, Farting (in the face), Unwilling, Fatal Digestion, and Weight Gain

The town of Thermidora was as lively as ever. It was somewhere in the mid evening, right at its Dusk period, with a dim orange sky being the result of the setting sun. Numerous neon lights lit up the port city's skyline, with many citizens, human and anthro alike, went about their business. This concerned things like shopping, dining, going out for drinks, or heading out for a long and tiring night shift at work.

Atop the roof of a small, run-down bar, a certain Fennec gal set along the edge of the roof, scoping out the city below for anyone of interest. This lady was Stella, an assassin with red fur and green eyes, wearing a dark gray, skin-tight outfit. Currently, she was out on the hunt, keeping an eye on her target.


Despite its rich history and culture, Thermidora , like any metropolis, was a hub for underworld and underworld activity, from small time shoplifters to magic-wielding anarchists. When it came to bounty hunting, there were plenty of contracts for a skilled hunter to take on and make a living in the city.


Stella was one of these very assassins, working for a guild deeper in the city. Back in Algeria, her homeland, she was a fairly insignificant being, living a poor lifestyle until she attracted the Guild's attention. After taking on a job for them, she accepted an offer to move to Thermidora , helping them more directly while being allured with promises of prosperity.


And those claims turned out to be true. Stella was able to get a solid paycheck...and quite the fat ass. Though quite a few contracts specified the target being taken out in a specific way, many of them were free to be eliminated however the hunter desired...and Stella had her own way of elimination.


GGRRRROOOOOWWWWWW


Her stomach emitted a bassy rumble, loud enough to cause it to visibly move. She rubs it gently. “Quiet down. He's gonna be here soon enough.”


Her attention returned to the streets, scouting out the avenue. This street was fairly quiet compared to the rest of the city. A few cars drove by, two humans drunkenly stumbling to their apartment, a deer woman with a baby in a stroller, and...


“There!”


An anthro fennec fox with a light brown coat, a rather shifty looking guy constantly gazing around before ducking away into an alley. According to the contract, this man was a magical artifact smuggler, part of a group that was illegally exporting artifacts from the ruins along the city outskirts to black market buyers. The fennec in the alley was currently waiting to retrieve an artifact from a fellow smuggler.

Little did he know that his contact was currently residing as Stella's ass fat.


Speaking of which, the assassin leapt from the rooftop, landing on a narrow perch on the building nextdoor . The way she was positioned, she was right above the smuggler. She reaches behind her back, pulling down part of her suit to reveal her massive rump. Her way of immobilizing the bounty was...admittedly rather gross, but he had it coming.


Meanwhile, the smuggler stood around impatiently, obviously quite anxious to get his artifact and get moving. He had already been ratted out by an accomplice he stabbed in the back, and that if someone spotted him, he was done for.


He paced back and forth, waiting a long while for his friend to show up...to no avail. Just when he was about to take off and make himself scarce, a shadow began to blot out the dim street light. He looked up in shock as he saw Stella's massive ass aimed right at his face. Before he could even react...

FWOMPH

He was forced right onto the dirt ground, face full of fox booty. His snout was lodged right between the cheeks, unable to move them off due to her legs pinning his arms down. The few muffled screams he managed to emit were drowned out by Stella's body, unable to be heard by anyone around.


A deep growl came from the hunter's body, followed by her making a slight grunt.


BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT


A massive blast of gas erupted from Stella's rump, right onto her prey below her. His senses were overwhelmed with the stench, and that wasn't all. He felt his very grip on consciousness weakening, barely able to move his limbs or open his mouth.


Eventually, his vision faded as he was knocked out cold.

…

“Hey, buddy, up and at ' em .”


The smuggler groaned awake as he tried to open his eyes. His vision remained blurry before fixing his eyes on Stella. The fennec was standing just to the side, leaning on a support while looking through his wallet. Upon looking around, they seemed to be in some abandoned old office building in the older part of town. He tried to move...only to find that his hands and feet were bound.

“W... what the-”


“What? Couldn't let ya go running off after tracking you down for the past two days.” Stella replied with a chuckle as she flipped through the bills before putting the wallet away. “Oh, wow, you made quite the small fortune off of selling these artifacts of yours, didn't ya ?”


He gulps. “You...you pinned me down back in the alley and...”


She chuckles. “Good to see your memory still works. Yeah, your buddy left behind a lot of gas, so...I dunno , excuse me or something?” She shrugs apathetically.

FFFFRRRRTTTT!


Another loud fart escaped her rear, causing the scoundrel to wrinkle his nose. He was disgusted, naturally...but also partially horrified that his partner was mercilessly gurgled up, little more than a harmless puff of ass gas.


“Now...onto more important matters...I believe you were looking for this?” He digs through her satchel, pulling out a magic totem with a slight magenta glow. “You know damn well these things will get ya killed, yeah?”


He gulps. “L-look, I was just trying to make a living! I just wanna earn enough to get out of this cesspool!”

Stella kneels down to him. “Buddy, I know the feeling, and I'm sure your intentions were...noble, I guess. But hey, I don't make the rules around here. I'm trying to make a living, too, and if I have to take out trash like you, I most certainly will.”


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She smirks, looking down at the fellow fennec with hungry eyes. “Besides, I haven't had anything to eat all day, aside from that friend of yours this morning. I need something to fill me up, and I don't get to eat many of my own kind these days!”


The smuggler was straight up whimpering at this state. “A...a pred...?!” He adjusts himself so that he's on his hand and knees in a begging position. “P-please spare me! I'll give you everything I have.”


Stella wasn't amused in the slightest. “Everything you have?” She scoffs “Just how short-sighted are ya, huh? I have your money, your artifact, and you gave up all the rest of your possessions when you went into hiding. The only thing you can give me right now is a good meal, a fat butt, and lots of gas.”


Before he could open his mouth to speak again, Stella opened up her maw, inserting his snout right into it. He emitted a muffled scream down Stella's throat as he squirmed, though it was hard to fight back while bound. His ears folded back instinctively as his head was pulled in, Stella's tongue dragging across his chin and neck.

Grabbing him by the waist, the assassin pulled him in, reaching based his neck and shoulders. He was fairly lanky, so getting him down wasn't any issue...though he did have a rather unsavory taste. Despite that, she was able to fit more of him down, her throat bulging out. She eventually finished the torso, making her way down the hips and butt. She tilted her maw upwards, letting gravity help bring her prey down.


“ Mmmmmmph ! Mmmmph ! Hmmmmmph !”


The muffled cries for help kept on as Stella's gut began to bulge out a bit. She kept swallowing the legs, eventually reaching the feet. She didn't want to swallow the shoes...but there couldn't be one trace of evidence left. So, without hesitation, down they went into her throat. She shuts her maw, feeling her esophagus filled with her prey.


...UUUULP

The rest of him was sent into her stomach, causing it to bloat out considerably.


HHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!

Stella sighed in pleasure after her unladylike outburst. “Heh, ' scuse me.”


Her already active belly began to get rather squirmy, her target shifting around inside.


“L-let me out! Pleaaase !”


She traces her round stomach. “Oh, I'll let you out soon...just not out the mouth.”

PPPRTTT!

Stella merely rested against the wall as she let her belly take care of the prey. She pulled out her phone, playing some overly cute Gacha Game while she waited. All the while, her enlarged gut churned and bubbled as her target cried and babbled to be let out, to no avail. Occasionally, she'd lift up her leg to ease some pressure.


FFRRRAAPPP!


Eventually, her stomach began to shrunk as the struggles got weaker and the cries got quieter. She couldn't even make out any words, just bubbly mumbles.


Stella puts her phone away, looking down and resting her hands on her belly. “And you'll be dead right about...”


GGGGGGRRRRRROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLL


FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!

“...now. All that remains is to finish the load.”


Her stomach grew even louder as it slowly shrunk, pumping what's left of the bounty into her intestines.

GLUT!


GLUT!


GLUT!


GLUT!

All the while, her ass cheeks puffed up some more, being filled with another layer of fat.

RRMMMMMMBLE


Her belly was reduced to a small, slightly bloated sphere. She rests one hand on it, going over her butt with the other.


“Perfect! Now, to get rid of all this methane...”


She lifts up her tail.

POOT!


PPPRRRRRRTT!


…


...FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

The blast lasted for well over a minute, with the fennec panting as her gaseous release.


FRRRRT!


“Target eliminated!” She giggles, fanning her butt nonchalantly. “I love my job.”

Without a second more to waist, she slides open the window and perches herself on the ledge.


BBLLLLLLLRRRRTTTTT!


She releases one last blast before leaping off, disappearing into the urban sprawl of Thermidora .

…

One dreamless night of sleep, one glass of brandy to wash away the aftertaste, and quite a few toots, Stella was back inside of her apartment. Though it paled in comparison to many of the villas and luxury penthouses, it was fairly clean and spacious, good enough to live in comfortably.

Stella, now changed into normal civilian clothes consisting of dark jeans and a gray leather coat, was laying down on her belly up against her bed, browsing through her laptop. She had gotten paid for the target, but she was interested in making a few more bucks. She still had an artifact on her, and she planned on selling it for the right price. Keeping it would only result in her ending up like the Smuggler.


At first, she merely planned on giving it to the City Government. The price was...fairly negligible, but at least it'd get her something. However, before she could send them anything, she got a message from a potential buyer.

“.. okay, now we're talking!” Stella quietly relays to herself. Apparently, this benefactor was another fennec by the name of Bray.


“Huh, some kinda Mage Aristocrat, eh? He looks pretty cute .” She giggles slightly, gently swaying her hips. “Looks like he lives in the Emerald Garden's neighborhood, where all the rich folk have their fancy villas. Well, if he's paying, I've got nothing to complain about.”


She stands up, grabbing the artifact and sliding her shoes on. Before leaving, she looks down at her ass. “And if things go awry, his face will make a good seat!”


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