It was a busy friday night at the bar, patrons loudly conversing and playing pool as Amy tried to squeeze past to do her job. She had just finished high school a few weeks ago, and her parents had insisted that she get a summer job before college. After several nerve-wracking interviews that ultimately led to nothing, she had managed to get a job bussing tables at a dive bar in town. The pay was nothing she could complain about, and the coworkers seemed nice enough most of the time. She had noticed, however, that the bar had a high turnover rate for front end staff, as management did not enforce any rules about what customers did. As far as they were concerned, a glowing review from a satisfied customer was all that mattered.
She was roused from her thoughts as she bumped into a large bull. The man turned to glare down at her for a moment, and she profusely apologized for her mistake. Luckily he turned his attention away from her and back towards his friends without saying anything. She breathed a momentary sigh of relief, as she spotted a recently vacated table that had several plates and glasses sitting on it. She quickly gathered the materials onto a tray, pulling a rag from her apron and wiping the table down for the next guests to come along. At least I have tomorrow off, she thought as she brought the dishes to the kitchen.
She stopped in the bathroom quickly and admired her reflection in the mirror. Her white and pink pelt shined brightly under the fluorescent bathroom lights, and she splashed some water onto her tired muzzle as she tried to shake away the sleep deprivation. She sighed, forcing herself to smile, wagging her tail slowly behind her. At least I'm still cute, she thought. It was no bit of condescension to think so. Amy was rather short for a fox, standing at only 5’4”, but her pelt glistened in the light. Her boobs certainly left something to be desired, but she more than made up for it with her lithe frame and ample thighs. She had been described before as “bottom-heavy” by her friends. She sighed as she thought about them.. Most of them were moving away for college. What if I never see them again? She thought sadly, a frown creeping onto her face as she looked down at the floor. No, I'm sure they won't forget me, she tried to tell herself, forcing the smile back onto her face as she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She took a deep breath before stepping back out into the bar.
The next hour was spent the same way: politely side-stepping patrons, cleaning tables and occasionally helping the waitresses bring food out to tables. Plenty of men and a few women would slap her ass as she walked past, though she was mostly unphased by it at this point. Her lack of reaction did however seem to upset some of the patrons, who started spanking her far harder on subsequent attempts. She had long since accepted that her ass would be red after this shift, but she planned to sleep in tomorrow anyway, so being unable to sit right wouldn't be much of a problem. 8 pm.. Just 5 more hours to go..
“Hey,” said a man’s voice behind her suddenly, pulling her brain out of autopilot. She turned towards the source of the noise and looked up at the man. He was a buck, easily a foot and a half taller than her, with antlers that made him look all the more imposing. He was dressed in a graphic tee and a pair of sweatpants, neither of which did anything to hide his rippling muscle or the massive bulge in his pants. She did her best to smile as she looked up at him.
“Yes sir, how can I help you?” she asked in her best customer service voice, her tail flicking once behind her. The buck seemed wholly unimpressed, taking a step towards her, his hooves heavy on the floor. She gulped.
“Strip,” he spat, the command as firm as his gaze.
Amy nodded her head obediently. This was far from uncommon in the bar. Ironically she had been a virgin before coming here, but in two weeks she had been thoroughly choked, slapped, beaten and bred. Thankfully her more senior coworkers were able to give her plenty of advice on how to give a proper blow job, a new skill that had earned her a few tips.
She quickly stripped off her uniform, starting with the black tee shirt that had the bar’s name on the backside. He stared her up and down, taking notice of her pink lace bra that practically faded into her pelt. She was quick to remove it as well, letting her B-cup tits free. He flared his nostrils as he exhaled, clearly unimpressed. Well no need to hurt my feelings, she mentally groaned. Next she undid the knot on her apron, dropping it to the floor before removing her skirt and panties, followed lastly by stripping off her knee-high stockings(which were oddly enough part of her mandatory uniform).
The buck brushed his deep gray hair back, his hand brushing against the white fur of his face. His muscular arms were covered in patches of gray with black speckles, and she could clearly see his six-pack even with the white t-shirt covering them. Amy quickly noticed his friends sitting at the table behind him, a bulldog and a tiger who were talking amongst themselves as they looked over at her occasionally, giggling like school girls. Amy gulped.
“How can I help you, sir?” she repeated obediently, doing her best to force a smile even as the blush spread across her face as she noticed that far more people in the bar were glancing at her.
“On your knees,” the buck said firmly, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to the ground before she could even comply. Oh, okay.. You can do this Amy! At least he isn't a horse.. She thought, obediently taking hold of his sweatpants and trying to pull them down to expose his twitching erection. The buck smacked her across the face, pushing her back a step.
“I-I’m sorry sir..” she quickly apologized, biting her lip as she looked down at the floor. His friends at the table audibly laughed at her, causing her to blush even harder. Worst of all, she could feel her own cock hardening between her legs, causing her a fresh wave of embarrassment.
“That's for the ladies,” the buck snorted, causing Amy to recoil in irritation.
Okay, I know I signed a contract that said they can do whatever they want to me, but that was just offensive! she thought. She opened her mouth to protest, but immediately snapped it shut again, fearing what her parents would do to her if she were fired.
The buck grabbed her head roughly, his strong hand crushing her right ear as he dragged her closer to him, pressing her face firmly against his stomach. She could feel the uneven surface of his abs against her cheek, but there was something else that caught her attention. His stomach growled loudly, as if it hadn't been given food in months. She felt herself pale as her blood ran cold. “The food here fucking sucks,” he sneered. “It's not even fucking filling.”
She nodded her head quickly. “Y-yes sir, I'm very sorry-”
“Did I ask you to fucking speak?” he cut her off, pushing her back and smacking her across the face again. She whimpered softly in pain but got the hint, keeping her mouth shut even as his friends gawked at her. She could feel her erection at full force, and his friends noticed it, audibly mocking her for being turned on by this. She bit her tongue, fighting the desire to say something.
The buck flared his nostrils again as he glared down at her, shaking his head slowly. It reminded her of the way her father looked at her whenever she got bad grades or forgot to do her chores. “Bar snacks don't talk,” he spat, and suddenly she realized the truth. Oh.. He wasn't trying to misgender me! He's saying that I'm.. Food.. Oh.. She gulped as the realization hit her. The buck pulled his pants down finally, exposing his cock to her. She gasped as she looked at his length, he had the biggest dick she'd ever seen! He was easily as big as her forearm, and even thicker. She almost felt glad he didn't want her to suck it, as she highly doubted she would even be able to get her lips around his tip, let alone fit the shaft down her throat.
The buck turned around, showing off his firm ass as he pushed her muzzle against it. Amy couldn't help but gag at the stench. The buck was clearly uninterested in her opinions, his small tail brushing against the top of her head as he roughly smacked the back of her head, cramming her muzzle into his pucker. She squeezed her jaw shut, doing her best not to inhale the rank scent as she closed her eyes. Maybe he'll let me out? She thought, though in her heart she already knew the truth. She was already dead. She hardly even registered it as her entire head was pushed into his hungry asshole. Her shoulders popped inside, and she could feel his insides squeezing around her tightly as her perky breasts were dragged into his rump. The sounds of the bar were incredibly muffled, but even without hearing it she knew his friends were pointing at her as she vanished into his rear and laughing at her. The thought sent her over the edge as she came, a thin stream of clear cum leaking out of her tip and staining her discarded clothes. She could hear his friend's uproar of laughter at the shameful display, and before she knew it she was crammed up to her stomach in the deer’s rectum. She sighed in defeat, accidentally taking in a deep breath of the smell and feeling herself retch at the nauseating aroma.
I’m about to die and he didn't even want to taste me, she thought. It made it even more degrading, to know she was food, and not even worth tasting. Not even worth teasing. Not even worth knowing her name. She realized then that she didn't know the buck’s name either. I’m going to die, she thought. He’s going to digest me, and shit me back out the same hole, and my parents won't even know the name of the man who killed me. She was roused from the humiliating thought as she felt him get stuck on her thick ass. She felt a momentary surge of hope that he might give up, before the deer simply grabbed his asscheek and pulled it apart, allowing her butt to be easily swallowed up by his. Her heart dropped back into her stomach. Guess my fat ass didn't do anything for me in the end.
She could feel the deer start moving as he quickly slurped up her legs, and she could finally feel her head pressing out into the next chamber. He firmly sat down at his seat at the table next to his friends, the movement forcing her legs into his asshole and sealing her fully inside. She was just his dinner now, she thought, as she was pushed out into his waiting stomach. Her spirits dropped even further, even in the pitch black of his gut she could feel around at her surroundings, and she registered that she was sitting in a pool of liquor, filled with floating chunks of half-digested pretzels and pizza. She gulped. I’m not even dinner.. She realized. I’m a late night snack..
Over the next minutes, her legs slowly joined her in his stomach, the organ easily expanding to contain her whole body. The pool of booze smelled vile, but at least it was only covering her ass and ankles as she was crammed into the fetal position. She felt the buck give his belly a possessive pat which landed on her head, causing her to blush. All the times in her life she'd thought about what it might be like when she was inevitably eaten, she hoped she'd gone to a woman even prettier than she was, another fox perhaps or maybe a dragon. She thought they'd tease her about being food or how she would pad out her tits when she was absorbed into their body, yet now she realized she was stuck in a far worse predicament. The buck clearly had no interest in teasing her, in fact he'd already gone back to conversing with his friends as if nothing had just happened. She could already assume one of the other waitresses had picked her uniform up off the ground and thrown the outfit into the laundry bin at the back of the office, to be washed and given to the next girl they hired who would inevitably end up churned into shit. She was scared to admit that the thought turned her on, as she realized just how degrading her situation was. She was just food now, plain and simple. Her predator didn't care in the least that he'd killed her, to him it was just food, and not even good tasting food at that. Not good enough to even bother tasting.
She was stirred from the thought by the sound of dripping liquid, as the buck took another swig of his booze. The liquor splashed down into his gut, the impact knocking it up into her face. She spat and wiped it out of her fur, before immediately realizing how pointless it was to do so. As soon as she'd gotten the alcohol out of her nose, another bite of pretzel landed in his gut, splashing more alcohol into her face. She sighed in defeat, curling up into a tighter ball. She debated trying to beg the deer for mercy, but she already knew that he wouldn't take pity on her. He likely would just ignore her words completely, if he could even hear her through the sounds of his groaning belly anyway. The sounds of the bar were incredibly muffled for her, the music sounding far away, as if on the other side of the building, and most of the conversations in the room were drowned out by the sound of the stomach happily gurgling around her. Well at least his stomach is happy to have me, she thought, letting out a heavy sigh as she started masturbating. Her situation was utterly humiliating, even moreso than she'd ever expected her death would be. She could hear one of his friends make a comment mocking her as she let out a shaky moan, but it only spurred her on more. She came in mere seconds, thin streams of cum shooting up and landing on her chest, staining her pretty pelt even further. She couldn't have cared less. It was only a matter of minutes before she felt herself grow hard again.
She went several rounds in the same routine. She'd cum, her dick would soften, he'd eat more pretzels and booze, and she'd get hard and jerk off again. She wasn't sure if it was more or less degrading that he was completely ignoring her rather than mocking her, but it didn't matter. She was food now, she had to accept that. She felt her prison shift around suddenly, more of her pelt getting covered in booze as it sloshed around. Amy realized quickly that the buck had stood up, walking over to the bar and hopping up on a bar stool. She could hear him talking to someone, likely the bartender, and her suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later when a cocktail was spilled onto her face, soaking her ears and hair in whiskey. The smell was far stronger than the beer she was stewing in, and suddenly she realized that she couldn't feel her legs anymore, pushing a hand into the pool of liquid to check, she could feel that her feet were still fully solid, just numb to the touch. Am I even digesting? Or is that just because of the alcohol?
She could hear a woman’s voice as the stomach sloshed again with movement, and suddenly Amy was tipped onto her side as his gut shifted and groaned. The woman’s voice quickly turned to loud moans of pleasure as Amy realized what was happening. She bit her lip, touching herself more frantically as she groped at her breasts, the river of booze drenching over her face as she came, her cum simply landing in the lake of alcohol that covered her half-digested body. She could feel herself softening as the buck thrusted his thick cock into the unknown woman, and Amy heard as she screamed in pleasure as he came inside her, gasping and moaning his name. She felt almost disappointed to have learned the name of her predator. It felt like she actually had a trace of information rather than the complete lack she'd been used to. It didn't help her irritation that it turned out his name was Trevor.
I’m going to get turned into pudge on a deer, she thought. I’m a fox, about to become the bowel movement of a deer.. How ironic is that.. Her thoughts hit a new level of degradation as she realized something else; Trevor had a lot of muscle, he definitely worked out. No, I'm not even going to be pudge! He's going to work me off like the extra calories of eating one too many protein bars!
Another hour later, covered in booze, pretzels, and her own shame, Lilith finally felt her body giving away. She sighed, her body mostly melted as she could hear the buck snoring softly, letting out a fart as she melted away inside of his gut. She was about to die, and he would shit her out in a few hours and forget she ever existed. Her friends and family had no idea where she went, though she knew deep down that they'd hardly even miss her. After all.. All she was good for was a couple calories. She let out a deep sigh as she willed her head to sink into the pool of digestive acids and liquor, and she could feel a hand rub the bulge her head made in his gut as she did so, the final thing she felt before she slipped away into his small intestine.
Trevor awoke several hours later, his stomach already having shrunk to a tiny potbelly that barely interrupted the flow of his muscles. He stretched as he rolled out of bed, grabbing his phone as he went to the bathroom, sending his girlfriend a text as he sat down on the toilet seat.
 
 
Big Bucks[7:43 am]: hey beautiful, you felt amazing last night at the bar 😘
 
 
He let out a soft groan of effort as the first logs of shit pushed out of his ass, landing in the water with a soft splash.
 
 
Dat Ass Doe[7:44 am]: gods above, so did you.. I'm sorry I didn't stay the night, I wish I could have..
 
 
Trevor shrugged as he read the text, letting out a quiet toot between the turds that dropped into the bowl.
 
 
Big Bucks[7:48 am]: you're fine babe 😘 How boring is summer school?
 
 
Dat Ass Doe[7:50 am]: ugggggggghhh I hate ittttt.. This is boring as hell, I don't give a fuck about physics when I could be snuggling with my stallion right now 😡
 
 
Trevor chuckled as he read the text, letting out a deep sigh as he patted his belly. It was already back to its normal size, as if Amy had never even existed.
 
 
Dat Ass Doe[7:51 am]: There's this one fox though who's usually in this class with me and she's not even here today! I should have skipped class too, that lucky bitch…
 
 
Big Bucks[7:52 am]: I'm sorry baby, that sucks
 
 
Trevor shrugged off the comment as he felt the cracked skull of his late night snack drop into the toilet, immediately breaking into two pieces as it landed on top of the pile of shit. It smelled absolutely vile as he stood up, sparing a single glance at the pile of brown logs filled with pink and white fur before flushing it down the drain. He hummed a tune as he washed his hands and went to go make some breakfast.