The gentlest of breezes caused an open window in the royal palace to creak back and forth an inch at a time. Moonlight shone brightly through the exposed portal with chilly air filling the unoccupied kitchen. A plump mouse, nose working and whiskers quivering, made her way through the gap in the palace’s defenses. Julia’s nose got her this far, the mouse adjusting the scarf about her neck. She could almost see her breath in the outdoor frigidness, but once she cleared the threshold and hopped down to the countertop, things got warmer. Despite her hefty build, the cold had been cutting deep through her fur. The chubby mouse spent the first minute rubbing her sides and warming up, peeking about the vacant kitchen to place exactly what was causing the delicious aromas to waft outward. “This better be worth it,” Julia mumbled while rubbing her paws together. Once warmed up, she tossed the fringed edge of her scarf over her shoulder, fell to all fours, and began exploring the palace kitchen. She had to squint, as the only light came from the nearby hallway.

Despite her grumblings, Julia was excited. Her white-furred belly had rumbled greatly when the sweet scents had first reached her snout earlier. Given that she hadn’t had much to eat as of late, a royal feast was just what the doctor ordered. Julia was well-aware of the defenses the palace sported against her kind: A vicious cat named Princess, whose outward demeanor did nothing to placate any rodent that crossed her path. The fat mouse wasn’t used to being so hungry, though Julia refused to admit to herself that her hunger was making her take such a large risk. She found a chair and used it to make two easy leaps to the floor. “That lazy cat’s probably roasting her rump by the fireplace,” she scoffed, hearing, seeing, and smelling no signs of the dangerous feline.

The journey for food continued for several minutes with Julia pitter-pattering across the wide kitchen. She grew more confused and frustrated, not having found any sweets or food at all exposed or available. “Come on,” she growled, starting to peek into cabinets. “Nothing… Wait, what was that?” Julia skittered into a corner and curled defensively, hearing something – or someone – approaching. The brown-furred invader spotted another mouse making their way across the kitchen floor! She wore a royal maid outfit and was half Julia’s size at best… but just as chubby. Julia leaned forward, snout up and twitching, with her tongue slipping over her lips. “No wonder I couldn’t find what was smelling so tantalizing,” she grinned. Her stomach groaned some at the sight of what had lured her into the palace that night. She sat and watched a moment more, to see what the maid was up to.

The other mouse had no idea Julia was lurking, carrying a small unladen tray and focused with whatever she was tasked with. Julia ran a paw over her grumbling belly to settle it some, not wanting to give herself away to her meal-to-be. Not what I was expecting, but she’ll definitely do. Julia crept out from the corner and began slinking along the floor of the kitchen, slowly approaching the unobservant maid mouse simply trying to perform her duties. The maid waddled her way over to a specific area of the kitchen, rubbed her paws together in anticipation, and began scaling it with well-practiced ease. Julia saw the mouse’s tail sway and couldn’t stop herself: The plump mouse was dinner!

Julia suddenly scrambled forward, paws noisily clacking to the floor as she motored to her target. The maid’s round ears flicked and she turned to see a fat scarf-wearing mouse careening towards her! She let out a frightened squeak and lost her grip to the cabinet she was scaling, only managing to cling to the wood an instant before dropping to the floor with a dull thump. Julia’s eyes widened in delight in no longer having to scale anything to dine and closed the distance. She came to a halt and loomed over the defenseless maid. Both heard a fresh rumble from Julia’s white-furred belly, the maid trying to use her small tray as a barrier and cowering her face behind it. “Don’t be shy,” Julia taunted, able to yank the tray from the maid’s grasp and tossing it aside, it clattering to a noisy stop a foot away. Julia fell to all fours and began snuffling up and around the maid’s body. The sweet-smelling mouse bunched up on the ground and curled, feeling the twitching snout press to her fur and outfit and take several sniffs.

“Wh-what are you doing here? What do you want?” The maid tried to scoot away, but yelped as one of Julia’s hind paws pinned her tail in place. Julia didn’t answer, instead taking a lick of the plump maid’s cheek, uttering out an approving sound after.

“Mmm, can’t believe someone like you would smell so good and have a scent so strong! It’s almost like you bathe yourself in tasty treats.” The maid quivered when Julia pressed a paw under the cowering maid’s chin and lifted it, so they were eye to eye. “Tell me, my delicious plump midnight snack. What’s your name?”

“N… N-Nikki,” the made squeaked. The tip of her tail twitched uselessly along the ground as she cowered under the larger mouse’s dominance. She couldn’t look away from Julia’s eyes with their captivating hunger plain on their features. “W-why are you t-t-talking like that? Y-you’re not a cat! You c-can’t eat m-me...”

“Ohoho, but I can, little Nikki.” Julia opened her maw wide before the cowering maid and showed off just how easy it would be to shove her plump body into her muzzle. Julia let her tongue ooze out and dribble spots of drool over the outfit. Nikki whimpered and tried to squirm away but Julia held her in place by the tail pin. Julia clacked her jaws closed as her belly grumbled, tail swishing merrily. “I’m guessing you serve that fat lazy feline, who I’m sure you’d just end up being eaten by anyway.”

“She… Sh-she wouldn’t!” Nikki knew all about how members of the staff occasionally accentuated Princess’ meals, though they were infrequent and were only done to those who disobeyed. “I-I’m a loyal s-servant of Princess! You-you can’t eat me, we’re hers!”

“Yeah, hers to eat when she gets bored staring at a fireplace all day,” Julia scoffed. She flicked her head to toss her scarf over her shoulder again and smacked her lips. “But who can blame her? Mice are rather scrumptious. And I can take a guess where some of Princess’ leftovers end up going.” Nikki squirmed and squeaked, but couldn’t stop Julia from rubbing over her soft pudgy middle. “And to think: All of this was done just so you could sate my appetite. You probably pilfer from the kitchen too. No wonder your scent’s all over the place in here…”

Nikki’s eyes narrowed, tears starting to flow. “I do not steal from the kitchen! I have no reason to! Y-you better get out of here this instant!” Julia snorted, instead crawling over Nikki and pinning all her legs with her own. Julia’s belly sagged and pressed against the plump maid’s own gut, the two squishing together softly. Nikki was entirely focused on Julia’s muzzle, the larger mouse licking and smacking her lips, letting drool fall freely.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” Julia asked rhetorically. The loudest grumble yet emanated from Julia’s belly, Nikki feeling it reverberate through her own. “Enough of your chit-chat. I’m here for supper, and you, Nikki, are mine.” Nikki let out a high-pitched squeal when Julia’s jaws parted again, buck teeth scraping along her forehead in the process. She smelled stale air as Julia puffed out breath after breath, her tongue dripping and dangling a centimeter from Nikki’s face. “Ahhhhh.”

“No! No! Don’t eat me!” Nikki clenched her eyes shut and pulled her head away from the looming jaws, pressing her cheek to the floor and struggling with all her might. Julia was too strong, though, leaving the plump maid pinned and ripe for the devouring. Nikki waited for the inevitable crunch of rodent jaws closing around her shoulders. For her to be eaten alive, bones and maid outfit and all, just a collection of bulges on a fat mouse’s stomach. Tears squeezed between closed eyelids as Nikki envisioned the horrors that waited.

And waited.

And waited...

“Yah!” Nikki felt the pressure on her legs and middle lessen. Her ears flicked as she heard not the sounds of Julia’s gullet swallowing her down, but squeaky protests instead! Nikki chanced a peek, and collapsed in relief, laying flat on her back. Julia was several inches off the ground with a large pink paw gripping to her back, all four of her legs flailing uselessly and empty stomach jiggling about. The paw was attached to a large looming royal feline, every hair of pink and white fur in place, shadow cast over the entire corner of the dimly-lit kitchen. Her long pink fluffed tail casually swam back and forth behind her in her seated position. The cat wasn’t terribly fat, but was nothing near famished either, clearly a well-fed royal feline. A golden crown and necklace were worn and shining even in the low light, indicating this particular cat to be none other than Princess herself!

Princess flicked her head, sending her multicolored mane bobbing, when she noticed Nikki taking a peek. She glared down at the maid with vibrant blue eyes, though that annoyed look quickly focused on Julia instead. “So...” Princess grumbled, giving the whining Julia a firm shake. The fat mouse’s squeaks of protest fell quiet as the kitchen spun. “This is the reason you were so late in retrieving my meal.”

“Y… Y-yes, Your Highness,” Nikki managed after a moment.

The eyes returned to Nikki. “On your feet. You’re an undignified mess.” Nikki was quick to obey, straightening out her maid outfit all she could in her fitful, shaking state. She tried to hide her tears but Princess everything, including the sniffle that Nikki couldn’t suppress. The cat’s gaze returned to the fat mouse clasped in her paw. “It seems that a thief was after some food again. And decided, upon not finding any, to take her frustrations out on you?” Julia tried to protest again, but another shake quieted her down. Julia fought to not lose what little lunch she had had as dizziness overtook her once more.

“N-not only that, Your Highness.” Princess’ glare returned in a flash. Nikki started to cringe but recovered quickly. “You’re not wrong! S-she wasn’t only after food! S-she tried… t-t-t-to eat me!”

“Lies! I was only here for royal food!” Julia shouted with her tail flicking through the air. She tried to not look too desperate, hoping to save her skin. “I was– gaahhk!” Julia choked when a sudden tightness formed about her neck. Princess had pinched a claw up to her scarf and yanked.

“You,” she uttered in a low, lethal tone, “have not been given permission to speak.” Princess took the gagging as penance and released her grip, leaving Julia gasping for air. Princess ignored the prey in paw and focused again on Nikki. The maid saw compassion in those blue eyes, Princess even betraying a hint of a smile. “I know, little one.” Nikki stood up stiff and straight as another paw slithered forward, though Princess merely straightened her bonnet, and ran a reassuring toe around to prop up her chin. “You are excused from your duties for the time being, and will have all your needs sought after until you return to work.”

Nikki stood frozen for a moment, then remembered her place. “Th… Thank you, Your Highness!” And she meant every word. Princess’ smile grew as she drew her paw back, and nodded her head towards the hall.

“You may go now. Rest in your quarters. In the morning, inform Lilly that she will be taking your place in the interim.” Nikki started to take her leave, when she paused and looked back up to the cat. Princess gave her a questioning glance, permitting her to speak.

“Your Highness? What of your meal?” She gestured at the tossed-aside tray on the floor. Princess let her smile grow wider, showing teeth.

“Do not worry about tonight’s meal, my servant.” Princess leered to the panting Julia, who stared back in horror and renewed her struggles. “It looks like your princess will be serving herself this evening.”

“V… Very good, Your Highness.” Nikki initially dreaded hearing the news of her princess devouring a mouse. But before she took off, Nikki put on a brave face and stared right up at Julia, who stared back with frightened, pleading eyes. “I am sure your meal tonight will be most enjoyable.” Julia’s mouth worked wordlessly as the plump maid mouse marched off confidently towards the hall, leaving the tray to be taken care of by someone else in the morning.

“No! No wait Nikki come back! I wasn’t really gonna eat you! I–  hrrk! Glack!” Julia frantically scrabbled at her scarf as Princess tightened it once again. And this time, she didn’t relent.

“Rat! Do you not recall two minutes ago?” Princess brought the choking mouse snout-to-snout, blue eyes staring daggers down at the fat would-be thief. The seething anger vanished as quickly as it came, with the mouse hearing a soft purr rumble out. Julia gasped for breath the instant Princess relented, taking deep breaths and smelling some of the many pleasing scents the cat seemed to imbibe herself with. Princess allowed her tooth-filled smile to return. “You’d better learn a modicum of manners, or else your end will be considerably more… unpleasant.”

Julia opened her mouth to protest, but she caught herself just before she could once again break protocol. She stared frozen at the looming cat, who inclined her head a fraction, allowing the mouse to speak. “Y-Your… Highness...” The first words were raspy as Julia recovered from her punishment. “I beg your forgiveness. It… I-it was the wonderful smell, n-nothing more!”

“And your primitive temptations give you leave to invade the sanctity of the palace, and pilfer whatever you deem fit to shovel down your gullet?” Princess narrowed her eyes into a glower, though, unnervingly, kept smiling. “This absolves you of any guilt, Rat?”

“I’m...” Julia caught herself just in time, but felt no pressure against her windpipe. The grinning feline sat frozen a moment, then nodded. “I’m not a rat...”

“You are not a rat,” Princess correct. “You are Rat. A thief. Sneaking, conniving, worthless.” The smile faded and the anger began to bubble up. “Worst of all: You attempted to deprive your princess of one of her own personal servants.” Julia audibly gulped, feeling very small with the cat’s expression burrowing into her. Then, in a flash, the smile returned. “But do not worry...” Julia froze stiff when Princess’ tongue fluttered out and lapped against her furry chest. “You taste just as good as any mouse.” Julia began to babble and beg, but a quick jerk of the scarf put a stop to that. “You are joining me for supper in the Royal Suite of the Princess. Make another peep and I’ll carry you by this pathetic excuse for a scarf. Understand?” Julia nodded wordlessly as her heart thudded away in her chest. “Good.” Without another word, Princess brought the mouse up to her jaws. Julia panicked but was flipped around on the spot, the cat catching the mouse by the scruff of her neck.

Silent and swaying to the gait of the royal feline, Julia was given a quick tour of several rooms of the palace. She could hear every little purr from the cat that was hauling her to her demise. Every exhale of breath through the cat’s snout. The halls were empty, but better-lit, most doors closed. Even if they were open, however, Julia hung there, staring straight ahead, heart pounding, but unable to save herself.

Princess kept her eyes locked on the thief, watching her pudgy form sway back and forth, tail and all legs dangling and swishing along. Princess’ own fluffy tail was up and swaying back and forth in delight. It was true that she was hungry for what she had asked Nikki to fetch, but nothing compared to a live squirming mouse of a meal! Particularly one as big and fat as Julia.

Princess began humming what was a haunting melody to Julia, only because of the scenario playing out. The cat casually ambled along with her catch to her bedroom with Julia dreading what was coming next. Princess nudged her way through an appropriately-sized door fitted for the feline, wiggling her hips to squeak through as she always did. Julia squinted against the sudden flood of light, eyes taking a moment to adjust. She was greeted with a bedroom that could be best described as soft and pink. Though like with the halls before, Julia wasn’t focused on anything but her own fate, Princess leading them over to her own lavish cat bed. With a casual toss, Julia was flung from the jaws and plopped down onto the softness. She landed chin-first, butt in the air, having to quickly regain her senses from the sudden trip to the ground. Before she could pull herself up, Princess leaned down, tongue protruding, and licked slowly up the presented plump mouse rear. A shocked squeak escaped from Julia’s lips, feeling hot drool cling to her fur as the tongue got a good taste. “N-no!” she protested, Princess lapping her tongue all the way up to the tip of Julia’s tail.

“Yes,” Princess cooed, tongue flowing over her furry lips in absolutely delight. “Mmm, I daresay you’re going to be worth whatever you end up doing to my royal figure.” Julia quivered on the spot though tried to escape by crawling across the super soft cat bed. Princess casually strolled to the other side and lowered her head, looming over the crawling mouse with a playful grin. “Where do you think you’re going?” Princess purred when Julia’s eyes bulged, the mouse uttering another pathetic squeal as she turned tail and tried to make a break for the door. Princess lowered her front and raised her rump, wiggling it and keeping her sapphire eyes locked on the fleeing thief. Julia fell over the edge of the bed and plopped to the floor, starting to skitter along on all fours, chest pounding. Princess gracefully leaped over the bed with her claws outstretched to catch the fleeing rodent, her shadow cast over the mouse’s field of vision, Julia feeling a spike of terror.

Princess was no slouch when it came to mousing, and tonight was no exception. A fresh mouse squeal echoed out when the full weight of the royal feline came crashing down on Julia’s back. Two paws pinned the plump mouse to the floor, Princess squishing her toes into the doughy flesh. Julia’s breaths were raspy and quick as she tried to struggle free, but the large paws were more than enough to keep her pinned. “Making your princess work up even more of an appetite, are you?”

“Let me go! I’m not food!” Julia protested. Princess chuckled and pressed a little harder. Julia tried to defend herself once more, but all her words came out as stiff wheezing breaths with her body squished and compressed so.

“You are food, Rat,” Princess correct. The cat’s tail was up and swaying as she rose to a more neutral standing position, rolling the squeaking mouse back and forth with a forepaw. Julia grew dizzier with each passing moment, bumped along the floor playfully by the amused feline. Princess eventually stopped and stared down at the dazed mouse, who was laying flat on her back with paws limply hanging in the air. “A wonderful meal, to be exclusively enjoyed by me, your princess. It’s the least I could do to you for the crimes you’ve committed this night.”

Julia could barely form words with the whole bedroom spinning before her eyes. All she could vaguely make out was the looming pink cat smirking above her. “P-please don’t… I’m sorry I… Please...” Princess’ tail continued to flick about, discarding the pitiful apologies and sliding her rolling paw down Julia’s body. She squished it hard into the mouse’s chubby gut once more, eliciting another moan, before planting it firmly at the base of the mouse’s limp tail. Princess turned her head and leaned down, Julia’s vision encompassed entirely by pink fur, seemingly-glowing blue eyes, and a dripping cat tongue that dangled downward. The mouse clenched her eyes shut when she felt the tongue connect, Princess taking several lengthy licks of her prey. The tongue was wide enough to encompass the entirety of Julia’s plump form, and it left streaks of cat drool nestled in her fur. Each lick dragged down from her hips and up her white underbelly, rolls of rodent pudge appearing when her tubby stomach was dragged up by the force of the licks. It would spring back into place with a jostle as the tongue continued, licking right up Julia’s chest, face, and chin, leaving Julia in a miserable dripping state. To cap it all off, Julia’s sensitive ears picked up the deep, rumbling purrs from Princess, the feline clearly admiring the mouse’s flavor.

“Eugh, s-stop...” Julia whined, a fresh lick pressing her whole body to the floor. She tried pressing against the constant tasting with her legs, but they were brushed aside as easily as anything else.

“Mmm mmm mmm… SLRP,” Princess purred, letting her lips smack in delight. “The chubbiest ones are always the most scrumptious.” A bolt of terror raced through the fat mouse, and Julia tried once more to flee, though her pinned tail held her firmly in place, allowing her to be sampled again again.

“Urgh, no! P-p-please, stop!” Julia begged. Princess only did so after scoring a few more long, slow tastes of the mouse, lifting her head and seating her rear down on the floor. The looming presence was made worse by the cat’s now-visible stomach audibly groaning not far from where Julia was.

“You have a most exquisite flavor. I really should indulge myself more, but unlike Rats, royalty must be mindful of their personal physique.” Julia felt her tail slip between two toes of the pinning paw, the feline's grin growing wider. Eyes growing hungrier. “It’s a wonder you’ve managed to survive this long without becoming someone’s dinner, Rat. You’d make quite the feast for any peasant...”

“My name is Julia, not Rat!” Julia sputtered, still dazed by the earlier rolling in conjunction with the constant licking. The mouse’s body was dripping in cooling saliva, fur matted every which way, and it gave the mouse even more chills beyond the words she was hearing. “Y-y-you can’t–”

“I can do as I please, Rat.” Princess quickly reminded Julia who was in charge by pressing a paw harshly against the mouse’s prone belly. Julia wheezed with bulging eyes as the paw didn’t let up. “And tonight, I deign you a thief, not worthy of surviving another sunrise. And seeing as you ruined my earlier attempt at securing a meal, it is fitting that you shall substitute yourself in place of it.” One cat paw slid away while the other still held the mouse’s tail firmly between toes. Julia fought to catch her breath, but it caught in her throat when a low, grumbling grrrrrrrn echoed out from Princess’ belly. “Speaking of which: It’s time to eat you, my plump little thief. A rather filling midnight snack, if I had to judge...” Julia gasped and squealed when a painful yank hoisted her upward, dangling upside down, the floor rushing away from her rapidly.

When Julia’s senses caught up with her, she found herself dangling over Princess’ head. The cat’s narrowed blue eyes glinted in desire and hunger, wide and sparkling. Julia was dangled so close to the cat’s muzzle that she could smell the stench of past meals. Of other mice, in particular… Julia flailed about, but all she accomplished was a gentle swing to and fro with her tail anchored her to Princess’ paw. When she gawked down at the smiling feline, she could even make out that the furry lips were still wet from the cat licking her lips. A hint of drool seeped from one of the corners of the mouth, dripping through the feline’s fur. Keeping her eyes focused on the plump meal dangling from her paw, Princess slowly opened her jaws wide, drool squelching noisily as they parted. A puff of stale air buffeted Julia as she was forced to stare, horrified, down past the glistening teeth and cheeks and tongue and uvula, into the black abyss that comprised the cat’s throat. “Ahhhh~”

“No!” Julia squealed, legs and scarf all dangling down towards the gaping maw. “Please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” Julia’s continued attempts to free herself, through words or action, all fell on deaf ears. Princess lazily swished her tail back and forth along the floor, eyes never leaving the mouse, as she gradually lowered her paw downward. The wailing rodent sputtered as she crossed the threshold, breaking a thick, sagging line of saliva in the process. Julia sputtered through the drool and shook violently as she was guided harmlessly past rows of sharp teeth, and was sqsh’d over the awaiting tongue. Every breath Princess took rushed over her drool-slathered fur, sending shivers through the already-shaking mouse. Fresh drool was rubbed into her fur from the tongue, with more lines of slobber starting to cling to her body. “S-show mercy, I’m begging you!” Julia cried, kicking her hind legs weakly through the air, making her sagging stomach and rear end jiggle in the process. Her belly was lowered to the tongue next, with Julia sliding further back towards the twitching gullet. The mouse’s eyes were wide with terror as she felt her tail starting to slip through the paw. “Don’t eat me!!!!”

Another purr rumbled over Julia’s ears. The sobbing mouse’s eyes welled when her furry rear splatted against the protruding tongue. The rest of her tail fell out of Princess’ grasp, feline jaws sealing closed around Julia’s round hips. The squishy backside compressed around furry feline lips while Princess arched her tongue to rub against the doughy mouse belly. “No!” Julia squealed, unable to see a thing. Thick gobs of slobber drained down over her body with the tongue slapping up against her sides, tossing her scarf about in the process. The mouse reeled from the yawning, cavernous throat beyond but her paws were stuck: Princess’ tongue was folding up on either side of the mouse, squeezing the delectable flavors form Julia and leaving her paws near the back of the throat, every breath felt blowing by. Her hinds continued to kick, Princess looking down at the dangling remains of the mouse, pressing a single toe up to squish against her butt. “No no no Princess, please!” Julia’s thick tail swished about erratically, the cat’s purrs almost unending as she ate Julia.

Princess played about the squirming mouse prey protruding from her lips, though she was quick to push the rest of Julia into her hungry, drooling jaws: The pinkish furry lips pursed around Julia’s chubby struggling form. In the next instant, the kicking and screaming mouse had her fat body loudly slrrrrrrrp’d inward. The royal cat’s mouth closed around all that remained of the mouse, leaving naught but half a tail squirming about. Princess smiled, drool leaking down her fur from a corner of her maw as her tongue engrossed itself in chubby rodent flavors. Her cheeks flushed a shade of red at just how much she was enjoying her obese mouse meal, belly roaring in approval and eager to collect. Julia was beside herself in panic, Princess feeling the small thumps of the terrified mouse’s heartbeat thudding against her tongue.

The cat’s gullet loomed closer with Julia inching along the tongue. “Don’t eat me Princess! S-s-stop!” The gullet loomed ever-nearer, uvula even bumping against the mouse’s head, causing her to shriek. She heard the low purrs emanate all about her, Princess obviously enjoying Julia’s taste. The mouse stiffened when the thick cat tongue cupped up between her hind legs and pressed against her pudgy butt, slathering it in additional drool and slurping up even more taste. Julia reeled her head away from the large twitching throat as the tongue began to push, scrunching her body against herself and making rolls of pudge squish out along Julia’s sides. “H-help!” she yelled out in one last desperate attempt for salvation.

Julia slid all the way to the back of the throat, head squashed up against the slimy gullet. Princess closed her eyes and tipped her head up as she shoved Julia up to the roof of her mouth and backwards, eating her alive right then and there! With a thick, slimy GLRP, Princess swallowed the fat mouse whole, the resulting sqlch betraying a rounded bulge in the furry throat. Princess licked over her lips and rubbed a paw to her eloquent chest fur as the struggling mouse bulge slithered down her body. Julia was squealing in utter horror as tight squeezing muscles pulled her down. GLP, GLK, SCLK, until she was harshly pushed out of the esophagus and landed in an acid-filled stomach. SLORSH!

The cat’s stomach distended as the fat mouse slopped into her belly, the plump furry gut sagging out past her perched legs and sprawling out across the floor. Princess purred and brought the paw that had held Julia up to her lips, licking across it languidly. “Mmm… Fantastic.” She ignored her bulging stomach, hearing a faint gurgle and a muffled cry mingling with one-another. The dangling part of her necklace rested atop the malleable belly, shifting about whenever Princess moved slightly. “Even royalty can indulge in something as… mmf… fattening as you, thief.”

“Mmph! Mmmph!” Inside the dark stomach, Julia was miserable. The fat mouse was pressed up against the slimy, squelching walls, waist-deep in burbling stomach fluids. She pressed her paws up against the stomach, desperate to try and vacate the acids that ominously flowed about her tubby form. Tears flowed from her bulging eyes as she continually whimpered and cried out in panic. “No no no! This can’t be happening!” Her sensitive ears picked up every last rumbling groan, grumble, and gurgle in the stomach. She even felt Princess occasionally press her paw deep into her own distended belly, the paw squeezing acidic fluids over the slobber-drenched mouse, rubbing it into her fur. “S-stop!”

Chrrrn…

“L-let me out! Someone help me!”

Princess ignored the pleads, finally sated after having to wait so much longer for her food to arrive than usual. She wasn’t used to having her whims delayed, and when it did happen, one of her servants usually paid the price. “It was worth it,” she said mostly to herself, chuckling darkly and looking down at her extended belly. Glorp! A rather wet sound gurgled from her belly, while at the same time a muffled squeal escaped. Princess licked at her upturned paw one last time before guiding it down over her pleasantly-filled belly. She felt the struggling mouse within, and squeezed, eliciting more cries and more churning groans from within. “Enjoy what little time you have left. ♥” Julia froze at those words, the squeezing paw continually petting and pressing into her. The mouse tried to squirm out of the ever-rising pool of acids, but there was simply nowhere to go.

With the would-be thief eaten alive and set for a long night of digestion deep in her belly, Princess decided it was time to retire for the evening. She stood on all fours and yawned deeply, arching her back and letting her sagging stomach sway back and forth. Her tail flicked straight up as she rose her rear in the air, claws extended in a full stretch. Julia whined and wailed with stomach fluids and saliva pouring all over her, the disoriented rodent not able to tell which way was up by the time Princess began slowly ambling back to her bed. The feline, despite her newfound weight, slipped into her bed with no difficulty. Princess lazily settled down onto her belly, the flabby thing squishing out either side and causing pudgy folds to bunch up between her hind legs, under her rump. “Ahhh...” She licked her lips, the aftertaste of Julia still plain on her taste buds.

Julia was in the worst shape yet. She was laying upside-down with the full weight of Princess compressing her in the squashed-out cat belly. The squishy stomach walls pressed down on all sides, leaving the mouse’s limbs splayed in all directions, useless. Her tail, rapidly swishing noisily through the churning stomach fluids this whole time, was pinned under the flabby folds of her own compressed belly, driving most of the wind from her lungs. Julia heard her own heartbeat throbbing in pure terror as slimy fluids drenched over her whole body, with so much less room in the compacted belly. She was just able to keep her muzzle and face above the slime, but ears were submerged. “Help me! Please Princess! Don’t digest me!!!” But the mouse didn’t hear a single word in reply. The only apparent response was the soft, rhythmic breathing coming from Princess. The well-fed royal feline had fallen asleep, tail curled up against her flank with the tip resting on top of the belly that had squished out from under her. 

“No! Nooo!!!” Julia cried, though each protest was weaker than the last. Chrrn… Glrp… Slsh… Her whole world was nothing but the sounds of the stomach eagerly picking up in intensity, and the rodent knew that she was the one up for digestion! Her weakening squeals died off over the course of the next few minutes. What little air remaining in the bowels of Princess didn’t matter, as the flowing stomach fluids filled the remaining space, submerging Julia completely. She got off one last bubbly plead for mercy before she succumbed to darkness and passed out.

Princess uttered a purr in her sleep, tongue slowly flitting out to run across her furry lips. Her stomach loudly glrrrrn’d and blrp’d, the squishy fat thing actively digesting her chubby meal of a mouse. Princess slumbered in her comfy soft bed, nuzzling to the pleasant fluff occasionally as she rested. Over the course of the rest of the night, Julia was digested completely, with the well-practiced stomach of the cat breaking her down as well as any other mouse. Princess slept through the whole ordeal without having to think about it at all, the thieving mouse she deigned Rat forgotten. Her stomach wobbled and churned, digesting the mouse loudly as the late night gradually gave way to the morning. The bulging folds of fat gradually rescinded somewhat, although the calorie-dense rodent gave Princess quite a lot of padding to be stuck with! Princess maintained a paunch in her belly, though not as large, while pockets of rounding-out pudge filled out the cat’s hips and rear.

Princess didn’t quite notice these changes when she woke up, a gentle morning sunlight pouring in through large windows and helping her awake. With a smile on her face, Princess yawned and smacked her lips, groaning as she rolled onto her side. There was a soft slosh as she did so, stomach wobbling to a slow stop as the cat rested on her side, with her butt pressed to the back of the bed. “Ahh...” she purred happily, paws shifting up to her plump middle and rubbing gingerly into the padding she now possessed. Her eyes hung mostly-lidded, staring at nothing as the princess recalled her previous meal. “I must say, whoever you were… You had impeccable timing. I only wish more interlopers were as chubby, tender, juicy...” She lapped at some drool before it could stain her magnificent bed, tail tip flicking against the floor as she rubbed away at her silent stomach.

She kept rubbing for a while, not feeling like getting out of bed at all that morning. And, as she was royalty, she didn’t have to! The servants would be in at some point, and she could order them to carry out whatever whim she desired. As such, the plumped-up cat rested cozily on her bed, idly rubbing her middle and letting the lazy morning wash over her. She paused the rubs when she felt a soft grumble… Then she puffed out her cheeks as a rush of air pushed up from her throat. Eyes hanging lidded, her smiling lips parted with tongue almost protruding. “Urp!” An undigested piece of Julia’s scarf went splut against the tip of her bed, dripping in slimy saliva and stomach fluids. So much for not making a mess. Princess’ eyes rolled in bliss as she was once again blessed with a bit of the fat rodent’s flavor, tongue tip gliding along her teeth to savor it.

Inside her stomach, there was nothing more than a bit of Julia’s scarf remaining. Inert acids carried it about limply, but Julia the mouse herself was nothing more than cat fat. Her keen sense of smell had led her to a rather scrumptious looking mouse maid, but it was clear that she should have respected the legends and rumors of the royal palace. It cost the plump thieving rodent her life, and the cat that she was now a pudgy remnant of had already forgotten her name. The ejected scarf fragment was quickly disposed of by servants, and the cat that ate Julia napped her whole morning away.

It wasn’t until later that afternoon that Princess finally left her bed. It was a grueling effort, with her swaying flabby belly and protruding butt weighing her down more than she was used to, but she managed to get to all fours. She had a specific reason for finally pulling out of bed, and sought to the task. The fat feline half-walked, half-waddled along the halls of the palace lazily, eventually reaching the quarters where her servants were quartered. Some were surprised to receive the sudden unexpected visit from her. One whispered to themselves that Princess was hungry and she’d decided to feast on someone due to some mishap in the kitchen last night. Others were quick to dismiss it, pointing out how well-fed she clearly was. Princess, who normally would admonish such remarks, simply ignored them and carried on, her fluffy tail swishing along to the gait of her waddle, belly and rear jiggling a bit with each step.

The royal feline ended up at the bedside of Nikki. Like the others, the almost-devoured maid was surprised at her visit. Princess spent the rest of the afternoon prodding Nikki with questions about the night before, as well as making sure her needs were sought after. She even had dinner with Nikki, offering her more than the usual fare: Cheese and fruit from Princess’ own food stores! Princess herself, of course, had the good sense to eat regular food while with Nikki as to not upset her. But she was surprised when the resting mouse gave the protruding cat belly, which rested right by Nikki’s bed, a gentle pet, asking if this is what became of the thief. The hint of satisfied vengeance in her maid’s eyes pleased Princess, and with a toothy grin, Princess answered:

“You don’t have to worry about the Rat ever again, Nikki. As you can see, she’s carrying out her ultimate duty as nourishment for your Princess.”