It didn’t take long at all, surprisingly. A locked door and shatterproof-windows, originally made for keeping out drunk drivers, now did wonders for keeping morsels in.

“Mmmmm…” Her wings fluttered- uselessly, as there was no way they’d be able to lift her off the ground now, with over twenty people stuffed into her gigantic gut. Each one writhed and squirmed, attempting to get out to no avail.

Only one left- a little boy that had been hiding underneath the table. Rouge picked up up, saliva dripping down her chin as she licked her lips.

“Time for you to join your parents, hun.” He let out a screech, tiny chubby legs pinwheeling in midair before she wrapped her lips around his hips. He tasted of grease and ketchup that was smeared across his pants and shirt. A single gloves hand pressed down on his forehead, his pinned legs and potbelly sliding down her throat into her overpacked gut that jiggled every which way.

Her jumpsuit had long since ripped, leaving her in only a pair of barely-clinging-together panties and a bra whose back hook had snapped. 

Her navel had sunk into her belly, and she flopped down on the half-cleaned floor, a near-earthquake shaking the restaurant as her ass landed on the floor and she let out a tremendous belch.

“Urrrrrp! That hit the spot…” She reached out a hand, caressing the edge of her gargantuan stomach. 

A bell jingled, signaling the door opening, and a woman that must have been 300 pounds dropped her phone and stared.

Rouge grinned.

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The next morning, the manager found the door unlocked and a half-naked bat with a fat, bloated stomach at least a quarter of a ton laying on the ground, fast asleep.