Skunk Sammich
	Anton had an easy time getting the window open, it was just climbing up to the third story via the fire escape that was rather exhausting.  With a few deft moves of his paws,  he flipped the latch open, letting the cool night air flow into an empty apartment.  He rather looked the part of a petty thief as his lean body slid through the doorframe; a dark stocking cap pushed his black hair down around his muzzle, the blood-red tips of his locks brushing deep gray fur at the base of his neck, with shimmering scarlet eyes as menacing as they were attentive.  But then, part of his look was distinctively that of a rock star, as he sported a dark shirt with ripped sleeves, and fishnet underlays that covered him from shoulders to wrists, along with a torn-up pair of denim jeans clinging tightly to his athletic form.  He took a quick glance around the apartment, his tall fox-ears on a swivel as he stepped forward, scanning to make sure his presence remained unknown.
	The apartment he'd slipped into was fairly large.  A big, but well-worn leather sofa was the first thing that caught his attention, as well as the flatscreen television that had been left on, the black screen glowing slightly with “HDMI-2” showing near the upper right corner.  Beyond the sofa and a few chairs gathered around, he saw what he was looking for: a full kitchen and a wide refrigerator, the sight of which made Anton lick his lips in anticipation, padding towards it while his belly grumbled for food.  On his way over, his leg got caught on something.  His gaze darting down, fingers reflexively fanning to grasp and tear away, he saw that it was simply a hamper full of clothes.
	“That's a relief...” He mumbled, before tilting his head at the top contents of hamper, he curiously ran his digits over a pair of jeans, a few shirts, workout shorts, before finding his fingers upon a silky scarlet garment.  Flipping his ears up and cracking a grin, he began pulling on the lingerie, tugging inches upon inches upon inches of it out of the pile of clothes, his eyes gradually going wide in wonder of the sheer size of the big-ass pair of panties he discovered.  Holding them up between his fingers, he raised the red silk to face height, peeking in the waistband to see an extremely small tag labeled “3XL”, before the thick musk of whoever wore those things wafted into his nose.  It was by no means foul, and definitely female, but the way that sweet, heady scent seemed to dig into his nostrils and linger left him with few guesses as to what kind of gal wore those.  “D-definitely a skunk...”  He'd have blushed his fur was just a bit lighter, before he let the garment tumble down onto the pile of clothes, redirecting towards the kitchen.  After all, big panties meant fat lady with a hell of a lot of food lying around.
	With his hopes significantly heightened, he made his way into the kitchen, keeping every light off except for the unavoidable refrigerator light, as he tugged on the smooth white handle, to reveal the contents inside.  And as Anton's grey-black fur was bathed in the blue-tinged light, he just let his mouth yawn into a broad grin as the scents within poured forth.  Even though a great deal was best served hot, there were plenty of things for him to choose from.  A fat bucket of fried chicken, a few boxes of pizza with quarts of Chinese take-out stacked on top, along with the expected milk, cheese, butter, and a fair portion of chilled vegetables, fruits, and thawed meat.  Curiously, all of it didn't seem to be left over; more accurately, it seemed like those feasts were merely planned and stored for later.  The thief couldn't be more thrilled, as he slipped a hand right into the bucket filled with fried chicken, his fingers finding a deliciously greasy, spicy morsel of a drumstick before drawing it to his lips.  He took almost the entire thing into his mouth, pinching the meat between his teeth, before withdrawing the bone clean, allowing him to chew and soak in the flavor.  He closed his eyes, seemed weak at the knees, and when he finally swallowed, simply mouthed the words, “thank you”, to whatever force drew him to some fatassed skunk's apartment that night.
	However, Anton's indulgence was short-lived, as his ears perked upon hearing laughter out in the hall.  His head lowered slightly, brow knitting together as the rowdy, obviously drunken pair of voices stumbled towards the apartment's door, sitting right near the edge of the kitchen counter.  And upon hearing the soft grind of keys entering the lock, his eyes went wide and scanned around.  The window was too far away, and he probably couldn't hide near the couch; one of them could easily spot him whilst looking for a place to rest.  With no alternative, the hungry thief just pursed his lips and clambered into the refrigerator, immersing his body in coolness, sitting on a few pizza boxes and somehow squeezing himself in to fit amongst all that food.  Grabbing the inside of the door, he closed it and left himself in the darkness, hoping the pair would just stumble in and go straight to bed.
	“Alright, c'mon, we gotta...bed, we gotta bed.”  Though Anton couldn't see, the words came from tall, muscular wolf who opened the door, his keys jingling around as he withdrew them from the lock, before promptly getting stuffed in the front left pocket of his jeans.  But before he could go deeper into the apartment, he was promptly squished into the doorframe by the other resident of the apartment.  Her alcohol-filled belly sloshed as it squished into the wolf's abs, her tits mashing against his chest as she leaned up on her tiptoes to carelessly press her lips to his, sloppily shoving her tongue in the big guy's mouth.  He replied with a soft, muffled growl, reaching down to seize her fat ass, squeezing onto her olive-drab shorts to make soft flesh bulge between his digits from underneath the fabric.  She just gave a swish of her dense, striped tail as the wolf groped her, withdrawing her tongue with a thick bundle of saliva linking her lips to his.
	“Seaaaaan... fuggin'... bed?  When'd we get home?”  The skunk glanced around, confused.  Her eyes were half-lidded, her white cheeks and inner ears flushed with crimson as she leaned off the wolf and stumbled into their apartment.  Her footsteps came heavy and uneven, her soft body wobbling as she eventually found the kitchen counter to rest her hand on, standing still for a few moments, before letting a loud, wet, booze-fueled belch rumble throughout the apartment.  “I need food... where's food.  Izzis food?”  She'd obviously had quite a bit to drink, from the sounds; if even a tubby fiend like her couldn't tell what was food and what wasn't, something was definitely inhibiting her.  But the wolf seemed to be reasonably more sober, as he finished locking the door and yawned, padding into the kitchen to clumsily reach for a loaf of sliced bread on the counter, spinning it open and leaving it there for the tubby mephit.
	“Jus' eat some fuggin' bread and try not to throw up.  I'mma get some sleep, Erica.”  The wolf leaned down, going for another sloppy kiss before being pushed out of the way by the drunk skunk, as she grabbed the end of the bread bag and just let the slices fall into a pile on the counter.
	“I'ma make sammich.  No pukes.”  The skunk licked her lips as she grabbed a few slices of bread, still wobbling even though she was standing still, hunched over the counter.  Sean just snickered and rolled his eyes, heading for the bedroom door and shrugging off his jacket.
	“Fuck...”  Anton whispered, knowing full-well he was officially trapped.  His only hope was that the skunk would give up on her snack or pass out on the spot.  He couldn't even see well enough to even grab some lunch meat and hand it off to her when she came to the refrigerator.  Assuming she could even find it.  The thief listened closely to the outside, the muffled noise of the skunk fidgeting with the bread, mumbling to herself more and more incoherently.  It would be a wonder if she would even be able to -see- him at this point, even if he just cracked the door open and made a run for the window.  But he stayed there, wincing at every staggered step he heard on the outside, before the door was swung open, the slight suction of the padding inside leaving Anton unable to do anything but squeak as he looked out, looking at Erica's face.
	Her bright red hair was mussed, her eyes drooping heavily, with barely a sliver of her bright green irises visible.  At the very least, he was right about her barely being able to see, but he soon found himself regretting that fact as she just leaned her chubby paws back, before thrusting them into the fridge and clapping two pieces of soft bread around Anton's face, squishing his cheeks together as he remained speechless.  The big skunk was deceptively strong for all her chub, just tugging him face-first out of the fridge, raising her “sandwich” up to breast height, his chin resting in her cleavage, which gave him a few close look at her mouth.  Erica's lips were already drooling as her jaws began to part, letting her warm, boozy breath wash into Anton's nose as he got a glimpse of his fate.  Past ivory teeth gleaming, a thick pink tongue with a silver barbell in the center, laid a cavernous recess in the back of her mouth, eager to cram in anything that was unlucky enough to get in the way.  And with that, she just stuffed him inside.
	Anton was too shocked to put up much of a struggle as his slender vulpine muzzle slid along that drooling tongue, his hands just sort of hesitantly reaching for the skunkette's soft belly, pressing against her as if he was planning to delicately remove his face from the bread.  But by then, the skunk had already stuffed his cheeks into hers, bulging out her white fur as she fed him in eagerly, drenching the thief's face with thick saliva and immersing him in her alcohol-rich breath.  Her greedy paws soon came around the back of his head, making his eyes slip past the limits of her lips, his nose in the back of her throat as the muscles yawned open, eventually getting his whole snout caught in her slick, hungry gullet.  With only a small amount of his skull left exposed, and his ears folding up to the roof of her mouth, she daintily pressed at the base of his neck to completely engulf his head in her wet maw, sucking on him for a moment as she stood there... before grunting and lazily reaching for the pile of bread she left.
	“Nnghuf, 'oo much meadt...”  Erica soon filled her paws with even more bread, this time haphazardly slapping it on either side of Anton's hips, making the poor fellow squeak with surprise before Erica lifted his entire torso up, leaving his legs dangling as she swallowed up even more.  His face was squeezed into her throat and sucked down with powerful muscles, while his shoulders were soon caught in the skunk's cheeks as well, bulging them out obscenely as her throat began to rise with the shape of poor Anton on his way down to that jiggly gut.  Her tongue was soon upon his chest, sliding all the way down to his belly as he was crammed even deeper, his nose poking through the threshold into Erica's stomach, the slimy cavern full of heat and sloshing with booze, the pieces of bread stuck to his face falling into the mixture of digestive fluid and alcohol.  It was a wonder that someone could be so drunk they could eat half a person, feel their hands slip to their sides as they were lifted up, their bread-sandwiched hips passing through a pair of lips... and still be without the sense to stop eating them.
	Anton panted as his neck squeezed through the slimy opening to Erica's belly, immersed in complete darkness.  But his eyes could still see the small details.  The fragrant fluid resting in the skunk's stomach, the side walls clenching and forcing him in deeper, as the skunk was just finishing up with him, lazily gripping the lean thighs of the thief and tossing them back, letting gravity do the work for her as she tilted her head back and just began swallowing.  Her drool smattered all over Anton's jeans as his feet and tail flailed in the air, the rest of his body coming in heavily as her neck and cheeks bulged heavily, her gut growing larger and larger as more of Anton's body gathered in her stomach.  Until finally, one last powerful gulp sent his shins and feet cascading past her maw and into her throat, letting the thief's form lurch down, and splashing into the bottom of the skunk's fat belly.  He gagged a bit as his body was soaked, surfacing from the sea of fluids with a worried whine.  Until, of course, things got worse, as the skunk let forth a belch that rattled just about everything in her apartment, squeezing the air from her stomach and leaving Anton up to his neck in that smelly sea of juices.
	Strangely, having a six foot tall person in her belly, making it dome out even more huge than before, seeming like she was trying to smuggle a big white beachball under her shirt, didn't really have any effect on the skunk as she Ambled her way to bed, the first step sending the button on her shorts flying, her zipper simply exploding as her gut sagged with Anton in tow.  The thief pressed out on the walls of her stomach, finding the heavy, slimy cavern rocking him the whole way she walked to her bed.  The wolf was already naked and snorting, drooling onto his pillow without so much as a sheet tugged over his bare rump.  Erica just parked her fat ass on the edge of the bed, grunting as she squeezed out of her jeans and was left in only panties, and removing the black tank top that surely wouldn't fit in the morning.  And with that, she just rolled into bed next to her wolf, entirely unaware of Anton's plight as laid on her back and began drifting off.
	“Hey...hey?  HEY!”  The thief pushed out on the sides of that doughy belly as the shock of being eaten whole wore off, realizing now he was bound for doom.  He felt a tingle on his fur at first, before the walls of that stomach began to churn and squeeze on him.  But with the noise emanating from that full, satisfied gut, and a good few inches of skunk blubber muffling any sort of cry he could muster, he was utterly helpless to let either of the bed's occupants know just what was about to happen.  The tingle began working into his flesh after that, stinging Anton as he watched what was soon to happen to him.  Those pieces of bread he was squeezed between began to bubble, fizzing in the digestive juices before they sank to the bottom of Erica's stomach, forming just the start of the sludge Anton would join in time.  He pushed frantically at the walls of the stomach, kicking and yelling, but Erica just grunted and rolled over, squishing him deeply under the pressure of her body, forcing his struggles to a standstill as she belches once more, getting the last air out to submerge her prey entirely... even if she had no idea who she ate.



~The Morning After~


	“Fffffuuuuck, how many times to I hafta flush...?”  The skunk groaned as she sat upon the porcelain throne, leaning one arm back on top of the tank as her spare hand worked the silver handle.  She'd been on the toilet for close to 20 minutes, filling her apartment with all manner of crude noises as she relieved herself from last night's feast.  Erica had awoken to find her ass even bigger than before, splitting her panties right along the backside, and her bra snapped in two with the weight of her tits.  Even that big chubby skunk was surprised by the amount of weight she managed to put on, every inch of her body softer, more malleable, padded thoroughly with fat.  And her bowels had proven utterly full... though curiously, there'd been no clues resting in the bowl after the many times she'd flushed, just the expected stench and mess, with no indication of something strange other than the amount of it.
	Huffing and grunting her way through the last few plops and splashes, she slowly rose after wiping up and glanced down... still nothing now that she was emptied out.  That unexpected houseguest from last night didn't even leave any bones or shards of clothing... maybe his belt buckle survived, but was too lost in the mess for Erica to tell.  Sighing, she just leaned down and flushed the last bit away, before coming to her mirror and cocking her head to the side.  Even with that enormous load and a bit of a hangover, she couldn't help but love just how fat and full she'd gotten overnight, hefting her belly up, forcing the bottom portion to roll up against the top, before letting it wobble down, with enough force to make her tits and arms jiggle freely.  And her ass... oh that big fat ass.  She was going to have some fun with those meaty ham-hocks wobbling under her tail, starting that morning.  Leaning over to her shower, she turned on the head before calling to her wolf.
	“Hey!  Your even-fatter-assed girlfriend needs help washing up!”  She grinned as Sean came around the corner, bare from the chest up as he grinned and wrapped his paws around her sides, squeezing her love handles and pressing to her jiggly form.
	“Definitely... just, it's... baffling how you got this big in one night...”  Flicking his ears back, his worries were quickly put to rest by the skunk just giggling and stepping into the shower, the room already starting to steam up as she pressed her palms to the sides of it.  The water streamed down her hair, over her striped back, down around the sides of her tail before dripping around her ass, which she eagerly slapped to keep the wolf hypnotized by the sheer amount of jiggle Anton's former self had provided.
	“Who cares?  More mass for the skunkass.”