Bess sank into a plush mountain of garish pillows, looking up at her own reflection in the brothel room's ceiling mirror. The big Minotaur cringed inwardly at her bloated, slovenly appearance, wondering how things had escalated to this point. She had needed money, and getting radical gastronomic surgery had paid off all her debts. But all the same, was this worth it? The bovine woman kept fitfully musing to herself, jostling her voluminous stomach about fretfully until she heard a knock on the door.
Knowing damn well who it was, Bess gruffly bellowed out, "Get your rat ass out of here...I need another day." In response, she then heard a playful scratching on the door, little scraping claws letting the Minotaur know her intruder would be not be dissuaded. After a moment's contemplation, and the uttering of a few swear words, Bess finally said, "...Computer, open door." The big cow immediately began glaring at the familiar, petite figure awaiting on the other side.
"Oh, don't be cross. You get so grumpy when you're famished, darling. But I'm here to make everything better," the little rat woman drawled in a chiding tone. Vera skittered into the room and up to Bess' side in an instant, draping her slender arms over the big cow prostitute. Bess rolled her eyes at the familiar scent of Vera's expensive perfume, the taste of which she had gradually become disgustingly familiar with. "Mmmm, I can feel your tummy rumbling. It's expecting me..." the slight rat woman murmured, dreamily drawing little circles with her tiny claws on the Minotaur's expanse of brown stomach fur.
"Y'know, the gene-doctor says your iterations are giving my enhanced constitution a run for its money?" the Minotaur balked impassively, refusing to even gaze down at the affectionate little rat woman by her side. "That's the sound of my stomach getting to make my cramps blossom into full blown gout! You're giving me fucking gout, Vera!"
"Nonsense! What do they know? Just look at you Vera," the little rodent chittered passionately, rubbing across Bess' huge stomach for emphasis, "I'm good for you! Look at how big and healthy you're becoming...I can pay for any medical expenses you accrue, get you to a better doctor if need be..." The rich rat woman continued on, pointedly ignoring the Minotaur's reluctance. Bess just stared up into their reflections above, feeling numb to Vera's kneading motions while she watched the rat woman's furry white paws play across her obese gut and pendulous breasts.
After an hour or so of this massaging foreplay, Vera decided it was time for the main course. Bess carefully made sure the daredevil rodent took her proper dosage of powerful sedatives beforehand. The Minotaur still felt traumatized by an earlier incident when Vera had experimented with an unsedated feeding session. The rat heiress made a playful show of languidly swallowing her tranquilizer pills, holding Bess' hand up to her throat so she could feel them going down, before opening her rodent mouth with a satisfied smack and exhibiting her little pink oral interior before leaning down for a kiss.
The amazonian-figured Minotaur woman held the feisty rat close, rather enjoying this intimate part of their relationship. She slobbered lovingly over Vera's narrow muzzle, gripping the smaller female between her huge breasts tight. Bess rolled her brown eyes in exasperation when Vera almost immediately took the opportunity to begin insistently nudging her snout in between the prostitute's bovine jaws. Knowing it was helpless to resist, Bess just opened wide and tried not to gag as the rat's squeaking head progressively lodged itself into the back of her open mouth.
The modified cow woman just had to relax her gullet, knowing full well that Vera would do all the work, like she always did. Bess had to give her prey's hips a warning squeeze when Vera's insistent jamming motions and scrabbling limbs started hurting the big Minotaur. "Gentle, gentle!" Bess awkwardly moaned out around Vera's narrow shoulders as the determined rodent wriggled her way down the bovine predator's lubricious throat. Her broad, strong bovine tongue instinctively lapped up at Vera's furry breasts, the perky nipples dragging across the spongy service lewdly.
The room was filled with squelching and grunting sounds as Vera was soon lodged up to her hipbones in Bess' undulating gullet. The rat woman's hairless, pink tail whipped about excitedly as she deeper, thrashing about excitedly to expedite the methodical ingestion process. The strong Minotaur grabbed her prey's slender legs for leverage, jamming the petite rodent down to finally get it over with. Bess could hear Vera's joyful, muffled squeaks from deep within her churning stomach as she responded favorably to the Minotaur's firm touch. Soon enough, the small rat woman was curled up in a tight fetal ball within the bloated bovine call-girl, who collapsed back into her surrounding pillows with a resounding belch.
Gazing up at her reflection in the mirrored roof, Bess watched the fitful rodent's twitching motions within her churning gut. Emitting low, bellowing moan from the strange, intimate sensation, Bess counted the seconds until Vera's sedatives would kick in, and ease the perverse woman into a comatose state before digestion began in earnest. However, this ritualized, almost daily occurrence was interrupted by a familiar knock on the door, followed by a plaintive scratching.
"Oh God, what the fuck is this shit now...Vera, that better not be you..." Bess called out hesitantly, ordering the door open and find that, in fact, it was.
"Oh don't be angry, my gorgeous belly-girl, I just had to clone myself early to watch...The tapes don't do the process justice..." Vera called out in a mesmerized tone, quickly bounding up right next to Bess' side, just like before. "Can I...Give you a little massage, darling?"
"You know how fucking illegal this is, right? Double cloning yourself like this? If I vomited you up right now and a cop walked in, all three of us would be screwed!" the bloated Minotaur fussed, belching occasionally mid-sentence.
"Oh honey, you don't understand. Laws are for poor people, we're just getting started," Vera said playfully, jostling her own cloned form around within Bess' clenching belly. Just then, there was another knock on the door, a small racket of little fists making themselves known with a practiced meter of raps.
"You...you didn't...crazy, rich rat bitch..." Bess stared dumbfounded, as a small crowd of identical and entirely nude Vera clones traipsed into her swanky room in a conga-line.
The first Vera clone wobbled the Minotaur's paunchy stomach violently, shaking the sedated rat woman within around. "Come on Bess, consider it a challenge. You have to eat all of us, every single one." As if on practiced cue, the teeming crowd of cloned Vera's stood around the overwhelmed bovine predator, giggling and smirking as their pink tails whipped about. "Right then, big girl, which one of us first? Come on, don't be shy."