“Good afternoon, ma’am! How are you today?”
“Terrible.”
“Oh… uh… sorry, to hear about that, ma’am.”
“Yeah… my friend just got swallowed up by some orca lady…”
“Oh, jeez, that is… pretty serious… well, ahem, speaking of which, I w-would, uh, like to tell you about an exciting new home security system that’s guaranteed to keep any predators out of-”
“My friend is gurgling away in some predator’s gut, and you’re trying to sell me things? You’re just… heartless!”
With that, there came that familiar click, and the call was over. The scrawny opossum man sitting in the cubicle could only sigh, not feeling particularly proud of his line of work… but hey, it was a living. There were dozens of cubicles lining the entire small building, all buzzing with calls and the clicking of keyboards.
In Zinnia City, even for predators, breaking and entering was illegal, but that didn’t stop some predators from sneaking into houses to swallow up entire families in their sleep. That’s what this company is for - selling home security systems designed to protect families against these sorts of predators.
The opossum, Glen, doesn’t work in the exciting parts of the company like the designing and engineering. No… he works at the call center. Going through a seemingly endless list of names of various prey families, and asking them if they’re interested in a fancy new home security. It was sort of a soul-draining job… but there was one thing that made it interesting…
In fact, speak of the devil. Glen was treated to the familiar feeling of the ground lightly shaking as a huge, looming figure approached. He didn’t even have to glance over to know just who it was - Bertha. Her eyes scanned over the crowd with a deeply unimpressed look on her face, and everybody knows even the slightest thing could set her off.
For some reason, though, Glen wasn’t nearly as scared of her as everyone else. Especially since he felt rather good about his sales this week. He pretended to keep working, but really, he was curiously listening in as the turkey stopped at the cubicle next to him. “Right, Hugo. It’s friday. How many customers did you reel in this week?”
“Twenty-three, miss!” The fox working next to him smiled, sounding relieved and proud that he had managed to surpass the quota.
“Oooh, that’s too bad,” she said, feigning disappointment. “The quota’s twenty-five. You just missed it.”
There was a long pause. “... w-what…?” The fox asked, his voice filled with shock and confusion, and most of all, terror! “No! The... the quota’s twenty! It’s always been twenty…!”
“Well, upper management has cut down on my lunch budget, so now, the quota’s twenty-five. Got it?” She rolled her eyes at his complaining, and the fox let out a little startled yelp as, with incredible strength, the massive turkey lady easily grabs him by his shirt collar and lifts him off his seat!
“No! This isn’t fair! You never said - MPH!” Before he could protest another moment, his voice was suddenly muffled. Glen couldn’t fight the urge to glance over… his breath catching in his throat at what he saw. The turkey was looking annoyed as she’d stuffed the fox’s entire upper body into her beak, only his kicking legs dangling out.
The other employees watched in horror, but Glen was almost fascinated, trailing the contours of his body as the bulge of the fox employee moved right down his throat. Desperately wishing he could feel that bulge in her feathery neck as it slowly slid down towards her gut, with his legs disappearing right into her beak until they, too, disappeared.
She let out a belch as he settled in her massive gut, which was so huge it was difficult to tell he was even in there, with just some barely noticeable bulges appearing in the part of her feathery belly that poked out beneath her overworked shirt. “Ugh! You know, nothing’s worse on the taste buds than whiny prey, Hugo,” she growled, patting her gut as she felt him squirm inside. “If you couldn’t be a good employee, you could at least be a half-decent lunch.”
Eventually, she trotted over to the next cubicle, which happened to belong to the opossum. “Glen. It’s friday. What do you got for me?”
In response, he only smiled lightly up at her. “They’re selling like hot cakes miss…!” He says, trying to seem far more enthusiastic than the rest of the employees. “I’ve signed thirty-six customers up for installments this week!”
She raised a brow, as if surprised. “Oh? Is that so? Well, good job, Glen. You’re a credit to the team,” she said, patting his head. “Keep that up, and you might even get employee of the month… hah…” With that, she let out another belch as she continued onwards, patting her gut as she went to presumably gobble down some more employees.
Meanwhile, Glen just sighed and glanced down at the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants, hidden away beneath his desk. Yup… the rest of his colleagues found her terrifying, but to Glen, she was drop dead gorgeous. He’d never been able to see a predator work like that in person, but working this job, he got to see it every single day. Just how easily the big, powerful, mean turkey lady could swallow people down and digest them in that churning prison of a gut…
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