Julianna was not really a hard person to get along with, or at least she didn’t think she was. She was laid back and easygoing, for the most part. Had a decent sense of humour, was decently knowledgeable on a wide variety of subjects which meant she was good at small talk. Really, it was baffling that so many people managed to stumble on the one very specific way to get on her bad side. It really, really wasn’t that hard to just... not litter. Just keep a plastic bag or something and put your trash in that. Or, better yet, just don’t bring things that will leave trash behind into a national park.

Okay, yes, admittedly she was a little strict on that whole front. But it was her job god dammit. It wasn’t unreasonable to be strict about litter. Sure, sometimes she’d get a bit overeager and punish people who hadn’t actually littered yet. And sure, sometimes she’d get really overeager and punish people just because she felt like it. In her defence, being a park ranger meant she spent an awful lot of time cut off from modern society in general. So she got hungry on occasion. Fucking sue her.

This time, at least, she felt somewhat justified in being enraged. “Litter” here felt like an extreme understatement – the small clearing had been reduced to what looked like a god damn garbage dump. The cause of this absolute disaster was obvious; a gathering of about thirty college kids who had decided to throw a party in the forest for some reason or another. Though, again, “party” wasn’t quite the right word. It looked more like the aftermath of a fucking riot. Crumpled up beer cans, discarded plastic cups, empty bags of chips and chip-adjacent snack foods, hundreds of those plastic skins from hot dogs, yet more empty bags of marshmallows and packets of graham crackers and chocolate wrappers, overturned tables, empty bottles of vodka, several bongs, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. “I hope you all intend to clean this up at some point,” she said, struggling to keep her cool.

“Isn’t that, like, your job?” The partygoers were all violently interchangeable. When asked to picture the kind of person who would go to this kind of debacle, Julianna would probably picture exactly these people. The specific girl who spoke up was a busty mink girl with dishevelled platinum blond hair long enough to reach her ass and an equally dishevelled bikini (why the fuck was she wearing a bikini in the god damn woods it had to have been below zero last night). And she was relatively modest in comparison to some of the other campers. She looked like she’d had a lot of alcohol and a lot of sex the previous night, probably because she had.

“Yeah, our taxes pay your salary so you shouldn’t be pestering us to do your job for you,” said a collie boy who looked like he’d probably never paid a single cent of taxes in his entire life.

“We already paid like five hundred bucks for passes,” interjected an athletic looking bear. Probably on the football team or something.

“Which is, like, fucking highway robbery, by the way,” added the mink girl snidely. “Like, hundreds of dollars to see some rocks and trees and water and shit in the woods like an animal and get lectured about trash by some ugly bitch too incompetent to get a real job like we’re in fucking elementary school?” She waved dismissively. “I’m gonna make my daddy buy this stupid park and turn it into a shopping mall.”

Julianne glared. She struggled to come up with something, anything to say in response and completely and utterly failed. It absolutely baffled her how aggressively unpleasant they all seemed to be. Less like real people and more like cartoonish parodies from a 1980s college comedy. Or, more accurately, like cartoonish parodies from a 1970s slasher movie. The kind of person that was specifically designed from the ground up for you to not feel bad when they died. Still even if they seemed uninterested in behaving like adults, she felt somewhat obligated to at least try and give them a chance. “Listen,” she said, desperately trying to cling onto that last string of her fraying patience. “There’s rules that you agreed to by entering the park, and-”

“I didn’t agree to anything,” interrupted the mink, who appeared to be the leader. “Like, I paid your stupid overpriced fee, I should be allowed to do whatever the fuck I want.”

“And they’re there for a reason,” Julianna finished. That last bit of patience was getting thinner and thinner by the second. Her stomach was already beginning to voice its own opinion on how she should handle the matter – sharp pangs of hunger violently pierced her concentration. She elected to ignore them, which was unusually generous of her. Perhaps she was just in a good mood. Or had been in a good mood at the beginning of all this, and was now just coasting on inertia. Still, they were technically just a bunch of ill-informed children. They deserved a chance to maybe learn something from all of this.

“Whatever,” said the mink, pointedly refusing to learn anything from this.

“Okay, for instance, look at your fire,” she said, pointing at the now entirely burned out pile of coals on the ground. “You just built it on the ground instead of any of the designated firepits.”

“Like, there weren’t any campsites with firepits available. We’re not gonna go without a fire just ‘cause you were all too incompetent to make enough.”

“Those firepits are there because building a fire out in the open like this is incredibly dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing. If you started a forest fire you would have all died.”

The mink seemed unconvinced. “Could have, but didn’t,” she snapped. “Like, are you sure you’re not just exerting what minuscule authority you have to compensate for feelings of inadequacy? Because this whole thing is starting to feel like a waste of my time.”

“And look at all this food waste,” Julianna said, pointedly ignoring the mink’s rebuttal. “This is almost guaranteed to attract dangerous wild animals.”

“Like, if it’s so guaranteed then how come it didn’t happen?”

“And anyway if there’s so many dangerous wild animals why are you letting people camp here?” added the bear. “That’s dangerous. Why haven’t you gotten rid of them all?”

“Because this is a nature preserve you-” Julianna cut herself off before calling them idiots. Even if it were true (and it very much was true), it wouldn’t do to antagonize them. That would only serve to make them even less cooperative. “Listen,” she said, slowly and about as patiently as she was currently capable of being. “The best outcome of leaving a mess like this is getting banned from setting foot in any more national parks for the rest of your life. The worst case scenario is that you could actually get in serious trouble and have to do jail time, or worse.”

“I’d like to see you try, you stupid bitch,” said the mink, jabbing Julianna in the chest. “Like, do you have any idea who my daddy is? If you piss me off, I could ruin your life. I hope you didn’t like this job because you’re gonna lose it, and everyone you know is gonna lose their jobs, and you’re never gonna be able to get another job ever again. My manicure cost more money than you’ll ever see in your entire fucking life, cunt.” There were general murmurings of consensus from the rest of the partygoers, mostly too hungover to join the conversation but generally agreeing with what the mink had to say.

Once again, Julianna’s stomach made its opinion on the matter clear, much louder and more insistently. A deep, hungry growl that cut through the ambient noise of the forest.

“Oh, is the fat bitch hungry? Go on and grab a carton of krispy kremes, fatass.”

That struck a bit of a nerve. Sure, Julianna had fairly ample hips and a soft ass and maybe a bit of a tum on days when she’d been exceptionally peckish. But in spite of appearances, she was actually in excellent shape. “I’m not fat,” she retorted, too upset to come up with anything better. She probably would have let this slide were it not just yet another in a long string of indignities and insults. Her stomach chimed in with another hungry growl, louder than the last, which didn’t help matters.

“You sure look fat,” the mink girl retorted. To be fair, in comparison to the partygoers, Julianna probably did appear to be fairly heavyset. The girls all had skinny, lithe supermodel builds, while the boys were all muscular athletes. Still, the personal insults had finally pushed the squirrel to her breaking point. No more patience and understanding. These kids were assholes and deserved to be made an example of. “Have you never heard of exercise and diet? How do you even get fat living in the woods? Look at this,” The mink said, making the staggeringly poor decision to jab Julianna again – this time in her still-growling belly.

“Right, that’s it,” Julianna said as that last bit of patience snapped. She reached down and grabbed the mink girl firmly by the slender wrist.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Let go of me or I’ll fucking sue you.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Julianna said firmly, tightening her grip.

“Ow! Hey, that fucking hurts!”

“Tough.” Julianna loomed over the mink, standing up straight and lifting the smaller girl’s arm in the air. It hadn’t been as clear earlier, but now that they were standing directly next to each other the fairly significant difference in size was readily apparent. The mink girl wasn’t particularly tall – probably under five feet by a noticeable margin. Julianna, meanwhile was exactly six feet even. And, in spite of the apparent squishiness, was at least stronger than the mink girl. She struggled, but couldn’t even manage to make the larger squirrel budge in the slightest. “It looks like you’ve decided to go with that worst case scenario I mentioned. Unwise.”

“Fuck off you crazy bitch! Let go of me! Do you have any idea who I am?! I’m going to sue you so fucking hard that your entire goddamn family tree’s gonna be in my debt to mine for the rest of fucking history!!!”

“I’d like to see you try,” Julianna retorted. That was the last thing she said – the time for words had passed. She owed these little shits a punishment, and a punishment they were gonna fucking get. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and then wider, before unceremoniously cramming the mink girl’s arm inside.

The mink screamed, of course. They always did. Like they were the victims instead of someone who had done something wrong and was suffering the entirely justified consequences. That was quickly cut short, as Julianna shoved her head and shoulders into her gob. She grabbed the mink’s body and hefted it upwards, turning her head back and letting gravity do the rest of the work. The mink slid her way down Julianna’s throat and into her stomach. The buttons on the lower half of her somewhat flimsy shirt popped open one by one to make way for the mink, her abdomen bulging obscenely in uneven lumps as a result of the girl’s escape attempts.

“Oooooh, yessssss, keep that up,” Julianna moaned. “Feels fuckin’ great. Really stimulates the digestion nicely, too. Makes things over for you quicker. It’s basically win-win!” Naturally, the mink reacted by struggling even more. Kicking and punching, letting out muffled screams of terror and demands to be let out that devolved into desperate sobbing and pleading. All of it fell on deaf ears, of course – the time to beg for mercy had long since passed. It wasn’t like they didn’t warn campers in advance that this might happen to them if they broke the rules. Not even in the fine print! Right there at the top of the list of rules at every entrance to the park was a big fat warning that read ‘Violators will be vored.’ Julianna was really just doing her job. It was their fault for not paying attention.

And anyway even if she was inclined to feel any kind of sympathy for her (which she wasn’t), her desperate pleas were at this point entirely drowned out by the comfortable gurgles of digestion. She was a big fan of the feeling of helpless prey struggling to escape. It felt good. So there was always an element of disappointment as that struggling slowed and weakened and eventually came to a stop. The uneven shapes of the mink’s writhing body slowly but inevitably smoothed out into a taut, round bulge. It always reminded her vaguely of an exceptionally extreme pregnancy – which made sense, as there was a full grown adult in there. Sort of.

The process came to a decisive end as Julianna burped, long and low and wet. “Oh, excuse me,” she said, carefully pulling the slightly damp bikini from her mouth and tossing it aside. “There. Now, are you all going to clean up your mess now? Or do I have to eat the rest of you?”

“Wh- what the fuck?” said the collie boy from earlier. “You just ate her!”

“Yep,” Julianna replied succinctly. “You were warned about this, which you’d have known if you paid any attention to the rules.”

“You can’t just kill someone!” shouted the bear boy, equally indignant.

“Actually, I can. Technically I’m a federal officer, and legally speaking how I handle rulebreakers is up to my discretion. There’s gonna be a nightmare’s worth of paperwork, but there’s plenty of precedent and you did break federal laws which were, again, pretty clearly stated. It’s not my fault you didn’t read them!”

“You’re a psycho!” the bear said, charging forward, accompanied by the collie, both filled with a surge of frankly unwarranted bravery.

“I’m gonna call the cops,” the collie said, reaching for a pocket that wasn’t there – his pants had been discarded long ago, somewhere in the pile of garbage.

“I am the cops, kid,” Julianna said, grabbing both boys by the arms.

“Hey!”

“Leggo of me!”

“I’ll sue!”

“Yes because threatening to sue me worked so well for the last person,” Julianna muttered, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, this is your last chance to clean up. Really, it’s not that big of a deal, certainly not worth getting eaten over.” Her stomach was already making hungry growls, louder and more enthusiastic than before, making it clear that it didn’t foresee the kids making the smart decision. But, well, in spite of what the kids had to say on the matter, Julianna wasn’t a psycho. It was only fair to give them at least a little bit of a chance to redeem themselves. Even if she was fairly certain that her gut instincts were right and they weren’t going to take it.

“Why are you all just standing there, she’s gonna fucking eat us!” the collie boy shouted.

“Let go of me you crazy bitch!” roared the bear, firmly yanking his arm back in an attempt to escape. Julianna had been easily able to overpower the scrawny mink, but the bear and collie were much closer to an even match for her.

For now, at least.

As much as Julianna always felt a little disappointed when her victims’ struggling stopped, it was always followed shortly by what was by far the best part of digestion. “Mnnnn, fine, I was getting hungry anyway,” she mumbled idly, much more concerned with the delightful warmth she could feel building up, the way her skin was beginning to tingle beneath her fur. Sparks of electricity danced up and down her spine, and her upper and lower lips alike began to moisten in anticipation of what was coming next.

The noises from her stomach got louder and more emphatic as her body began to process the remains of the mink. Slowly but surely, her gut began to shrink even as the rest of her began to grow.

Her belt was the first thing to go – well, technically the buttons on that had popped as a result of the bulge that the mink formed were the first first things to go. But the first thing to go as the direct result of her digestion was her belt. She tended to keep it fairly tight around her waist, because she loved the sensation of it giving in to her widening hips. Next to go was the button on her pants, flying off somewhere in the woods. She didn’t really care, she could deal with that little bit of litter later – unlike some people, she wasn’t averse to cleaning up after herself. The zipper slid down of its own accord, revealing just a hint of pink panties. The legs slooooowly inched their way up her calves as they lengthened and thickened, and she could hear the seams snapping as a result of broadening, thickening thighs.

Of course, her lower body wasn’t the only part of her that was getting bigger. The top half of her shirt’s buttons began popping one by one as her modest bust very quickly became not-so-modest. “Oooooooh yesssssss,” she hissed as they very quickly approached the size of her head. “Biggerrrrrrrrr~” And bigger she fucking got. The two boys, who had been taller than her by a few inches, suddenly found themselves looking at her nose, and then her neck, and then her cleavage. Once again, they attempted to escape, but the time when that was even remotely a possibility had long since passed. She casually lifted them both up by their arms, her muscles flexing and bulging almost obscenely in the process. Her plush seemed to melt away all at once, revealing a chiselled figure, like a god damn bodybuilder. Most of that, of course, had already been there – a lot of it was hidden beneath her chub, and beyond that she’d gotten very good at hiding it over the years. Generally, it was in her best interests to be unassuming and soft rather than big and buff and intimidating.

Of course, right now, big and buff and intimidating was decidedly desirable, so she let it all come out. With another casual flex, her arms bulged obscenely and disintegrated the sleeves of her shirt. At this point she found herself rapidly running out of buttons, between her much larger breasts and the much broader chest beneath them. The one single remaining button strained admirably against the unstoppable forces it was attempting to contain. In her experience, it tended to last surprisingly long in comparison to the others. Clearly, whoever had designed the standard park ranger uniform knew what they were doing.

Julianna effortlessly tossed one of the boys in the air, catching him with her mouth. He slid down her throat like he was god damn liquid, followed very quickly by the other. Her rock hard abs were, in short order, obscured by the bulge of two adult human beings. “Mnnnn, that’s always the best part,” she said cheerily. “Right, then. Who’s next?”

They panicked. Of course they did, she’d just eaten three people whole and alive in front of them, and also grown significantly larger as a result of the digestion. Who wouldn’t immediately descend into a blind panic? Of course, from Julianna’s perspective, it was counterproductive. No coordination or cooperation. In spite of everyone’s seeming willingness to throw everyone else under the bus, they all somehow managed to get in each other’s way. As natural a reaction as it might have been, it was also decidedly not going to help them escape from their inevitable destination; inside of Julianna.

Her stomach let out a loud, angry noise. Partially to express its continued enthusiasm at the prospect of such a big meal, mostly as a result of her digestive system kicking into high gear. The bear and the dog were already completely liquified, much quicker than the mink. Her body had shifted fully into predator mode, processing her meal quickly and efficiently into more size and muscle, with which to more efficiently deal with the rest of her lunch.

Julianna took a moment to savour the growth. It wasn’t like anyone was going to manage to get away any time soon, not with the way they were all running in circles like chickens with their heads cut off. So she closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Overwhelm her. The mounting need. The weight. The way her clothing was getting increasingly tighter and tighter around her body, covering less and less of her increasingly ample fur.

The downside of her body shifting into predator mode, she supposed, was that the good part was over much sooner. She had digested and processed two fairly large people in the same time that one petite girl had taken not five minutes ago. There were also diminishing returns, after a point. Five feet made a much bigger difference on someone who was six feet tall than it did on someone seven or eight or ten feet tall. Especially factoring in that it wasn’t just a question of height to height – the extra breast meat and muscle mass also had to come from somewhere, after all.

Thankfully she’d not quite hit the tipping point where she stopped getting real meaningful growth. She estimated she’d probably end up hitting twelve feet, given the number of people and their respective sizes. Which was a pretty good haul! Though, of course, first she had to actually eat them.

First, of course, were the people closest. Less effort on her part, that just made sense to her. She grabbed the person closest to her – a chinchilla girl, she idly registered before she stopped being a chinchilla and started being lunch. That resulted in another loud gurgle and even more screams from the college kids. Somehow they managed to devolve even further into blind panic, making the next target (a raccoon) even easier.

Julianna decided it was probably best to stop registering individual details of her victims. It slowed her down, raised the chances that one of them might beat the odds and escape. Which just plain wouldn’t do at all. She grabbed another two and crammed them down her gob – it really was considerate of them to keep wandering into arm’s reach! They went down easier and easier with each one she consumed. “Mooooore~” she growled right along with her gut as she grabbed another two and ate them. That was nine down, just under a third of the way through. She made a quick mental correction to just over a third of the way through.

Of course, as quick as her progress was, she found herself running out of easy targets. Most of the remaining college kids were out of direct reach, closer to the edges of the camp where they appeared to be attempting to gather their belongings. Which, again, was an understandable reaction given their panic, but probably not great for long term survival. “Come on, hurry up!” shouted someone. “Now’s our chance, while she’s too fat to move?”

It was cute, really, that they thought that having eight or so people in her would slow her down even slightly. A big, hungry grin spread across her face, accompanied by a good amount of drool running down her lower lips and jaws. “Oh, are you finally going to start trying to make this interesting?” She hunkered down, waggling her hips like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse – which wasn’t too far off, species aside. She leapt clear across the campsite, far more mobile than someone of her size really should have been, tackling an unfortunate mouse girl to the ground. Julianna almost felt sorry for her, the way she struggled against the colossal gut she was pinned under.

“Get the fuck off of me, you fat, ugly psycho bitch!”

Almost felt sorry for her. She could stand to be pinned for a little bit longer. Julianna instead relished the way the miniscule little slut squirmed beneath her bulk while returning to grabbing everyone else in arm’s reach and cramming them into her mouth. Still only two at a time, unfortunately – she wasn’t quite big enough to really gorge herself, but that was fine. As much as she wanted to make sure she got everyone, there was something to be said for the occasional personal touch.

Like, for instance, the mouse girl. Repulsive personality and litterbug tendencies aside, she was rather cute, though admittedly Julianna hadn’t gotten the best look at her before pinning her underneath the liquified remains of her friends. Still, she’d gotten enough of a look to see that she had a nice ass and big fuckin’ fake tits that strained her probably intentionally too small swimwear.

“Tell you what,” she said, slowly shifting herself off of the smaller girl. The mouse immediately made a mad scramble to escape, but just didn’t have fast enough reflexes to avoid being pinned by the massive squirrel’s foot. She swallowed heavily, looking up at Julianna’s looming figure – all she could see was calves and thighs and hips and stomach. Julianna’s pants strained violently to contain her bulk, a clearly losing battle. The seams were slowly but surely tearing apart to reveal increasingly copious amounts of auburn fur, and the bits that weren’t tearing looked fucking painted onto her chiselled muscles. “I’m feeling magnanimous, so I’m gonna offer you a little deal.” The mouse couldn’t see the confident smirk plastered on Julianna’s face, but at this point it was inferred.

She reached down, arm bulging with obscene musculature, and tore off her dark green pants with no effort whatsoever. Julianna typically liked to try and outgrow her clothing, but she foresaw this approach being fun, too. “If you can manage to satisfy me before I finish digesting this round, I’ll eat you last.”

“And, um... If I don’t?” the mouse asked, knowing full well the answer. Julianna didn’t give it, instead dropping down to her knees, leaving her crotch inches away from the mouse’s twitching nose. God, the scent of the massive squirrel’s arousal was so fucking intoxicating, so thick she could practically taste it. Her pink panties were soaked almost to the point of transparency, and stretched to the point where they were practically a god damn g-string. Not that the mouse cared. She found herself struggling to care about anything beyond that scent and that taste and getting more of both. She struggled to remember why she’d been so terrified, so desperate to escape, but came up with a blank.

“I’d get to work if I were you.”

The mouse didn’t need to be told twice. She probably didn’t need to be told once, though on the other hand perhaps she did. She found herself enraptured by Julianna’s body, and it was only the larger woman’s command that shook her out of her reverie. “O-oh, right.” She moved her hands upwards, shaking with some strange and exhilarating combination of instinctive terror and extreme arousal. She rested her hands on Julianna’s thighs uncertainly – she’d never actually been with a woman before. Still, she mused as she tentatively pulled the soaked pink panties aside, it couldn’t be that different from pleasuring herself, could it?

Taking that thought process to heart, she started by rubbing the outer lips. She wasn’t sure how big the ranger had gotten, but she needed to use her whole hand to get even barely adequate coverage. Still, it seemed to be appreciated – Julianna practically gushed in response. Though, to be fair, she’d really already been gushing. The difference was almost imperceptible, but it was definitely there. Hopefully that would be good enough for Julianna.  If not, well, she was going to have to pick up the pace. As turned on as she was, she didn’t really relish the potential consequences for failure.

The mouse did two things to escalate. First, she moved a hand upwards to give attention to Julianna’s clit. It was enormous, almost big enough that she outright needed her whole hand to play with it. She was rewarded with an encouraging moan, a very loud gurgle, and a fresh deluge of fluids. Presumably that meant she was doing something right. She placed her other hand on a rock-hard thigh to steady herself as she lifted her head up and buried her snout as deep in squirrel cunt as it would go.

That, it seems, was the correct decision. “Mnnfuuuuuuck~” Julianna groaned as she came. The mouse eagerly lapped up the fresh supply of sweet, slick fluid as best as she was capable of given the sheer volume. It felt like there were gallons of the stuff, and quite abruptly the mouse found herself having trouble breathing. Here she was, literally drowning in pussy.

And, of course, Julianna grew. Her taut stomach dwindled rapidly while the rest of her swelled enormously. The mouse found her head sandwiched between thickening thighs that were pressing dangerously tightly against her skull. It felt good, but also at the same time terrifying. Of course, on the other hand, that terror only served to make the whole thing even hotter in a fucked up sort of way. She renewed her focus on squeezing Julianna’s growing clit and eating out her cunt like her life depended on it – and it very much did.

Eventually, Julianna stopped growing, which was the moment of truth. The mouse didn’t stop her work until Julianna stood up, moving her still-leaking box out of reach. “Good job,” she said idly, the only feedback the mouse got. That and the fact that she wasn’t immediately eaten were the only signs she got that she’d succeeded. That was good, though really she was having a hard time appreciating her good fortune in more than the abstract. Her mind swam as she desperately struggled to catch her breath. The air of the campsite reeked of squirrel musk. It was barely any different than when she’d literally had her face buried in cunt, though at least she could breathe at all.

Still, there was a not insignificant part of her that was crushingly disappointed that it was over for now.

Julianna stretched idly. None of the litterbugs, she noted, had escaped while she had her little bit of fun. Unwise on their part. Their numbers had already been significantly thinned, turned into height and muscle and padding for her tits and ass. Speaking of height, she was already past her earlier estimated finishing point of twelve feet, beyond twice as tall as the tallest of the litterbugs. Clearly her math had been off – not really too surprising, her mind wasn’t exactly in any state to do the complicated calculations required to figure out her final height.

But that was enough time spent not eating the litterbugs when she could have been eating the litterbugs. She was fucking hungry god dammit, and she was barely halfway through! If she delayed much longer, why, there was actually a chance she might miss some of them. And that wouldn’t do at all.

“Where do you all think you’re going?” she growled. “I gave you ample opportunity to clean up your mess and you didn’t.” She crossed the campsite in a few easy strides. She didn’t even have to move quickly, barely moving above an idle stroll. She reached down and unceremoniously resumed eating. Grabbing one while she stuffed another in her mouth, moving from person to person with ease. She didn’t even bother swallowing, letting her cheeks bulge like a hamster gorging on nuts. Technically she was a squirrel and didn’t actually have cheek pouches, but it wasn’t like it mattered – her mouth was absurdly stretchy by necessity.

She moved quickly and efficiently. She’d savoured the experience enough, and now it was time to get this done. Get them in her mouth – once they were in her cheeks, they’d missed their opportunity for escape. In short order, she had fourteen people stuffed into her cheeks. They bulged, stretched out almost comically. She swallowed heavily, and those bulges travelled down her throat and settled in her lower abdomen once again. “Twenty nine down,” she said, turning to look at the final camper. “One to go. Toldja I’d eat you last~”

The mouse girl was splayed on the ground, sobbing like a terrified child. She couldn’t have been too afraid, though, considering that she had one hand firmly squeezing one of her fake tits, her bikini top pushed aside to reveal her heaving bosom, while the other had three fingers buried to the third knuckle in her cunt. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted in between choked breaths and barely stifled moans. “I swear I won’t do it again and I’ll clean it all up just please don’t eat me.”

Julianna sauntered over to the mouse, her footfalls weighty thuds. She loomed over the much smaller girl – were they both standing up straight, she would have had to stand on her tip toes to reach Julianna’s crotch. She flopped forward onto her rotund belly, her face inches from the mouse girl’s body. Thoughts of escape briefly darted through her mind, but ultimately she decided that was a bad idea. Besides which, there was a part of her that felt... almost eager for whatever was coming next.

“Well, in that case, apology accepted!”

There was a heavy silence as the mouse processed this new information. “... Huh?”

“Well, I mean, literally all I asked was that you guys clean up after yourselves. If you all had just said ‘sorry, we’ll clean up’ sooner then your friends would probably mostly still be alive.”

“I-” The mouse caught herself before objecting. It was kind of a psychotic thing to say, but... in a weird sort of way, she had a point. The only thing that Julianna had asked, from the very beginning, was that they clean up their mess and maybe be more responsible in the future. Of course all it took to stop her rampage was agree to fucking do that one thing she’d asked. “They were more acquaintances, really. Honestly I didn’t really like most of them.” She allowed herself to relax, just a little. It felt like a colossal weight was lifted from her chest. “Mostly I just knew them because our parents are all rich. That doesn’t mean I liked them.”

“Well, you can take solace in knowing you’re significantly smarter than any of them were.” In a kind of fucked up sorta way, that was actually mildly comforting.

“Um... O-okay,” she muttered awkwardly. “I, um. I guess I’m just gonna get started, then?”

“Oh, no need to rush~” Julianna purred, inching closer to the mouse. “So long as you do it eventually, I’m happy. Besides, I’ll be here to supervise. Closely. Take your time, being thorough is much more important than being quick.”

“Oh. O-okay.”

“You seem distracted.”

“I do?”

“Yep. Lemme help you deal with that, don’t want your mind elsewhere while you’re cleaning up. Besides, I owe you one.”

“Um, what do you m-ah!” Her train of thought was violently derailed when Julianna grabbed her legs and lifted them up over the mouse’s head before pressing her face against leaky mousecunt. “A-ah! Wh-what are you doing?!”

“I told you,” Julianna cooed. God, the way her voice rumbled through her body was almost enough to set her off right then and there. “I’m returning the favour.”

Julianna opened her mouth, ever so slightly, and the mouse girl briefly felt her heart fucking stop for a moment. Thankfully, Julianna was true to her word – she had no intention of eating the smaller girl. Instead, she sloooowly let her massive tongue slide out and press firmly against the mouse’s crotch. “A-ahhhhhhhnggg!” she moaned. If Julianna talking had almost been enough to push her over the edge, this absolutely was. The way the massive wet thing pressed against her, gently rubbing up and down, stimulating everything at fucking once – it was practically mindblowing.

She barely managed to remove her hand from her cunt, letting it tend to the other boob – her pussy was more than taken care of. She let herself get washed away by the mind-numbing pleasure. Her hips bucked, instinctively pressing against the enormous muscle in a desperate attempt to get it inside her. One which, to her mild surprise, was successful. Not a lot of tongue ended up in her, but more than zero tongue. It was big enough that that was all that she needed to stretch her beyond what any cock she’d ever taken had managed (and she’d taken an awful lot of cocks.) She couldn’t imagine anything managing to top this, this perfect fullness spreading her eager lips apart.

At which point Julianna started growing again.

The mouse screamed in ecstasy, stretched exactly to the maximum amount that she could take and then slightly more. She was beyond the point of words, beyond the point of at all contributing to things. Her hands fell limply on the ground – she no longer needed to give them any attention anyway. Her body convulsed, only kept in place by Julianna’s increasingly firm grip.

She had no idea how long this lasted – Julianna milked climax after climax after glorious climax from her for god knows how long. Eventually, though, she dimly registered that things had stopped. “Buh,” she managed, collapsing back onto the ground.

“There we go. Frustrations vented. Take a moment to regain the ability to walk and then you can get to work.”

The squirrel loomed. She didn’t seem to be trying to loom, but she fucking did it anyway. Everything about her was huge. She took a moment to take stock of herself. It turned out her twelve foot estimate had been even more off than she’d thought – she had to be eighteen feet tall! It wasn’t often that she got to get this huge, so she resolved to enjoy it while it lasted. She flexed, and was rewarded with biceps bigger than some people. Muscle upon muscle upon muscle, enough to be beyond ridiculous while still managing to completely fail at concealing her feminine figure. If anything, it was enhanced, pushing out her enormous boobs and colossal ass, making both seem much larger than their already obscene sizes.

The mouse was staring. Of course she was. Julianna appreciated the audience – likewise, it wasn’t often that she got an audience. Usually they just ended up getting fucking eaten. “Take some time to recover, but not too long. It’s in your best interest to get this mess dealt with before sunset. I’m starting to get peckish.” This command was punctuated by another wet burp, sending several articles of clothing flying all over the campsite.

The mouse swallowed nervously. “Y-yes, ma’am,” she muttered, slowly pulling herself to her feet, shaking and unsteady. Julianna produced a large roll of black garbage bags from... somewhere, the mouse didn’t know where and wasn’t really sure she wanted to know. She took a second to adjust what clothing she had on before getting to work. There was a big mess, after all, and she only had so much time before Julianna’s good will wore out.

Still, it wasn’t actually as hard as she thought it would be. Almost meditative, in a way. Her mind wandered while she worked, straying to various subjects. How she was going to explain this to her parents. How she was going to explain this to the other campers’ parents. How this was basically her own fault, really. How she’d gotten here in the first place. Where she was going next. She’d never really given much thought to her future – she’d just assumed she was going to be a career heiress, marry some rich fucker, maybe give him a few kids and then sleep around until he died and she inherited his money too. Never once had she even considered any kind of actual career path.

Or at least, not until now.

Because being a forest ranger seemed like a lot of fun.