Caught In The Rat's Trap

Some role reversal to start off your week! 

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Stephanie had already eaten nine people.  Today, she planned to have her tenth.
The cat hummed to herself as she brushed her red hair, admiring her dusty brown fur in the mirror.  Smiling to herself, she searched in her closet for just the right dress, holding them in front of her well-endowed chest one by one.  Finally, she settled on an outfit decorated with a sunflower print, putting it on and admiring herself in the mirror.
She was getting to be quite good at this, she thought as she looked herself over.  The first victim had been a difficult one to get down, and he had kept her up all night long, but once he was dead and digested, it felt absolutely /amazing/.  So she kept on doing it, using dating apps to lure more men to go out with her for dinner, then /become/ her dinner, all in one lovely evening.  She couldn’t help but enjoy herself more and more each time—wasn’t that only natural for a predator like her?
Ah, but she had to focus.  Stephanie finished posing in the mirror and picked up her purse, checking her phone.  If she left now, she’d be at the new café about five minutes early.  And that would be absolutely perfect.
She left her apartment and made her way down to the coffee shop, whistling as she walked.  According to his dating profile, the one she was about to meet, Nicodemus, was an albino rat, a rather thin fellow with a very nice smile.  He looked absolutely delicious, and the cat couldn’t wait to have him for dinner.
She reached The Island Café in just a few minutes.  Though it was quite close to her house, she had never been here before, but it looked like a fun place to meet.  Nicodemus had suggested it, and she had readily agreed.  She couldn’t wait to see her meal. . .
The cat walked inside of the café and looked around.  It didn’t take long for her to spot Nicodemus: he was sitting at the corner of the café, and waved her over with a smile.  She went over, studying him.
He was about one third of her height, reaching about her thigh.  He looked pretty much the same as his profile picture, though she hadn’t been expecting him to be so short.  Ah well, small meals were always good too—little treats were nice.
“Hello,” she said, sitting down. She noticed there was a drink in front of her.  “Nicodemus?”
“Yes,” he said shyly.  “Y-You’re Stephanie?”  She nodded, and he gestured to the drink.  “I-I saw on your profile that you like chocolate lattes,” he explained.  “So I thought I’d order one for you. . .”
“Why thank you!” Stephanie said, sitting down.  She took a swig of her drink and smiled.  “Ahhhh, that tastes good.”  He looked relieved, and she leaned forward, purring, “Now, handsome.  Why don’t you tell me all about you?”
And so the two started to chat, talking about themselves, then moving on to casual conversation.  All the while, Stephanie thought about how tasty he looked, and how much she’d enjoy eating him.  He looked like such a delicious dish, and she couldn’t wait to feel him going down her throat. . . Mmm, the thought of it was just delightful.
“W-Why don’t we go back to my place?” Nicodemus suggested as the evening wrapped up.  “We can, you know,” he said, looking quite shy, “g-get to know each other a little better.”
“That sounds lovely!” Stephanie agreed.  “Let’s go.”
They walked to Nicodemus’s place—though Stephanie almost tripped over herself a few times, how embarrassing—and reached an isolated little house.  Good, that meant no witnesses or chances of neighbors interfering with her feast!
They walked inside and made their way to the bedroom.  As they did, Stephanie tripped on herself again, and fell down on the bed.  This time, she found she couldn’t get up—her feet felt numb!
Stephanie opened her mouth to say something, but the numbness was spreading quickly throughout her body.  She struggled to move.  Why couldn’t she /move/?!  “Hey!” she called out—thank goodness she could still speak!  “I’m not sure what’s going on here.  Can you help m—?”
That’s when she got a look at Nicodemus’s face, and realized this was no accident.
The shy, timid face of the rat had transformed into a victorious, sneering expression, one that looked quite assured about what was happening right now.  His face was very confident, and it made chills run down the cat’s spine.  What was going on?!
“Looks like you can’t escape,” Nicodemus teased her—even his voice was different now.  “It seems that you’re all mine now, sweetheart.  And that’s just the way I like things to be. . .”
He reached over and repositioned her body, so that Stephanie’s feet were hanging over the bed, and her arms were above her head.  Then he walked in front of her, and pulled down his pants, so that his butt was showing.
The cat immediately realized what he was about to do.  “Wait, can’t we talk about this?!” she begged.  “You don’t want to eat me, now do you?!”
Nicodemus laughed.  “Actually, I do,” he teased her with a grin.  “So why don’t you be a good little morsel, and head down the hatch where you belong?”
He stood there for a victorious moment, his butt right in front of her feet.  Then, he began to have his feast.
Stephanie cried out in surprise and terror as her toes were sucked in, pulled into the rat’s ass with a loud /sluuuuuurp!/  She felt the tight, cramped tunnel of the rat’s anus clamp around her feet, refusing to let them go.  “No!” she protested, wanting to struggle—maybe if she moved around enough, she could pull the ends of her feet out!  But aside from her head, the rest of her body was still numb, and wouldn’t move even a little bit—she was trapped now, wasn’t she.  No, no, she couldn’t think like that!  There had to be another way to get out of this mess!
Nicodemus let out a happy sigh as he sucked in the first bite of his meal.  It sure felt good to have somebody inside of his ass again; he liked it when his butt felt nice and full like this.  His prey was putting up a bit of a fight, but he knew that nothing would come of it, thanks to the drug he had given her.  Everything was going exactly as planned. . . He smiled, and pulled in the rest of her feet.
/Slorp!/  Stephanie screamed as her feet were sucked in up to her heels—now they were all inside of the rat’s ass!  She felt her toes leave the anus area and enter a tighter place, one surrounded by little hairs (villi)—she had swallowed enough prey through her own ass to know that this was Nicodemus’s large intestine!  “No, no, not like this!” she screamed, refusing to acknowledge the situation she was currently in.  “It can’t happen like this!  I’m the predator, for goodness sake!”
“And now you’re the prey,” Nicodemus teased his meal.  He savored that first bit of penetration into his intestines, loving that opening moment where his food entered that organ.  “Better get used to your new position in life, sweetheart.  Because you’re not leaving anytime soon.”  He waited another moment longer, listening to her sweet cries, and waiting for her to beg some more.  She didn’t seem to be returning it yet, but he knew it would happen soon enough.  And so, he pulled more of his food inside of him, smiling wildly as he devoured the cat alive.
Stephanie screamed as more of her was eaten by the rat’s butt, and her ankles were sucked up by the anal hole.  She felt her feet travel further down the intestinal tube, so that now, most of her feet were inside the large intestines, surrounded by little ticklish hairs.  Trying very hard not to panic, the cat tried to think of a way she could get out of this.  But feeling wasn’t returning to anything underneath her neck, so for now, she couldn’t move.  Therefore, there was no way out of this mess . . . was there?
Nicodemus smiled as he heard the cat scream in terror, and his grin got wider as he felt more of her slide up into his ass.  It felt so good to devour another like this, very good indeed.  It had been quite a while since his last meal, so he had planned things very carefully.  The cat posting her favorite drink on her social media had been quite lucky, and he had been able to use that to sneak the drug inside of her.  All in all, his plan had worked quite perfectly, and he chuckled to himself, happy at his success.  Then, he pulled in more of his delicious prey.
Stephanie cried out again as the rat pulled her calves in, sucking her up until he reached her knees.  Her heart was pounding rapidly inside of her chest, and she frantically tried to think of a way to escape this situation.  She couldn’t get out physically, but she still had use of her mouth and head. . . Perhaps she could find a way to escape this scenario verbally?  That could work, maybe. . . There was only one way to find out, and that was to try.
“So, Nicodemus,” she asked the predator, trying to remove the fear from her voice, “was this your plan all along?  To capture me, and eat me?”
“You’re correct,” the rat replied, chuckling.  “I lured you with the dating app, just like I did my other vicitms, and I never had any intention of leaving you alive, my dear.  The reason I came today was to have a plump, juicy feline meal.  And I am currently enjoying it /very/ much. . .”
Stephanie gulped, but tried to remain calm.  “Well, I /am/ a predator too, you know.  I’ve also lured people out using the dating site to catch victims of my own.”  She took a deep breath.  “What I’m saying is, perhaps the two of us could . . . work together?  I’m sure that two predators teaming up would be more effective than the two of us working alone to catch prey.
“What do you say, Nicodemus?  Want to make this a team effort?”
She, of course, had no intention of working with the rat; she just wanted to not be eaten.  Plus, she was just stalling for time until the numbness wore off, hoping that by that point, she could escape.  She watched the rat ponder her question, holding her breath as he scratched his chin in thought.
Finally, Nicodemus shook his head.  “Nope,” he told her, laughing.  “I don’t trust other predators, my dear—I only trust myself.  Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to resume my meal.”
“No, wait—"
Too late.  He slurped up more of Stephanie, pulling in the cat’s thighs, not stopping until he reached her midsection.
And that was when she reached it.
She felt her legs traveling down the twisting tunnel of the intestines, going steadily upwards.  Then, her feet entered a new space, popping into a large chamber.  Immediately, Nicodemus’s stomach growled loudly in greeting, and the vibrations echoed across her toes—shit.  So that was where she was.
“HELP!” the cat screamed, feeling quite desperate now.  “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Nicodemus laughed.  “Sorry sweetheart, but nobody’s going to help you now,” he informed her triumphantly.  “Might as well get used to your new life as food.”
Now Stephanie was truly starting to panic.  “No no no!” she screamed, trying desperately to struggle now.  But her body wouldn’t move as she commanded it—she was still under the effects of the numbness.  How had the rat even drugged her, anyway, she hadn’t even—
Oh.  She remembered the start of their date, when he had ordered the chocolate latte for her.  That must have been it.  Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest.  How dare she allow herself to be fooled like that!  Angry, the cat let out a yell and tried to struggle some more, but her body still wouldn’t move, aside from her head.
Nicodemus laughed as he heard his prey fighting behind him.  He truly loved the fighters—the ones who just wouldn’t get the hint that they were food now, and nothing more.  They were the ones that made his food outings fun.  Smirking to himself, the rat swallowed down more of his prey, and laughed out loud.
Stephanie yelped as her midsection was sucked inside, her stomach slurped up by the ravenous rat.  His anal hole had expanded to quite a size to accommodate her hips earlier, and now it was very large, pulling her in with almost no effort at all.  It was also getting closer and closer to her head, and she cringed, already imagining herself surrounded by the walls of the intestines. . . No, she couldn’t think about that, she just couldn’t!  There had to be something she was missing, some way out of this!  The cat’s mind raced desperately, but she could think of absolutely nothing.
Nicodemus laughed as he felt more of his prey emptying into his belly.  Now her feet and calves were inside his hungry stomach, which growled loudly around his new food.  Smirking, the rat patted his gut, which was starting to expand in size, and pulled in more of his meal.
Stephanie heard another /slorp/, and a moment later, her chest was pulled inside of Nicodemus’s butt, which sent her well-endowed breasts into his anus.  Now only her shoulders, neck, head, and arms were left for him to swallow, and the cat was starting to realize there was no way out.  Part of her was still in denial about this fact, fighting to try and find a way to escape.  But more of her was beginning to accept this, and she could do nothing but watch herself get eaten.
Nicodemus felt more of the cat go into his gut, which expanded outward as the rest of her legs emptied inside.  Grinning, he slapped his stomach, which jostled around the meal inside, and he laughed evilly, enjoying this moment very much.  Looking back at Stephanie, he saw that there was just a bit more of his prey left to eat.  And so, he pulled in more of her, eager to devour his meal.
Stephanie yelped as more of her was suddenly sucked in, her shoulders and neck easily devoured by the rat’s hungry anus.  Now it was just her head and arms remaining, and her heart was pounding with fear inside of her chest.  Now that she was close enough to his hungry butt, she could smell its musty scent, and the cat cringed and whimpered.  She didn’t want to go in there—she didn’t want to be food!  But she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. . .
Nicodemus let out a happy sigh as more of his food entered his stomach.  Now the cat’s hips and butt were in his belly, and he was feeling more and more full with each swallow he took.  He smiled to himself—he could hear his prey whimpering with fear behind of him, and the rat savored this moment, relishing it.  When he finally had enough of it, only then did he gulp her down, pulling her head in.
Stephanie felt a lurch, and saw her head getting closer and closer to the rat’s ass!  “No, no, no!” she screamed, but there was nothing she could do about it: her head and upper arms were quickly gulped down by the butt, and soon she was trapped inside.  The clammy smell surrounded her face now, and it was hard to see in the dark tunnel.  All in all, this was a living nightmare. . .
Nicodemus laughed at the cat’s screams, and felt his butt clamp around her face.  He smiled to himself, loving that his meal was almost finished, and felt more of Stephanie go into his stomach.  Now she was in there up to her midsection, truly stretching out his gut so that it was now a large orb in the middle of his belly, and he smiled.  He couldn’t wait to have all of her in there, so that his belly was /really/ extended outward. . . He sucked in more of his food, getting excited just thinking about it.
Stephanie felt the rat pull in her forearms; now only her hands were left to swallow.  She was truly starting to panic now, but she couldn’t scream or cry in here; it was far too tight.  Now she was in the intestines, the villi brushing up against her face as she entered the new area.  Fear filled the terrified cat, and she prayed that Nicodemus wouldn’t take the final bite.
Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be so lucky.  The rat teased his prey for a moment, pausing for a long while before finally swallowing her hands with a loud /SLUUUUURP!/  Nicodemus sighed with contentment and grinned as all of his prey started traveling toward his belly.
Stephanie’s heart sank as she felt her hands get swallowed, and the rest of her body traveled slowly through the tunnels of the intestines, going through the twists and turns of the long organ.  Villi tickled her all the while, and she dreaded her destination, praying that she wouldn’t reach it.
But she had to get there eventually.  And so, finally, her head entered Nicodemus’s stomach with a loud /pop/, and her arms went next; they weren’t too far behind her.  When it was all over, she was completely curled up inside of the rat’s belly, her arms cradling around her body.  The gut growled loudly in victorious greeting.
Nicodemus smiled as all of his prey emptied inside of his stomach, and he rubbed his gut with a grin.  His belly was absolutely enormous now—Stephanie had been quite a big piece of prey, after all!  Smiling, the rat put his pants back on and sat down on the bed, savoring this moment.
Stephanie was starting to get some feeling back in her body, but it was too little too late.  “You. . . You ate me!  I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, part of her still in denial about the situation.
“That I did, my dear,” Nicodemus replied, chuckling.  “And you were quite tasty, too. . .”
“Let me out this instant!” the cat demanded.  “If you don’t, I’ll. . .!”
“You’ll what?” the rat challenged, laughing.  “You can’t do shit to me, sweetheart.  So why don’t you settle down and digest like the food you are?”
Stephanie shivered.  Was that all she was now, just a piece of food to be digested?  Nothing more than that?  No. . . No. . . She had to get out of here!
More feeling was returning to her body, and the cat started struggling, writhing as best she could in the tight confines of the belly.  She brought her hands up and ran her claws against the inside of the rat’s gut—but to her surprise, the walls were quite strong, and resisted penetration.
“Nice try, but my stomach’s quite a tough one,” Nicodemus said, feeling his prey’s efforts.  “It’ll take more than that to get out of my belly.  So why don’t you stop resisting and just digest already?”
Right on cue, juices started dribbling from the walls, and they splashed onto Stephanie’s fur, making her feel tingly—a different kind of tingly from the numbness, however.  The liquids pooled at the bottom of the gut, and soon reached up to her toes.  This made her feet, which were submerged in the juices, feel numb and melty, and the cat tried to move them out of the acids.  But there wasn’t any space inside of the belly—there was nowhere she could move them too!
Stephanie immediately realized these were digestive fluids, and she started struggling again.  “LET ME OUT!” she screamed.  “I-I DON’T WANT TO BE DIGESTED!”
Nicodemus laughed.  “To bad, sweetheart,” he said, patting his stomach.  “You’re just food now, and food doesn’t get to have a say in these things.”
The cat shivered.  Before she could respond to him, however, more liquids started pouring from the walls, and the pool began to grow.  It increased in size until it was up to her ankles, making more of her feet feel strange and melty.  So this is what it felt like to be digested?  Now she knew how her prey felt. . . It made her shiver in fear that she was experiencing these horrible sensations.
Nicodemus felt his prey struggling again inside of him, and he giggled.  The rat went over to the bedframe and leaned against it, folding his hands and putting them on top of his belly.  He wondered just how long this meal would last, and if she would last as long as his other ones did?  Only time would tell—and he was eager to find out.
Stephanie heard the gut growl loudly around her, and more acids were released.  They filled up the pool until it was hallway up her calves, reaching her chest in height.  That was quite a significant increase, and the cat squirmed some more, trying desperately to find a way out of this.  She had control of her whole body back now, but it didn’t seem to be helping much.  No matter how much she writhed or scratched, the stomach barely seemed to respond.  It grumbled and gurgled regardless of what she had to say about it, and the liquids numbed her body, digesting her alive.  And she was starting to feel very sleepy. . .
Nicodemus smirked as he felt his meal fighting inside of him.  It was always nice to get a fighter both outside and inside the belly.  Their futile struggles were just /too/ cute!  He chuckled to himself and leaned back, waiting for his food to finally tire.  It was just a matter of time. . .
He didn’t have to wait long.  The stomach groaned loudly around Stephanie, and more juices dribbled down, filling up the gut until it reached her neck, submerging most of her body in fluids.  The cat tried to fight some more, but she was running out of energy.  She didn’t want the end to come, but here it was, staring her in the face.  Eaten by the one she thought was going to be prey. . . How cruel was that?
She closed her eyes, and passed out then and there, inside the belly.
Nicodemus felt his meal slump over, and he smiled, poking his large gut.  “Done already?” he asked, smiling.  “I expected more from a fellow predator. . . Ah well, what’s done is done.”  He laid down under the covers and closed his eyes.  Soon, the rat was fast asleep.
The next morning, he woke up with a yawn, getting out of bed with a few stretches.  He really had to take a shit. . .
Nicodemus walked over to his bathroom and opened up the toilet.  Then, he pulled down his pants, and let it loose.
Chunks of shit poured out of his ass, brown bits that rained down into the bowl and splashed into the water.  These were Stephanie’s remains, a large load of poop that made the rat sigh happily as he released it.  It was glorious.
Soon, he had released all of it, and the rat wiped his ass with a grin.  He smiled and flushed the toilet, letting out a happy sigh.
“So long, Stephanie.  You were delicious.”
Then he washed his hands, and opened up the dating app.  It was time to find a new meal.