A single male red fox appeared, padding over to the source of the aroma in his pen...He sniffed up and down Chris's body, as she lay quivering in terror, waiting for him to sink his teeth into her flesh. Her body gave a few involuntary shudders as his nose poked at her sex, blowing hot air over it as he investigated that scent, then padded towards her head...

"This is it..." Chris thought. "He'll go for my throat, and that's that..." She sniffled to herself...but the fox didn't bite. No, what he did was much worse...and it seemed impossible.

The fox's jaws opened...and kept opening, until they were open at a nearly 90 degree angle. Then, there was a soft click, barely audible, and his jaw loosened...Chris didn't register this until it was too late...The fox's muzzle, impossibly, slid over her face, the teeth poking the back of her head. This fox, not much bigger than an average beagle, was swallowing her whole! As he swallowed her head entirely, his muzzle starting over her shoulders somehow, she panicked, her arms and legs flailing, her back arching as she tried to push at the fox, make him choke, something...But it was all futile; in fact, her wiggles caused more harm than good, causing the fox's teeth to puncture and scrape her skin, blood trickling down her flesh. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, the fox kept going, relentless in his consumption of the massive meal. He swallowed her breasts, the firm orbs sliding along the side of his muzzle before squeezing tightly into his throat. Chris's struggles were starting to weaken...even though that, with every gulp, the fox sucked down a little air with his huge meal, it wasn't enough to fuel Chris' panic...but nor was it too little to suffocate her. Her taut tummy was easily swallowed, and the fox then worked over her hips, yipping and snorting with the effort. His belly was already growing huge, his feet off the ground, the barely-struggling girl curling inside his stomach. But even though he'd eaten so much a NORMAL fox would have ruptured by now...he kept going.

Chris could barely breathe, her breathing coming in harsh gasps, her pleas weak and ragged. Her throat ached from screaming, and her upper body was curled in on itself quite uncomfortably, and soaked in weak digestive juices. She felt the sharp teeth working over her thighs, chewing them downwards, each swallow bringing more accursed air into her prison....she didn't want to escape anymore, she simply wanted to suffocate...she just wanted it to be over, her suffering to end...But the fox wouldn't be so kind. Her calves were gulped with great pleasure, the fox's tongue washing over the firm flesh. Chris could no longer struggle beyond a few weak twitches of protest...She was exhausted, low on air, and her spirit was broken beyond all repair...Her eyes were red and swollen, both from crying and from the caustic air and juices inside the stomach. She begged for death, or even unconsciousness, but neither came.

The fox slowly tipped his head up as Chris's beautiful feet slipped into hiz muzzle, the toes splaying as his broad, wet tongue wiped hungrily over those deliciously soft, clean, pink soles. For a momjent he paused, his jaws yawning wide, pointed at the crowd that had gathered, many with cameras, as if posing, giving them one last view of the girl's feet, framed by his pink mouthflesh and teeth. Then, his jaws snapped shut, and a final bulge travelled down his neck. His gut was now nearly three times his size..He wouldn't be moving for some time while he digested Chris, but it was worth it. He yawned, and gulped down one last breath of air for his meal, then, stretching out as much as he could, fell asleep. Chris was awake for a few more minutes, long enough for the acid to really begin it's work...then, mercifully, her life ended.