Finals Week

It had been a long, grueling day, even at nearly 2PM. Hell, it's been a long and grueling semester. Fortunately, Liyana just had one more final exam to go. Unfortunately, it was her third today. Even more unfortunate, they had been back-to-back through lunch time, leaving her with nothing but energy bars to survive off of. Even as she ate her last bar before the upcoming biology exam, her stomach grumbled unsatisfactorily, and her bright yellow tail swished anxiously back and forth. Tossing away her wrapper, she reassuringly patted her tail and said, "Just one last exam."

Walking into the assigned room for the final, it was a big descending lecture hall with each row slightly below the one before it. She appreciated it had open-ended desks, allowing her to comfortably stretch her legs as much as she could every so often. Having arrived somewhat late from the last exam, she squeezed herself down the middle of an aisle near the back, which was quickly filled by even more students to her free side and the last aisle behind her.

All she took out of a small sidebag was two pencils. It was all she was allowed. Answer sheets came down the aisles, tests came down the aisles, instructions were read out, and after a short delay involving test materials, the final exam begun. As soon as she flipped the first page, Liyana ran into problems. This is what made it worse. It was relatively fine for her grades, going slow and steady usually got her B's. But her stomach objected so strongly. Right after answering the first question, her stomach growled loudly in the silent hall.

As time went by, she felt more and more fidgety. She tapped her paws against the ground anxiously, claws clicking slightly as she did so. Her tail swished around on the ground behind her and her foxy ears twitched back and forth, picking up every random sound and cough from elsewhere in the class. Fifteen questions down, eighty-five to go, and two hours left. Every so often she needed to take a break from how much her arm ached, and her belly would roar at her to leave and get some lunch. She muted it with her left paw and moved on.

Somehow, after barely an hour, people were already managing to leave. Liyana was still slightly behind the halfway point, watching enviously as people packed their things, turned in their exam, and walked out to freedom. She should've prepared more snacks. She underestimated how bad skipping through lunch for so long would be. The only thing of sustenance on her was a bottle of water, which, despite physically filling her stomach, just made her hungrier and vaguely nauseous.

At around the hour and a half mark, her tail decided that if she wasn't going to do anything about the void in their gut, it would. Sitting directly behind the fox was a weasel, who had fallen asleep a while ago and didn't seem to have any intentions of waking up or passing. His legs were stretched out while he slept on his desk, leaving the weasel's paws dangling right over Liyana's tail. It tapped them gently to test if he would wake at all, but he didn't even move a muscle.

Pushing its luck further, the tail barely put out its tongue and licked the weasel's pads. He twitched slightly but didn't show any other signs of life or discomfort. Taking a moment to double check its surroundings, the tail 'looked' down the aisles. Everyone was consistently scratching at their papers or otherwise not looking around. Though some assistants walked around to try and watch for cheating, they were far in the back and deep in the middle. Even its own body, Liyana, was too focused on the test and ignoring her stomach to pay attention. Eager and hungry to get to business, the tail licked its lips and chomped on the weasel's paws.

It immediately tasted so good to the tail. The stomach received news of the incoming food and growled in a lighter, happier tone, even though it still felt like it was ripping her apart from the inside out to Liyana. While she crawled onto question sixty, her tail was inching its way up her classmate's legs. It savored every bit of flavor it could get through his short fur, but for the most part it was just hungry.

Not unlike a snake, her tail climbed up the weasel's legs with ease. Gulping more and more of him down, he still managed to stay asleep thanks to the straight positioning of his legs. It made him go nice and smooth down the tail's gullet. Slurrrrrp. Eventually, the tailmaw reached the edge of his chair and paused for a moment while deciding on its next course of action. But of course, it wasn't willing to give up its prey. With some nimbleness, it managed to briefly lift up the weasel and then slip its bottom 'lip' under the weasel. It was nearly silent and even all he did was make a rough snrrk noise.

Happy that its plan worked, it continued on engulfing its meal. Sooner or later its body would notice the meal, but if all went well it'd be too late for her. And him, for that matter. Its mouth was coming up his chest now, slipping him off the desk and leaning back against the chair. He made a choking noise from spit, then swallowed and resumed peacefully sleeping. There wasn't much left of him outside that fluffy yellow tail, really just his shoulders and up.

Liyana was just about to mark down the answer for question 61 when she felt an odd pressure in the back of her gut. She clutched it, expecting the usual hungry rumbles, but instead felt the toes of someone's paw covered by fur. Jumping in her seat, she looked down at her gut and saw the outlines of something beneath her skin. She turned around to look at her tail, which had a barely visible distension matching another anthro. Then tracing it back up, she saw the head of her weasel classmate barely sticking out of the end of her tail. She yipped softly, and he opened his eyes, making sleepy eye contact. Then her tail's tongue wrapped around his head and pulled him in.

Before she could do anything at all-- though it was too late anyway-- one of the teacher assistants loudly shushed her from the side of the hall. She quickly turned around and returned to staring at her test, hoping she wouldn't be disqualified for cheating or something like that. Fortunately, no such consequence came. Unfortunately, she found it hard to regain her focus while feeling an entire weasel slowly enter her stomach with each of her tail's gulps. Even more unfortunate, he was finally starting to wake up.

She tried really hard to return to finishing her test. The disruption in her focus meant she had to re-solve 61, which wasn't as hard anymore but still a waste of precious time. Despite her slow and steady, she really wanted to get out of there before the weasel was nothing but goop in her intestines. Though… she also really wanted to pass this class. Gently, she directed her increasingly distending gut downwards, below the desk. It started to spill out over the chair, between her legs, but at least nobody could see it. Looking around, nobody seemed to really notice her tail eating the weasel either.

A bit of an ethical dilemma maybe, but she wasn't an ethics student. Her grades were super important to her. She needed them to get through college. Her classmate could last a little while, right? She'd make sure to swallow down air or something. Moving onto the next question, hoping to quell her struggling stomach, she took a deep gasp of air and swallowed it down. Hopefully that would hold for a while. She rubbed over her belly in some attempt to comfort the weasel, who had finally popped entirely inside. Patting what she thought was his head, she tried to very quietly hum over some muffled speech from him. Her stomach was making its own noises to help.

Thirty minutes later, she still had about an hour left at max. She was still hoping to get out before that though. The passenger in her gut was more relaxed now, it seemed, which was fortunate for her focus. Though gasping like an anxious fish was a bit of a distraction in itself. Not to mention it helped quell her hunger for the time being. She was at question seventy-six, just a quarter left to go! In a darkly humorous way, she started to notice every question about the digestive system as she moved forward. Her classmate sure would have some firsthand experience with it after this.

Nearly at the end of the exam time, just coming onto question ninety, her meal-- classmate started back up again. He punched up, hitting the desk and making a loud enough noise to attract mild attention, but not enough for anyone to notice. She released a tiny but long burp from that and got a taste of weasel as she did so. Not bad. Regardless, she swallowed another breath of air for him. With any luck-- oof. He kicked outward, pushing her forward a bit but not helping him escape or anything. As she bubbled in her answer to ninety, she gently punched him in the head, as a warning.

At long last, she reached the end. With a feeling of triumph, she bubbled in the hundredth question. Despite the distractions during the first half and different distractions during the second half, she felt like she'd get a good grade on the exam. Well, good enough. Hopefully her classmate would be allowed to retake it due to… extenuating circumstances. Quietly, under the guise of packing her things, she whispered to her passenger to keep it down while she made her exit.

What a troublesome exit, though. Carefully she packed up her things, stretched her shirt down as far as she could, and tried to find a path out. Even though some of her classmates had left, most of her row was filled with similarly slow students, making it very difficult for her. She took a deep breath, swallowed it, and started heading down the row. To the best of her ability she tried to avoid knocking into her teammates, but her bloated belly didn't help. Even without the weasel's squirming, it hung clumsily from her body and spread across her hips past her normal width. To the best of her ability, she squished her gut together and tried to shimmy down the aisle. It was fortunate people were mostly still focused on their exams in the final moments.

As she walked hastily down to the tables at the front of the lecture hall, she realized that the contents of her stomach were very unstable from all that air, not to mention the entire weasel. When she finally got down to the bottom, she very quickly turned in her test and answer sheet and rushed out the side hallway. She must've looked something like a sick frog with the way her stomach bloated, and cheeks were puffed up. No sooner than the door closed did she release a quaking and wet belch. HUUUUUOOOORRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPP.

As soon as she regained control, she clapped her paws over her muzzle. She looked at the door behind her, which was closed and with any luck soundproof. Continuing down the hallway, she slapped her stomach with a lot more comfort. "I feel a lot better now. Don't worry buddy, I'll get you out soon! Just need to get to my dorm."

The campus, fortunately, was mostly abandoned. The few people who passed her paid her no attention, hurrying their own direction through the cold weather. Not to mention, her zipped-up coat helped to cover most of her easily visible gut. She got to her room with ease, hurrying in and locking the door behind her. "Now… How am I gonna get you out…?" Her stomach gurgled in response, unhelpfully. Setting down her sidebag and taking off her jacket, she relaxed and clutched her belly.

It was much softer than before, rounder too. She poked her gut curiously and said, "Um… Weasel guy?" He didn't respond. "Okay, fine, I know you're irritated but I'm gonna get you out now. Just… Hold on…" Struggling to turn around and get her own tail, she grabbed it and lifted up its end to her own head. "I don't suppose you know how to get him out?" Its face was somewhat hard to read, but it seemed pretty satisfied with itself. Of course, it didn't have control over the stomach anyway, so the spitting up would be up to her.

So, she headed to her bathroom and bent over the tub. She rubbed over her bulging belly to try and stimulate another belch, which promptly built one up for her. Urrrrrouu-hakk! Something came up her throat, though not all the way. She coughed some more, then reached a paw into her mouth to try and grab whatever it was from the back of it. It was… fabric? Pulling her paw back out, she saw that she had coughed up a rather torn-up and acid-worn t-shirt. "Um… oops." Her stomach burbled ambiently, starting to move some weasel-chyme out of her stomach.

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About two weeks later, she received her grade online. Seeing her grade reminded her of her meal from then, which was still holding on rather tightly to her body. He left her looking chubby all around, with extra meat hanging off her legs, arms, face, belly, and so forth. Involuntarily, her tail wagged at the memory, licking its lips as if another person was waiting to slip into its maw. She shushed it down, but to be honest she wasn't too torn up over the ordeal. Unfortunately, a weasel had been digested into fox-fat. Fortunately, she was pretty well padded for the winter now. Even more fortunately, his filling sacrifice had been quite the help to working on her exam. As she looked at her well-deserved A, she patted her pot-belly gratefully.