"Blurrrrrp!" The large room shook at the force of the thunderous belch, as my paw went to my large stomach, rubbing it slowly. I gave it two solid slaps, before belching once more. I lay back on the bed, my enormous bulk towering in the dark filthy chamber. A huge anthro-rat, twelve feet in height and proably more then twice that around, I stroked my immense flabby stomach, the moist dirty fur glistening in the room's dim lighting. I had just finished with my most recent client, but was already more then hungry enough for another. Unlike most the others, I didn't come out to the street, rather the brothel staff would simply instruct potential clients to my room. This fit my theme, being aimed for customers who wanted a cruel, vulgar, dominant predator. Afterall, why should I walk for them?