#bulgy belly

Tess hefted her backpack up onto her shoulders as she made her way up the stairs and onto the bus. The mouse had been waiting at the station for nearly an hour, and while she still had a long trip ahead of her, at least now she would be able to get some sleep. She hurried up the steps into the bus, not wanting her tail to get caught in the door behind her.

The bus driver, a male canine, looked down at her. He towered over the tiny mouse, even while sitting. “Got your ticket?” He asked, keeping his voice low.

“Right here, sir,” she said, scanning the ticket on a small barcode scanner near the driver.


“Alright, looks like everything’s in order,” the driver says. “You probably know, but this is an intermediate stop and we’ve still got a long way to go. Since it’s getting late, we’ve already dimmed the interior lights and we’d like to ask that you try to make as little noise as possible.”

“Of course, of course. Thank you!” Tess flashes him a smile, before she makes her way down the aisles.

Sure enough, the seats are already mostly full, but there should be at least one empty one for her: this was a long trip, and they weren’t going to make people stand. Sure enough, she soon found an open seat next to a pregnant feline. Knowing that the driver was probably waiting on her, she stashed her backpack under the seat in front of her, scrambled into her own large seat, and buckled herself in.

Tess felt the engine rev, and the bus pulled out of the station, continuing on its multi-hour journey.

She was still settling in and getting comfortable when she felt fur bump against her right arm. Tess jumped, then looked at the seat next to hers.

“I’m sorry, Miss!” She said, her town apologetic. “I didn’t mean to…”

Tess trailed off as her eyes took in her seat mate.

The feline was notpregnant.

She was leaning back in her seat, not asleep, but clearly relaxed. She had dark grey fur, with a lighter strip running from her lower lip, down her neck, chest, and to her belly. Tess could see this because she appeared to be wearing a sports bra, rather than a shirt, as well as a pair of jeans covering what Tess could see of her legs.

And her gut was absolutely enormous. It filled the feline’s lap, spilling over the armrests and pushing out so far it was touching the seat in front of her. The bulge occasionally writhed and squirmed, and Tess could make out muffled, indistinct shouts coming from inside.

Tess stared at it, her muscles frozen and tense, her eyes wide. She almost didn’t notice that the feline was talking to her. She looked up, blinking. “Huh?”

“I said, sorry about her,” the feline repeated, keeping her voice polite and quite. She was looking down at her stomach, running both hands gently over the wriggling bulge. “I probably shouldn’t have eaten such a big dinner. It’s been hours; I didn’t realize she would still be fighting this much.”

“O-oh.” Tess swallowed hard. “I-it’s okay. No problem.”

“Good!” The feline responded. “I didn’t intend to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“R-right. Of course.”

Tess tried to sink as far as she could into her seat. There was no way she was going to be sleeping now, of course, but maybe if she just ignored the feline and her full stomach she could make it through this.

That proved to be easier said than done. The feline had her eyes closed, but she was clearly not asleep. Her hands continued to rove over her stomach, touching, caressing, and occasionally pushing down, causing whoever was in there to shift. The feline was also purring loudly, perhaps without realizing it. The feline was clearly enjoying the frantic squirms of whoever was in there, and Tess found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes off of that squirming belly.

Finally, Tess was unable to contain the question that filled her mind. “Who… who is she?”

The cat opened her eyes, glancing down at the little mouse. For a moment, Tess worried she had offended her, but the feline smiled.

“Another cat. I don’t know her name. She was waiting at the same bus stop I was,” the feline said. “I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and she looked so tasty I just had to have her. Plus, you know, long trip, so I thought it’d be nice to get to enjoy her for the ride.”

Tess felt a little shiver go through her body at the words “enjoy her.” She nodded. “I s-see. J-just like that, huh?”

The feline’s lips peeled back in a toothy grin.

“Just like that.”

Tess swallowed hard.

“Now, I’m sure you’re thinking ‘at least she’s not hungry,’” the feline said.

Then she leaned in, over Tess’ seat. This had the effect of causing that bulging gut to spill out even further over the armrest, partially resting in Tess’ lap. It also brought the feline’s mouth close to Tess’ ear.

The feline’s voice was a whisper, the soft breath tickling Tess’ fur. “But this is a long trip. I might need a little snack later.”

Tess felt like her body had turned to stone. She couldn’t move her limbs, and she could feel the squirming, struggling prey beneath the layers of the feline’s fur and flesh. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Then the feline pulled back, settling into her seat again and closing her eyes.

“Maybe,” she said, running her fingers over her belly again.

Tess gasped, letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding.

This was going to be a long trip.

“Trust me, I’ve got a lot of empty space in there still.”

This cat wasn’t too worried at first. But after slurping her up, Bridget just kept eating… and eating… and eating. And she’s rapidly starting to wonder just how far she can go – and whether she’s going to have any space left soon.

A fun little drawing of a messy internal, starring Bridget! I did this as a pose practice exercise. The chubby grasshopper mouse gets a little bit chubbier! It looks like her night has only just started.

Sandy’s legs felt heavy, but she dutifully pounded onwards as she jogged through the park. It was the satisfying, tired weight of a good workout. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breath hung in the chill morning air.

She heard the rhythmic clopping of hooves coming from somewhere behind her. Some equestrian was out for a ride! She moved to her right, slightly closer to the edge of the path, to let the horse by. Soon enough, she sense the large body moving in alongside her.

It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t a horse. At least, not entirely.

The female centaur towered over Sandy. She had her hands in her pockets, and it looked like she was chewing something.

It was hard not to feel intimidated. Though the city had many non-human residents, it wasn’t often that Sandy got to see a centaur like this up close. That horse body was beautiful, and clearly powerful, with legs that could keep up with Sandy’s pace at only a light trot. Sandy considered herself fairly athletic, but she couldn’t hope to match something like this creature. Good thing this wasn’t a race!

Speaking of which…

“Umm….” Sandy hesitated, not sure how to start.

“Hm?” The centaur looked down at her.

“Um, you don’t have to slow down for me,” Sandy used a forearm to wipe the sweat from her forehead. “It just, it seems like you’re matching my pace and you’re not gonna make me feel bad or anything if you leave me in the dust.”

“Aww.” The centaur’s lips curled into a small smirk. “That’s really sweet of you, but that isn’t why I slowed down.”

“Oh? Why did you– eep!”

Sandy let out a cry of surprise as the centaur grabbed her by the scruff, grasping the material of the light jacket she was wearing. Sandy felt herself lifted easily into the air, her legs still kicking for a moment before she just let them dangle. The centaur brought her up and turned her, so they were face to face.

A pink bubble pushed out from the centaur’s mouth. It popped, causing Sandy to flinch, before the centaur’s lips pulled the gum back in.

“I just need a quick bit of protein,” the centaur said, as she used her tongue to maneuver her gum into the corner of her mouth, between her lips and teeth, to keep it safe.

Sandy swallowed hard as she absorbed the meaning of the centaur’s words. She glanced down at that powerful horse body, before her eyes came back up to stare at the centaur’s lips. “Um… y-you couldn’t p-p-possibly mean…?”

But the centaur was already moving her closer to her open mouth.

——–

Glp. Glllk. Glch.

Haylee tilted her head back as she worked the last of the girl into her gullet. Only the kicking feet of the little morsel were still left on the outside. Haylee hooked two fingers into the girl’s running shoes, sliding them off as the feet slipped between her lips. She let the shoes fall to the ground, where they landed on the girl’s jacket and sweatpants.

She could feel the little human struggling and squirming, muffled screams and please for help emitting from Haylee’s torso. Haylee braced herself, closed her eyes, and swallowed.

Glllk!

The squirming form slid down her upper torso, through the juncture of at the base of her abdomen, and into her lower belly. It bulged outward, her strong muscles forcing the girl into the chamber that would be her new home for the next few days. Her gut squirmed, the occasionally imprint of a hand or other body part pushing out through the thick hide.

Haylee wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then moved into a trot again, leaving the discarded clothing behind. A few other people were staring at her, but she ignored them.

It had been nice to find such a satifying breakfast just waiting for her on her morning walk. Her belly jostled beneath her with each step, and her sharp ears could just pick out the muffled screams of its occupant. She checked her cheek with her tongue, and to her great pleasure, found that the gum was still there: she had managed not to lose it.

Pleased with herself, she pushed the wad of gum to her lips and blew a large bubble as she continued her morning walk. It was a beautiful morning, after all, and she didn’t want to waste it.

Just a quick doodle I was doing for practice, which ended up being Maia, the skunk pred from one of my D&D games. Looks like she managed to seduce someone into going somewhere private with her.

Don’t mind the generic cube she’s sitting on. Everyone knows that skunks are known for sitting on cubes.

The colored version of that doodle I posted on Twitter! A fox who’s very relaxed. His companion… not quite so relaxed.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Luna’s paws beat a steady rhythm against the treadmill. The mouse wasn’t trying to push herself, but she was getting a good, solid workout! She grabbed her water bottle out of the cupholder and took a swig.

Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp.

Luna swallowed her mouthful of water and couldn’t help but glance to her left.


The gym was an all-access gym, with equipment for many different body types. The treadmill just to Luna’s left was one of the larger ones, meant for bigger customers who needed more intense workouts. It was currently in use.

Andintense was definitely the word that Luna would use to describe what the female canine was doing. The treadmill’s belt made a loud whir as it spun at an amazing speed. From her current vantage point, Luna could see the readout on the treadmill indicating its speed, which currently read an incredible 40, compared to Luna’s 5.

Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp.

The greyhound herself was absolutely flying, her four legs hitting the treadmill in an irregular pattern as she leapt repeatedly into the air. She was slender, maybe even skinny, but clearly in excellent shape, the muscles in her legs propelling her body with immense power to offset the backward motion of the treadmill. Beads of sweat dripped from the canine’s nose and flung themselves from her paws with each leap.

Luna swallowed hard and turned her eyes forward, not wanting to stare. The canine’s workout was just so impressive. Of course, the difference in species meant they had different baselines, so it wasn’t fair to compare, but Luna could only imagine just how fast the greyhound would be going if she weren’t on that exercise equipment. Maybe she was some kind of professional athlete? Meanwhile, Luna’s muscles were already starting to get sore.

The mouse sighed and pressed a button on the treadmill, slowing her jog into a walk as she started to wind her workout down. Maybe with enough practice, she would be able to hit some higher speeds, though of course it would never be anything close to what that canine could do. But with enough dedication…

Luna’s thoughts were interrupted as she became aware of a large presence near her. She turned her head to look at it.

Her large ears drooped.

There was the canine, standing right next to Luna’s treadmill. She might be skinny, but the greyhound still towered over the tiny mouse. The canine’s mouth was open, her tongue lolling out as she panted heavily to regulate her heat.

Luna felt her heart sink into her stomach. Something in the greyhound’s eyes activated every prey instinct the little mouse had.

But before she had a chance to run, the canine grabbed her by the upper arms, yanking her off her feet and lifting her into the air. Her body dangled, her legs still kicking for a moment as they tried to walk on nothing. Luna was held in the air, her arms trapped at her sides by the strong grip. The canine’s hot breath washed over her face with each pant.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the canine said, her tone pleasant and conversational. “I just need to replenish my protein after that workout.”

Luna barely had time to get out half a squeak before she was shoved into that open muzzle.

——–

Ethel laid a hand on her throat. She could feel the mouse squirming in her gullet, but she was almost all the way in now, just the end of her long tail thrashing from the tip of Ethel’s muzzle. She sealed her lips and slurped the rest of the tail into her mouth, bulging out her cheeks. Then…

GLK.

With a heavy swallow, she sent the mouse sliding down her gullet. The writhing bulge slipped down her upper body before settling in her stomach, hanging below her.

“Such a sweet little thing,” Ethel said to herself, running her tongue through the space between her upper lip and gums. “And a cutie, too! Almost a shame.”

She opened her eyes and looked around. The gym was fairly crowded, and though the whole process of snapping up the mouse had probably taken less than thirty seconds, quite a few eyes were looking at her – or more accurately, looking at the tight, writhing bulge in her normally-slender gut.

“Hrp!” Ethel brought a hand up to stifle a small burp. “Excuse me,” she said, to no one in particular.

She turned back to the treadmill to grab her things. She picked up her towel, wiping her face before throwing it over her shoulders, then grabbed her water bottle and took a deep draught of the cold fluid inside. Satisfied, she began to trot towards the exit, her stomach swaying slightly beneath her.

She had gotten a good workout and a good snack. An excellent start to her day!

She was barely a half-block into her walk home when she realized the squirming in her gut had stopped. “Are you… asleep?” Ethel asked, though she was aware that the mouse probably wouldn’t be able to hear her, regardless. “Most people struggle for at least an hour.”

But, as expected, there was no response, so Ethel just shrugged and continued her walk home.

Still, it was unusual to find such an obliging morsel. Maybe she would keep this one around for a while to savor properly.

And there were certainly plenty of other sources of protein. In fact, she could see a couple rabbits a little ways down the sidewalk who looked promising. They were heading in her direction and didn’t even seem to have noticed her yet.

Ethel licked her lips. Yes, it was going to be a great day!

I bet their costumes will be a smash at the Burrow Christmas Party!

A day late, but Happy Halloween! I thought I’d do a drawing with these three predatory rabbits, who I’ve started thinking about and may become recurring characters in the New Haven City setting. Looks like they wanted their “pred” costumes to be as authentic as possible!

Nothing like a pleasant evening staying up late and watching movies while you wait for your dinner to settle!

Another experiment trying to get better at shading, this time using a soft airbrush and gradient maps. I think it came out okay! There are still improvements to be had, of course.

A spur-of-the-moment fanart of Eoghan (pronounced like “Owen,” if I’m not mistaken), who belongs to FruitSwallowed. I really liked the design and some tail vore seemed fun, so here she is! It looks like a couple of cuties were out in the woods, and they learned a lesson about why one should be careful about playing games with the fae.

They told Fang to find the bandit and bring him back alive for questioning.

They also told her that, as payment, she could keep any loot she found.

They did not, however, specify exactly what counts as “loot.”

Maia smiled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her small bunk, the light from her oil lamp flickering across her fur. She watched her bloated stomach as its occupant squirmed, the imprint of a small hand or paw occasionally pressing out. The female mouse had come to visit the caravan, and the little cutie had been surprisingly easy to seduce. Once she had her alone, it had been easy to put the little sweetheart where she belonged – right in the skunk’s rumbling gut.

Maia licked her lips, still tasting the flavor of the little mouse’s fur on her teeth. The mouse had been awfully cute, and those occasionaly squirms felt wonderful. Maybe she would keep the mouse around for now and decide what to do with her in the morning…

Doesn’t he look trustworthy?

This is actually a character from this vorish D&D game I’ve been running for a while now with AutumnVector (who provided the title), the same one that Fang and the gang are from. Eiravel is a foxy innkeeper with a silver tongue who’s always happy to offer a guest a “private room” if they catch his eye!

This is a new try at some actual shading. It’s not perfect, but it could be worse!

Also, as a side note, I’m not going to be doing voretober this year. I know I’ve done it pretty much every year, but I’m just not in a great place for it this time. I’ve got medical issues I’m trying to deal with, I had to have a tooth pulled, and I’ve just been stressed out in general lately. I’m still going to be doing art and other projects, I just don’t need any extra stress or deadlines on myself right now. ^^

This was impossible. It didn’t make any sense! She was a wolf, for crying out loud! The kind of big alpha predator who should be eating little bunnies like this for breakfast!

And yet somehow, she found herself on her back, hands bound. One of the bunnies had a huge, squirming bulge resting against her abdomen, the weight holding her down. Another bunny sat near her legs, nestled up against her tail. Both looked very satisfied with their large, squirming stomachs.

Stomachs that currently contained the wolf’s sisters.


“Let me go!” The wolf growled, baring her teeth. “You can’t do this! You’re going to pay for…”

Her words trailed off as she looked up, and realized that the third bunny, the one who’s belly was still empty, was kneeling over her. The wolf’s eyes widened, and she swallowed hard.

“You’re the biggest of the lot,” the bunny said, running her tongue across her large front teeth. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

Then the bunny opened her mouth wide.

The wolf squirmed, her heart pounding, but as the bunny gently took her head in her small hands and lowered that seemingly-tiny mouth towards her, she somehow knew her struggles weren’t going to be enough.

When I asked for fanart suggestions, JagKitty said “Heck fanart! More Bridget!” And who am I to deny people what they want? So here the heck is Bridget, making a heckin’ meal of a few of the other fanart suggestions I received.

Just a little bit of silliness from Cerise, doing that meme pose everyone’s been doing lately. Looks like Cerise indulged herself a bit! Her tail doesn’t digest, so whoever’s in there is probably being saved for later (and is likely so drowned in pheromones they don’t know which way is up at this point.)

Another suggestion from the fanart thread the other day! This one came from Terastas. This is Mao from Shadow Hearts. I am not familiar with this character, but she was cute and had a big tum and I wanted to put a person in that tum. Apparently she likes drinking, and this time she snagged a server as well.

In response to my fanart thread on Twitter, RagDoll4T9 suggested “the sexy argonian maid from the elder scrolls.” It looks like Lifts-her-tail has figured out a way to get that pesky mistress out of the way!

There will be at least one more fanart from the suggestions I got, though I probably won’t post it tonight. Thanks for the suggestions, everyone!

I decided to color the sketch of Judy I did the other day while waiting at the dentist’s office. I don’t really have a story to go with this one, though the size of Judy’s prey implies that their species is something small. Perhaps some ferret gal ran across the hungry bunny? Whoever it was, looks like they’re going to be on Judy’s hips soon!

Bridget made a soft, happy sound as she gobbled up what remained of the mouse. She tilted her head back, slurping down the kicking legs and thrashing tail of the petite, curvy mouse.

They had been relaxing on the couch, cuddling and watching movies, when Bridget’s stomach had suddenly rumbled. Her companion had offered to go get some ice cream out of the fridge, but Bridget had decided to go for the snack that was already in her arms. Her former-friend-now-a-snack had been surprised, but by the time she realized what was happening she was already halfway down the much larger rodent’s gullet.


Just as Bridget slurped down the last of her meal’s tail, she heard a thump. She turned to see another mouse standing in the doorway that led back to the bedrooms, wearing pajamas, the water bottle that she had just dropped coming to a rest on the floor at her feet. She looked a lot like the mouse that Bridget had just downed, though a bit more slender of figure. She stared at Bridget’s thrashing stomach.

“Did… d-did you just… eat…?”

Bridget smiled softly at her. “Mhm. Your sister is packed away right here,” she said, giving her stomach a pat.

The mouse swallowed hard. “Th-then… um… I’m s-sure you’re f-f-full now, r-right?”

Bridget ran her tongue across her muzzle. “Oh sweetie… there’s no way just one of you would be enough for me,” she said, as she started to get up from the couch.

It was time for dessert.

——–

Bridget sighed, pressing her hands into the sides of her squirming gut. Empty containers of chocolate ice cream lay scattered around her, and her belly felt both bloated and a bit cold. Honestly, the ice cream had been a little much, and she probably hadn’t needed to eat all of it, but when she had opened the freezer and seen just how much her hostess had, she just couldn’t help herself.

She squeezed her belly, feeling its contents slosh beneath her fingers, as the two mice tried desperately to keep their heads above the sticky, chocolately mess. Bridget felt a rumble, starting in her belly and moving upward, and she tilted her head back and opened her mouth.

“BRAAAAP!”

The belch echoed through the apartment, now empty except for herself. The faint taste of chocolate still hung on her lips, and Bridget ran her tongue over her muzzle as she relaxed back into the couch. She was ready to relax and finish her movie while she let her meal digest.

It has been a fun evening, topped off with an especially delicious dessert.

New character idea! My lovely wife made me start thinking about frog/toad OCs, and I ended up coming up with this character and almost instantly falling in love with her.

Meet Sloan! She’s based on a cane toad. Rather than any of my existing settings, she exists in a sci-fi themed setting that I don’t have a lot of details about. She’s a bounty hunter who uses her long tongue and strong belly to capture and transport people wherever they need to be taken! (And she almost always gets them there intact! Really!) Sloan is:

- Slender and very tall, likely approaching 7’.
- A very big eater, both of regular food and prey. Her appetite is almost insatiable!
- The proud owner of a high-tech bodysuit that creates a pocket dimension for her belly: this allows her to move relatively unhindered regardless of how full she is. This cost almost half a space-year’s income for her, but she has so far not regretted the purchase. Her belly immediately reappears if the suit is removed or damaged (given her line of work, the suit occasionally gets damaged and has to be repaired.)
- Friendly and bubbly of personality!
- Able to snag and swallow people very quickly. If she’s wearing the bodysuit, a bulge will appear in her neck but vanish below that.

What do you think of her? Would you be interested in seeing more of her? I may finish the sketches here and turn them into a story at some point.