#female pred

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.

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…

It’s all part of being a pred: sometimes certain things can’t digest end up coming back up. But hey! Free keepsakes!

And now she can put that collar on someone else…

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.)

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.

Gulp. Slrrp. Slck.

Brooke furrowed her brow as worked her lips over the rabbit’s belly. Her tongue slipped across the slick material of the bathing suit as she pulled another inch or two into her mouth.

This was turning out to be harder than she thought.


She had assumed that, after the cow, a couple rabbits would be easy. But though the cow had been busty, she hadn’t actually been that voluptuous in any other way, and once Brooke had squeezed her chest in, the rest had been easy. But these rabbits had hips, and though their thick, meaty thighs might have made Brooke’s mouth water, they weren’t exactly easy for her to hork down.

The first rabbit had gone down with no small amount of work, and now the second was reminding the squirrel that she was not a pro at this. She wasn’t one of those seasoned predators who devoured people off the street without a second thought. Her stomach felt bloated already, and her throat and lips were sore from the stretching.

Shlllrp. Gluck. Glp.

There was a power in it, though. Several bystanders at the beach had stopped what they were doing to watch. Glancing over, Brooke could see people staring, some in fear, some in awe, some in fascination. Just this act gave her a certain kind of control over them, holding their attention, keeping them from turning away. After all, none of them knew if they might not be next.

Well, either way, she was committed now, so she might as well see it through. She reached forward and gripped the rabbit’s thighs, using her hands to help shove the hefty bunny deeper into her gullet.

Drool was collecting in Brooke’s mouth, some of it dripping down her chin. A droplet fell, twinkling gracefully through the air before it hit the third bunny, currently pinned beneath Brooke’s thrashy belly, right in the nose. The rabbit flinched, using both hands to try to shove the squirrel off.

“Let me go! Please!”

Brooke ignore her. Her large teeth scraped across the tail of the bunny in her throat as she finally stretched her lips around the rabbit’s hips. She swallowed again, starting to push those thighs into her maw.

Slp. Glrk. Glmph.

Brooke tilted her head back a bit, only the lower part of the rabbit’s legs still kicking on the outside.

Glp!

Brooke let out a sigh of relief as the large rabbit was forced into the tight confines of her belly. Her stomach was absolutely enormous now, her swimsuit stretched taut. Her belly thrashed as the two chubby bunnies were squeezed together in their prison of flesh.

Brooke had never felt this full. It was the familiar feeling of having eaten too much, except multiplied a hundred times. The rabbits inside her kicked and fought as her gut started its work of turning them into rabbit soup, and all the action made her stomach turn.

Brooke realized she would probably have to let the third one go. She was already pushed past her limits, there was no way she could fit another…

Brooke felt a rumbling in her stomach, and something rising.

She opened her mouth to release a loud, rippling belch. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a nearby feline blush.

Brooke smiled to herself. Then again, it would be a shame to split up a matching set, wouldn’t it?

The squirrel leaned forward, reaching down with both hands to grab the straps of the remaining rabbit’s one-piece swimsuit. Rocking backwards, she hauled the rabbit up from under her belly, bringing the two of them face to face.

The rabbit stared at her, tears in her eyes. “P-please… you can’t… you can’t possibly still be hungry!”

Brooke ran her tongue across her lips. “I’m kinda not – say hi to your sisters for me, though.”

Then she opened her mouth wide and pulled the rabbit forward.

Brooke huffed, annoyed. It wasn’t like she had been expecting to turn heads at the beach today. Her one-piece swimsuit wasn’t exactly femme-fatale material, though it suited her slender physique just fine. She had been looking forward to a fun day of relaxing on the beach, and she was used to being no-one special as far as looks were concerned.

But did this bovine have to rub it in? The busty cow bitch acted like she had taken a liking to Brooke, chatting with her and even setting up to sunbathe right next to her! It’s not like Brooke was looking forward to spending all day staring at the kind of figure she wished she had. This was so unfair.

Brooke’s stomach rumbled, and she suddenly found herself glancing over at the bovine again. And an odd thought entered her head.

Brooke tilted her head back as she slurped up the last of the bovine’s tail. She swallowed, sending it down to her gut to join the rest of her.

Brooke had never felt this full. Her stomach was absolutely enormous, bigger than the rest of the squirrel put together. She could hardly stand, though somehow her swimsuit had held. The cow writhed and thrashed in her belly, and Brooke could make out the occasional plea for mercy, or dramatic begging to know why she had done this – as if the bovine didn’t know.

Well, regardless, at least it was keto-friendly. And Brooke was certainly turning heads now! This wasn’t exactly the kind of “curvy” she had originally imagined, but every beach-goer who passed by did stop to stare at her enormous, writhing stomach. Brooke smiled to herself, feeling oddly satisfied as she laid down to sunbathe, while her stomach got to work on the large mass of beef.

Brooke gave her belly a squeeze as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her fur.

When Brooke awoke, something felt off. She could no longer feel the cow writhing, but it did feel like she had a heavy weight on her chest, like someone had laid something down on top of her. Confused, she opened her eyes and looked down.

She thanked herself again for buying the extra-stretchy swimsuit.

This… this was impossible, wasn’t it? Not only was her stomach completely flat – no trace of the bovine at all – it looked like the cow had entirely gone to just one place. Her chest looked bigger than the cow’s had been, especially on Brooke’s much smaller frame! How had it happened? Biology didn’t work this way! How could she have just…

She was interrupted by a low whistle from somewhere nearby. She looked over to see a male feline, wearing board shorts and with a surfboard under one arm. The handsome male waved at her as he walked past, giving her a wink. Brook felt her cheeks flush, and she waved back.

Okay, so maybe she should just count her blessings here. The rest of her day at the beach was looking like it might become much more interesting.

She felt a rumble in her stomach, moving upwards. Her mouth popped open and she released a loud belch, and she heard something wet slap against the ground. Wiping her mouth with her arm, she looked down to see the bovine’s two-piece swimsuit lying on the sand.

Brooke smiled to herself, looking down at her chest, taking her breasts in her hands and giving them an experimental heft. “Well, Miss Cow, I hope you like your new home. Because I intend to put you to good use.”

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of giggling. Brooke turns her head to see a trio of female rabbits setting up towels and a parasol nearby, talking and laughing amongst themselves. They all had similar white fur (probably sisters, from the look of it) and matching one-piece swimsuits.

And they all looked fairly busty.

“And maybe you could use some company,” Brooke continues, running her tongue across her lips.

Happy Vore Day, everyone! This is also a late pic for Boob Day, which was earlier this week. Enjoy!

A commission for ph0220. It’s another Prednant Judy story! Yay! This one takes place right after “Indulging Aftermath,” and I mean rightafter.