It’s been an awful week, nothing quite reduces stress than a guy in the gut. But what would make it even better is a personal vore-belly rubber, so I can just kick back and enjoy the massage both inside and outside of my belly at the same time. In fact, I’ve still never had a proper belly rub either! Should I hold auditions?
Audition requirements are that you have to bring a friend along for me to gulp down- and if you don’t make the audition, you join your friend. Downside is I have to rub my belly myself, but its worth it to get two men so easily into my triumphant belly.
I hear it’s #EatYourFriendsDay - like I need a reason to eat them any other day, but I’m glad it’s more relevant today! Now, who’s next? *BEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLCH*
Happy 4/20, the other biggest vore day other than 8/8 - after all, the munchies plus my appetite and capacity? Let’s just say this is the fifth man who’s ended up in the belly today, and I imagine at least two more will be following in his footsteps. This gut’s just been churning like mad through everything and everyone I’ve fed it.
Who wouldn’t want to look like this, curled up nice and snug in my gut? Come feel him shifting around in there, so I can lean forward, pin you down with my vore belly, and eat you next.
Have a little trip this weekend to Cincinnati , so of course to this opportunity to sample the local cuisine. Gotta bring as many prey boys back home with me in my belly!
After this week I could use a massage. On the outside, that is. This guy’s currently massaging the inside of my belly. Don’t be jealous, in about 20 minutes you can continue where he left off after a triumphant, satisfying, roaring belch knocks him out.
Been a couple weeks until I had a huge meal, after having a sinus cold finally feeling better, decided it was a better night than ever to see how many men I could cram in my gut. Here’s the first two, third is on his way, and you’re the fourth… come on over and I’ll send you in to meet them!
When Alex had finally received an order, he had been really happy to finally do something – after long day in pizzeria with almost zero orders, he got really bored doing nothing. So then, after long job of making the one which was big, 10 pizzas, he was impressed, but did it with enthusiasm, being curious about who had ordered so much.
However, when he reached the place, expecting loud party, Alex was surprised to hear no sound. Intrigued even more, delivery guy pressed the doorbell, and got stuck, impressed by what he had seen a minute later when the door opened
-Hi there! John said to young delivery guy, holding his belly with one hand, and smiled – you brought my pizzas, right?
-Yeah sir, exactly! Here they are! – Alex replied shy a bit as he blushed from extremely hot guy in front of him. The guy was pretty regular, looking good, skinny but muscled. Well, almost regular. Where logically should have been abs, it was stretched to enormous size, was laying huge beach ball-sized bulge of belly. And all the contrast was making Alex to eel weird, but also made John even hotter in his eyes.
-Ok, thanks! Oh, I forgot the payment! Come on in, let’s bring them in my room! – John said, giving to delivery boy opportunity to enter the flat. After that he took half of the pizza boxes, and using his belly as the rack, moved in the room.
-It’s all the pizza for you only? – Alex asked when they finally put the boxes on the table near sofa and John gave money to him
-Yeah. It’s a problem for you?
-What? No, not at all! In contrary, I’m sure that you’ll have place for all of them here!
-Hahah, yeah! You can’t even ima…. AAAAAUUUUGHHH! SETTLE DOWN IN THERE!
-What’s going on, how can i… help…? – Alex asked, shocked even more when he noticed face imprint on John’s belly – Was that… a human face…?
-Oh, damn, you noticed that. Well, yes, I ate my roommate and he’s giving me AAAAUUUUUGHHHHHH!!! Giving me an… indigestion…! What’s from it?
-Nothing, just it really… HOT! – Alex said, to surprise of both John and himself. However after some thinking he understood that it’s completely turning him, so he continued – It’s unexpected to discover, had no idea it is even possible, but I really like it.
And in prove of his words, he took a risk of touching the belly and rubbing it. Surprisingly, it helped to John a bit, and when they met with eyes with each other, John decided that he’ll enjoy some help of this delivery guy who was acting so cute from being shy as he obviously enjoyed John’s dome of flesh.
-Well, it’s kind of unexpected to hear something different than fear from it, but I’d like to make a deal. I’m planning to burry this guy inside in food to immobilize him. All because he’s awfully bad meal and gives to me tummy aches.However, his kicking is making it very hard to do it alone. So then, feed me if you dare, and my belly is all your to play with till the digestion won’t be completed. How it sounds?
Alex while was already ready to fight the fate of being eaten too, was literally happy for such an offer, so then he just opened first box and took two pieces of pizza, directing them right in John’s mouth, and grabbing some snacks to himself too.
-Heh, I’ll take it as yes – John said, taking both pieces and chewing them – What’s your name, guy?
-I’m Alex. You?
-John. Nice to meet you
-Same here dude. So then, how it happened?
-Give me some soda please. Happened what? – after tracking his gaze and drinking some soda, John understood – Ohh, he just not gave me dinner in time, and I was hungry, and there was no food, so… BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!!! …Oh, you see what’s happened – another piece of pizza had been sent inside
-Wasn’t he fighting? I don’t think that being food is what he dreamed about…
-I guess he would have tried, but, luckily he had no opportunity. He was sleeping right here, in this sofa, when I started the process, and when he woke up, it was too late
On the inside of the belly, Daniel was in completely disgust from hearing all the dialogue. It was making him more and more angry from hearing how these two were talking about him this way. One stupid jerk, how he named Alex, was asking more and more about the details and giving boring complements to the porker-John. Like he was nothing more than another piece of this chewed pizza like the ones they was sending in this already disgusting sack. All the chewed food covering him slowly from all the struggles, caused him to fight more and more.
-Hey, Alex, looks like our guest also wants some pizza! Let’s give it to him! – and next John just gulped whole piece, without any chewing. When it landed on Daniel’s hand, his cursing inside only made both guys to laugh.
-He’s still displeased, let’s give him some more! – another two were sent right down the hatch together this time
-Maybe some BUUUUURRRRPPPP – sudden wind from his friend’s mouth made Alex really blushed, when the burp heat him right in face – more to share with him?
-Obviously yes! – and delivery guy put for pizza pieces on top of one another, making little tower and guiding them right to John, who closed his eyes in excitement and immediately opened his mouth maximally wide, like a snake – Food is coming!
And right when he put all the pizza-tower on the John’s tongue, he accidentally touched it by his wrist, because of what young predator suddenly closed his mouth when he had felt the taste, and gulped, resulting Alex wasn’t fast enough to remove them.
Pizza fall down in belly and Alex got stuck. He tried to pull the hands out but it not worked. Alex moaned in pleasure: “This pizza is much tastier than all others! So salty!”
-J-John? You’re eating me! – John opened his eyes, realizing what was he doing and releasing the hands of his feeder friend
-Whoops… Little accident! Be careful dude! Even if you want to enter, I don’t have place for you! For now at least…
-No, thanks bro, but I prefer to enjoy the view from the outside!
-Well, you’re helping me, so BUUUUURRRRRRRPP! …as you wish! – but belly had gave a loud groan – Looks like my belly asks you to continue! Come on, it’s just second pizza!
And guys kept eating. However all the time of eating 3rd one, John wasn’t able to remove from his head taste of Alex’s hand. Or course, his belly hurted a bit, and even from having only Daniel inside it was promising to be a long hard night, but every time John asked himself about if this what he wants, his belly replied with a groan.
“He’s nice”
“And he tastes nice too!”
“He’s helping me! He’s useful”
“He’s belongs to belly!”
“He’s my friend!”
“But it not saved Daniel!”
“I don’t have place!!!”
GROOOMGLLLRRR
“He looks appetizing…”
“Yes, do it! DO it!”
And after another look at Alex when he ate last piece of 3rd pizza, John gave up. He opened the next box.
-Hey, Alex, let’s see how much big things I can swallow at once?
-I’m intrigued! What’s your offer?
-Don’t know how far it’ll go, but how about starting from one whole pizza?
-That’s an interesting idea! I’ll help!
“Gotcha!” John smiled, observing the process of building of another pizza tower, now from all 8 pieces “Belly is always gets what it wants!”
And in next second, when completed tower was already coming to his opened mouth, John jumped forward as much as he was able with his full belly, in a second clamping his lips around Alex’s shoulders. The guy was scared now, it was ab it heard how misunderstanding he was. But another groan, and John wasn’t care anymore. He just enjoyed the taste, working hard and slowly with each gulp he made to send his whole meal in his belly. That was all he wanted.
And in surprise, not only him. When John reached hips of the boy, Alex was suddenly sucked inside that fast that John was almost unable to taste any of him. This was all Daniel’s anger – offended on how Alex reacted on his situation, ex-roommate decided not to help Alex by pushing him out, but to have revenge. So Daniel pulled Alex in once delivery guy’s hands reached the stomach.
Of course, all it lead to kicking from both of them, and it’s hard to say, was it kicking from fighting with each other or trying to escape, but that’s not really matter.
-Woah, guys… Now I’m really feeling myself on the bursting point. So then, as soon as you’re both not helping me with it, just try to enjoy each other in there…
Once both guys were packed tight inside, John kept eating all the pizzas, what ended by immobilizing them both completely. Buried in food, they weren’t able to make any troubles to his stomach anymore, and once the last piece of pizza was gulped, he fall asleep finally
Jade Eel form multi-vore because I’m starting to get into the series despite not actually being able to play it and Jade needs more love IMO. Maybe don’t make a contract with Azul if you’re not gonna keep to it….
Yyyyyyep. Jade and Floyd are definitely the types to down multiple prey at once for other students reneging on Azul’s contracts. And you ain’t kiddin’, there really ain’t enough love for Jade on the vore market, so it’s great to see him getting some love there from @the-elusive-libbin with this lovely piece. ;)
Liam and Nolan sat across from each other as their workout gear was piled at their feet and the only things that they were left with were the muscle shirts underneath them and their athletic pants. They had to figure out a way, according to the coach, to get along. But the only thing that Liam was really concerned about was his hunger. Something that was audibly clear to Nolan.
“Well are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to suggest something, I don’t want to be with you any longer than I have to.” Liam says in a pouty voice.
“What is the matter, someone didn’t get their daily dose of Theo dick?” A growl comes from Liam, but it is not his mouth, it’s from Liam’s stomach. It finally prompts him to say something.“ You know what, I have an idea. We are going to play Simon says and I’m Simon. First up, Simon says “follow me to the weight room”.“
Liam was obligated to protest right then and there but he decided to humor Nolan. Walking with him until they reached the weight room. There inside was Corey and Mason, sweaty from the workout and recovering by the looks of it.
"Well?” Liam says confused.
“Simon says, eat your friends. You’re hungry Liam, I want to see how hungry you are. Besides, you’re a werewolf, aren’t you? That’s the sort of thing you guys are capable of doing. Unless…” Nolan trails off.
Liam was definitely believing this thing was absurd, but there was something about the subtle way that Nolan was teasing him. Enough so that it takes some of the stupor of being asked to eat your friends.“ Unless, unless what?”
“No it’s nothing, I just would have thought that a beta of the famous Scott McCall would be able to do this kind of thing but I mean it’s okay Liam. Not everybody lives up to the hype.”
Now there is something about the way that Nolan said that, that managed to get right underneath his skin enough so that he felt like he had to do it. Both for his hunger and his pride, so Mason and Corey were going down the hatch. Luckily for the both of them, they will be reformed after he digests them.
Marching right over to them, Mason opens up his mouth to say hi but suddenly, Liam grabs him by his shoulders and opens up his mouth stuffing him in. Not even caring that he had his clothes on, just stuffing him in there to do it. His best friend is way too stunned to fight back and on top of that he was in no position to fight back even if you wanted to. Liam makes a hungry gulp that devours his head and neck pushing him downward. Ravenously trying to belly him as quickly as he could with as much dominance as he could exude.
As he is downing the shoulders and that lean chest of his, he is perfectly aware of how he looks to Corey, like a monster. But regardless, he still planned on eating both of them, so it looks like Liam was going to them inside of a monster belly. Once he manages to get the relatively small upper body, he tips his head back so that Mason can go down his throat a little bit easier. First he might have regretted eating Mason with his clothing on, but the way that the shirt retained more of Mason’s flavor is something that he was enjoying. Just kicking legs are left now, sliding down towards that waiting belly.
Both Nolan and Corey are surprised by the fact that Liam actually has a furry paunch underneath uniform of his. The fur running down to his happy trail as shirt rides up on his belly while he continues to snack on Mason. He removes Mason’s shoes as they kick, not wanting to ruin a good pair for his buddy. Once those thighs, calves, and socked feet are gone, there is only a neck bulge left. With a single gulp, all of his best friend now lies in his belly.
Liam licks his lips getting the flavor of Mason on his tongue and is quite surprised by how good he tasted. He really needed to eat Mason more often! His attention then turns to Corey who looks down at his belly with both shock and fear. Being able to smell it on him, Liam decided that this would be an excellent time to pounce on him. Now unlike mason, the only thing that Corey had on was his shorts and shoes, giving him access to a tasty chest. Quickly he pulls in the chimera, opens up his mouth and begins to process again. Nolan was utterly surprised by the amount of gluttony that Liam was capable of showing off, besides to get in on the action. Quickly he gets behind Liam and begins to rub that furry belly of his, still kicking with Mason inside.
Liam was gobbling down Corey’s shoulders which had become quite broad ever since he had started working out with him to join the lacrosse team. He was aware of the fact that Nolan was giving him a belly rub. But with his mouth full of chimera, he couldn’t exactly say anything. With a quick head bob, the predator kicks back Corey to his chest munching on those soft pecs he had. Corey definitely was more meaty than Mason, tongue confirms that with the licking of his abs.
Normally Liam would be one to actually get off the prey that comes into his mouth but considering that Mason’s relationship was a sacred thing, he dared not to touch it. Simply taking down Corey while he was in his workout shorts, he decides to place both his hands on Nolan’s while he rubs over his expanding gut. This was an oddly intimate thing that he did not expect, but appreciated nonetheless.
Just like with mason, Liam makes sure that he takes off Corey’s shoes before he devours the rest of him. Cramming those thighs, calves, and those sweaty socked feet into his mouth. Tipping his head back, the last of his friends now rests in his belly. He lets out a grunt while rubbing over his fat tank with Nolan, utterly stuffed by the ordeal and surprisingly happy after doing that.
“Well, how do you feel?” Nolan asks him and he is surprised that he does not get an answer. Liam gives him an amused smirk, before Nolan finally understands. That little furry smart ass, Nolan gives him a slap on his gargantuan belly.“ Simon says, "Tell me how you feel”.“
Nolan’s dick jumps when he gets hit in the face with such a burp, feeling it shake the weight room and all of the weights within it. Two pairs of wet soaking socks come flying out of his mouth, landing side by side.He certainly did not picture that coming from him as Liam sighs rubbing over his gut.
"Delicious.” Liam says giving his Mason and Corey filled belly a couple of good slaps. They’re wiggling had calmed down and allowed Liam to pick up that belly from underneath and to drop it. Nolan was amazed by how round and tight it was, like a drum. The fuzzy belly was then rubbed over by Nolan as what Liam says next surprises him.“ Who’s next?”
Story requested and pictures provided by @thebeefybear
The rush week at Vore University was pretty much reaching its conclusion, either everybody was wrapping up the selection process or just now getting to it. It had been a long week of burping, farting, beer kegs, and clearing out buffets at every local restaurant. However the real tests, at least for the G.B fraternity, were about to begin, because they had a very unusual final test for their house. This unusual tradition had been started by a freshman who was now named Bear, since the famous Rush week of 2017. Normally G.B had accepted at least 8 new pledges to replace the seniors that they lost, but that year? Only two had made it through the selection process and no official member had actually made any cuts yet!
By the time they had gotten to the pledges, five of them were already fighting in somebody’s belly and all that remained of the sixth was a pair of kicking feet. That was how the current head of the house, Bear, had gotten his name. Now he was overseeing the selection process of the final eight. Eight round bellies are in front, all of their owners are blindfolded inside of the dingy basement of the house, with the fraternity sticker over their belly button.
They were told that they needed to have the deepest belly buttons in order to be accepted. Hopefully their brothers had to show them the techniques in order to do that, but now is the moment of truth. Because the deepest of these will probably be the only ones to survive the next part of the test. Bear walks forward and peels the stickers off of each belly button. He then fingers each of the navels to inspect the depths that they have and the amount of room. Disappointingly some he can only get a couple of fingers inside, however a couple his whole fist and even part of his forearm disappear with plenty of spacious room left. Clearly some of them had listened to the advice of the brothers who are already here. Once each has been inspected, he walks over to the brothers off to the side and whispers indiscriminately. The choice was about to be made, but there was one final test, one that would show who would be allowed inside of this prestigious brotherhood.
“You may take off your blindfolds, it is time. It is time to show us which of you has what it takes to become one of us.” Bear gestures to his brothers standing behind him. Each of them sporting a belly capable of tanking at least eight grown men, with the largest of these obviously being his.“ Only those with the instincts will survive, so now, begin.”
It is quiet at first, like it is every year, it takes a second for the words to sink in. Then it happens, as the last puzzle piece falls into place, one of the recruits grabs another and opens up his mouth around his head. There is a stunned silence from the others as they watch what they probably perceived to be a friend going through the same crucible that they were, get downed by a fellow pledge. Slowly the muscle chub reduces the wiggling pledge down to just the pot belly and lower half of his body, swallowing him whole. At first it looks like he is struggling, but Bear knows better. Just simply just admiring his food before a head toss in that belly is gone. That scrumptious ass, recently plumped by many trips to the all you can eat Chinese buffet, was scarfed down.
Reality finally sets in for the other pledges as they all try to do the same to one another, beginning to grab and attempting to eat each other. Some of them quickly find out that they are not predators, they have been the prey all along. By this time, the first pledge has already moved on to his next meal, even as those feet wiggle out of his mouth. Bear looks over at his brothers and can see either the joy of raising a successful predator or the look of disappointment as their pledges are reduced to food. It looks more or less the same this year as two of them truly are taking care of the prey items easily. A flurry of messy gulps and groaning bellies can be heard, which is why Bear thinks that there is not going to be anything new this year. Until, it comes down to the last two pledges.
The first pledge had obviously survived while one of his more smaller brothers had managed to show off his capabilities as well. Although it was hardly even, 6 of the former recruits are now inside of one belly, doomed to just be meat for the other. The first pledge walks over to his little brother to what seems to embrace him in a hug, but Bear along with the other senior brothers are mistaken. Because he lifts up his smaller brother and pushes his feet into his belly button, which slips inside and begins to pull the rest of him in. Bear is pleasantly surprised as he watches the smaller man fight as he is slowly pulled inside of that spacious cavern, pleading with his brother to spare him. But he’ll get no mercy from anybody in the room, simply dragged inside as the only thing that remains of him on the outside is just his upper half.
With six grown men now in his belly and a 7th heading into his belly button, the first pledge looks like he’s in a state of euphoria. His cock is hard on the inside of his pants, a bit of a wet mark being made as he takes his fellow crew into his belly button. Pushing on him, forcing him in there, groaning from the effort as eventually it is just the top of his head. With a devious smirk, he looks down at his fellow pledge and stuffs him deep inside, the other man disappearing from the outside world.
Bear smirks as he signals the brothers to grab the robe and initiate their newest brother into their circle. They walk behind him and put his new threads on him, although his massive belly cannot hope to be hidden. The entire globalture is visible as it bounces and wiggles with weak men reduced to food. Bear walks over and rubs to that large dome putting his hand on the thick tank, giving it an appreciative slap. His hand feels the sticky and hairy surface of the dome, covered in saliva and sweat from the effort. However there’s something that he has to see, something that he only thought was capable of the senior members. While staring straight at his new brother’s eyes, his hand reaches inside of his belly button and goes forward. His brother groans while his belly button is inspected.
The senior is forced to shut his eyes as the freshman brother burps all over him, covering him in spittle. The taste of the six men inside of his belly covered his face and lips, they really were delicious. That’s why Bear had snuck a few pledges into his belly, enough to get them down to eight every year. Eventually he finds what he’s looking for inside the belly button. He is still there, the last of the recruits, trapped inside of the belly button and unable to move. Bear rubs over the top of his head, knowing that the next time he’ll get out, he’ll feed their newest brother. In reality he was nothing more than just a snack in storage.
“Congratulations brother, you’ve been accepted into the Gluttonous Brotherhood. Your new name will be… PC or Prison Cell.” A worthy nickname, for a worthy predator. The new brother smiles as he shakes his belly proudly along with the seven trapped men inside of it. The other brothers cheer his name and successfully start a new season. Bear folds his arms over his chest and realizes that he has a new successor for graduation.
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!
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.
Also, obligatory reminder about Extra Life, which I’ll be doing the weekend after this weekend! Post link
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.
Not technically a fanart, but Kingvorenfluff responded to my request thread with “Female rabbit preds,” and… yeah. Yeah, I like those. Post link
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.)
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.
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.
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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.
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.
People were clamouring for a sequel to the picture with Brooke, so here she is making a meal of those bunnies she spotted at the end of the Bust Enhancement story! Post link
A commission for ph0220. It’s another Prednant Judy story! Yay! This one takes place right after “Indulging Aftermath,” and I mean rightafter.
Loose Ends
“Alright, here we go. One… two… three!”
Judy braced her hand against the door and pushed hard with the foot she had managed to get up onto the lip of metal. Nick had his arms wrapped around her belly, and Finnick was perched underneath it, and between the three of them, they were able to heave Judy’s huge gut into the back of Finnick’s van.
Judy, of course, followed with it, almost stumbling, but Nick was right alongside her, helping her keep her balance. Nick took her hand and helped lower her into a sitting position.
“There,” Finnick said, clapping his hands together in a swiping motion. “Now you get all settled, and I’ll have you home in a jiff.”
“Thanks again for this, Finnick,” Nick said. “I owe you one.”
“Hey, just don’t eat me and we’re good.”
Judy answered that with a grin. “Just so long as you don’t tell anyone about this.”
Finnick looked at her for a good couple of seconds before looking back to Nick. “Has anyone told you that your girlfriend is scary?” Then he shut the back door and starting making his way back to the front of the van so he could climb up into the driver’s seat.
Judy looked across the van at Nick, who had also sat down cross-legged on the bed of the vehicle. “Was this all really necessary?” She asked. “I mean, we had to tell Finnick about…”
“We can trust Finnick,” Nick said. “And yeah. I know our place is only a block away, but it’s still better if we minimize the chances of anyone seeing you… you know… like this.”
“Y-yeah.” Judy couldn’t argue. Her stomach was absolutely enormous, and it continued to writhe and kick. The occasional muffled sob or plea could be heard from inside, though Judy couldn’t make out any words.
“So… what happened?” Nick asked. “I mean, I’ve never seen you eat anything bigger than a mouse! I was really surprised when you called to tell me that you had eaten a bunny.”
Judy sighed. “I… I don’t know. I saw this bunny on the train – the same one I told you about before? The one that first made me start having the cravings?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“And the kits just… wanted her,” Judy continued, “and she gave me her seat and started talking to me. Then she asked if she could walk me home, and I led her into the alley and…”
“And you pounced.” Nick said, a small smirk on his face.
“Uh-huh. I don’t know what came over me, but before I knew it I was cramming her down my throat. It was… it was easier than I expected,” Judy admitted. “I mean, it wasn’t easy, I actually got stuck on her hips for a bit, but it didn’t take that long before she was in my stomach.”
“And?” Nick gestured with one hand. “How do you feel?”
“Bloated. Like I ate way too much. But also…” Judy felt her cheeks flush. “I… I feel great. And I feel terrible. I ate a bunny, Nick! I can’t believe it! She was struggling and screaming, and I still shoved her down my throat. I’m the predator my parents warned me and my sisters about.” She swallowed hard. “Are you mad?”
“Mad?” Nick moved forward, rolling onto his hands and knees. He leaned over Judy’s massive belly, bracing himself against it with one hand, as he brought his muzzles to hers in a kiss. “I’m proud of you, carrots. This is impressive. I’ve never heard of a bunny eating another bunny. Of course if anyone could do it, it’d be you. Besides…” He gives her belly a squeeze with his paw, eliciting a round of squirms. “I mentioned on the phone, but… this is kind of hot.”
Judy’s face flushed even brighter, but before she could answer, Finnick growled from the front seat. “Alright, you two lovebirds, if you’re gonna act gross wait until you get home. Speaking of which, we’re here.” The van slowed to a stop in front of Nick and Judy’s apartment.
Maneuvering into the apartment building was tricky, but doable. Nick scouted ahead first, and they used a blanked to cover Judy’s stomach – someone who didn’t look too hard might think the pair were carrying something between them other than a huge bunny gut. They managed to make their way into the building and back to their place without being noticed.
“I can’t believe that worked,” Judy said as she settled onto the couch, happy to finally have somewhere soft to sit. The front door of the apartment opened directly into the “living room” area, so at least it wasn’t a long walk.
Nick finished thanking Finnick again before shutting the door. “The trick is to pretend nothing’s wrong. Confidence is the key. No one will look twice at you if you’re not acting shifty.”
“Well, I suppose you would be the expert,” Judy said.
Nick laughed, then raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re okay? Like, physically. Nothing broken?”
Judy shook her head. “Yeah. I mean, yes, I’m okay. Everything seems to have stretched fine. Like I said, I feel really bloated, maybe a bit gassy, but nothing feels painful or wrong.”
“That’s great,” Nick said, letting out a sigh of relief. “Because the last thing I want is…”
Knock knock knock.
Judy watched Nick nearly jump out of his fur at the sound.
“Wh-who do you think that is?” Judy asked.
Nick took a deep breath. “Probably just a solicitor. Just… stay there, okay?” He straightened his shirt and went back to the door.
Nick turned the knob and opened the door just a crack, making sure to position himself in front of it so whoever was on the other side could see in. “Can I help you?”
“Um, hi.” The voice on the other side of the door surprised Judy – it was high-pitched and female, and seemed vaguely familiar.
“Look, we’re not buying Bunny Scout cookies,” Nick said. “If you could…”
“No! Um, no, it’s not that. It’s just…” A small moment of hesitation. “It’s just, I was here in the city to meet my sister, and I swear I saw her walk into an alley with another bunny.”
Judy’s heart skipped a beat. They’d been seen after all!
“I assumed she just walked through and was on the other side, but when I went around the building she wasn’t there. So I went back to the alley and I saw this van leaving, and I, um, kind of followed you. I saw you and that other bunny come in here.”
Judy swore. What the hell were the going to do now!? How could they possibly talk their way out of this!?
“Y-you’re those cops, right? The famous ones? Did you see where she went?” The voice asked.
Judy heard Nick sigh, and she could see his tail swish back and forth. “Actually, miss, we’ve got your sister right in here. Would you mind coming in?”
What? Why was Nick inviting her in!?
Nick stepped aside to let their guest into the apartment, and Nick shut the door behind her – and locked it.
Oh. That was why.
The bunny looks very similar to the one currently squirming in Judy’s stomach. Not exactly the same – she was a little more petite, and a bit more busty. If Judy had to guess, she probably was from the next litter younger.
The bunny had a smile on her face as she walked into the room – until her eyes fell on Judy. “W-wha…?”
Nick came up behind the bunny and pushed her.
She stumbled forward in surprise, right into Judy. She caught herself on Judy’s stomach, then looked down at the shifting orb beneath her hands, heard the muffled cries from inside. Her eyes widened in horror.
“Oh… it… it can’t be…!”
Her weight pressing against Judy’s belly had shifted something. She felt a rumble start deep in her body before moving up towards her throat.
The bunny looked up at Judy’s face, their noses just inches apart, right as it happened.
“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!”
The belch was loud, long, and messy. The bunny wrinkled her nose, tears forming in her as she squinted against the hot breath washing over her. She cringed backwards – and bumped right into Nick’s abdomen, now bare, as he had slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
Nick’s hands came down on the surprised bunny’s shoulders.
“Nice one, Carrots,” he said. “Now, just give me a second to tie up this loose end.”
Judy watched as the bunny’s paws were lifted into the air and her head disappeared into Nick’s throat. The bunny screamed and squirmed, but she couldn’t stop the larger, stronger fox from gobbling her up, pushing her small figure into his mouth and throat, his teeth handlng her body on the way down. Soon her kicking legs were vanishing into his mouth, and then she was gone, nothing but a bulge in the fox’s midsection.
Nick licked his lips, then turned and sat down heavily next to Judy on the couch.
“Urp! Excuse me,” he said, patting his chest with a fist.
Judy realized she was blushing again. With him sitting next to her like this, their two bunny-filled bellies were pressing against each other, and she could feel the squirms from his pressing against her own.
“Don’t worry,” Nick said. “I’m sure we’re good now. If anyone else had seen, they would have gotten here by now, too.”
“Y-yeah,” Judy responded, still staring at Nick’s gut. “I’m, um, sorry you had to do that.”
“Don’t be!” Nick said, grinning. “If anything, I’m kind of happy I got to be part of the moment. Our first bunny meal together!” He looked over their two stomachs. “Ha, and I think yours is bigger, Carrots. Of course you’d outdo me even at…”
Nick trailed off as he brought his gaze up to meet hers and saw her blushing face.
Judy stared at the pair of bellies. She could feel the bunny she had eaten squirm and kick and fight. She could hear the muffled screams from both of them – and occasionally make out a plea for help or mercy.
“Our ‘first’ bunny meal together,” Judy whispered, her cheeks flushing even brighter. “And, um… maybe not our last?”
Nick grinned broadly. He scooted even closer, their hips touching, their bellies grinding against each other.
“Not even close,” Nick said, as he pulled her into a kiss. Post link
Myla was currently stretched out across the couch. The calico’s legs hung over one side, and her head rested on a throw pillow, propping it up slightly so she can look at her phone. She let out a sigh as she idly scrolled through news articles.
“Everything okay?”
Myla’s roommate, a feline with cream fur and dark-brown point coloration, was sitting across the small apartment at their kitchen table (though it was arguable whether you could really call it a “kitchen,” as it was more like an extended part of their living room.) She had been working at her laptop, but now was glancing curiously over in Myla’s direction.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Alicia,” Myla said. “Was just wondering what I’m gonna do for dinner.”
“Oh! Did I not say anything? I’m gonna take care of dinner tonight. I already ordered pizza,” Alicia says. “Should be here any minute.”
Myla’s ears perked up. She propped herself up with one arm to look across the room at her roommate. “With anchovies?”
Alicia grinned. “Yes, with anchovies.”
Myla hopped up into a sitting position. “Alicia, you’re the best! You didn’t have to do that. I could have figured something out!”
Alicia responded with a dismissive wave. “Nah, you’re good. It’s not like I’m actually going to need the pizza, anyway.”
Myla’s brow furrowed as she mulled over this statement. “What? But then what are you going to…?” Then the feline’s eyes widened as she made the realization. “Alicia, no.”
Alicia just shrugged. “What can I say? I just can’t help myself.”
“Alicia, you can’t. You can’t keep eating delivery people.” Myla crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I think you’ll find that I can,” Alicia said, running her tongue across her muzzle.
“No, I mean, you’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep doing this! Delivery people are not free food!” Myla buried her face in her hands. “I won’t let you.”
“Get in trouble with who? The pizza place?” Alicia giggled. “What are they gonna do, send a private enforcer to take me out? Besides, why would they be mad? It’s not like they don’t get their money – I always pay ahead on the website, and I leave a generous tip. Don’t worry, Myla. I’ve done this plenty of times, and it’s never been a problem. And besides…”
There was a scoot of wood against tile as Alicia got up from her chair and started walking towards the couch, her hips swaying with each step. “It hasn’t seemed like you minded when I’ve done this before.”
Myla felt a small flush of heat in her cheeks as she looked up from her hands. She took in the jean shorts and pink tank-top that her roommate was wearing, and Myla could imagine the cream-colored belly just beneath them. Memories flashed through her mind: that mouse boy from the asian place down the street. A little male bunny from the sandwich shop. And that cute vixen from the very same pizza place that Alicia had ordered from now. All of them had disappeared between Alicia’s lips, causing that flat, cream-colored belly to bulge outward, turning into a swell of squirms and protests.
And every time, Myla had just watched.
“N-not this time,” Myla stammered. She was struggling to find the words. “Seriously, Alicia, you can’t keep doing this!”
Alicia just smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Myla. She wrapped one arm around Myla’s shoulders, and placed her other hand on her thigh.
“How about this,” Alicia said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “After I eat this one… I’ll let you rub my belly.”
Myla’s mouth went dry. Her cheeks were burning, and she could feel a bit of warmth pooling in her lower belly. She squirmed in place, rubbing her knees together. “M-Myla… y-you…”
DING-DONG!
Both girls jumped as the doorbell rang. “Oh! That must be it!” Alicia hopped to her paws. “If you’re gonna stop me, this would be the moment!” She said, as she sauntered towards the door.
Myla got up as well, straightening the light blue sun dress she was wearing as she followed her roommate. She could stop her. She would stop her. She could just shout a warning, or push Alicia aside and get the pizza herself. It would be easy.
Alicia opened the door.
Standing in the door frame was a petite, but full-figured rabbit. She was wearing an orange polo and slacks – the uniform of the pizzeria. She had three boxes expertly balanced on one hand.
“Got a delivery for Alicia,” the bunny said.
“That’s me! I need to grab my wallet really quick. Please, come in, it’ll just take a second.”
The rabbit narrowed her eyes, and Myla’s heart skipped a beat. Of course she wouldn’t accept an invitation into a stranger’s apartment. The rabbit would be safe after all, and Myla wouldn’t have to do anything!
But then the rabbit shrugged and stepped inside. Alicia walked around her and shut the door.
Myla let out a long breath that she hadn’t even realized she had been holding.
The rabbit walked up to the kitchen table and set the pizzas on it, having to reach up with both hands to do so. She didn’t even seem to notice Alicia stalking up behind her.
Myla swallowed hard as she watched the sight. Her teeth were clenched, and she was breathing hard through her nose. It was going to happen any moment now. Alicia would pounce, the rabbit would scream, and it would be over.
But then the rabbit reached down, gripped the bottom of her polo, and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Now wearing just a bra from the waist-up, she turned to face Alicia.
This was so unexpected that even Alicia was taken aback. She stopped, just a few feet from her intended prey. “What are you…?”
The feline’s moment of hesitation was her downfall – literally. The bunny leaped forward, those powerful legs propelling her straight into Alicia’s chest. The momentum sent the feline sprawling backwards, and the rabbit landed on top of her abdomen, straddling her.
What in the world was going on!?
The rabbit took advantage of Alicia’s disorientation to grab the feline’s tank top. She quickly yanked it off, forcing the feline’s arms up, before tossing it aside.
Myla and Alicia both realized what was happening at the same time.
“W-wait, you can’t…!” Alicia started to shout.
The rabbit opened her small mouth wide, and somehow, impossibly, glomped it down over the feline’s head.
Alicia tried to struggle, but it happened too quickly. The rabbit was already swallowing, pulling the feline’s head into her impossibly tiny throat, which seemed to have no problem stretching to accommodate the much larger prey. Then Alicia’s arms became trapped at her sides as the rabbit’s lips stretched over her chest. In spite of Alicia’s best attempts to squirm and struggle, the rabbit just moved with her, making steady progress down the feline’s abdomen.
Myla found herself taking a step forward, her hands clenched together at her chest. She watched the sight with horrified fascination. The bunny was up to Alicia’s waist now, and she started undoing the buttons on the feline’s jean shorts, pulling them down. Myla had seen Alicia pull similar maneuvers: it had the dual purpose of both removing synthetic fabric that the predator wouldn’t want to eat, and also letting the clothing item get tangled up in the prey’s legs, making it harder to kick. It certainly seemed to be effective now, as Alicia’s legs started to disappear between the rabbit’s lips.
Glp. Gluk.
The rabbit swallowed, and swallowed again, inch after inch of those kicking legs and thrashing tail disappearing into her gullet. Finally, the shorts were tossed aside entirely, and the rabbit’s large teeth clicked closed behind Alicia’s toes.
GLK.
The rabbit sat on her knees on the floor, her belly resting in front of her. Her gut was absolutely enormous. It writhed and squirmed, and Myla could hear frantic yowls and screams coming from inside. On the bunny’s tiny frame, it looked so much bigger than Alicia’s had ever been.
Then the rabbit’s eyes suddenly snapped to Myla.
Myla took a reflexive step back, but one of the bunny’s hands shot out, grabbing her ankle. This caused the feline to lose her balance, and she fell, tumbling to the floor.
“W-wait!” Myla tried to yank her ankle away from the rabbit’s grip. “Don’t!”
“This is what happens when you don’t play nice,” the rabbit said. “I mean, I can’t exactly be mad, but you’ve got to be ready for a taste of your own medicine.”
“But… but I didn’t!” Myla tried to protest.
But the rabbit was already lifting Myla’s paw towards her open mouth.
Desperate, Myla kicked at the rabbit with her free foot, while flipping herself over and trying to crawl away. The rabbit was currently weighed down with Alicia, if she could just put some distance between them…!
But the rabbit had a death grip on her ankle, and she intercepted Myla’s other paw with her free hand, catching her other ankle as well. Myla looked back over her shoulder to see both paws being lifted towards the rabbit’s open mouth.
She felt wetness starting to surround her toes.
“O-oh no! Please, no!”
The rabbit swallowed. Myla could feel the tongue pushing her paws back into the tight throat, as the rabbit started working her way up Myla’s legs.
Myla tried to grab onto something, anything, to stop her backwards progress. But the rabbit’s gullet was strong, and the feline’s claws just scrabbled on the kitchen tile, not finding any purchase.
The rabbit reached her knees, and she used one hand to catch Myla’s thrashing tail, stuffing it into her mouth along with the feline’s legs. Another swallow, and the rabbit’s head disappeared beneath the hem of Myla’s dress.
For a moment, Myla wondered if the rabbit was going to get caught on the dress material. But then she felt another swallow, and the warm wetness of the rabbit’s mouth slid up her hips. The material of the clothing started to bunch up as Myla was pulled backwards. She was being eaten out of her dress!
“P-please!” Myla begged, still clawing desperately at the kitchen floor. “I swear, I had n-nothing to do with it! It was all Alicia’s idea!”
Glp. Glp. The dress bunched up further, and the warmth traveled up Myla’s stomach. She felt her paws touch something furry and moving. Alicia. Her paws were in the rabbit’s stomach!
“Please, listen!” Myla was sobbing now, tears starting to stain the fur of her cheeks. “It wasn’t me!”
Glk. Now her chest was swallowed up, eliciting another squirm. The bunched up dress was gathering around Myla’s face, blocking her vision.
She tried desperately to claw at the bunny, to grab onto something, to do anything. But the rabbit just swallowed again, and the dark interior of the dress was replaced with the rabbit’s mouth, her vision suddenly framed by teeth.
“P-please,” she begged one more time. “D-don’t…”
She felt the rabbit’s tongue press against her face, pushing her back towards the gullet.
GLLLK.
——–
Bruni tilted her head back as she slurped up the last of the feline’s arms, the flailing limbs disappearing through the sleeves of the dress. Then she reached up and pulled the bunched up dress off of herself, tossing it aside with the other discarded clothes, before she swallowed one last time. The feline slid the rest of the way down her gullet, joining her friend in her already-bloated gut.
Letting out a large, satisfied sigh, Bruni rolled onto her back.
Her gut squirmed and writhed, and she could make out the paws and hands and muzzles of the felines as they desperately fought in her belly. Not that it would do them any good. They’d be on her hips soon no matter what they tried.
She felt a rumbling moving up her chest. She opened her mouth wide.
BRAAAAAAAAP!
The belch was loud enough to rattle the walls of the apartment. Bruni thought she heard an annoyed neighbor thumping on the wall.
Bruni took a deep breath, covering her mouth as she let out another small belch. Maybe two at once had been a little much. But she knew her boss would understand. If she hadn’t “taken care” of these two, they’d be a threat to other delivery folk in the future.
And that first feline had been so sure that she had Bruni in the palm of her hand. She just couldn’t resist turning it around on her.
She would text her boss in a minute, let her know that she needed to take the rest of the night off. It was going to take her a while to work through these two felines, and judging by how things were going so far, she was looking at a night of indigestion.
And yet, somehow, she still wasn’t disappointed.
She took a deep breath, and caught the scent of the pizza. Smiling to herself, she reached over, grabbing one of the boxes and sliding it closer.
If she was going to have indigestion anyway, might as well indulge a little more, right?
Before she got her job at the bar where she works now, Bruni worked at a pizza place! She has a very particular skillset that’s very useful for delivery people in a vore setting. Post link
Carlie stood there, pencil pressed to the paper of her little notepad. Her ears and tail twitched. Had she heard that right?
“Um… just to confirm, ma'am… you want ten of the sampler platter? Are you, erm, waiting for more of your party to arrive?”
The small (at least with regards to height) rabbit looked up at Carlie with a patient smile on her face. She gave her round belly a firm pat.
“No, it’s just me. And don’t worry, I can handle it. I’m eating for two dozen, here.”
Carlie felt her ears flush a bit. While the exact number was surely hyperbole, the rabbit’s belly was massive: that was not a small litter she was carrying. “Alright then, ma'am, I’ll get your order in. It might take the kitchen a few minutes.”
“Feel free to start bringing food out even if it’s not all ready yet,” the rabbit said.
Carlie nodded, making another note on her pad. “Yes, we can do that.” She glanced down at the rabbit’s stomach just in time to see a significant twitch. “Gosh, it looks like they’re quite energetic!”
The rabbit responded by reaching down beneath her belly, taking the bottom of her shirt in her hand and tugging it up to partially expose the furry orb. “You have no idea. It feels like the aftermath of a dance party in there!”
Carlie felt her ears burn again. “Oh, you poor thing! Well, um, I don’t want to keep you waiting, so I’ll go put your order in.”
“Thank you, sweetie.”
Carlie walked more quickly than normal back towards the kitchens.
It took a bit of work to convince the kitchen staff that the order was, in fact, correct. Carlie could barely believe it herself. Pregnancy or not, that tiny bunny could hardly put away that much food, could she?
But as the evening wore on, it quickly became quite clear that she could. When the first platter was ready, the bunny dug in with gusto. She practically seemed to inhale the food, scarfing down burgers in almost a single bite and shoveling fries and chips into her mouth by the handful. Chicken wings vanished into her gullet (had she swallowed the bones, too?) and she guzzled soda so fast that Carlie had trouble keeping up with her, eventually prompting her to start bringing multiple glasses at once.
And she destroyed platter after platter, with no sign of slowing down. The kitchen kept preparing food, and she kept downing it. Carlie was fairly certain that, physically, there was no way the rabbit could have enough space inside her for as much as she was consuming, and yet the squirrel could see with her own eyes as yet another plate of food disappeared into the bunny’s gullet.
Eventually, the tenth platter was cleaned. The bunny sat there, smiling to herself. She let out a small belch, before covering her mouth with her hands and saying a polite “excuse me!” Though her fingers and the area around her lips looked a bit sticky, she had been a remarkably clean eater, all things considered.
“Um, I, erm, have your check,” Carlie said, putting the receipt on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
The bunny looked up at Carlie with a low-lidded expression that, for some reason, caused the squirrel’s heart to skip a beat.
“Actually, sweetie, I would like one more thing.”
——–
Dylan was working at the greeter’s station when the bunny walked by. He could hardly miss her: her large, round stomach was on display, her shirt bunched up just beneath her breasts. He was, of course, aware of the customer who had been eating up a storm all evening, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how much of that bulge was her pregnancy, and how much was food.
“I hope you enjoyed your meal, ma'am,” Dylan said.
The bunny smiled up at him. She appeared to still be licking sauce from her fingers. “I definitely did!”
She was already walking out the door when he noticed one of the waitresses, a feline named Janet, walking hurriedly towards him. He tensed as he saw the concerned expression on her face.
“Oh, no!” He exclaimed, before she had a chance to speak. “Please don’t tell me that after all that, that bunny just dined-and-ditched!”
Janet froze, startled. “Huh? Oh, no! She didn’t wait for her ticket, but she left enough cash on her table to pay for her meal and then some.”
Dylan let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank goodness. Then what’s wrong?”
“Well, it’s just that, Carlie was waiting on the rabbit’s table…” Janet said, her brow furrowed.
“… and now… now I can’t find her anywhere.”
——–
The rabbit licked her lips and smiled to herself as she walked towards the bus station that would take her home, still tasting the lingering flavors on her tongue. It had been a delicious, filling meal… not that she didn’t always feel full. She ran her hands over her furry belly, basking in the warmth and gentle squirming she could feel within. Though there was no one around to hear, her lips parted, and she spoke a few words.
“Welcome to the party. Hope you enjoy yourself.”
She chuckled to herself, then ran her tongue through the space between her teeth and her gums. She would have to visit that restaurant again.
——–
(A sequel to that Party Inside picture/story from the other day!)
Kyla stared, dumbstruck, as the rabbit sucked a female cat into her mouth. The feline was easily the rabbit’s size and a half, and yet as the rabbit slurped up the long tail, the only effect was for her cheeks to bulge out, as though she had just taken a particularly large bite out of a carrot.
Just like all the others.
Kyla looked around at what had formerly been a rather bombastic party. Piles of empty clothes, purses, jewelry, and other accouterments littered the floor, some of the sopping wet. Not an hour ago, the room had been filled with people, all of them dancing, chatting, drinking, or just generally having a good time.
And now, except for Kyla herself, they were all inside the rabbit.
The rabbit, with her lips sealed tightly, sloshed the contents of her mouth back and forth between her cheeks. Kyla thought she caught a glimpse of a set of fingers reaching desperately for freedom before they disappeared. After a few moments, the rabbit tilted her head back and swallowed.
Glk.
A small bulge traveled down the rabbit’s throat, disappearing beneath her collarbone. The feline was gone.
Kyla had seen the first few happen. It didn’t matter that many of her prey were bigger than her: they had vanished into the rabbit with no trace, her stomach remaining entirely flat. It was only after she had eaten a sizable number of the party’s guests that her stomach actually started to bulge, that the occasionally outline of a hand or paw or muzzle could be seen pressing out from beneath her fur. The whole party had given her a sizable gut, but it was still impressively small.
The rabbit then opened her mouth and reached up with one hand, sliding her fingers between her lips. She reached into her cheek, hooked something, and pulled out a mass of fabric. The feline’s clothes hit the ground with a wet slap.
Kyla felt her cheeks flush.
Then the rabbit’s eyes settled on Kyla, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew she had no hope of overpowering the rabbit. She was just a small bat, even smaller than the rabbit, and she had seen the rabbit eat prey twice her size.
So she just sat there, her back against the wall, as the rabbit crept towards her on all fours.
“M-my turn?” Kyla asked.
The rabbit nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s not going to hurt.”
“It’s n-not??” Kyla looked down at the rabbit’s relatively small, but still squirming, stomach.
“Yeah. I’m not a carnivore. I can’t really digest meat.”
“S-so you’re going to let us out?” Kyla asked hopefully.
The rabbit just crept closer.
Kyla could feel a heavy weight in her chest. “Y-you’re not going to let us out.”
The rabbit was over Kyla now; her belly almost in the bat’s lap. She shook her head.
Kyla swallowed hard. “E-ever?”
The rabbit just smiled.
“B-but… won’t people notice?”
The rabbit braced one hand against the wall next to Kyla’s head, and placed the other one on her stomach. “Big enough to be noticeable,” she said. “And a little bulgy, though that’ll settle down, I imagine. But still, you could easily mistake me for pregnant, don’t you think? And you know us bunnies. It’ll be the first thing people think.”
Kyla stared at the rabbit’s gut. If she hadn’t just seen an entire party’s worth of guests disappear into it, would she even realize what was in there? Or would she have just assumed she was another pregnant bunny?
Kyla slowly slid her gaze up, until it focused on the rabbit’s small mouth.
“Enjoy your stay,” the rabbit said.
Then she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around Kyla’s muzzle.
(A commission for Lopernicus, starring his character Samantha in my The Den setting!)
Samantha was having second thoughts.
It wasn’t that the wolverine wasn’t hungry. On the contrary, she was starving. And delicious-looking prey were everywhere: at the bar, on the dance floor, chatting in the booths and on the balconies. Samantha still wasn’t sure how the club attracted them all, but whatever marketing strategy they employed for these nights, it worked. A veritable feast was laid out before her, and very soon she would be able to just reach out and take it.
The problem was that they were all too damn nice.
A female squirrel had held the door for her when she arrived. A male rabbit had helped her into her current seat at the bar. Both staff and guests kept stopping to ask if she needed anything, which she would politely wave off. And even those who hadn’t directly helped her seemed to just be having a good time, blissfully unaware of what was coming. Sure, Samantha knew that it was going to happen whether she participated or not, but did she really want to participate?
She felt a kick in her lower abdomen.
Samantha sighed and leaned back against the bar. She idly stroked the fingers of one hand across the fabric of her overalls, and the round belly beneath them. “Sorry, sweetie,” she whispered. “I know you’re craving prey, but I’m not sure if this is the right venue for me.” With her free hand, she took a sip of her drink. Time was tight, but she still had a few minutes. She could slip out, figure out something else to satisfy her cravings. She just had to get out before…
Sigh.
Samantha froze. The sound had come from just beside her. It was an annoyed sound, a disapproving one, a forced sigh of feigned disbelief combined with the clucking of a tongue. It was loud enough that it was clearly meant to be heard. Samantha turned to look at its source.
The female weasel had sat down on the stool next to Samantha, in spite of the fact that there were plenty of open seats elsewhere. She wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt emblazoned with the word “BOSS”. She wore the fur on her head long, at least in the front, with a shorter, styled tuft in the back. She was looking at Samantha with an exasperated expression.
“Um, I’m sorry,” Samantha said, forcing a smile. “Is… is there a problem?”
The weasel clucked her tongue again. “Are you really drinking while you’re pregnant?”
Samantha stiffened. She looked down at her glass. “No, this is…”
“Don’t lie to me!” The weasel raised her voice slightly. “I just saw you! That’s horribly unhealthy! Don’t you care about your unborn baby!?”
Samantha felt her cheeks starting to heat up. She clenched her fist. “Excuse me, but I care very much about…”
“Well you certainly aren’t showing it. They’re going to end up being born autistic or something.”
Samantha narrowed her eyes, her brow furrowing. “Maybe you should mind your own business. I’m only having a…”
“It doesn’t matter if you ‘only have one!’ It’s still unhealthy! How stupid can you be!? This is what’s wrong with this generation. You’re all terrible parents.”
Samantha gave the weasel an appraising look. She was a smaller species – if they were both standing, the top of her head would probably be about level with Samantha’s chest. “You look the same age as me,” Samantha said. “Do you even havekids?”
But the weasel had turned from Samantha and was looking down the bar. “Hey! Excuse me!”
Her call was answered by a petite rabbit with numerous piercings in her ear. “Yes? Can I help you?”
“Did you serve this woman!?” The weasel demanded, pointing at Samantha.
The rabbit looked up at Samantha. “Yeeeessss,” she said, speaking slowly. “But why do you care if…?”
“How irresponsible! Didn’t you see that she’s pregnant!? Don’t you know that you shouldn’t serve alcohol to expectant mothers!?”
The rabbit’s eyes were wide with surprise. “Are you being serious right now? Ma'am, I’m going to need you to calm down, or I will have to ask you to leave.”
“Of course I’m being serious! How dare you! She shouldn’t even have been served here! If you don’t kick her out right now, I’ll call the police! I’ll sue this establishment!” The weasel crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking smug.
The rabbit looked up at Samantha. Then at the weasel. Then back at Samantha. Then, rather than responding to the weasel’s threat, she leaned forward on the bar, looking up at the large wolverine.
“So here’s the deal,” the rabbit explained, her voice calm. “I could call a bouncer over and have her kicked out, if you want.”
“What!?ME!?” The weasel sounded aghast.
“But,” the rabbit continued, glancing down at her watch, “the doors are closing in, like… two minutes. Something tells me that if I don’t kick her out, this is the kind of problem that’ll… resolve itself. So what’ll it be? Do you want me to deal with this?”
Samantha looked at the weasel again. The smaller female looked livid. Then she glanced up towards the doors of the club.
She felt her stomach rumble.
“You know what? You’ve got a lot of customers tonight,” Samantha said, setting her drink down on the bar. “Don’t trouble yourself with this.”
The rabbit smiled. “Can do.” Then she turned to go help another club-goer who was trying to flag her down.
“Hey! Wait a second!” The weasel leaned over the bar. “You can’t just…!”
Then, without warning, the music stopped. A murmur of confusion washed over the crowd – or at least the prey in the crowd. There was a loud ka-chunk from the direction of the main entrance.
“Alright!” A female voice came over the club’s speakers. “Feast Night has officially started! Good luck and have a nice meal, everyone!”
The weasel looked confused. “Huh? What the hell is 'Feast Night?’”
Then she let out a yelp as Samantha grabbed the weasel by the collar, bunching up the fabric of her shirt with both hands as she yanked the smaller female forward. The small weasel lost her balance, throwing her hands forward to brace herself against Samantha’s belly, the tips of their muzzles now close together.
“You’re about to find out,” Samantha said. “And it’s a Shirley Temple, by the way.”
Then she opened her mouth wide. Her maw gaped in front of the weasel’s face, her hot breath washing over her nose.
“W-wait!” The weasel shouted, her eyes going wide as she stared into that waiting abyss. “You can’t…!”
Samantha chomped forward. In one easy bite, her mouth entirely engulfed the weasel’s head.
The weasel started to squirm, trying to punch and kick at Samantha. Muffled shouts rung inside the wolverine’s head, insisting that she let her go right now or she was going to talk to a manager.
Samantha wrinkled her nose. The weasel tasted of hairspray and too much perfume. But her stomach rumbled again, so she shifted her grip, grabbing the weasel by the upper arms so she could pin those arms to her sides. Then she widened her jaw and chomped forward again. Her throat bulged out, and her jaws engulfed the weasel’s shoulders, the tip of her lower jaw coming to rest between the “O” and the “S” on the weasel’s shirt.
Much better. Samantha didn’t exactly love the taste of fabric, but it was better than hairspray.
Gulp. Homph. Glk.
Over the course of the next minute or two, Samantha forced the weasel deeper and deeper into her gullet. Her throat bulged with the slender, wiggling mass as she swallowed the weasel’s chest, then stomach. She took a moment to undo the button on the weasel’s jeans, then started sliding them down her legs as she forced her prey’s hips into her muzzle, creating the dual benefit of not having to eat the denim, and also making it much harder for the weasel to kick.
Glp. Gluck.
She tilted her head back, creating a straighter shot down her throat as she swallowed up the weasel’s squirming legs and thrashing tail. She pulled the jeans the rest of the way off, letting them fall to the club floor. Another swallow, and the weasel’s toes vanished into the wolverine’s mouth, followed by the tip of her tail. Then…
Glk.
The squirming mass slid the rest of the way down Samantha’s body, settling in her gut. Her already large belly grew even bigger and quite a bit squirmier as the weasel settled into her new home. The fabric of her overalls stretched out to accomodate it, the straps pulling at their buttons.
“Wow, nicely done!”
Samantha glanced over to see the rabbit bartender, having apparently come back this direction to watch the weasel’s final moments.
“Hrp. Thanks,” Samantha said, wiping some excess drool from her mouth with her arm. “Not exactly the tastiest meal I’ve had, but certainly a satisfying one.” She let one hand run across her belly, feeling the frantic, desperate squirming of the weasel, and then, lower, a kick from her baby, still safe and sound. “Would you believe that I’m still hungry? These cravings can be something else.”
The rabbit grinned. “Well, it looks like an opportunity for dessert is heading your way,” she said, pointing out towards the dance floor.
Curious, Samantha turned to look in that direction.
The music had started again, but the club had, as expected, descended into chaos. Knowing that they now had a captive audience, preds were stalking prey left and right, and more than a few of them already had bulging guts, just like Samantha. Prey were trying to huddle into groups, hide in corners, or make for the doors. These might not have been bad strategies in other venues, but here, with the doors locked and few places to hide, they were sitting ducks.
So it was a little surprising to Samantha to see a trio of rabbits making their way towards her. It looked like they had been hiding in one of the booths, but had decided to brave the more open part of the club to reach the bar.
All three were very petite, even shorter than the weasel had been – normal for rabbits – but they had curvy figures that indicated they weren’t children that had snuck in on a whim. In fact, they looked like they were likely just barely old enough to get into a club like this. Though they had different fur patterns – one had solid cream-colored fur, another had similar colors but with white spots, and the last was white with black over her eyes and ears – but they were similar enough of feature and build that Samantha assumed they were sisters, likely from the same litter. They wore matching outfits, tops with one off-the-shoulder sleeve and skinny jeans, as well as matching nervous expressions.
The trio huddled close as they approached Samantha, holding onto each other’s shirt hems or sleeves. The cream-colored one looked up at the large wolvering, her eyes lingering on her squirming belly. “Um, m-miss? Could we talk to you for a minute?”
Samantha smiled. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but these three were cute. “Yes, Sugar?”
The cream rabbit’s ears flushed, and she looked away for a moment, trying to find her words, before looking up to meet Samantha’s eyes again. “Um, we were in that booth over there and we saw you e-eat that weasel,” she said. “And then… I think… did we just hear you say that you’re still hungry?”
“Yes, you heard right,” Samantha said, her mouth watering. Was this going where she was hoping it was going?
“Well, um… we were wondering if… if maybe you had room for… I mean, there are three of us…”
Samantha grinned, but did her best to keep her composure. “Are you asking if I’ll eat you?”
The rabbit lets out a nervous squeak, but nods.
“You want to be eaten?” This time it was the bartender rabbit, sounding surprised, leaning forward over the bar to look at the trio.
“It’s not quite that,” the black-and-white rabbit said. “It’s just… we kind of figured out what’s going on here, we think, and we’re not gonna get out of here except inside someone’s fur, are we?”
The bartender rabbit shrugged. “Yeah, that’s a pretty good guess.”
“So we thought that, if it’s going to happen either way… at least… at least we could ch-choose…”
Samantha ran her tongue across her lips. “Oh, aren’t you three the sweetest things! And you chose me? I’m flattered!” She slid off of the stool, taking a moment to use the bar to steady herself before reaching out to place a hand on the cream-colored rabbit’s shoulder. “Why don’t we get back to that booth for a little privacy?”
All three rabbits blushed deeply, but they allowed Samantha to shepherd them in the direction of the booth.
The wolverine glanced over her shoulder at the bartender rabbit. The piercing-laden bunny just grinned at her, and mouthed the words “Have fun.”
Samantha grinned as she pushed the rabbits into the booth.
The booths at the club were circular, with high backs and just one entrance. As a result, you couldn’t really see into the booths except at that entrance, resulting in a feeling that you were slightly isolated from the rest of the club.
The three bunnies crowded into the booth together, and Samantha sat down in the middle of them, with one on her right and two on her left. She placed both hands on her belly, the writhing weasel still making muffled pleas for mercy. “Now, are you ladies sure about this? Once you’re in here, there’s no going back.”
The cream-colored rabbit swallowed hard. “I mean, no, we’re really not? But we all talked about it and we decided we wanted it to be you.”
“You’resuper hot,” the rabbit with the white spots blurted out. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth, and all three rabbits blushed.
Samantha chuckled. “Aww, thank you! Well, go ahead and get your clothes off.”
“H-huh?” The black-and-white rabbit gasped, and all three of them opened their eyes wide.
“Well, I don’t want to eat more fabric than I have to,” Samantha said. “Speaking of which, let me make some room for you all. It’s gonna be a little tough fitting all three of you, but I’m going to do my best, okay?”
Samantha then unhooked the buttons holding up her overalls. She needed both hands for each one, and when the second button came unhooked, the top of the overalls flopped open, letting her squirming belly spill out into her lap. Then she hooked the bottom of her shirt and started to pull it up, lifting it over her head to reveal a black bra. “This thing’s almost certainly going to tear if I leave it on.”
The three bunnies looked embarrassed, but, emboldened by Samantha’s example, they start to strip. After a few minute or two of pulling off shirts and shimmying out of jeans, the floor of the booth was littered with clothes, leaving each of the small rabbits wearing just their undergarments. They looked hesitant to strip further than that, and Samantha waved her hand to indicate to stop.
“That’s fine. Those will all come up easily enough later, with your fur and other indigestibles.”
All three of the rabbits’ ears drooped, their cheeks flushing. They were all still sitting – the booth wasn’t quite big enough for everyone to stand – but they’ve spread out a bit during the process of removing their clothes.
Samantha looked them over. The black-and-white rabbit, sitting on Samantha’s immediate left, turned out to have a rather interesting fur pattern: black from the waist down with a stripe of tan at the border, giving the impression that she was still wearing pants even though she had already stripped.
“Alright,” Samantha said. “You first.”
The black-and-white rabbit let out a small “eep.” “M-me? We’re starting already?”
“I don’t know what else we’d be waiting for,” Samantha said. She patted the empty spot on the seat between them. “I don’t want some other pred to stick their head in here and decide to take you for themselves. Put your feet up here.”
The rabbit nodded nervously, then turned in her seat, placing her feet up on the cushion.
Samantha took the rabbits ankles to lift both feet to her mouth. She opened wide and slid them inside.
The rabbit squirmed. “Th-that tickles!”
Samantha responded by swallowing. The rabbit’s feet bulged out her throat.
The black-and-white rabbit’s eyes widened. “O-oh gods, this is really happening, isn’t it?”
Samantha swallowed again, pulling in more of the rabbit’s legs.
It didn’t actually take very long. The rabbit was significantly smaller than the weasel, and easier to squeeze down the wolverine’s throat. Her hips posed a slight barrier, but Samantha was able to pop them into her mouth easily enough.
As the rabbit’s cotton tail vanished, her sisters sidled closer, watching with a combination of trepidation and fascination.
“W-what does it feel like?” The white spotted rabbit asked.
The black-and-white rabbit was hanging partially upside-down now, her head resting on the seat cushion, her body from the waist down wedged in the wolverine’s gullet. She looked up at her sister. “It’s… it’s really warm, and I can feel her throat p-pulling me down,” she said. “I… o-oh…”
She trailed off as Samantha took her hands by the wrist and pulled them into her mouth. Then she swallowed again, pinning the rabbit’s arms to her sides. A few more swallows, and she pulled the rabbit’s arms and abdomen into her mouth. There was another short delay at the rabbit’s chest, but she squeezed that in against her palate. Soon the rabbit’s vision was framed by teeth.
“O-oh gods, this… this is it, isn’t it?” She stammered.
Her sisters leaned in close, watching with wide eyes and bated breath.
Samantha closed her jaws around the rabbit’s face, only her long, floppy black ears hanging out of her mouth. She slurped those up as well.
Glp!
And she sent the rabbit to join the weasel in her already cramped stomach.
Samantha let out a satisfied sigh, giving her gut a squeeze with one hand. “Mmph. One down.”
Both of the remaining bunnies swallowed hard, both of their gazes locked on Samantha’s belly. “J-just like that… and she’s just gone,” the cream-colored rabbit said.
“Not entirely. Not yet,” Samantha said. “Heck, with a meal this big, you three’ll have at least a few days together in there.” She turned to the rabbit with the white spots. “How about you next?”
The rabbit let out a squeak as Samantha took her by the wrist and pulled her into her lap, facing her. The rabbit blushed as she found her torso pressed against Samantha’s large, squirming stomach, her nose just inches from the wolverine’s. Samantha reached up, placing a hand on the back of the rabbit’s head.
“Now, what was it you said?” Samantha mused. “You thought I was 'hot?’”
The rabbit’s cheeks flushed even hotter. “I… I didn’t… I just meant…!”
But she was cut off as Samantha kissed her.
For a moment, she froze, the wolverine’s muzzle pressed to hers.
Samantha searched forward with her tongue, and she felt the rabbit relax in her arms. Her lips parted, and the larger female pushed her tongue into the rabbit’s mouth.
A minute or two passed as the two locked muzzles, Samantha exploring the surfaces of the rabbit’s small mouth. The rabbit’s body was pressed against the wolverine’s writhing gut, and her sister stared close by, her eyes wide, unable to tear herself away from the sight.
Then, the kiss deepened, and deepened further, as Samantha’s muzzle started to slide over the rabbit’s head.
The booth once again filled with wet, organic sounds as Samantha swallowed her third prey of the evening. The spotted rabbit started to squirm, but couldn’t really fight the pull of Samantha’s gullet as it claimed her small body. She gulped down the rabbit’s chest, then hips, and soon her kicking legs were sliding into the wolverine’s mouth. Samantha’s teeth closed, sealing the second rabbit into her gut with its other two residents.
“Nnnf.” Samantha made a combined sound of satisfaction and slight discomfort. Her gut was absolutely enormous. It writhed and squirmed, the shapes of a paw, or shoulder, or muzzle rising in one place or another, only to sink back beneath the river of fur. “Full.”
“I-if you’re out of s-space,” the remaining rabbit said, “w-we can just call it there. I could always t-try to hide out in the booth until…”
Samantha reached out, placing a hand gently on the cream-colored rabbit’s shoulder. “Feeling nervous, sweetie?”
The rabbit jumped at the touch. She nodded slowly.
“C'mere. Let’s cuddle for a minute.”
Samantha slide her hand down the rabbit’s side, hooking her fingers around her far hip and pulling the smaller female in. The rabbit let out a small “eep,” but let herself be tugged into Samantha’s side, the pair sitting hip-to-hip.
Samantha’s belly was so big at this point, it spilled partially out of her lap, touching the remaining rabbit’s thigh.
The rabbit reached up with one hand, then hesitated. “Can I?”
“Please, it’d be my pleasure.”
The rabbit, her cheeks flushed, placed her palm on the furry mass. The writhing inside the bulging gut had started to slow down as the occupants got settled into more comfortable positions. The rabbit ran her fingers across Samantha’s fur, feeling the uneven shapes and curves beneath it. Her fingers found a soft spot, which elicited a new flurry of squirms, which in turn caused the bunny to blush.
“They’re… they’re really in there, huh.” The rabbit said. It was less a question than a statement of fact.
“Yep,” Samantha said. “Getting all cozy in my tummy. They were delicious, by the way.” She ran her tongue across her lips. “So nice and soft… and so much tastier than that weasel was.”
The rabbit looked a little embarrassed to hear this. “Um, th-thank you.”
Samantha nodded. “Now, I’m going to be honest – I’m pretty stuffed, but I think I can fit you in, too. And I’m not particularly inclined to let you go.”
The rabbit swallowed nervously.
“But if you’re having second thoughts, maybe we can figure something out. We could try to hide you in here, but if a bigger pred than me peeks in and decides they want to take you, I may not be able to do anything about it. It would be risky.”
The rabbit continued sliding her fingers back and forth across Samantha’s belly. “And my sisters?”
“No offense, but they’re – hrp – mine now. No way I’m letting them back out. If you do make it through the night, you’ll be going home alone.”
The rabbit’s large ears drooped. She looked down at her own knees, which were currently squeezed together. She wiggled her hips, squirming in place while she thinks. “Thank you… for being honest with me. I appreciate it.”
“No problem, Sugar. Have you made a decision, then?”
The rabbit nodded, still staring at her knees. “I… I don’t want to go home without my sisters. And I definitely don’t want to end up in some other pred’s gut without them. I’ll… I’ll stay with you. Inyou.”
Samantha leaned down to give the rabbit a quick peck on the cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help make this easier? To help you calm down?”
The rabbit jumped at the feeling of the wolverine’s muzzle on her cheek. She looked up at Samantha, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper color. “W-well, um… with my sister a m-minute ago, before you ate her… the t-two of you… um…”
Samantha’s lips curled into a wide grin. “You want to pick up where she left off?”
The rabbit looked too embarrassed to speak. Instead she closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and nodded.
“I can do that,” Samantha said. Then she moved. Rather than pull the rabbit onto her lap, like she did with her sister, Samantha did the opposite: she lifted her knee, rolling herself over onto the small rabbit, straddling her tiny body. Her massive gut filled the tiny rabbit’s lap, pinning her to the seat. She used a finger to lift the surprised lapine’s chin, then brought her head down, tilting it to one side as she pressed the tips of their muzzles together.
If an onlooker were to have looked into the booth, they would have barely been able to see the bunny. They would have mostly seen the wolverine’s back and hips, her squirming belly spilling out to the sides, and the small rabbit’s paws hanging out from between the wolverine’s legs as they straddled her. And over the next few minutes, our theoretical watcher would have heard the wet noises of saliva being exchanged as the pair of females locked muzzles. The wolverine was taking her time, exploring her prey’s flavor, letting the moment of intimacy drown out everything else.
And then, when the rabbit was relaxed enough, the onlooker would have heard those wet noises become louder, the sounds of wet gulps and swallows. Glk. Glp. Glk. They would have seen the rabbits toes slide up, vanishing behind the wolverine’s body as her back flexed, her head bobbing up and down. Then those toes would have appeared again, just for a moment, as the wolverine threw her head back, wiggling for just a moment before they disappeared into her jaws.
Glk.
The large, furry bulge in Samantha’s throat slid down, disappearing beneath her collarbone. Her stomach swelled even further.
Samantha moaned and gasped, bracing herself against the seat in front of her with both hands while she tried to catch her breath. When was the last time she let herself go this overboard? Her stomach strained to contain its squirming meals, which were kicking up into a new frenzy as the final rabbit settled in, trying to readjust themselves. She felt a rumbling, something coming up her throat.
“BRAAAAAP!”
Blushing, Samantha covered her mouth with one hand. “Excuse me,” she said, to no one in particular.
She rolled herself back over into a normal sitting position, her stomach sloshing with the movement. She was happy for the privacy of the booth while she waited for her stomach to settle. Not that she was in any hurry to leave. She felt uncomfortably bloated, but there was a satisfying edge to it. She basked in the sensations of her four prey figuring out how to fit their bodies together in her cramped stomach. Beneath that, she could feel her baby kick, still safe and cozy behind the thick walls of her womb.
Samantha ran her tongue across her teeth, tasting the lingering flavors of her large meal. Her craving was finally satisfied.
She would have to visit this club again next time she had one.
Oh dear! It looks like someone has slightly extended the waterslide in this hotel pool! At least they added a nice jacuzzi at the end.
The best part is that the tigress’ belly may not even be that visible from above the water! She’s free to paddle around and work off some of her meal. Depending on how fast her stomach works, she might even be able to pass for pregnant when she leaves! Though she does look like she has maybe overdone it just a tad – she might be facing a stomachache later.
This was inspired by a sketch that htfcuddles did the other day!
Every once in a while, I get comments on my vore art from people saying that they would carry a knife or pepper spray, usually phrased as a sort of “gotcha,” like vore artists wouldn’t have thought about that.
Turns out, veteran predators like Rox have thought about it, too.
This foxy fellow happened upon a burrow of sleeping bunnies! Let’s just say they woke up somewhere that is, at least, fairly warm. Though it does look like he may have stashed a few leftovers in that sack with his other stuff.
This was kind of done at random, using a pose generator for inspiration, and I didn’t intend for this to be a new character. But damn it, I’m already coming up with backstory and ideas for him!
Ami stood in the low-lit tent, candles casting flickering light on the sight in front of her. She let one arm dangle down towards the floor, while the other reached across the grip it tightly, hugging herself in an attempt to stop trembling. She swallowed hard, a heavy knot stuck in her throat.
She stood before a goddess.
The Silver Wolf reclined on a raised dais with blankets spread across it, idly running her fingers over her stomach. She hadn’t turned her attention to Ami yet.
Ami has seen the Silver Wolf before, of course, but always from the back of a crowd. She was a devout member of the Silver Wolf Order, but not one of the higher-ranking ones who had the privilege of assisting the Wolf directly. This was the first time she had been somewhere private with her, the first time she had had an opportunity to examine her so closely.
She was, in a word, beautiful. Her gorgeous white fur was absolutely perfect, so bright that it practically shone even in the flickering light. Her slender body seemed so young – her current incarnation just 18 – and yet her every movement was filled with gracy and poise, even after what she had just done. Ami was humbled just to be in her presence.
She swallowed again, her mouth feeling dry. Her heart was pounding with fear.
It was only natural, she supposed. She had had… at least an inkling of what was coming when she had been summoned to the goddess’ tent this evening. Everyone knew it: those who were brought to the Silver Wolf’s tent at night were not seen again. Sometimes members of the Order walking nearby would hear noises. It wasn’t too hard to guess what was happening inside.
But knowing it and seeing it were two different things. When they had first entered the tent, the Silver Wolf had called the other young woman who had been summoned with Ami, a small bunny, into her embrace first. She had held her, kissed her, with a loving tenderness that had made Ami blush.
And then her jaws had chomped forward. She moved like a beast, her widening maw easily snapping up the bunny. Seconds: it had taken seconds for the bunny to go from being a person to a large, squirming bulge in the Silver Wolf’s midsection.
The Silver Wolf’s shining eyes suddenly looked straight at Ami. She froze, her fur standing on end.
“Remove your robe,” the Silver Wolf commanded.
Ami did so, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her undergarments.
The Silver Wolf reached a hand forward, beckoning to her. “Come.”
Ami swallowed hard. Her breaths coming fast, her limbs still trembling, she began to climb onto the Silver Wolf’s bed. Soon, her canine nose was just a breath away from Mia’s feline one. The Wolf’s squirming belly jutted beneath both of them.
It looked cramped. How cramped was it going to be with two?
The Silver Wolf inhaled deeply, taking in Ami’s scent. She giggled, a soft, melodic sound.
“A cat as a sacrifice for a dog? Perfect. Are you ready to join your sister?”
Ami tried to speak, but she couldn’t find her voice. Her mouth was dry, she was still shaking, her heart pounded against her ribcage. It was too late for second-guessing now. The Silver Wolf gazed upon Ami with a look of extreme desire, her tongue running across her muzzle, her tail wagging furiously. The Silver Wolf was hungry for her.
Being desired so selfishly was kind of flattering, Ami thought.
When she didn’t get a response, the Silver Wolf didn’t press her question. Instead, she put one hand on the back of Ami’s head and pushed it forward, tilting her own head about forty-five degrees to the side as their muzzles met in a kiss.
Ami didn’t know how long the kiss was going to last, but she knew that, sooner or later, it was going to end. She was going to be treated to the same view that her sister in the Order had seen just minutes before as she slid over the Silver Wolf’s tongue and into her gullet.
And she would become one with her goddess.
I was looking for something to draw as another test of Clip Studio’s Time Lapse feature, and I ended up going back to that last time I asked for fanart suggestions about a month ago. This suggestion came from Zarpaulus!
The best part is that this is barely non-canon. Nazuna (and Michiru, for that matter) could totally swallow people whole as part of their canon power set. And I feel like this is barely out of character for Nazuna: she demonstrates in the show that she loves being worshipped, and while I don’t think she would come up with this idea herself, I feel like if the cult got it into their heads that they should offer her sacrifices, she would be all in.
The cervitaur from my last picture has finally managed to get back to the safety of her family! It seems she may have misinterpreted what her sisters meant, though.
