New mini series coming to my patreon. Gonna be me documenting my appetite and meals I’ve swallowed and showing off the aftermath for you to enjoy as if I really swallowed someone (which I did) Let’s just keep this one secret between us
Protein and brotein, gotta grow by all means necessary even if it means putting my own teammates to good use. All that matters to me is that Im the biggest player and keep that title. Coach is gonna find out soon enough whats been happening to his players. Anyways, gotta put all these nutrients to good use, muscle milk and a whole teammate, Im sure this belly is gonna grow more and handle more meals.
I wonder when coach is gonna figure out what Ive been doing to the team. Ima keep this up for awhile so long as he keeps recruiting new players. More food for me I say. Part 2 soon
Tess hefted her backpack up onto her shoulders as she made her way up the stairs and onto the bus. The mouse had been waiting at the station for nearly an hour, and while she still had a long trip ahead of her, at least now she would be able to get some sleep. She hurried up the steps into the bus, not wanting her tail to get caught in the door behind her.
The bus driver, a male canine, looked down at her. He towered over the tiny mouse, even while sitting. “Got your ticket?” He asked, keeping his voice low.
“Right here, sir,” she said, scanning the ticket on a small barcode scanner near the driver.
“Alright, looks like everything’s in order,” the driver says. “You probably know, but this is an intermediate stop and we’ve still got a long way to go. Since it’s getting late, we’ve already dimmed the interior lights and we’d like to ask that you try to make as little noise as possible.”
“Of course, of course. Thank you!” Tess flashes him a smile, before she makes her way down the aisles.
Sure enough, the seats are already mostly full, but there should be at least one empty one for her: this was a long trip, and they weren’t going to make people stand. Sure enough, she soon found an open seat next to a pregnant feline. Knowing that the driver was probably waiting on her, she stashed her backpack under the seat in front of her, scrambled into her own large seat, and buckled herself in.
Tess felt the engine rev, and the bus pulled out of the station, continuing on its multi-hour journey.
She was still settling in and getting comfortable when she felt fur bump against her right arm. Tess jumped, then looked at the seat next to hers.
“I’m sorry, Miss!” She said, her town apologetic. “I didn’t mean to…”
Tess trailed off as her eyes took in her seat mate.
The feline was notpregnant.
She was leaning back in her seat, not asleep, but clearly relaxed. She had dark grey fur, with a lighter strip running from her lower lip, down her neck, chest, and to her belly. Tess could see this because she appeared to be wearing a sports bra, rather than a shirt, as well as a pair of jeans covering what Tess could see of her legs.
And her gut was absolutely enormous. It filled the feline’s lap, spilling over the armrests and pushing out so far it was touching the seat in front of her. The bulge occasionally writhed and squirmed, and Tess could make out muffled, indistinct shouts coming from inside.
Tess stared at it, her muscles frozen and tense, her eyes wide. She almost didn’t notice that the feline was talking to her. She looked up, blinking. “Huh?”
“I said, sorry about her,” the feline repeated, keeping her voice polite and quite. She was looking down at her stomach, running both hands gently over the wriggling bulge. “I probably shouldn’t have eaten such a big dinner. It’s been hours; I didn’t realize she would still be fighting this much.”
“O-oh.” Tess swallowed hard. “I-it’s okay. No problem.”
“Good!” The feline responded. “I didn’t intend to make anyone uncomfortable.”
“R-right. Of course.”
Tess tried to sink as far as she could into her seat. There was no way she was going to be sleeping now, of course, but maybe if she just ignored the feline and her full stomach she could make it through this.
That proved to be easier said than done. The feline had her eyes closed, but she was clearly not asleep. Her hands continued to rove over her stomach, touching, caressing, and occasionally pushing down, causing whoever was in there to shift. The feline was also purring loudly, perhaps without realizing it. The feline was clearly enjoying the frantic squirms of whoever was in there, and Tess found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes off of that squirming belly.
Finally, Tess was unable to contain the question that filled her mind. “Who… who is she?”
The cat opened her eyes, glancing down at the little mouse. For a moment, Tess worried she had offended her, but the feline smiled.
“Another cat. I don’t know her name. She was waiting at the same bus stop I was,” the feline said. “I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and she looked so tasty I just had to have her. Plus, you know, long trip, so I thought it’d be nice to get to enjoy her for the ride.”
Tess felt a little shiver go through her body at the words “enjoy her.” She nodded. “I s-see. J-just like that, huh?”
The feline’s lips peeled back in a toothy grin.
“Just like that.”
Tess swallowed hard.
“Now, I’m sure you’re thinking ‘at least she’s not hungry,’” the feline said.
Then she leaned in, over Tess’ seat. This had the effect of causing that bulging gut to spill out even further over the armrest, partially resting in Tess’ lap. It also brought the feline’s mouth close to Tess’ ear.
The feline’s voice was a whisper, the soft breath tickling Tess’ fur. “But this is a long trip. I might need a little snack later.”
Tess felt like her body had turned to stone. She couldn’t move her limbs, and she could feel the squirming, struggling prey beneath the layers of the feline’s fur and flesh. Her heart pounded in her chest.
Then the feline pulled back, settling into her seat again and closing her eyes.
“Maybe,” she said, running her fingers over her belly again.
Tess gasped, letting out a breath she didn’t even realize she had been holding.
This was going to be a long trip.
Hey, I tried something pretty new! I did the final stage entirely with the Lasso and Fill tool, creating this lineless effect. What do ya’ll think? I’m pretty pleased with the results and I think I want to do more like this in the future. Post link
“Trust me, I’ve got a lot of empty space in there still.”
This cat wasn’t too worried at first. But after slurping her up, Bridget just kept eating… and eating… and eating. And she’s rapidly starting to wonder just how far she can go – and whether she’s going to have any space left soon.
A fun little drawing of a messy internal, starring Bridget! I did this as a pose practice exercise. The chubby grasshopper mouse gets a little bit chubbier! It looks like her night has only just started.
Sandy’s legs felt heavy, but she dutifully pounded onwards as she jogged through the park. It was the satisfying, tired weight of a good workout. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breath hung in the chill morning air.
She heard the rhythmic clopping of hooves coming from somewhere behind her. Some equestrian was out for a ride! She moved to her right, slightly closer to the edge of the path, to let the horse by. Soon enough, she sense the large body moving in alongside her.
It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t a horse. At least, not entirely.
The female centaur towered over Sandy. She had her hands in her pockets, and it looked like she was chewing something.
It was hard not to feel intimidated. Though the city had many non-human residents, it wasn’t often that Sandy got to see a centaur like this up close. That horse body was beautiful, and clearly powerful, with legs that could keep up with Sandy’s pace at only a light trot. Sandy considered herself fairly athletic, but she couldn’t hope to match something like this creature. Good thing this wasn’t a race!
Speaking of which…
“Umm….” Sandy hesitated, not sure how to start.
“Hm?” The centaur looked down at her.
“Um, you don’t have to slow down for me,” Sandy used a forearm to wipe the sweat from her forehead. “It just, it seems like you’re matching my pace and you’re not gonna make me feel bad or anything if you leave me in the dust.”
“Aww.” The centaur’s lips curled into a small smirk. “That’s really sweet of you, but that isn’t why I slowed down.”
“Oh? Why did you– eep!”
Sandy let out a cry of surprise as the centaur grabbed her by the scruff, grasping the material of the light jacket she was wearing. Sandy felt herself lifted easily into the air, her legs still kicking for a moment before she just let them dangle. The centaur brought her up and turned her, so they were face to face.
A pink bubble pushed out from the centaur’s mouth. It popped, causing Sandy to flinch, before the centaur’s lips pulled the gum back in.
“I just need a quick bit of protein,” the centaur said, as she used her tongue to maneuver her gum into the corner of her mouth, between her lips and teeth, to keep it safe.
Sandy swallowed hard as she absorbed the meaning of the centaur’s words. She glanced down at that powerful horse body, before her eyes came back up to stare at the centaur’s lips. “Um… y-you couldn’t p-p-possibly mean…?”
But the centaur was already moving her closer to her open mouth.
——–
Glp. Glllk. Glch.
Haylee tilted her head back as she worked the last of the girl into her gullet. Only the kicking feet of the little morsel were still left on the outside. Haylee hooked two fingers into the girl’s running shoes, sliding them off as the feet slipped between her lips. She let the shoes fall to the ground, where they landed on the girl’s jacket and sweatpants.
She could feel the little human struggling and squirming, muffled screams and please for help emitting from Haylee’s torso. Haylee braced herself, closed her eyes, and swallowed.
Glllk!
The squirming form slid down her upper torso, through the juncture of at the base of her abdomen, and into her lower belly. It bulged outward, her strong muscles forcing the girl into the chamber that would be her new home for the next few days. Her gut squirmed, the occasionally imprint of a hand or other body part pushing out through the thick hide.
Haylee wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then moved into a trot again, leaving the discarded clothing behind. A few other people were staring at her, but she ignored them.
It had been nice to find such a satifying breakfast just waiting for her on her morning walk. Her belly jostled beneath her with each step, and her sharp ears could just pick out the muffled screams of its occupant. She checked her cheek with her tongue, and to her great pleasure, found that the gum was still there: she had managed not to lose it.
Pleased with herself, she pushed the wad of gum to her lips and blew a large bubble as she continued her morning walk. It was a beautiful morning, after all, and she didn’t want to waste it.
A commission story for Imiut! His character Imiut attends an unusual party, has an unusual dinner, and then proceeds to have an unusually bad time.
Imiut leaned against the wall as the party went on before him. It wasn’t so much that he was trying to avoid the party; more that he still wasn’t quite sure how to act with this particular kind of company.
“Everything okay, my friend? You seem nervous. You know we’re throwing this party for you, right?”
Imiut looked down at the shorter canine standing next to him. He wore an ornate headdress covered with feathers, a mantle over his shoulders, and numerous accessories. His mouth hung partially open, revealing huge fangs and a long tongue, which lolled out into the open air. And his eyes were intense, swirling pools of light and color.
And yet he was the most relatable person Imiut had at this particular party.
“I know, Xolotl, I know,” Imiut said. “My ‘one thousandth incarnation.’ I’m just… not sure I really belong here.” He looked out over the party.
The party had been set up in a large, rectangular room. The wooden walls were decorated with balloons, and a large buffet table had been placed along one wall, covered with many foods that Imiut recognized, as well as even more that he did not. Various party-goers visited and talked, some getting food from the buffet, others chatting or telling jokes in small groups. They were all canines, and the majority seemed to be having a good time.
And every single one, Imiut knew, was some creature of myth or legend, things that the average person didn’t believe existed. Hell, even this place was mythical: a hidden tavern only accessible by “extraordinary” folk.
It was kind of overwhelming.
“I know you only just awoke,” Xolotl said, his voice sympathetic, “but please, believe me, you definitely belong here. There is no doubt with regards to who you are.”
Imiut nodded. “I know,” he said. “I just wish I had gotten a little bit more time to adjust before…”
“Hold up,” Xolotl said. “We’ve got company.”
Imiut looked up to see a figure approaching them. He would have noticed her anyway, even if she hadn’t been pointed out. Not just because she was beautiful, or because she wore a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.
No, it was mostly because she was over ten feet tall and had three heads.
“Cerberus,” Imiut said.
“Anubis,” was the polite reply from the middle head.
Imiut felt a small thrill run through him as he heard the name. His name. There was no doubt in his mind that Xolotl was correct: he could feel who he was. The guardian of tombs. The judge of the dead.
“Nice party,” Imiut said weakly.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Cerberus’s left head responded with a smile.
“Is he, though?” The right head asked. “He looks a little nervous.”
“He’s just still getting used to all this,” said Left.
“But what if…”
“Girls!” The middle head snapped at the other two. Then she turned her gaze back to Imiut. “My apologies. I understand you’re going through a transition that is not always easy.”
Imiut shrugged. “Well, if Xolotl here can do it once a day, I’m sure I can handle it once a lifetime.”
Xolotl smiled, looking a little embarrassed.
“Well put,” Cerberus answered. “Here, this is for you.” She held out a small, decorated box in one hand.
Imiut stiffened. This was the part he was concerned about: the gifts. Because he might not know much about this world, but this was one thing he did know: the Laws of Hospitality demanded that he accept any gift he was given. To refuse would be a grave insult. And he did not want to make an enemy of anyone here, so he would have to accept anything they brought him, no matter how outlandish or magical.
Cautiously, he took the package.
“Open it now!” Cerberus’ left head said. “I want to see your reaction!”
Imiut nodded, then turned his attention to the box. He placed his hand on the lid, took a deep breath, and opened it to reveal…
“Fighting Fantasy IV!?” Imiut stared at the small video game cartridge, then up at Cerberus. “How did you know I wanted this!?”
“We have our ways,” the middle head said. Her right head looked relieved, and her left had a smug expression on its face.
She reached down to give Imiut a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Enjoy the rest of the party. Try not to get overwhelmed,” she said kindly.
“Um, thank you, Ma'am,” Imiut said.
Cerberus gave him three smiles, then turned to walk back into the crowd.
“See? And you were worried,” Xolotl said, giving Imiut a friendly punch on the arm. “I told you that…”
“Why, hello there!” A friendly voice called out from across the party.
Imiut froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He could see another figure approaching.
This one was also big, though not in the same direction: the fox had a long “taur” shaped body, four legs padding lightly across the floor. He was wearing a rather nice button-up shirt and a bright purple vest. Small balls of similarly-hued flame hovered around his body, and multiple large, fluffy tails trailed in his wake.
“Rythven,” Imiut muttered.
“Nice to see you again, too, Imiut!” The fox responded with a jovial smile, reaching out to offer Imiut a handshake.
Imiut hesitated. It was the same feeling that would make him hesitate to shake the hand of a slimy salesman at a car dealership. He knew that he had never met Imiut before – at least not in this life – but something in his inherited memory was poking at his subconscious.
But he also knew that he shouldn’t be inhospitable, especially here. So he took the hand and gave it a firm shake, even when Rythven held onto it for a bit too long.
“Such a big event!” Rythven said. “Your one thousandth incarnation! I’m so happy to be here to see it.” He glances down at the still-open box in Imiut’s hand, and turns his gaze to Xolotl. “Ah. Was that yourgift?”
“No, it was from Cerberus.” Xolotl sounded annoyed.
“And it’s an excellent gift,” Imiut said, annoyed himself at the note of disdain in Rythven’s voice.
“Of course, of course! But I have a gift truly befitting a god of your stature!” He raised his hand in a grand gesture.
“Attention, everyone! I will be presenting my gift to Imiut!” Rythven shouted, making sure the whole room could hear it.
Xolotl shook his head. “We’re not really doing that, Ryth. You can just give your present to…”
But canine eyes all across the party had already turned to the fox. Rythven smiled, and began moving his upraised hand in small circles. The motes of flame flowed around him, and other party-goers started to approach to see what the big deal was.
“My friends,” Rythven said, “we are all here today to honor a momentous occasion for one of our number…”
“Weknow why we’re here,” came a voice from the crowd.
Rythven ignored it. The flames were circling faster now, and spiraling closer together. “We’re here to celebrate the one thousandth incarnation of our dear friend! A thousand lifetimes of great feats and godly tales! A thousand stories of myth and legend!”
Imiut could feel his hackles raising. He hadn’t wanted to call this much attention to himself, and now the fox was putting on a damn show. What kind of gift was this, anyway?
The foxfires gathered into a swirling maelstrom right in front of Rythven, gradually coalescing, starting to take shape…
And suddenly, with a pop, they turned into a body. It let out a squeak of surprise and hit the floor with a thump.
Lying dazed on the floor was a female possum. She was wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with the logo of a band that Imiut didn’t recognize, and black leather pants held up by a belt covered with small, spike-shaped studs. Her ears had numerous piercings.
“What… what is this?” Imiut asked, feeling just as stunned as the possum looked.
“Your gift!” Rythven answered, with a flourish of his hand. “The paltry refreshments offered here are hardly befitting one such as you, so I thought I would offer a meal fit for the god you are!”
Imiut stared at the possum, his brain taking a few moments to process what Rythven was saying.
“Rythven.” The stern voice came from Cerberus, who was standing a little ways off among the other watchers. “This is hardly an appropriate gift for…”
Rythven gave an exaggerated shrug. “Alas, regardless of your opinion, the gift has already been made!” He turned his attention back to Imiut. “So, enjoy it, my friend!”
Imiut swallowed hard. He stepped forward and dropped to one knee next to the possum.
The girl had sat up, and was shaking her head, still obviously dazed. She looked up at Imiut. “What… where am I? A minute ago I was on the street, and then this fox came up and said he wanted to talk to me, and then… and then…”
Imiut put a hand on her shoulder. “Shh. Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter now.”
The possum looked around, her eyes starting to widen as she saw the myriad bizarre party guests surrounding her, all looking at herself and Imiut. “What… what’s going on?”
Imiut just sighed. “I’m really very sorry about this,” he whispered, keeping his voice low so that only the possum could hear him. “But I literally cannot refuse.”
“Refuse? Refuse what? What are you…?”
But her question trailed off as Imiut opened his long muzzle, his maw gaping wide in front of her. Moving quickly, Imiut slid his hand behind her ears, gripping the fur there hard with his fingers, in order to shove the surprised possum’s head into his mouth.
She struggled – of course she struggled. But it was still over quickly. The possum was disoriented and confused, and Imiut was a lot stronger than the petite female. It took him less than thirty seconds to shove the struggling, squirming possum down his gullet, her screams and pleas for mercy quickly muffled by layers of fur and flesh. Before long, he tilted his head back, swallowing up her footpaws.
Glk.
As Imiut rose back to his feet, he now had a large, squirming bulge in his gut, pushing up his shirt.
“I say, excellent!” Rythven said, clapping. There was a smattering of applause from a few of the other party-goers, too. “A wonderful display of predatory instinct!”
Imiut took a step back to steady himself as his stomach writhed. He felt a rumble moving upward, and he brought his hand up to stifle a small belch. “Th-thank you for the gift,” he managed to say.
Xolotl rushed to his side, as if to help him stand, but Imiut waved him off.
“I’m fine,” Imiut said. “But I think I’ve had about enough party for one night.”
——–
Imiut leaned against the stone wall at the bus stop. His gut was making even that difficult: the possum was still kicking up a storm, not that he blamed her. All the movement was making it hard for him to keep his balance, though at least the other people waiting at the stop had all edged away from him, so he wasn’t bumping into anyone.
He let out a relieved sigh as the bus arrived. He waited for the others at the stop to board first, then attempted to board the bus himself.
It wasn’t exactly easy. His huge stomach made fitting through the narrow bus doors difficult. It took a few tries, but he finally managed to squeeze his way in. He climbed the steps up into the bus.
The bus driver, a female rabbit, looked at his squirming gut for a long few seconds. “I’m gonna have to charge you for two seats,” she says.
“Seriously!?”
“No way you’re fitting in one right now.”
Imiut sighs, then scans his bus card.
The bus ride itself wasn’t that bad – the driver had been right, the space of an extra seat made it easier to get comfortable. Though there was a young female rabbit sitting across the aisle from him who kept staring at his gut, until her mother whispered something in her ear and covered her eyes. He didn’t want to imagine what those two thought of him.
When they finally arrived at his stop, he thanked the driver for her patience on the way out, before squeezing himself back out of the bus.
——–
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…”
Imiut’s teeth were clenched, his eyes focused on the tv. He leaned forward on the couch, his fingers gripping the game controller, his hands resting on his swollen gut.
“C'mon, c'mon, so close…” he muttered, his fingers moving deftly across the buttons and joysticks. He was almost in position. He had already tried this level three times, and he was so close to…
There was a muffled scream, and his stomach bulged out as the possum kicked hard. The kick hit his left hand, knocking the controller out of his grip.
The TV played a dark tone, and the words “GAME OVER” appeared on-screen.
“Damn it!” Imiut shouted, tossing the controller onto the couch next to him in frustration. He had been hoping, after the fiasco at the party, that he could at least relax at home and enjoy his other gifts. But no! His big, squirmy gut said otherwise. Growling to himself, he picked the controller back up and turned off the console. He would just have to play his new game later. Maybe he would just go to bed early.
——–
Imiut lay in his bed, wide awake.
It wasn’t like he could blame the possum. It would be a little hard to sleep while you’re being digested alive. But Imiut just wasn’t used to this much extra weight on his abdomen, and the fact that that weight kept struggling and squirming around made it even worse.
He glanced over at his alarm clock. It read 2:36 AM.
He sighed, then rolled over onto his side, hoping to try againt to get at least somesleep.
——–
Imiut stood in the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. He assessed the small shower. It was the kind that lacked a bathtub, with plastic walls and only enough space for one person.
There was no way he was going to fit in it.
He looked down at his stomach. He – naturally – hadn’t been hungry enough to eat breakfast this morning, but he had at least made himself a cup of coffee to try to boost his energy after the mostly sleepless night. Unfortunately, the hot liquid had awoken his “guest,” who was now kicking up a storm.
“Of course,” he said. “Of course she’s a fighter.” He didn’t do this often enough to have a strong frame of reference, but how long was she going to last? Probably another day or two at minimum. Would he be able to work in this state?
Would he even fit in his car?
Imiut sighed. He shook his head, before turning and walking out of the bathroom sans-shower, in spite of how grungy he felt. Without bothering to get dressed, he picked up his cell phone and dialed his boss’s number.
“Hey. I’m gonna have to use a few sick days.”
——–
Imiut reclined on his couch, watching TV. He was bored.
He had thought, that if he was forced to use some sick days, he could at least spend that time doing some things he enjoyed? But that possum was still fighting, and that made it impossible to do… well, almost everything, it seemed. As he had seen before, playing games that took any kind of concentration was pretty much out of the question. He had thought that maybe he could draw – but that had turned out even worse. And he was carrying way too much extra weight to go hiking. So in the end, all he could do was sit on his couch and watch TV.
There was a vibration on the side table next to the couch as his phone rang. Imiut sat up, paused his show, and picked up his phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, Imiut!” The voice on the other end sounded cheerful.
Imiut perked up immediately. “Tom! Great to hear from you! What’s up?”
“Well, me and a couple of the other guys scored tickets to that concert tonight! We were wondering if you wanted to join us!”
Imiut froze. He knew the concert they were talking about. He had been thinking about going himself. Going with friends would be even more fun. But…
“Sorry, Tom, I’m gonna have to turn you down.”
“Aww, really? What’s up, I thought you’d be excited!”
“I am, really!” Imiut sighed. “But I’m not feeling well. Just not a good idea right now.”
“Man, that’s a bummer. Sorry about that.”
They exchanged a few more pleasantries, then ended the call.
Imiut set the phone down and then let out another sigh. He had really wanted to say yes. But aside from the logistical questions of getting to the concert – what if he got hit with a double fare again, like on the bus? Even one ticket would have been stretching his budget, there was no way he could afford two.
No, it seems like his only option was to veg out at home until his stomach got under control. At least he couldn’t do any damage that way.
He hefted himself to his feet. He needed a beer.
Unfortunately, on his way to the kitchen, he took a corner too close. He felt his belly bump into a wooden table. And that was followed by a loud crash.
Imiut stared at the lamp, now shattered into pieces on the floor.
“DAMN IT!”
——–
There was the sound of a bell as Imiut pushed the door to the diner open, stepping inside. He took a seat at the bar, put in an order with the waitress, and then settled in to wait.
While he waited, he pressed one hand experimentally into his stomach. It was still swollen, giving him the appearance of having a sizeable beer gut. When he pressed against it, he could feel the shifting outlines of smooth, hard objects – what remained of the possum after his stomach had worked on her for the last two weeks. He was going to need to do some extra exercise to work off this weight, but at least he could go out without trouble now.
The waitress returned, setting a platter in front of him.
Imiut closed his eyes, taking in the scent of grilled beef and hot, crispy french fries. He picked up his burger, taking a big bite, savoring the flavor as he rolled the morsel on his tongue.
“How is it?” The waitress asked, a friendly smile on her face.
Imiut swallowed the bite. “Better than people, that’s for sure.”
“Huh?”
Imiut felt his face flush. Had he said that out loud? “Nothing! Just an inside joke. It’s really good. Thank you.”
The waitress raised an eyebrow at him, but moved on. She had other customers to serve.
Imiut took another bite of his burger, thrilled to have his life back to normal. Post link
Just a quick doodle I was doing for practice, which ended up being Maia, the skunk pred from one of my D&D games. Looks like she managed to seduce someone into going somewhere private with her.
Don’t mind the generic cube she’s sitting on. Everyone knows that skunks are known for sitting on cubes.
Luna’s paws beat a steady rhythm against the treadmill. The mouse wasn’t trying to push herself, but she was getting a good, solid workout! She grabbed her water bottle out of the cupholder and took a swig.
Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp.
Luna swallowed her mouthful of water and couldn’t help but glance to her left.
The gym was an all-access gym, with equipment for many different body types. The treadmill just to Luna’s left was one of the larger ones, meant for bigger customers who needed more intense workouts. It was currently in use.
Andintense was definitely the word that Luna would use to describe what the female canine was doing. The treadmill’s belt made a loud whir as it spun at an amazing speed. From her current vantage point, Luna could see the readout on the treadmill indicating its speed, which currently read an incredible 40, compared to Luna’s 5.
Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp. Tp-tp-tp-tp.
The greyhound herself was absolutely flying, her four legs hitting the treadmill in an irregular pattern as she leapt repeatedly into the air. She was slender, maybe even skinny, but clearly in excellent shape, the muscles in her legs propelling her body with immense power to offset the backward motion of the treadmill. Beads of sweat dripped from the canine’s nose and flung themselves from her paws with each leap.
Luna swallowed hard and turned her eyes forward, not wanting to stare. The canine’s workout was just so impressive. Of course, the difference in species meant they had different baselines, so it wasn’t fair to compare, but Luna could only imagine just how fast the greyhound would be going if she weren’t on that exercise equipment. Maybe she was some kind of professional athlete? Meanwhile, Luna’s muscles were already starting to get sore.
The mouse sighed and pressed a button on the treadmill, slowing her jog into a walk as she started to wind her workout down. Maybe with enough practice, she would be able to hit some higher speeds, though of course it would never be anything close to what that canine could do. But with enough dedication…
Luna’s thoughts were interrupted as she became aware of a large presence near her. She turned her head to look at it.
Her large ears drooped.
There was the canine, standing right next to Luna’s treadmill. She might be skinny, but the greyhound still towered over the tiny mouse. The canine’s mouth was open, her tongue lolling out as she panted heavily to regulate her heat.
Luna felt her heart sink into her stomach. Something in the greyhound’s eyes activated every prey instinct the little mouse had.
But before she had a chance to run, the canine grabbed her by the upper arms, yanking her off her feet and lifting her into the air. Her body dangled, her legs still kicking for a moment as they tried to walk on nothing. Luna was held in the air, her arms trapped at her sides by the strong grip. The canine’s hot breath washed over her face with each pant.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the canine said, her tone pleasant and conversational. “I just need to replenish my protein after that workout.”
Luna barely had time to get out half a squeak before she was shoved into that open muzzle.
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Ethel laid a hand on her throat. She could feel the mouse squirming in her gullet, but she was almost all the way in now, just the end of her long tail thrashing from the tip of Ethel’s muzzle. She sealed her lips and slurped the rest of the tail into her mouth, bulging out her cheeks. Then…
GLK.
With a heavy swallow, she sent the mouse sliding down her gullet. The writhing bulge slipped down her upper body before settling in her stomach, hanging below her.
“Such a sweet little thing,” Ethel said to herself, running her tongue through the space between her upper lip and gums. “And a cutie, too! Almost a shame.”
She opened her eyes and looked around. The gym was fairly crowded, and though the whole process of snapping up the mouse had probably taken less than thirty seconds, quite a few eyes were looking at her – or more accurately, looking at the tight, writhing bulge in her normally-slender gut.
“Hrp!” Ethel brought a hand up to stifle a small burp. “Excuse me,” she said, to no one in particular.
She turned back to the treadmill to grab her things. She picked up her towel, wiping her face before throwing it over her shoulders, then grabbed her water bottle and took a deep draught of the cold fluid inside. Satisfied, she began to trot towards the exit, her stomach swaying slightly beneath her.
She had gotten a good workout and a good snack. An excellent start to her day!
She was barely a half-block into her walk home when she realized the squirming in her gut had stopped. “Are you… asleep?” Ethel asked, though she was aware that the mouse probably wouldn’t be able to hear her, regardless. “Most people struggle for at least an hour.”
But, as expected, there was no response, so Ethel just shrugged and continued her walk home.
Still, it was unusual to find such an obliging morsel. Maybe she would keep this one around for a while to savor properly.
And there were certainly plenty of other sources of protein. In fact, she could see a couple rabbits a little ways down the sidewalk who looked promising. They were heading in her direction and didn’t even seem to have noticed her yet.
Ethel licked her lips. Yes, it was going to be a great day!
I started thinking about skinny taurs, and this doodle ended up coming out! Luna belongs to my friend of the same name. Better be careful when you go to the gym, for other gym-goers might be hungry! Post link
I bet their costumes will be a smash at the Burrow Christmas Party!
A day late, but Happy Halloween! I thought I’d do a drawing with these three predatory rabbits, who I’ve started thinking about and may become recurring characters in the New Haven City setting. Looks like they wanted their “pred” costumes to be as authentic as possible!
Nothing like a pleasant evening staying up late and watching movies while you wait for your dinner to settle!
Another experiment trying to get better at shading, this time using a soft airbrush and gradient maps. I think it came out okay! There are still improvements to be had, of course.
Just a reminder, I’m doing Extra Life this weekend! Come join me for games! Post link
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
They told Fang to find the bandit and bring him back alive for questioning.
They also told her that, as payment, she could keep any loot she found.
They did not, however, specify exactly what counts as “loot.”
A little comic thing with Fang, my character from the vorish D&D game I’m running! This is not based on actual events in the game…
… yet.
Unrelated to this, but a small reminder: I’m doing Extra Life this year! Please feel free to check out my page and join me for a 24 game stream to benefit Children’s Hospitals on the weekend of the 28th of October.
Maia smiled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her small bunk, the light from her oil lamp flickering across her fur. She watched her bloated stomach as its occupant squirmed, the imprint of a small hand or paw occasionally pressing out. The female mouse had come to visit the caravan, and the little cutie had been surprisingly easy to seduce. Once she had her alone, it had been easy to put the little sweetheart where she belonged – right in the skunk’s rumbling gut.
Maia licked her lips, still tasting the flavor of the little mouse’s fur on her teeth. The mouse had been awfully cute, and those occasionaly squirms felt wonderful. Maybe she would keep the mouse around for now and decide what to do with her in the morning…
Hey, look, I finally drew something! I’ve been practicing muzzles and trying to improve the shape of them. I still have a long way to go, but I think I’m figuring some things out, at least! Also I’m still trying to learn to shade!
So, due to various circumstances, I have actually started running a second vorish D&D game with a few other friends. This one is a bit softer in theme, leaning more towards non-fatal (though not always willing!) vore. When the party visited a traveling caravan, one of the party members, a mouse druid named Caoimhe (played by my friend Luna), found one of the caravan’s dancers flirting with her – though she turned out to have ulterior motives. Post link
This is actually a character from this vorish D&D game I’ve been running for a while now with AutumnVector (who provided the title), the same one that Fang and the gang are from. Eiravel is a foxy innkeeper with a silver tongue who’s always happy to offer a guest a “private room” if they catch his eye!
This is a new try at some actual shading. It’s not perfect, but it could be worse!
Also, as a side note, I’m not going to be doing voretober this year. I know I’ve done it pretty much every year, but I’m just not in a great place for it this time. I’ve got medical issues I’m trying to deal with, I had to have a tooth pulled, and I’ve just been stressed out in general lately. I’m still going to be doing art and other projects, I just don’t need any extra stress or deadlines on myself right now. ^^
This was impossible. It didn’t make any sense! She was a wolf, for crying out loud! The kind of big alpha predator who should be eating little bunnies like this for breakfast!
And yet somehow, she found herself on her back, hands bound. One of the bunnies had a huge, squirming bulge resting against her abdomen, the weight holding her down. Another bunny sat near her legs, nestled up against her tail. Both looked very satisfied with their large, squirming stomachs.
Stomachs that currently contained the wolf’s sisters.
“Let me go!” The wolf growled, baring her teeth. “You can’t do this! You’re going to pay for…”
Her words trailed off as she looked up, and realized that the third bunny, the one who’s belly was still empty, was kneeling over her. The wolf’s eyes widened, and she swallowed hard.
“You’re the biggest of the lot,” the bunny said, running her tongue across her large front teeth. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
Then the bunny opened her mouth wide.
The wolf squirmed, her heart pounding, but as the bunny gently took her head in her small hands and lowered that seemingly-tiny mouth towards her, she somehow knew her struggles weren’t going to be enough.
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.)
Another suggestion from the fanart thread the other day! This one came from Terastas. This is Mao from Shadow Hearts. I am not familiar with this character, but she was cute and had a big tum and I wanted to put a person in that tum. Apparently she likes drinking, and this time she snagged a server as well.
In response to my fanart thread on Twitter, RagDoll4T9 suggested “the sexy argonian maid from the elder scrolls.” It looks like Lifts-her-tail has figured out a way to get that pesky mistress out of the way!
There will be at least one more fanart from the suggestions I got, though I probably won’t post it tonight. Thanks for the suggestions, everyone!
I decided to color the sketch of Judy I did the other day while waiting at the dentist’s office. I don’t really have a story to go with this one, though the size of Judy’s prey implies that their species is something small. Perhaps some ferret gal ran across the hungry bunny? Whoever it was, looks like they’re going to be on Judy’s hips soon!
