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Well, if that wasn't the cutest little bakery Mahiri had ever seen! The leopard almost wandered right by it, pausing in the middle of a morning stroll when the smell of freshly baked goods halted him in his tracks, leaving him to search for the source of such a delicious scent. 'Sunny Smiles' beamed the brightly-coloured sign just above the doorway. It was a small establishment, with hardly room for more than a few people behind the counter, but that was what made it so quaint. He was grateful he was actually out and walking around in the morning for once, instead of snoozing late like usual. If that silly cat hadn't let his sleep schedule get all flipped around, he might never have wandered by at just the right time to see the disarmingly handsome owner of that little establishment, looking all kinds of enticing in his apron while he swept outside his shop.

It took him a moment to remember the exact word. A squirrelly fellow, in the literal sense, the baker was a broad male with a bushy tail, shorter than Mahiri but broader and softer all around. Greedent! That was the name he was looking for. Mahiri found himself whispering it out loud when he recalled, thankful nobody was wandering by at that moment to hear him. He watched that tail swishing for a while, admiring the solidly-built yet approachably soft owner, and soon realized he was biting his lip. Maybe he was hungry for a little more than breakfast. Though he wouldn't have argued with the simple, satisfying offer of a nice fresh muffin right about that moment either.

Being a feline and all, he had a tendency to move near silently simply as a matter of instinct, even when he wasn't trying. He didn't realize he was creeping up behind the squirrel when it felt as natural as walking. It wasn't until the baker turned to close the door behind him that he startled at the sight of a girly leopard standing there with a bright and eager look on his face. His own expression went from alarmed to pleasantly surprised, putting on a big grin that showed off those cute front teeth. Mahiri couldn't help but grin right back, even if he knew it meant giving a good look at those long, carnivorous fangs that hardly befitted such a gentle cat like him. The baker wasn't intimidated, just stepping back and a hastily adjusting his apron, nodding to his first potential customer of the day.

"Oh! Good morning, sir! I apologize, but I'm not quite ready to open yet. Still getting everything set up! An early riser, aren't you?"

His voice had all the pomp and charm of someone who'd been dealing with customers personally for years. Just hearing him speak, and the leopard couldn't help but immediately like him.

"Not usually," Mahiri said. "But oh! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to infiltrate. Should I come back later?"

"Well!" The baker's energy was infectious. He gave a quick look up and down that big cat, but Mahiri didn't find it intrusive in the slightest. "Maybe there's no need for you to turn tail and leave like that. Would you be interested in a tour of sorts?"

Mahiri lit up, his enthusiasm ensuring he didn't even notice the squirrel covertly licking over his lips. There was a little flash of something in the greedent's eyes, something a little more than welcoming charm, but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

"A tour? That sounds great! I'm just, like, wandering this morning. Seeing what sort of trouble I can get up to. Oh, it's Mahiri by the way!"

"It's no trouble at all, Mahiri! Right this way. And call me Sunny, if you like."

That was so cute. Just like the sign! Mahiri was already rumbling a little as he followed that great big pink and cinnamon-coloured tail. It looked rather like a dessert of its own, fluffing along as the squirrel led the way into the front room. It was a simple place, but with a certain rustic charm. Everything about it shouted 'local', from the seemingly handcrafted wooden countertops, to the brick wall decorated with work by local artists. There were three small tables with two chairs each, just enough for people to sit and have their lunch if they so chose, but it was far from a sprawling restaurant. Mahiri didn't see any other employees either. Just that realization, and the thought that he was all alone with the handsome greedent was enough to get the kitty's tail swishing. It seemed like a simple operation, though it was much bigger in the back.

Sunny led on, getting onto the other side of the counter, doing a quick check of the display cases and the register before pushing open a single, mundane-looking door to reveal a surprisingly expansive operation hidden behind the modest front. A whole world opened before the leopard's eyes as Mahiri was stricken with a scent like no other. He was left to scan over a row of ovens, racks of cooling pastries and treats, and most of all, the steaming, drool-inducing aromas of so many fresh delights hitting him all at once. He felt like he was about to slip into a sugar coma from a single sniff, and he was stuck to the spot, giving his best purr impression just to bask in the wafting aromas of luxuriant creations. Only when he realized Sunny was leaving him behind did he swish along through the swinging door, marvelling at the legions of hot treats cooling all around him.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I didn't realize you fed an army. You've got a really impressive setup back here."

Sunny gave a good natured chuckle and waved off the compliment. "Such is the baker's life these days! Filling out my orders and packing them up. It certainly pays the bills, but I do wish I could see the smiles on their faces sometimes."

"Aw, well. I'm sure they all appreciate your hard work, wherever they end up eating it! You'll just have to imagine them smiling. Or, well, that sounds kind of weird, I made it weird."

The squirrel and just shook his head, and so Mahiri paced in, looking around at all the equipment, hardly knowing what half of it did. It wasn't that he didn't know how to cook, but behind the quaint, brick-and-hardwood front end was a high-tech operation. Space-age stuff, really, all stainless steel, polished to the point it was almost blindingly shiny. Mahiri could see his own reflection on the oven doors when he walked by. He swished his tail briefly, only to get it under control, lest he knock over something important.

"Is there anything I can help you with, while I'm here?"

"Hmm, you know. You look like a strong feline." Sunny gave a nod to the leopard's mostly-bare arms.

"I do?" Mahiri a look down at himself, trying to see what Sunny saw.

"Of course. And, one of the most difficult parts of my work every day is the kneading. Maybe you know a thing or two about that?"

Mahiri gave a laugh. "Funny you should mention! That's actually what I do. Not with dough, I mean. More with people."

Sunny quirked his head to the side, curious exactly what the leopard meant, so Mahiri went on.

"By which I mean I'm a masseuse. Among other things. So, yeah, I know how to work something like dough!"

"Oh my. That's precisely what I need for all my kneading needs. Come right along, then. Let's see what you can do. I'll be sure to reward you with breakfast, of course."

That sounded like a good deal to Mahiri. He was swishing again, following the squirrel along until they reached a large steel stable, a great big vat sitting to one side.

"Just watch..." the baker began.

Sunny dipped his hands in a bowl of water shaking them off so they were damp, not wet, and retrieved a thick slab of dough from that vat. Smacking it down on the table kicked up a puff of flour, almost making the cat sneeze. He wasn't used to it like Sunny. Then the greedent was working deep, massaging that uncooked dough very much like Mahiri might have worked a particularly stubborn knot in someone's muscles. It was almost the exact same motion. Mahiri felt imbued with confidence, and as soon as Sunny stepped aside to let him have a turn, he attacked that bread-to-be. He was soon throwing his whole body into the effort, hips rocking back and forth, spine curled, fingers squishing deep, looking to the squirrel for approval and then getting right back into it. He rolled and pressed and worked with the utmost of care, handling that little chunk of dough as if it were a precious gem. His hands were so precise that he worked that squishy chunk into a perfectly round ball, smoothed over and flawless as a jewel, only for Sunny to give a good chuckle.

"It's beautiful!" Sunny exclaimed, only to reluctantly continue. "But unfortunately, a sphere doesn't bake so well. Let's just do a little reshaping, shall we? If you don't mind, I'll guide you..."

Mahiri didn't protest when he felt those soft squirrel hands taking him by the wrists. Such a position simply necessitated moving right up behind the curvy kitty, reaching right around his chest, feeling the rumbles passing through him as he consistently purred from the attention. It started as an innocent lesson at first, softly grasping those tender hands, showing him what to do to shape the dough into something more like a loaf. But the closer they were, the more the leopard vibrated, spreading warmth to the squirrel behind him. Sunny's chest pressed against the leopard's back, and Mahiri just naturally began to bend forth, getting closer to that dough as if carefully examining it, jutting out his shapely backside to press right up against the bulge beneath the squirrel's apron. And with all those kneading movements, he couldn't help but wiggle a little, amounting to something very much like a grind. Under such attention, there really wasn't anything he could do to prevent firming up, pressing right up against the feline's soft, round butt, letting him know just how much he appreciated it

Mahiri wasn't pulling back. If anything, he was only pressing into the squirrel's body more firmly. They were still working that dough together the whole time, even as the slow grind turned to something more like a dry hump through the apron and clothing. Mahiri couldn't stop rumbling. Something about the delicious scents wafting all around him just fuelled his lust, his growing desire to be bent over by that handsome, soft-bellied baker, leaving him squishing into that plump and padded body as he straightened up once more, closing his eyes, letting the dough remain half-kneaded imperfect. He got his cheek up against Sunny's, giving a satisfying little 'mmmm' and rocked his hips back and forth, all but giving the baker a lapdance. The greedent leaned in close to one perked kitty ear and spoke in the same cheerful tone as ever, just slightly lower.

"You know. I still have some time before I open. I wouldn't normally suggest it back here, where I work, but ... you are a very enticing cat, Mahiri."

"Well... speak for yourself. Mmmf. We can go somewhere else, if you're worried about making a mess..."

"I don't think so. I'd prefer you right here. And now."

It was the firmest Mahiri had heard Sunny speak, though it still wasn't anything resembling forceful.

"I'm okay with that," Mahiri rumbled, as if it wasn't already obvious.

Sunny slipped his hands down, stroking along the leopard's arms, stroking through his fur, then getting a grip on his hips. A good squeeze of his ass went along with a few gropes of his own bulge. All the while, the greedent was rocking back and forth, humping at that shapely ass, appreciate the soft spotted cushions beneath the kitty's pants. They simply couldn't stay on. Sunny knew he was getting flour handprints all over the leopard's cute outfit, but Mahiri didn't seem to mind. He just wriggled and worked with the lusty squirrel, letting himself be stripped right down to his spots, giving Sunny a full look at those lovely splotches and rosettes that decorated the leopard's back like he was a lovely dessert himself. The squirrel even channelled some of Mahiri's own job, pressing those talented baker's fingers into the cat's shoulders, giving him a good rub to soothe him as he bent him right over the baking table, letting the kitty throb into some dough, already pouring some pre into it. Sunny was just going to have to keep that loaf for himself.

Having that pretty kitty all stripped down nude for him was a moment worth a picture, but Sunny was in no mood to fetch a camera. He focused instead on untying his apron, and getting his cock free of his pants, letting it squish right up against the leopard's booty, squeezing between those ample cheeks. That cute cat certainly wasn't as plump as the baker, but he had one fat ass. Those shapely globes were worth squeezing, groping, pressing his fingers in nice and deep until he made the kitty yowl. That was all he needed before he was mounting up, pressing his heavy gut down on Mahiri's back, partially pinning him as he pushed against that tight rim, starting to grind and slide his way on a lubricating layer of excess pre, gushing out of that big baker's tip as he clutched tight at those womanly leopard hips, hardly believing his luck to have such a sultry kitten wander in to his bakery just in time to take care of his lingering morning wood.

A collective groan slipped through the kitchen as the squirrel sank deep inside the tight cat, taking it slowly and smoothly, steadily working his way towards that booty until he bottomed out with a solid thunk and tapped his soft balls against the leopard's own. A deep sigh passed through Sunny as he dwelt on that moment, extending it for as long as he could, savouring in the feeling of being balls-deep in the cute cat, listening to those rumbles, feeling those happy purrs vibrating right down to his dick. He felt like he could have just remained like that all morning, enjoying the feeling of that girly butt squeezing down on him with Mahiri's every little wriggle or squirm. It was enough to make him throb, to spurt even, lubing up that warm passage with an excess of juices until they were starting to trickle down the squirrel's sack and dripping onto the leopard's only. Only once he'd savoured in the feeling of penetrating the big cat for nearly a minute did he pull back a little and start working those broad hips of his, starting slow, but working to a solid, lusty thump of those spotty cheeks. Sunny couldn't help but grin as he watched them jiggle, wobbling with every impact, driving him to spank his lip against that fine ass a little harder with each slick, deep-driving thrust as he fucked that fine feline right in the middle of the kitchen.

Sunny was doing his best to keep a calm and collected demeanour all through it, but he couldn't help getting carried away after a few good thrusts. Sinking all the way to the bottom inside that pert cat butt was bringing him to moaning, to huffing in Mahiri's ear and pressing his soft gut down a little more firmly over the feline's body, asserting just a little dominance to keep him in place. Not that it was remotely necessary. Mahiri was happily bouncing beneath that steady pounding of squirrel dick, keeping that ass up high and letting Sunny plunge inside him again and again. The leopard himself was soon beyond moaning, slipping instead into something more bestial, showing his teeth but not with any sort of aggression as he yowled and mrowled his way through getting his booty stuffed full of thick greedent dick. The squirrel's output of pre ensured things only got louder with every stroke in and out, the sloppy schlick of well-lubed cock plunging beneath the leopard's lifted tail mingling with their groaning and growling, filling the room with sound, letting the cacophony spill out into the main shop, and maybe even to the street beyond. If anyone wandered in that moment, they were going to know exactly what was happening back there, with how much noise that horny leopard was making, getting his rump fucked so tenderly like that.

Their bodies were sweetly synced to the point that climax was approaching all at once for both of them. Sunny tensed up just in time, fighting down the urge to pump that kitty full of cum before he was done properly enjoying him. Instead, partly to distract himself and partly to make things more fun, he went rummaging through a few nearby bottles, eventually getting his fingers around a plastic container of honey. Mahiri couldn't help but giggle as he felt the contrast of the cool, sticky glaze drizzling out on his fur when Sunny started squeezing, laying a few lines across the leopard's upper back. Just when Mahiri was starting to think about how difficult it was going to be to wash that out of her fur, he felt the warmth of Sunny's tongue stroking along his spine, working up and down his spots in smooth slurps to clean it all up and leave him instead glistening with saliva as the squirrel smacked his chops and gave a satisfied 'mmm' just behind him. Mahiri didn't know if it was the honey or the cat's own flavour that Sunny appreciated more, but he was soon subject to several more squirts of the sweet stuff as the baker got to painting him and coating him, decorating those pretty spots as if he were working on a cake, drawing patterns between the rosettes to connect them, turning Mahiri into a honey-topped treat before ruining all his hard design work with more licks.

He didn't stop fucking the cat all the while either. As soon as he had Mahiri slathered in honey, he leaned in and set to cleaning him off with steady strokes of his tongue while thumping his hips against that fine butt. His fingers dug into the flexible plastic just a little harder with each stroke, accidentally starting to crush the bottle as climax started to overtake him. He huffed through his teeth, clacked them together, and closed his eyes, letting his body guide him as he launched into a lumbering, pounding pace that drove his dick deep into that cat's booty, sending those sweet shakes wobbling as he bumped and bashed steadily against them. Sunny was lost in impending climax, so much so that he didn't even hear that bottle cracking in his grip. Or at least, Mahiri assumed he didn't, because surely he would have stopped before exploding the whole thing all over him.

It was a climax of cream and honey alike, the sticky stuff raining sweetly down upon the leopard's head at the very same moment that the baker poured his hot spunk deep beneath the kitty's tail. Sunny humped that cat full, doing nothing to slow the tide of syrupy sweetness while he plowed his load deep with the feline's belly. Mahiri couldn't hold it down, feeling the portly squirrel rutting him so wildly, so expertly. It was enough to make him forget all about how much of a pain it was going to be to wash all that out of his. He let the pleasure seize him just like it had taken control of Sunny, sending him straight to a peak that had him drawing his lips back in a briefly impressive snarl that looked like it was building to a roar that never came. Instead, that girly cat broke down in happy mewling, his ears going back, and then sticking there, glued down by the shiny coating of that sugary treat slopped all over him. He just hoped Sunny didn't mind him blowing his load all over those pristine floors, leaving a few long streaks of leopard cum beneath the table, spurting out and spattering down hard to the tiles below.

Sunny's voice was all innocence, chuckling over the well-honeyed leopard as he straightened up, catching his breath.

"Oh, goodness! Seems like I got a little excited. Don't worry about it though. I know just what you need."

He lingered on those words for a while longer, ever so slowly pulling himself from between those well-creamed cheeks with a gradual schlllick that eventually built to a pop, producing a gasp from the tender kitty. Sunny patted him on the butt, then slowly traced his hands up to Mahiri's shoulders, working gently to ease him along, guiding him to turn over so he could look up at the grinning squirrel.

"I'll help you out as best I can! But a mess like this is going to take a whole lot of licking." Sunny exuberantly continued, and with that, he was diving down to take his first taste of the leopard's face, working that tongue as generously as he could to rescue Mahiri from the stick prison coating his hair and features alike.

The first slurp was a thorough one, slathering more of Mahiri's face than was really necessary. The cat was left sputtering, shaking his head, and Sunny just kept coming back for more. He loudly mmmed and licked his chops between each wet application of his tongue, being very thorough in cleaning the honey from the cat's fur, stroking over the same spots again and again, replacing the sticky mess with something thinner, and warmer. At least the baker had simply marvellous breath. The hot air puffing in Mahiri's face smelled much like the rest of the bakery, as if the handsome squirrel were himself an oven, radiating heat from within as he savoured in the flavour of the well-seasoned leopard, kneading and squeezing his shoulders all the while. It was an experience, for certain, one the cat was content to rumble through even if he found it overwhelming listening to all that smacking and schlucking echoing in his ears while the greedent cleaned him up with hardly any pause.

The sounds coming from Sunny were almost sexual after a while, huffing and groaning in delight to sample such a succulent treat like Mahiri. He eventually gave a satisfied grunt that startled the cat a little.

"Mmm, my! Mahiri, you are positively scrumptious, if I may say so. And here I thought all the tastiest treats around were made right here, but then you walk in and prove me wrong. I hope you don't mind. I want to make sure I'm very thorough."

Mahiri hardly had time to show any inclination one way or the other, and was left just so sprawl back and enjoy as Sunny's attentions turned even more intense. The squirrel got his lips around the leopard's hair, his ears, sucking on him, draining the sugary coating from him along with plenty of his natural flavour. Soon Sunny wasn't even working on the sticky parts, just licking and sucking on the cat's head, opening his mouth up wider and wider as he worked. His drool was really starting to flow. Mahiri didn't mind, but he felt it running down his face, even pooling on the table below. Seemed the greedent really liked how that cat tasted, to the point he needed more and more of him in his mouth at once. The leopard felt those flat teeth glazing along his skin, framing his cranium, then sliding downwards, stretching around him as Sunny began to outright stuff the cat's whole head inside his jaws at once to have a deep, sloppy suckle on him, leaving Mahiri to close his eyes and listen to the steady schlurp of soaking wet walls squeezing all around him, and the echo of the squirrel's moans.

The cat was left to pant for a brief moment once Sunny pulled back with a slick POP. It wasn't that he was short of breath, exactly. The experience of getting suckled like he was a piece of candy was simply one that left him overstimulated. He was dazed, a bit confused, but hardly paying attention to his surroundings until he saw the sight spreading out before him. There was something about it that kept his attention locked upon the squirrel, watching as that fine fellow opened his jaws wide open to a dripping gape, parting those teeth and letting the leopard gaze deeply into the darkness at the back of his throat, watching it flex and swallow the excess saliva he'd worked up from his indulgent tasting session. Mahiri simply started forth, basking in the humid breath washing over his features, admiring just how those white teeth gleamed before his eyes, waiting as a sense of anticipation built in his chest, tightening his muscles, even if he wasn't sure exactly what he was waiting for. And then Sunny delved down and overtook the leopard's vision in the heated darkness of his maw, overtaking his whole head and pushing it towards his waiting gullet all in a single plunge, sealing lips and teeth along around the soft white fur of the big cat's throat.

Maybe he was naive. Or maybe the soft, friendly baker seemed to peaceful, so wholesome and harmless that Mahiri never would have even imagined he might be doing something like eating him. It wasn't until he felt the embrace of that slippery throat wrapping around his muzzle, followed by the unmistakable echo of a deep, wet GULP that completely overwhelmed his senses for several seconds. It seemed to echo in his brain even long after the sound faded. With that, Mahiri had his muzzle bulging in Sunny's fluffy throat, and was left to feel the muscles kneading him downwards, leaving no question about it. One eager swallow after another, that plump baker was devouring his spotty guest without any sort of warning. Or maybe he'd given all the warning Mahiri could have possibly needed, and the foolish cat was too caught up in his warmth and cheer presence to notice any of the obvious signs that Sunny had been eyeing him up as breakfast from the very first moment he laid eyes on him.

The squirrel meanwhile was simply letting his body guide him. He had a strong suspicion from when he first met Mahiri that the cat would be an absolutely exquisite meal, and once he'd had some deep tastes, he knew for sure. And he knew he needed to put that cute cat in his gut, no matter what. He was ravenous, his belly rumbling as if in desperation, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed and filled with a squirming kitty, to feel that soft, girly body sloshing and bulging beneath the pudge as he set to work adding those spotty curves to his own padding. His teeth prodded and nibbled along Mahiri's spine as he worked his way towards that booty, exercising his throat muscles to clamp and claim the pretty kitty one slobbery swallow at a time. Mahiri was squirming, but not outright struggling, hardly realizing what a dire situation he was in even as the squirrel's teeth crested over the base of his spine, gently sliding down to the base of his tail so he could start kneading that ample butt between his lips.

As hungry as he was, Sunny had to take a moment to savour such a shapely backside, pausing in the middle of his meal to work his tongue up between the leopard's thighs and play with his balls while lightly chewing on his butt. He didn't hurt him of course, simply pressing in with those flat teeth and admiring the curve and heft of such a fine ass. It was like a massage more than anything, though the kitty wasn't purring for him anymore. Mahiri's head was near the greedent's stomach, the grip of peristalsis wanting to tuck him away right that instant, but Sunny was consistent even in the face of his own demanding appetite. He savoured that feline until he was satisfied, slurping from sack, to taint, to well-creamed tailhole, sucking and tasting all the while, until it was finally time to toss his head straight back and send those wiggly kitty toes pointing straight up at the ceiling, letting the cat begin the process of entering his stomach, getting snug in that hot, humid chamber as Sunny finished off his hearty meal.

Gravity was on his side, but it was still up to the squirrel to make the most of the situation. He swallowed like he was putting on a performance for an unseen audience, rocking and rolling his body back and forth. First he had his hands on his lower back to brace himself, then his hips, but soon he was occupied with the more important task of hefted his cat-stuffed gut, squishing deep into the fat separating Mahiri from the outside world, groping at the confined feline as he settled deep into the baker's stomach. The last few swallows were swift. Once he got that booty secured in his throat, the rest was easy. Sunny sucked those thighs straight down, pressing them into the confining hold of his throat, squeezing them down to join the rest of his prey. That word resonated in Mahiri's head as he splashed into the waiting juices below. He was the squirrel's food, his prey, tucked into his stomach whole and alive. That was what finally set him to really squirming, as pointless as it was by then.

All Sunny had to do to polish off the leopard was to reach up and press on those soft paws, feeling those kitty toes wiggling against his fingers before shoving downwards and letting his gullet do the rest of the work. One more smooth, satisfying gulp, and Mahiri was all his. The sagging weight in his rounded gut formed an indistinct outline of his prey, pressing out here and there with more obvious bulges of hands and feet pressing on the slippery walls when Mahiri trying to keep them from compressing and churning around him. But it was nothing an apron couldn't hide. The gurgles only grew louder, more intense as Sunny's gut sensed food, gripping the cat tightly and pouring those digestive juices all over him, really starting to treat him like a meal, rather than a customer or a helper. Sunny was shifting around, looking for his discarded apron, only to find all the movement churn up an excess of air, feeling it burbling up his throat, displaced by the big cat in his belly, bursting from his lips to echo around the bakery with the sound of predatory satisfaction.

"Urrrrrp! Oh, my my. Good kitty!" He was hardly teasing when he said it. It was more of a compliment to the feline's edibility. Sunny was left loudly smacking his chops and massaging at his meal with deep, stroking fingers, much like he might knead some fresh dough. "I knew you'd be tasty, but you really did hit the spot! Oh, dear, a pun. You'll have to forgive me."

He gave a few firm pats to his gut, hefted it up and down, and admired the noisy slosh and jiggle. His demeanour never changed. He was the same plump and jolly baker Mahiri had first met, except now he had a whole leopard inside his gut, slowly digesting away. If anything that just made him more pleasant than ever, whistling to himself as he jostled about, fetching a mop and bucket to start with the process of cleaning up his workspace in the aftermath of that sudden, unplanned kitchen rutting. He certainly wasn't going to make a habit of fucking in the same place he baked his goods, but a one-time indulgence couldn't hurt. No one needed to find out. And neither did they need to know that he was going about his day, filling orders and tending to the register all while digesting a pretty leopard beneath his apron. He got himself properly dressed and professional as soon as he was done tidying up, and spent the rest of the early morning gurgling away on the cat, ever so slowly working him down to something softer than before, a little more indistinct of a bulge, but still wriggling plenty after an extended bath in the juices slowly rendering him down to something more easily absorbed by the well-fed greedent.

For the leopard, it wasn't immediately apparent that he was being digested, exactly. The process was too slow to be painful or distressing. It was more simply an overpowering, messy process, trapped and confined in that fleshy chamber squeezing all around him with ominous force. He felt like that stomach could have crushed him at any moment, but was just holding back. Whenever he managed to catch his breath, some of those juices splashed over his face again, leaving him sputtering and struggling, coughing some. It was a lot more pleasant than the insides of most people probably were. Maybe that was credit to all the treats Sunny tended to stuff himself with. But it was still a hellishly hot, deadly chamber, even if it belonged to a handsome, gentle-looking greedent. It was still churning him, still squeezing him tight enough to make him gasp, and bathing him in a bubbling substance that slowly itched and tingled over his fur, and the bare patches where his pretty pelt was already starting to fall out in wet clumps. He could breathe and he hadn't experienced any permanent damage in there, but the air was so hot and thick that he didn't know how much longer he could last without passing out.

Sunny made sure to knead his belly plenty when Mahiri got especially noisy in there, tsking at his own digestive process for being so loud. It was almost time to open the door and start serving his first customers of the day. He couldn't have his belly interrupting his usual pleasantries. Some good kneading settle the leopard down. Sunny could feel the leopard squishing beneath his fingers, as softened as good dough by then, still holding his shape but resembling a leopard-shaped bulge less and less with every minute spent churning in that heavy greedent belly. A solid splurch echoed up as the cat gave a weakened kick, working up enough activity that another belch erupted suddenly from the squirrel, one tinged with the natural sweetness of the lovely leopard, along with plenty of honey. Sunny waved a finger at his own sloshing stomach, shaking his head.

"Now now. Do try to be considerate! I will have guests soon!"

His tone was as polite as ever, if mildly chastising the digesting leopard for his naughty behaviour. It wouldn't be much longer. There was enough of Mahiri left to give the occasional squirm, and somehow after all that, he was still conscious, but Sunny was already starting to absorb him, already packing on some extra fat from the smoothly liquefied cat, his gut and thighs growing softer with every processed pound of former leopard. Just as he was speaking to his belly, a ding on the front door alerted him to his first customer of the day. The older vixen was always right on time, waiting for her fresh banana bread, and Sunny always had it hot and ready. That morning was no exception, and he cashed her out as usual, giving her his patented bright smile as she departed. He would have made it through the entire exchange without so much as a word from her about his particularly ample belly if it wasn't for the unfortunate timing of an extra-noisy GLORP from the contents of his gut. He found himself mildly blushing as the vixen turned back to him with a swish of her tail just before she left. There was a smirk on her face.

"Oh dear. I heard that from here. A few too many treats today, Sunny?"

"Oh, haha!" His chuckle came out a little more forcefully than he intended thanks to his flustered state. "I do try my best to resist, but sometimes I lay eyes on something so delectable I simply must keep it all to myself!"

For emphasis, he patted his heavy tum a few times, those solid thumps helping to settle it down. The grin spreading across his face was both charming and just a little devious. But she hardly seemed to know.

"I can hardly blame you for that. Thanks again, hun! See you around!"

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the bells jingling and he was alone again. An independent baker like him prided himself on his unmatched customer service experience. Something told him his regulars might not be so loyal if they found out he was prone to eating anyone who wandered in looking especially tasty. At least a dozen regulars came in at their usual time over the course of the morning, and Sunny was bouncing back and forth from the register to the kitchen, keeping everything baking and fresh. The extra weight had him panting at a few points, bouncing his prey about while Mahiri melted down, but he refused to let that little indulgence keep him from making all his orders on time. By lunch, there wasn't much activity anymore. The noise was ever-persistent, gurgling away, but it was growing quieter as the leopard softened to something barely resembling himself. Sunny couldn't feel him squirming anymore. He waited for a moment of privacy, and then reached down to give his padded gut a deep poke. All he got was a faint twitch, and then nothing. Another prod, and the leopard remained motionless, the steady churning working to process him down and absorb him as the squirrel fattened up on his prey for the day. Sunny nodded his head when he sensed the cat was really, truly done.

"That's that then. You have been very pleasant company, I must say. Forgive me for the indulgence, but one look at you, and I knew I simply had to have you. Do enjoy the stay on my waistline."

He wasn't kidding about that last part. That cat was making him fat. As the afternoon wore on, Sunny found his stomach shrinking down to something more like its original shape, though there was still plenty of jiggle from the added fat. The rest of those nutrients got distributed and stored in other parts of his body, padding on some extra plush softness and pudge to his thighs, his hips, his butt. The greedent's pants were feeling plenty tight by the end of the work day, pulling up so tight he could barely walk right. He loosened his belt as he closed up his shop for the day, shutting off the lights, hanging up his apron, but before he departed, he took the time to give himself a good feeling up, from top to bottom. It felt good to be so plump, especially know what a delicious treat had given him all that new squish. He squeezed his chest, his sides, his belly and even his butt, putting on a little grin as he admired the trophy weight. The leopard was nicely added to his body, a part of his plush shape, and all that remained was the jiggle with Sunny's every step on his way home, just down the block.

In truth, it was a good thing he lived so close by. His usual brisk strolling pace was making him start to realize his body was done with the leopard. It wasn't a matter of urgency, exactly, but he could tell the cat was at the end of his journey. Sunny didn't rush. He got to his door and made his way inside, shedding his coat and hanging it up carefully, and once the door was locked he turned his big fluffy tail and made his way to the bathroom. The process of gurgling and churning the leopard into pudge had been a smooth one all the way through, and Sunny had no doubt the conclusion was going to be just as pleasant as the rest. He just hoped that the modest toilet could handle what was to come. He had digested an entire person, after all.

Lowering his pants, Sunny took his time getting comfortable on the seat, making sure all of his tail was up and out of the way and the plunger was easy to reach. He was going to be there for a while. A flex, a sigh, and he started the process of dumping the former cat out at home, squeezing out pounds of thick, solid waste that used to be a pretty kitty, not looking like one anymore all melted down and processed through a greedent's digestive system. Sunny reached back to flush preemptively, already sensing the bowl was getting full, and took his time. It tingled plenty. There were bits of that pretty red hair, ruined and passed through, along with little clumps of fur. The bones were mostly pulverized, but Sunny grunted as the occasional fragment tickled on the way out. As soon as the toilet was ready for another flush, he hit the handle, sending several logs of former leopard swirling down to the pipes below in the form of anonymous squirrel waste. Hardly a dignified end for such a cute cat, but Sunny simply couldn't help himself. His penance would be hauling around the extra weight at work every day until he burned if off. Which wasn't easy for someone like him.

On it went, the squirrel squeezing out log after log of former leopard, piling them up in the bowl and then flushing them down whenever the water was ready. Some of the pieces were firm, packed with ruined bone to be almost chalky, while others were softer and came faster. Now and then he let out a grunt, but for the most part he was silent, just tending to his body's needs, letting the relief wash over him with every piece of ex-cat he pushed out. Sunny had been sitting on the toilet for a full half-hour by the time he was done with all of Mahiri. He was at least ten pounds lighter and he'd gone through about a dozen flushes over all that time. His leg was a bit numb from holding that same position for so long. But, he had to admit, finally finishing off that absolutely massive dump was one of the most satisfying feelings. He was left tingling, his head buzzing a little, and he couldn't help but sigh as he finished off and got up for a shower. The toilet had somehow managed to make it through the whole thing without clogging, thanks to the strategic flushing, ensuring all his worries were put aside.

The warm water felt fantastic rolling down his prey-fattened body. It always did at the end of a long work day, but the extra pounds he put on from breakfast made it even more of a relaxing relief to linger under the hot stream, steaming himself as he washed and scrubbed at his new shape as well as he could. Maybe he was being more thorough than he really needed to be, spending time just kneading and admiring those extra pounds, squishing and squeezing the padding on his gut, his butt, and everywhere else that was that much softer thanks to that tasty leopard. When he was all fresh and clean, he finally stepped out and got toweled off, wiping the condensation off the mirrors so he could get one more look. There was so much more to heft, to squeeze, and if he wasn't mistaken he could have sworn Mahiri even made his tail fluffier, and his fur shinier. Seemed like the cat had everything he needed and then some. A well-balanced meal, all in one squirmy, spotty package. Sunny's only regret was that he couldn't eat him again. But surely another lovely someone would wander into his bakery on another early morning, and his ample gut would get even bigger, whenever the time was right and the prey was every bit as succulent as required by a squirrel of very particular tastes like him. He'd just have to see who made his big belly rumble next.