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Study sessions were better with all your hot friends close by. The library was supposed to be closed at such an hour, but all it took was asking a favour to set up a late night group session with all the staff gone. There was nothing salacious about it, even with seven of the prettiest ladies in the college and two of the cutest boys all gathered in one spot. That wasn’t high school anymore. They were actually there to learn something, and some of the brightest minds in school also happened to belong to the hottest babes.

Of course, they couldn’t just cram all night long. Breaks were important, and there was plenty of space to get up and wander around, or to tuck into a cozy nook to chat. There was no librarian to tell them to quiet down. They weren’t that loud anyway. The murmurs and giggles of the group of friends only seemed like it when that place was so quiet. Eerily so at night. There was always a shuffle of papers, a clicking of keyboards, or the occasional whirr of a copy machine to keep things relatively active, but there was nothing more than their hushed voices and soft footsteps. They definitely didn’t hear his paws.

For such a large creature, he was every bit as stealthy as any other cat. There was a lion loose in the library, and nobody had so much as a clue to his presence. Michael stalked his prey on all fours, deeply in touch with his instincts, but something so much more than a beast. Valorie was all on her own. She was flipping through an old book, clearing her head by taking in some story from the middle. A pair of bright blue eyes darted along the pages, only to finally look up and lock with a similar set gleaming at her from behind one of the many shelves.

She didn’t even know what she was looking at for the first few frozen minutes. Her eyes went wider and wider and eventually she stepped back, sensing the danger. A lion, but no ordinary one. His mane was dyed, and a pair of glasses sat snugly upon his snout. That was plenty enough to confuse her into silence. She watched as his tongue danced along his lips and then his teeth, his feline face forming into what was most definitely a smile. Then he spoke.

“Don't suppose you need some help finding what you’re looking for?”

Valorie reflexively opened her mouth to answer, only to give a momentary cry of fear. She didn’t get further than that. Like a flash of violet lightning, the lion was upon her. He moved out from behind the shelf and tackled her to the ground all in one single motion, planting a heavy paw right over her soft lips before she could fully scream for help. Whimpering beneath it, she pushed and shoved at his chest, or kicked at his sides, but the lion weathered her blows without so much as flinching. She scrambled, she struggled, but she was absolutely helpless against his bestial might.

He could do whatever he liked. Her friends were far enough away that he didn’t have to worry about interruption. Dipping his great, maned head down to get as close to her as he could without touching, he simply breathed on her for the first few moments. Warm, deep puffs of air over her face left Valorie bathing in his breath. He made sure she knew exactly what she was dealing with, too. Keeping his paw firmly in place, all but slowly smothering her, he put on a show of teeth and tongue for her, licking over every single deadly fang in turn to really make them glisten.

“You’re no gazelle, but you’ll do just fine.”

Drooling on her until a splash of lion spit hit her right in the forehead, dribbling down into her dark hair, wasn’t exactly intentional. Between that and the fearsome rumble of his belly, his intent was clear. A muffled call for help just made him press his paw down all the more firmly on her lips. Even he barely heard it. Yet he couldn’t hold her there forever. He had to lift it up so he could get that pretty face between his lips. She had her mouth free for as long as it took for him to lunge for her. That wasn’t even enough time to get her hands up to defend herself.

In an instant, Valorie was engulfed in the slavering, slippery confines of a drooly lion maw. He sucked on her and slurped her inside to swiftly silence her protests. She wasn’t about to be defeated that easily though, even if the humidity of his breath was enough to leave her sweltering atop his tongue. Aiming strikes at his neck and shoulders took much of her energy, but every swing of her fists or elbows ended up landing snugly on the dark purple fluff all around his head.

“Mm. That won’t work. Have a mane for that, see.”

Michael could speak quite well with his mouth full. Valorie definitely heard him. That didn’t dissuade her from trying. She kicked and struggled as he shoved those wet jaws over her body. He was drooling hard enough to soak right through her clothes, to leave them all but translucent by the time he had nibbled and slurped his way down to her breasts. The constant ache and rumble of his gut kept him from savouring her for more than a few quick licks down her neck and over her chest. She definitely heard that too. Her destination was already primed and churning away at nothing in particular, all but bellowing the need for a nice juicy human meal to get all wrapped up inside his gut.

The first big [i]GULP[/i] sent a stiffness all throughout Valorie’s body. She tensed up to the point of immobile for the first few moments, only to resume battling with the lion eating her alive with renewed vigour. Adrenaline could do wonders, and she made herself as difficult to swallow as possible. Michael even had to pause his devouring to secure her. He laid a little more weight down on her legs and clutched her between his paws, as if to make a bed of what wasn’t already in his mouth or down her throat.

Squished under the bulk of a famished lion, with her head bulging his neck beneath his mane, Valorie was starting to understand what was inevitable. She still kicked or kneed him all the way down. Some of those blows even hurt a little. Michael didn’t flinch, of course. He was laser focused on the delicious woman who fit so snugly in his jaws. Even with her clothes very much on, he still got plenty of her flavour soaking into his tongue. A few suckles and nibbles on her struggling body were impossible to resist.

When he had her hips framed by his fangs, he gave a great toss of his head, wrenching her out from under his bulk to instead whip through the air. Her kicking legs knocked several books off the nearby shelves, but that wasn’t his problem. All he cared about was getting that human meal sliding all the deeper into his bulging gullet. Her voice grew more and more muffled the deeper she went, to the point his own gurgling stomach started drowning it out, from an outside perspective. That and the succulent smacks and slurps of his lips and tongue working over her body, tucking under her top, soaking along her legs made his feast far from subtle. If anyone was watching, they didn’t interfere.

Another sudden backwards whip of his great maned head flailed her legs about all the more. From there, with his open jaws pointed straight up at the ceiling, he could finish her off. One long, deep, drawn out [i]ullllp[/i] dragged her legs into the grip of his gullet until there was simply no room to struggle anymore. The lion rose to a seated position, letting his gut swell and stretch with all the meat settling inside of him. He rounded out to a nice, full shape once he finally smacked off Valorie’s shoes with his tongue and swallowed her feet, barely giving any hint at who was inside him with that uniform bulge. Until she started kicking at least.

There was a visible outline of her desperate blows at the confining chamber clenching and already churning at her. Michael chuckled at the feeling. Placing a paw over his gut to feel them more closely, he gave some circular rubs to his feisty prey. That wasn’t quite enough to fully settle his noisy stomach though. The gurgling grew and grew along with the juices flowing and bubbling around Valorie’s form, soaking through her clothes. It eventually boiled over into a great, satisfying lion belch that rang out through the library and left some of the other students chuckling and wondering who that could have been, totally unaware it was the last they were going to hear from their friend.

“Are you sure you want to do that? All that fuss is just going to get the juices flowing all the faster.”

He patted her a few more times with a big thump of his paw, but that didn’t dissuade her. Up he got, stretching himself out like the big cat he was, head low, haunches high, belly swaying and grumbling around its meal. He was one nice and full lion who could have happily wandered off for a nap after his late night snack. Instead, he casually paced towards the spot where another of the girls was hiding. He didn’t need to make a big deal about it. Jessie knew she wasn’t going to make it if she tried to run. Instead, the curvy student stood clinging to a shelf, meeting the lion’s gaze when he spoke to her.

“Oh yes. I’ve known you were there the whole time, don’t worry. I was wondering if you were going to try to help, but a little late for that now isn’t it?”

One step closer had her backing herself into a corner. The two of them were far from anyone who might have heard her, but the blonde beauty before him didn’t even bother trying to call out for help. She was frozen in the presence of the lion actively digesting her friend and classmate. Every moment of silence was another [i]glorp[/i] to make her visibly flinch. Michael eventually broke the silence with a little further teasing, pushing his muzzle right up close to her face.

“Were you caught up in it? Maybe a little fascinated just watching me work to devour and digest your bright, young friend into lion fat? All that potential, all that bright future, and soon she’s going to be nothing more than a little extra padding wobbling on me for a while. I burn that off pretty quick, to be honest. ”

He grinned at her, which was exactly as terrifying to observe as he intended it. His fangs were glistening in Jessie’s face, and she had nowhere to go that wasn’t around him, or underneath him. Michael pushed his front paws against the wall behind her and climbed right up, balancing on his hind legs to completely overtake the student with his size. She ended up staring at his chest, but of course her eyes strayed downward to his gut. The bulge that was Valorie was still putting in a mighty effort, but Michael’s gut was so much stronger, and the sound it made had Jessie’s eyes wide.

“I think she could use the company. Hold still. You’re doing a great job so far.”

When he was so much taller standing up like that, he could descend upon her like a ravenous bird of prey. Jessie didn’t even bother to look up even when she felt the humid rain of lion drool spattering on her head. She closed her eyes and accepted her role as his meal right up to the moment he opened up wide and [i]glomped[/i] down on her entire head at once. After that, Michael got to enjoy the meek effort to dislodge his jaws from around her. She pushed at his chin and palmed at his cheeks, but he went right on nibbling along, slurping and slobbering, engulfing her right down to the tits. Bumping his chin against those gave him slight pause.

Such a set was worth a good tease. He got his lower teeth on them and ever so carefully nibbled, making sure not to actually harm her. No, she needed to go in fully intact if he was going to enjoy her as much as he could. He managed to get a little whimper from her, though it was hard to say if that was fear or maybe a little bit of pleasure she couldn’t deny. Eventually his patience waned and his gurgling gut reminded him how good it was going to have a super smart big titty beauty stuffed inside him right along with his fighty first meal.

Another lunge had him sliding down the wall. He went ahead and extended his claws just to leave some deep grooves as he went, for no reason but to leave his mark upon that place. Gravity helped him overtake Jessie’s heaving chest, and there he stood with his mouth wrapped around her entire upper body, her head jammed down his pulsing throat. He ate and he swallowed, scooping his tongue between her thighs, lifting her ever so slightly off her feet with licks alone. She wiggled at that teasing, but then there came that rigid seizing up when he snatched her up and stepped back to sweep her fully off of her feet.

There was that helplessness he loved. She was so stiff she couldn’t even struggle. Her bust was bulging in his throat, and his tongue danced along her bare calves. Her heels fell to the floor and he licked her toes just to see if she would squirm, but he got no response whatsoever. Jessie was frozen. Maybe in awe, he liked to think. Either way, it worked for him. With a shrug-like motion, he sucked her down and forced her into that wet, hot confined space right along with Valorie. It was going to be a lot harder to struggle with one of her friends piling right on top of her.

The two of them were just going to have to sort out how to get comfortable in there. His gut sagged down even lower with that extra weight, but it was far from dragging just yet. He still had room. Sitting on his haunches for a short time, licking off his paws, prodding his gut, he revelled in the feeling of them getting all tangled and smooshed together by the eager squeezes of his digestive process. He was well on his way to ruining their outfits with all the juices pouring over their bodies. Simmering them and exposing them a little more with every moment had him rumbling with delight. Yet he couldn’t help but perk up when he heard other voices in the otherwise silent library. It was time to get stalking once more.

Creeping along was ever so slightly slower with all that meat inside him, but not even the audible gurgling coming closer tipped off his prey to his presence. He found them chatting away behind the door of one of the private study rooms. Pushing his head up close, he listened in just to get a sense of what he was dealing with.

“Oh my god.”

“I know right?”

“Like, you wouldn’t.”

“I would!”

“No way!”

Michael had no idea what they were on about, but he liked how many distinct voices he could pick out behind the door. Attacking and subduing four girls at once might have sounded difficult to any lesser predator, but he could only lick his chops at the thought of just how good they were going to feel all tightly packed inside his churning middle. All he needed to do was startle them enough to make them panic, and he was going to have ample opportunity to devour every single one of them. He wasn’t about to let a single person get away when he was that hungry.

The four of them had no idea. Molly, Anya, Phoebe, Julia - they carried on their chatter without so much as a hint that Valorie and Jessie were at that very moment being digested alive, right behind the closed door. None of them even turned their heads to look towards it when Michael nudged it open with his head. He took it slow, to draw out the big reveal of his huge, girl-stuffed form, but only when the door was all the way open did they actually notice him. The lion made sure to proudly present his still-squirming belly to all four of them, scanning over each in turn.

They all looked so delicious. Molly with her orange hair and her freckles, Anya with the jet black locks, Phoebe with the dye that made him think she’d taste like blue raspberry, Julia with the braids - that was a buffet for the still-hungry lion. He licked his chops and rolled his shoulders, loosening up for the fun to come, blocking the only door out of there in the process. There were no windows, no emergency exits. Being a distraction-free spot to study was the whole point of that quiet little room. If they wanted to escape, they were going to have to go through him.

He didn’t even give them a chance to try. Anya was in grabbing range. He made a swipe for her and knocked her on her ass, gathering her in with ease. When the others scrambled and ran around him long enough, he managed to trip up Julia too and drag her alongside her friend. That left Molly and Phoebe backed against the wall, pressed as close to it as they possibly could just to put slightly more distance between them and the ravenous lion. A shift in the contents of Michael’s stomach came with a heavy churn, squeezing in tighter and tighter around the two he was already digesting, squeezing them into a smaller space to make room for more fresh girl meat.

“Now, let’s see which one of you is the appetizer, and which one’s the main course.”

Michael made sure to rumble his words as much as possible to his prey, to make sure they [i]felt[/i] them before he went in for his slurps. He showed absolutely no mercy with the tingly texture of his tongue, licking them so firmly he was pulling buttons off a blouse and scratching at their skin to the point of overstimulating them. They squirmed as they were slathered from cleavage to forehead, bathed in lion drool that kept on raining down on them between licks, and meanwhile Michael was simply humming to himself, taking it all nice and casually.

When they struggled too much, he clapped a big paw down on their chests firmly enough to make them gasp. Resting on his haunches, looming well above, he leaned in closer and closer, breathing in their faces, opening and closing his jaws. From one to another he went, letting them look directly into the back of his throat. They got no help from their friends. The moment drew out longer and longer until he was drooling so much at the thought of filling up with them that he simply had to lunge. A big, diving [i]chomp[/i] looked like it should have been painful, but the end result was a third of Anya’s body in his mouth, safely sealed between his lips, not feeling one single poke of his fangs. He was good at what he did.

The reaction ran through his prey’s body just as it did through the others. They recoiled as Anya jolted back, but nothing was going to dislodge her from that mouth. Michael licked her just a few more times like that, then wrenched her up and into the air, swinging her legs around through the room with a few playful whips of his head. Her kicks knocked books and papers flying, toppled a chair, but he eventually got her secure once he started swallowing. Only when her cries started growing more and more muffled did someone actually [i]do[/i] something.

He was still pressing one paw down on Julia, but the others took the opportunity to grab one leg each. All he could do was chuckle, playing a little tug-of-war with nothing more than the power of his gullet. Pull as they did, nothing was saving Anya. He swallowed a little more of her with each gulp, dragging her friends along the floor, making them skid on their heels. Phoebe eventually lost her grip, flopping backwards and leaving Molly to stumble towards those deadly jaws, propelled by the sheer force of the lion’s powerful throat. He wasn’t about to let such an opportunity pass him by.

Curling a paw around the off-balance redhead, he reeled her in until she faceplanted right onto his tongue. He wasn’t even done swallowing Anya, but he had room for them both. Getting his mouth around Molly let him guide her head between her friend’s legs, making a chain of delicious meat to knead down his gullet. Squishing and squeezing on Anya’s curves for long enough, he eventually got Molly’s head into his throat as well, swallowing around both of them at one, sending them in to join the simmering jumble of limbs that was Valorie and Jessie.

His gut just got noisier the more he ate. With a paw tucked under Molly’s rump, he sped her long, jamming her in against Anya’s butt on the way down his throat. The other two, especially Julia, got a nice, detailed show of his gullet bulging around all the familiar shapes that were their study buddies. All it took was a few more slobbery gulps to pack Anya away with her friends, with Molly following closely behind. A press and a slurp at the redhead’s stockings and then her feet left her thoroughly basted and slicked up for the long, dark slide into the prey-primed gut that was all hot and prepped to convert her.

Michael got a whole lot heftier in not long at all. His gut was hanging all the way down to the floor from a seated position, squishing on top of Julia’s legs. The pinned student got to feel the chaos of all four bodies struggling at once, pushing against each other to keep from getting squished or smothered, battling their fellow prey as much as they did that kneading, [i]glorping[/i] stomach. Just because he was bulging with a quartet of delicious, intelligent, digestible ladies wasn’t about to keep him distracted from the beauty staring up at him from beneath his paw and belly.

“Looks like I was wrong. You’re [i]dinner.[/i]”

With that, he opened up, and [i]glomped[/i] Julia’s whole head in his mouth. With only one other meal watching him, and no chance of her escaping, he could take it a little slower. He made sure to make eye contact with Phoebe while he ate her friend slowly, seductively even. She didn't exactly look seduced with her eyes wide and her body flat against the wall as if to phase through it, but to each their own. He kept eating anyway, rocking right back on his haunches for balance so he could clutch Julia’s juicy body in both paws. Those curves were meant for squeezing, and he got some good gropes of her body, everywhere she was softest, before adding more of her to the grip of his throat.

A thundering rumble rose up within him once he felt him starting to hit that threshold. It was at the same time a pleasant purr-like noise as it was a rise in his digestive activity. He was getting close to that threshold, to that feeling of being so perfectly full that he could have slept for days, but he wasn't stopping. Not when those luscious students fit so perfectly between his lips and teeth, and stacked up so well in his stretched, wobbling belly. They were getting seriously cramped in there by then, with no help from his pumping, kneading stomach walls contracting all around them, but Julia was just going to find some room for her spit-soaked curves along with the rest of them.

Michael held some truly imposing eye contact with Phoebe while he polished off the last of Julia. A pair of legs framed by his fangs, descending into his open gullet was exactly the kind of show to make someone bolt. Phoebe saw her chance. All she had to do was try to leap around him, even if his increasingly stuffed bulk took up the entire door frame. To her credit, she came at him from an unexpected angle, even managing to climb over top of him for a moment while he was busy with the blissful final swallow of yet another meal. Yet even the weight of five women getting churned inside him couldn’t slow him down enough to let his dessert escape.

He only just snatched her before she broke into a run, tripping her up to make her fall flat on the floor. The thump of her crashing down might have alerted the others slightly, but he got a paw over her mouth before she could call out for help. Not that it would have saved her. But it might have forced him to eat her a little faster. With his gut so full, he needed a little time for that meat to settle, for the writhing group of five delicious college girls to churn up and soften down enough to give him room to move. In the meantime, he caught one of her feet between his lips and began to reel her in, inch by inch, while she tried to crawl away from the lion swallowing her whole.

“Mmm, not bad. Though you’re not quite as sweet as you look. I was expecting you to taste like ice cream, to be honest.”

A lunge of his jaws let him plant his paws down on her back, flattening her to the floor before she could crawl anymore. He gnawed a little, not biting her exactly but nibbling and squeezing with his jaws, really getting the flavour out of her while he was still working up bare legs. Scooping his tongue under her skirt to cushion and cradle her, he kept on going until he could get his tongue under her chest. He didn’t have to use his paw to muffle her when he could just slurp her on the face instead. Inch by inch she went, sliding down his throat despite her grasping at the air and slapping at the floor for purchase, trying to find anything she could do to pull herself from that slobbery cavern.

Instead, Michael slowly closed his jaws around her head, leaving only her hands sticking out between his lips. Back went his head, clutching her tightly to make sure she didn’t slide down too early. All that distraction, and he wanted to take the time to really enjoy a good, long gulp. He dragged it out for as long as possible to make sure Phoebe felt every inch of her body getting worked over by his throat, kneaded so deeply as to be almost crushed. She could hardly gasp, much less call for her friends. Most of them were already gathered below anyway.

Down she went in that wet, loud, luxurious gulp that rang out through the quiet library. Others definitely heard that, but how were they ever to know it was the sound of another one of their friends vanishing inside of an actual fucking lion? His presence there was as absurd as it was so very, very real, as Phoebe soon found as she descended to take her place atop a throne of her digesting friends. They were all still moving, still squirming enough to accept her among them, dragging her into the tangle of limbs and smooshing curves. Poking and prodding with a paw did little to help Michael tell one from another, but it was hardly going to matter when they were all used up, all churned down and added to his body after a long, messy overnight digestion session.

There were still other meals moving around the library. He could hear them, smell them, sense them. No matter how fat he was already going to get from all that meat inside of him, he still found himself flattening his whiskers with the deep slurps he gave to his chops at the thought of having even [i]more[/i]. First he was just going to have to get those girls to quiet down a little. He stretched out on his side, just outside of the study room he’d just emptied out, and took to kneading at his middle for a relaxing self-massage session. That was just the sort of thing he needed to get things smoothing over and shrinking down, compressing those curvy treats into a tighter and tighter shape. Soon they weren’t even going to be able to tell themselves from each other.

Those heavy rumbles rang out among the rows of books once he really got to churning them. He heard their occasional muffled cries to go with their ineffective squirming, but nothing could stop him from squeezing them down, compressing them tighter and tighter, softening them around the edges once he’d sufficiently ruined their clothes. Such cute outfits, from skirts to stockings to extra heavy duty support bras couldn’t stand up to a lion’s digestive acids. He was already ruining those fabrics and leaving them as a bundle of threads at the bottom of his loudly working stomach so he could get to work over the smooth, naked bodies of all those busty beauties. Such luck he had choosing to stalk the campus for a meal when so many gorgeous ladies were gathered all in one place.

He kept on kneading until he felt something give. It was impossible to say what, or who it belonged to. Someone was sinking in after an extended slow-cook in his acids, and bending in ways she wasn’t really meant to bend. Aside from a few muffled sounds, he couldn’t say for sure if they even objected that much to it. The flesh-silenced cries were barely apparent to him anymore beneath all the layers between his prey and the outside world. He kept right on stroking, marvelling at how smooth that bulge was getting already. By the time he got up, he was loudly sloshing with every step, jostling around what he’d already liquefied. There was still so much more to digest, but he’d made enough room for a little more food. Or maybe a lot.

Stalking wasn’t his greatest skill when he was making that much noise with his every step. He went ahead and casually walked along instead. His extra weight made him a prominent presence in the otherwise quiet building, but that didn’t tip off the prey he was stalking. Hearing voices, he crouched as low as he could, dragging his squirming, kicking, gurgling gut along as he snuck, observing his next meals from the history section. If anyone was listening he might have made a joke about how he was going to add them to those pages, but, alas, the opportunity had already passed by.

Kaycen might not have been Michael’s usual quarry, but just one look at the short-haired handsome boy had his belly rumbling all over again. More than it already was, of course. He sat there joking with Connor, who was exactly the kind of twink the lion loved to destroy when he wasn’t eating girls. That purple-haired femboy had him all but gnashing his teeth in anticipation. It was just the kind of thing to spike his aggression and get him moving quickly despite the weight he hauled along with his every stalking step. It was just enough for him to surge up behind Connor and [i]GLOMP[/i] that boy hard right in the middle of his sentence.

“So that’s when I told her - [i]HMMF![/i]”

That kind of sudden, shocking sight was incomprehensible to Kaycen at first. He didn’t even seem to react for several seconds, simply nodding along as if his study partner was still speaking. Only after Michael lunged downwards to jam more of that meal in his mouth and stuff his throat to bulging with squirmy little twink did Kaycen actually stand up. He looked more like he’d seen a mouse than a lion actively devouring his friend. A few glances around made it look like he was going to make a run for it, but he couldn’t just leave Connor behind to be eaten. Nor could he do much to help. The indecision had him standing there, neither backing away nor approaching, transfixed by the horrific sight of a big cat swallowing a soft, cute boy alive and rumbling delightedly about it.

Michael simply couldn’t take his time with a twink like that. It was impossible. He needed to jam his jaws over that girly body and devour him as fast as possible. It was a whirlwind of wet [i]glurks[/i] and huffing, growling, hungry lion feasting as Kaycen stood there, helplessly observing the big cat swallowing his prey so very quickly. The spit was flying, soaking through Connor’s clothes. That girly boy was so stunned by the ambush he didn’t even get his hands up in time to try to push the lion off of him. His arms ended up pinned by his sides, leaving him only to wriggle like he was trying to hula hoop his way out of Michael’s gullet, but that certainly didn’t stop him getting snapped right up out of his chair.

A brief flail, a bang of kicking feet against the desk, and Connor was gone. Michael tucked him away with a forceful application of his tongue to gather up every part of him that was still outside his mouth. A harsh shove, a powerful gulp, and he turned that throat bulge into further weight in his belly, shoved in to join all the ladies he was already digesting. What might have been a dream was much less pleasant once his girly frame was thoroughly soaked in digestive juices, and the great big lion was belching the scent of femmy guy in the direction of Kaycen. When he was done, Michael just sighed.

“And here I was hoping I’d have more room for your lady friends. You just had to go and be a witness now, didn’t you? I can’t have that.”

Michael rose up to all fours. For once, he wasn’t dealing with prey who was simply frozen by his mere presence. Kaycen had a chance to move while the lion’s latest meal was still settling in, getting squished up against all the slowly softening women inside Michael. He bolted. Rushing over to the nearby railing, he leaned over to shout to the floor below, as loudly as he could with his breath so short in his chest.

“Hey! There’s a fucking LIO -”

Down he went. Michael didn’t go for the head glomp, but instead tackled that boy like a gazelle. With his fangs locked around Kaycen’s neck from behind, he dragged him to the floor, wrestling with him, rolling about until he could plant that big fat gut on his back. What might have been a deadly bite if he squeezed down more tightly was instead just a possessive chomp, not even breaking the skin, but Kaycen was effectively subdued and silenced by it anyway. He didn’t even struggle. Not when he was in that much danger, with those teeth pressed right against his throat like he was nothing more than an animal for Michael to hunt down.

The lion eventually relented, but it was only so he could turn his prey over. Squishing that gut down on top of Kaycen brought out a [i]crunch[/i] of something breaking inside with all the extra pressure. They shifted and squished as he moved around, getting himself comfortable to lay on Kaycen like a blanket. All that warmth and weight was overwhelming for the handsome boy pushing and elbowing at the lion loudly digesting so many of his friends, right in front of him, leaving him with barely a whimper escaping his lips. Michael went ahead and took his first big lick.

“At this rate, I’m probably not even going to be able to move when I eat the final girl. This is really entirely your fault.”

A slap of tongue across Kaycen’s cheek turned his head to the side. The lion huffed and puffed in his face just to give him a good hint of the scent of his digesting classmates. Michael made a few playful lunges at the human’s face, just to see him flinch, and chuckled it off as if he was only teasing, as if he wasn’t already churning all but one of Kaycen’s friends to slop with every passing moment. Kaycen only needed to glance down to watch that gut shrinking, inch by inch, as the many bodies inside were sloshed and slushed, melted into indiscernible shapes - yet still kicking nonetheless, even the very first ones Michael devoured. It hardly looked like there was any room for more when the lion was already dragging his gut with every step, but Kaycen found himself looking into an open gullet nonetheless.

Michael took his time opening his jaws, really stretching out the big reveal. He loved how that boy whimpered. Such a nervous mess, as anyone should have been in his position, but he was especially cute by it. That was what made the lion take his time actually going for the big bite - but he was still somehow hungry despite the hundreds of pounds of meat inside him. Hungry for Kaycen, in particular, at that very moment. One good lunge of his head once he’d shown off his mouth enough got those amusing sounds going all over again, while that young man fought to pry a pair of feline jaws from his entire head. Michael let him try.

The frantic pawing and smacking around his muzzle didn’t bother him, of course. He took his time sucking on Kaycen’s face, really bathing that boy in drool, but that usual instinct won over once he’d tasted enough. Cute boys belonged in his belly as fast as he could possibly put them there. Kaycen got a little more time, a little more teasing simply by virtue of being so damn cute, but it was time for him to go home. Michael swallowed around his entire face and really brought the [i]mmmfs[/i] out of him, which only made him grin a little when he framed those shoulders in his jaws.

For half a moment, he thought he might have hit his limit. Swallowing a little more of Kaycen, he felt a little resistance, a little discomfort. It took some wiggling on his part to get his stomach to settle down. He laid himself flat like a sphinx, paws outstretched, and squashed his prey flatter against the floor. Another series of muffled sounds, another sloshy, juicy crunch of something that had once been solid, and he was good to go. Of course, all that shifting around brought some of the air out of that overfilled chamber, which left him wetly belching right in the face of the prey currently sliding down his throat.

He felt Kaycen flinch from the sound. It was about as loud as the lion’s roar from such a position. Michael was all laid out, practically in a sploot, back legs outstretched lazily with his tufted tail swishing all around. He could all but let Kaycen fall down his throat once he tilted his head back enough. The kicking and thrashing only made him slide down faster, helping work those kneading gullet muscles into shape, and send him delving down just as quickly as Connor did. He got acquainted with his study partner seconds later, shoved face first into some part of the squirming human, feeling his bare skin beneath his slowly melting, ruined clothes.

A few alligator-like tosses of his head to shrug that boy down his throat left Michael with a pair of legs descending between his lips once more. He snuck a few more licks on the way, but he wasn’t stopping that momentum for anything. It was only a few more swallows until he had to lift his haunches a little higher, arching his back to take his weight off his gut. Kaycen splashed down into the sea of bodies, joining into the hissing digestive process working over all the others, vanishing into the crowd from Michael’s perspective. The lion quickly lost track of who was who, taking the occasional stroke over what he thought might have been a bust or a butt just to feel how shapely they still were, while they lasted, admiring how pretty those bodies were before he claimed them.

A great big yawn escaped him, followed by another bellow of a belch. If there was anyone left to listen, they probably wouldn’t have just thought it was one of their friends being rude, not fuelling that eruption with their squirms inside the lion. He was sleepy, but he wasn’t about to conk out just yet, no matter how tempting that was. There was simply no way he could sleep when someone delicious was still walking around the library, totally unaware of everything that had happened. Her voice gave her away and sealed her fate all at once.

“Hey, I got the ... uh.” Autumn stepped back into the library with both arms full of various snacks and treats from the vending machines. Hauling all that stuff back on her own hadn’t exactly been easy, which left her a little annoyed when everyone seemed to have abandoned her. “Hello? Where’d everyone go?”

Getting up was a little laborious on Michael’s part, but he knew it would all be worth it. His gut was sticking out to the sides as well as dragging on the ground as he crept across the room to peer over the railing from above. There stood another pretty redhead, all alone, pacing as she looked for everyone Michael was churning down to nothing. He thought about climbing over and pouncing on her from above, but that was the kind of thing that was better reserved for times when he was several hundred pounds lighter. He wanted to surprise her, not make a pancake out of her. Instead, he cleared his throat and put on his best smart-yet-naive student voice.

“We’re up here!”

“What?” Autumn glanced up at the second floor where Michael was hiding, almost spotting him lurking in the shadows. “Who’s that? Kaycen?”

“Friend of his! He’s kind of busy right now.” He couldn’t help but grin wickedly when he saw his final meal falling for it.

“Oh, okay. Got snacks down here. Come get them if you want them. I’m not bringing them up to you!”

“That’s okay. Just need you, actually. Can you help me with something?”

“I mean, sure ...”

She was looking more annoyed and confused than anything. He was certain she had no idea what he had in store for her. Who could have ever predicted they were about to have their whole day ruined by a hungry lion? Lumbering slowly behind one of the shelves, he crouched himself down as best he could to lie in wait. His ambush was a little less stealth thanks to his constantly rumbling belly, but that didn’t stop Autumn from coming up the stairs to meet him. She moved slowly, cautiously even. Maybe she sensed something. The sound of her digesting friends was pretty indistinct, but Michael’s whole presence had a way of setting people on edge, even when he wasn’t devouring them. She still didn’t see him coming.

He took the time to align himself with a few wiggles once she was in his sights. Getting a good look at the pretty girl standing there so obviously, so vulnerable, so unaware of everything that was about to happen to her was the kind of sight he had to simply take in for a second or two. Then he struck. Moving that big body took plenty of muscular strength, but all that momentum meant the collision with her was devastating. She was absolutely flattened, knocked down hard and pinned beneath the bulk of the voracious lion. He made sure to keep her firmly in place with his great big belly pressed right down on top of her, squishing so firmly she could feel the outlines of the bodies simmering away inside him.

Her eyes were as wide as Michael’s grin. He simply laid on her for a time, neither of them speaking. She knew everything he was about to say, but he wasn’t about to deny himself the pleasure of saying it.

“Found your friends for you. Gathered them all up. Didn’t learn their names, but I’m pretty sure that’s all of them. Let’s see. There’s the hot one, the other hot one, the smart but also hot one ... “

He leaned in closer, which made her turn her head away. The patterns of drool raining on her made her flinch every time.

“Did a number on them by now with all the churning, but I’m pretty sure they’re still kicking in there. You might even still recognize them once I add you to the stew.”

With his tongue, he turned her head back to him, forcefully slurping her until she couldn’t help but stare directly into his mouth while he so smugly spoke to her helpless self.

“If I can make the room for you, anyway. I’m pretty exhausted after all the eating. Maybe I’ll just turn you into a pillow, let you feel them softening all night long.”

He demonstrated just how sleepy he was with a huge, jaw-stretching yawn. Bringing that closer and closer to her face eventually had him plant his tongue under her chin, keeping her right in place. All she could do was stare directly into the darkness of his gullet. He flexed it a few times for her, swallowing the saliva she was helping him make just by being there, and tasting so damn good. It was tempting to just keep pushing over her face from there, but he withdrew to keep up the teasing.

“I bet you’re all so smart. Probably would have gone on to do great things. But oops, you’re lion fat instead. Life’s not very fair, is it?”

One more toothy grin had him staring at her from an angle. This time, there was something more fiery in his eyes. It was more than just the playful dominance he’d been showing her. There was intense, feral hunger there. He might have been speaking to her, but he was still an animal, a brutal, ravenous beast who saw her as nothing more than meat, no matter how smart she was.

“I’m going to eat you now, and spend the night digesting you and all your friends into part of me. Sound good? Thought so.”

“Wait -”

Autumn spoke up like she was going to attempt some sort of last-moment negotiation tactics, as if she had anything she could have said to dissuade the lion from devouring her after he’d already made up his mind. Michael was tempted to let her try, but curiosity was far less powerful than hunger. He’d already engulfed her by the time she got to her second word. Muffled by the pillow of scratchy lion tongue pressed against her face, she could only get her hands up and grab him by the lower teeth, wrapping her fingers around his canines as if to pry his jaws open and escape. She was surprisingly strong for her size, he thought to himself while remaining entirely unimpeded by her efforts.

This one, he could really taste. There was no one to interrupt him for several hours before the first staff started wandering in. He worked his tongue along every single detail of her features until they were slathered numb by his repeated licks. Her clothes were in the way of him getting every single trace of her flavour, but he was drooling so thickly her outfit was all but translucent after some time spent inching into his mouth. He ruined her top and got his tongue on her bare skin, slurping along her breasts, teasing his way right into her cleavage, and the whole while her head was getting closer and closer to his gullet.

Just because he was taking his time didn’t mean he was gentle. As soon as he got his throat around her, he clamped down hard and didn’t let up. Her cries were weak already, knowing there was no one to hear her but her already digesting friends. They got even softer once she was all wrapped up, smothered in rippling flesh and getting slowly kneaded towards the lion’s waiting stomach. Michael’s gut clenched and lurched in anticipation. No matter much he’d eaten, he still wanted more, still absolutely rumbled inside at the thought of having Autumn all to himself. He would have started with her if he’d seen her.

She was still struggling, letting go of his jaws to instead flail and grope around at the empty air around the two of them, as if there might have been something she could grab onto to repel him. There was no anti-lion spray to be had, but she did eventually get her hands around the spine of a particularly thick book. Even Michael had to pause for a moment when whapped him over the head with it. It didn’t hurt, but it made him chuckle at her effort. He eventually headbutted it out of her hands and left the pages laying open beside her partly-swallowed body while he worked to get a mouthful of her breasts.

Those were perfect for squishing and squeezing tight while he pressed her back against the roof of his mouth. That shameless lion wasn’t there for anything but a meal, but he couldn’t help himself. They were just so soft, like the rest of her. Slathering her smooth body down to her belly, he subjected her to constant licks once he slowly worked her bust into his pulsing throat. Every swallow threatened to leave her surging all the way down in a single go, but he held back so he could feel every twitch, every rigid muscle uselessly working to exhaustion on the vague hope that she might get free. There was no hero coming to rescue her, no deus ex machina to keep her from sharing the churning fate all her friends were going through. Her future was wobbling on his flanks, or wherever she and all the others ended up once he was done converting them.

Up she slowly went, lifted from the floor with his lips gripping around her waist. He let her kick, and then he let her dangle when she was simply too exhausted, too defeated to keep going. The tip of his head to change her sense of gravity is what really sealed it. She wasn’t just being engulfed and massaged by a wet, slippery throat. Now he was finishing her off, sending her sliding smoothly along his tongue, flinching and twitching away from the stimulating stroke of each slurp, until he got his tongue curling under her shins. By the time she was almost gone, he had his head vertical once more, letting her simply plummet, just like he’d done to Valorie. Bookending his enormous feast with one more long, satisfying swallow was enough to make him moan with supreme, unequalled satisfaction. There was simply nothing like eating people, especially college girls.

Autumn used up some precious oxygen for one last cry, as if it was going to change anything. Soon her voice joined the chorus, partly drowned out by the hissing, sizzling active digesting going on in there. She found herself dunked down into the juices and the threads of everyone’s ruined outfits. Knowing the others mostly by feel, groping around to get a sense of who was in there with her only confirmed everything Michael had taunted her about. He ate [i]everyone[/i], packing the entire study group into his massively bloated belly. The bulge of his stomach, shifting and wobbling with the slowly fading efforts of everyone inside, was as big as the rest of him.

Michael pushed his paws against the floor, but he had to admit defeat when it was obvious. He couldn’t move. There was nowhere for him to be except right there anyway, flopping over onto his side to take some pressure off his gut. Not that it was any more comfortable for his prey. They were getting harshly squeezed and compressed by his stomach’s desperate efforts to return to its intended size, crushed and mangled by the sheer force of his digestive process. It took the entirety of his remaining energy just to keep churning them alive. He was asleep seconds after swallowing Autumn without so much as a final quip.

They heard his heartbeat slowing and the resonant sound of him snoring while he slept off his overeating. The walls were closing in. Everything got tighter and more oppressively humid the longer they lingered in a place not meant for anything but meat. He softened them a little more with every noisy churn, though things grew a little less aggressive once he was fully asleep. That just meant there was all the more time to let them feel themselves collapsing inwards, softening, slushing, losing all sense of their own details and which parts of themselves were their own. Close friends were getting even closer thanks to the extended process of melting down into one unrecognizable form.

Through it all, Michael’s belly continued to get smaller, shrinking down around the partly liquefied prey inside him. He was already getting fatter. By the end of the first hour, he was packing on the pudge, filling out his flanks and haunches with a squishy layer that made him look, perhaps, ever so slightly less deadly. It was hard to say who made up the most of it. Valorie had spent the longest inside of him, so maybe she was getting absorbed the quickest. Though the truth of it was, a little bit of every single one of them helped to thicken him and soften him all around the edges.

As the night rolled on, it was hard to say if anything in his gut was solid at all. He was very much asleep, but the ecstasy of digesting so much food flowed into his dreams, leaving him pleasantly grumbling to himself while he broke down the very last solid pieces of all those girls. And a few boys too. All the knowledge they’d been taking in, all the effort to keep their grades up and study as hard as they could was wasted in favour of satisfying the hungry lion. A few pops and crackles of remaining bones, stripped clean of meat, and there was nothing left to call human.

The light eventually began to stream in through the windows and on all sides of Michael, highlighting a golden pelt that was ever so slightly shinier all thanks to the additional nutrients he’d taken in. He tapped his tail on the floor and picked himself up ever so slowly. The first thing he noticed was how much more effort it took just to move. He liked that. It was enough to make him pace to the nearest window just to get an imperfect glimpse of his reflection. When that wasn’t adequate, he took to pawing around at all the places he was feeling so much heftier than usual.

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Thinking about those delicious students, all churned up into trophy weight for him to paw at had him swishing his tail. He was positively wobbling with his every step, carrying every single last one of them with him. The sun was rising and it wasn’t going to be long before someone showed up to start opening up. He couldn’t stand there enjoying being fat all morning. Before he could even think about going anywhere though, he was going to have to deal with all the extra weight he was still carrying with him - all that was left of the study group after an all-night journey through the lion’s digestive system.

Converted, destroyed, and claimed, everyone from Valorie to Autumn and all between was nothing more than a great big load of lion shit. That much was clear by the pressure Michael felt strolling over to a clear spot in the middle of the library floor, near where they had all gathered in the first place. He thought about finding something like a bathroom, or at least some grass to be a little considerate, but he didn’t feel like waiting. A squat, a grunt right in the middle of the room, and the lion gave a great big sigh of relief and satisfaction alike while he started squeezing out the former students right onto the floor.

It took some effort. Their bones had mostly been crunched and dissolved on the way through him, left as little more than some flecks that decorated the otherwise uniform mass of waste. Now and then though, he ended up pushing on something more solid, something that made him snort with the effort until an empty, filthy skull ended up on top of the pile, only to get buried in more shit. It could have belonged to any of them. He wasn’t about to guess when he’d never learned their names to begin with.

Michael was there for minutes, casually creating a mountain of digested students, leaving them all piled up in monument to his own gluttony. When he was finally done, he stepped forward, stretched a few times, and gave one more sigh. Admittedly, the relief flooding through him was ecstasy of its own. He didn’t bother to look back. That was some unlucky janitor's problem now. Instead he went bounding off to slip out of sight before anyone could find him lurking there, wobbling with every single step. All those bright, well-read leaders of the future ended up squandering their potential at the bottom of his gut, and the pleasantly plump lion couldn’t have been more satisfied.