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Within a massive sprawling room, a hundred or so people waited in one big line. Waist high barriers were corralling them towards a booth. Behind the booth were people in uniform handing out badges. Fursuiters, cosplayers, people of many shapes and sizes collected these badges. A furry convention, a place where many folks seeked community. It was an escape from the average day to day life.

Among the massive crowd were two fursuiters, a lemur and a chimera. A deep sigh ached from the tan chimera. Ahead of the two was an incredibly long line. Time certainly did them no favors, the pace of the people ahead of them didn’t increase by a single inch.

The chimera’s faux tan fur glistened brightly in the fluorescent lights. A maroon mane surrounded his fluffy head, teal eyes, teal horns, and snake tail. He tapped his foot as he looked toward the line.

“Ugh Kol, this line is taking forever. I want to eat, feed me. If you’re looking for a suggestion. My ass is always looking for more souls.” The chimera groaned. The large line in front of them was practically a sea of potential snacks. An insatiable growl roared out from the chimera’s tan tummy.

“Are you sure, Lynch?” Kol stood there for a moment and looked at that slender stomach. The lemur’s fursuit was far more cartoony, blue eyes, black faux fur, white face stripes and belly. A felt sunflower crown rested comfortably on his head.

A thought festered as gaze wandered towards Lynch’s ass. “Can someone seriously fit in there? Wouldn’t we get caught?” The lemur’s mind raced with a swimming set of thoughts. The ongoing train of thought brutally crashed into an ugly wreck as Lynch wiggled his butt. Seeing that fluffy ass made the lemur think of how it would look padded out. How perfect it would be if prey slid inside it.

Kol finally decided to stop thinking and he hurriedly grabbed the person waiting in front of the two. His fluffy padded lemur paw draped over their mouth. They desperately squirmed and writhed in his grasp. Lynch unzipped a strategically placed hole on his ass. Without hesitation the lemur hurriedly crammed that person between those cheeks.

In spite of the sheer vastness of people, no one spotted the carnal act of a full person vanishing into that hungry ass. The person’s muffled screams were followed by guttural boney crunches. The chimera’s twisting set of intestinal tubes broke down the person’s body. Imprints of the person’s screaming face bulged out from Lynch’s ass. All it took was one SNAP and his meal’s struggle ceased. Their life was ended by the chimera’s greedy insides, doomed to digest.

Lynch crossed his arms and sighed. “You’re gonna have to be a lot faster than that if you don’t wanna be next, Kol.” Those words had spewed a fire under the lemur’s ass. Kol rushed to the next person in line and shoved them inside the chimera even faster than before. Person after person. Anything with a pulse was rapidly churning into a boney broth. Innumerable droves of people were fatally denied access to the panels, to the convention, to ever seeing their friends again. All in service to slight padding on the chimera’s ass.

There were only a few folks left in front of them. Kol was panting from the intense flurry of folks he had so casually crammed up the chimera’s ass. The lemur saw a familiar fursuiter closer to the booths. A tall toony red panda with emerald eyes, wearing a green apron, and had scruffy brown hair.

“Tokens! It’s good to see you! We uh…got here a lot faster than I was expecting. How are ya buddy!?” Kol’s ragged breath was cut short, the panda turned around and charged in for a tight hug. Gasping, the lemur patted lightly against the red panda’s faux fur.

“Kol! Lynch! Oh my god! This line has been taking forever am I right!? Wait…where’s everyone else? I was just realizing how oddly quiet it’s been. It’s a Friday, folks should be funkin’ and yet…silence. What did you two do?” The red panda let go of the lemur and looked around.

“I got hungry and Kol fed me people like the good boy he is. Didn’t you, Kol?”

“I uh, yeah you caught me red handed, I didn’t really have that much choice in the matter. I haven’t been to a convention in ages. Didn’t want him to snuff me out.”

“I practically heard you blushing as you shoved them in, Kol. Don’t fib to him, you liked seeing ‘em die.”

“Wah! Those were living people, with hopes and dreams, aspirations and you just snuffed them out!? That’s so…so…hot. You two really are my favorite monsters, you know that?” Tokens said with a lustful slur. His hands moved towards the chimera’s gut and circled his paws around the tan stomach. The red panda’s plastic claws kneaded into the lifeless flab.

“Heh. If you like my stomach that much maybe you should join it. Or if you prefer, feed me the rest of the people in line.” Lynch put his hands on his hips and leaned forward. Tokens took one of the people waiting in line and crammed them into the chimera’s jaws.

Their body vanished into that gulping abyss. There wasn’t even a visible bulge of their body from the outside. Not so much as scream bellowed from the bulging shapes. It didn’t stop at one person, the two kept shoveling in the remnants of the line until the three of them reached the front desk. The once massive room now borderline vacant.

Several volunteers behind the booth had their jaws agape, staring at the three murderers. Kol casually walked up to them and chuckled. That suiter loomed over them. His plastic claw nubs tapped along the counter.

“I’m Kol, that’s Tokens, and he’s Lynch, you best find our badges. We might be walking graveyards but it’s not nice to ghost a con. So, best hurry up, tasty.” Kol chuckled softly. He watched the person shudder at those threatening words.

They frantically looked down at the box in front of them and fanned through countless badges. Their fingers wobbled and twitched, each card blending in with the other. Even with it being categorized by letter they struggled to find the badges. Finally they fished out the three badges and tossed the pieces of plastic onto the counter.

Kol snatched up his badge and stuck it on his suit. “You’ve served your purpose well, snack. Hope you enjoy being food. Or don’t, I find it fun when they scream.” His hand grabbed the person from behind the booth and effortlessly hoisted them into the air.

“Oh god please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die!” They thrashed fruitlessly in the lemur’s grip. In a swift motion they were dunked down into Kol’s eager gullet. Screams silenced by walls of flesh. The enveloping esophagus was muggy and suffocating. The lemur’s gut filled out with the sagging shape of his hapless victim. Their outlines were desperately attempting a sense of escape. Yet the lemur’s disposition didn’t change as they churned.

Kol patted his stomach and let out a loud BWUUARRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! The squirming within his gut grew weaker. Eventually his prey went still from the lack of air. Flesh and bone mulched down into a stomach soup and it all blended into more taut padding on that suit. The lemur handed the two badges to Lynch and Tokens respectively. “Come on fellas, let’s clear out the rest of the witnesses.” Kol chuckled, he looked towards the other people behind the booths.

Tokens eagerly grabbed one of the volunteers. He stripped off their shirt, nabbing a souvenir. In an equally swift motion he packed the person into his jaws. Each gulp made fursuit jaws move almost as if the suit itself was swallowing the person whole, His prey’s panicked bulges squeezed tightly down his gullet. Each greedy gulp was followed by a groan of delight from the pleased panda. Tokens 'already pronounced paunch had further expanded into a bulging belly.

The red panda’s prey fought desperately for survival. They screamed at the top of their lungs. All it took was a GRRNCH! The boney shapes of his motionless meal were slightly visible amongst his fluff. “Oh god I’ve been needing that for hours. It was one hell of a plane trip! Heh, I remember a few of the passengers. I really should’ve eaten more of them. Oh well! Thanks for padding me out sweetie, you had a cute red panda shirt, I just HAD to!” That red panda patted out his gut as a few churning snaps followed it. One person remained behind that booth.

Kol and Lynch eyed up the remaining snack. Tokens despite having eaten, his growling, aching, and beckoning boney gut told him it wasn’t nearly enough. Now all three preds had their gaze affixed to the terrified prey. The lemur was the first to move and snatched them into his paws. Tokens took his chance and yanked the person out of Kol’s paws.

“Hey I was about to eat that ya know!” Kol and Lynch nearly said in unison before the red panda gobbled down the remaining witness. Tokens' meal had become nothing more than bulges tucked tightly in the greedy esophagus. After a few gulps that lively lump plopped into that mulching boneyard of a belly. Token gently cradled his gut, sighing softly.

That toony red panda grinded his squirming stomach onto Kol’s face. Each slosh taunted the lemur. “Mmmn, sorry hun, that sweetie looked far too tasty! You could reach for them if you wanted to! I wouldn’t mind feeling you die along with them. I might even cum a little.” That sultry voice taunted and teased the lemur about an acidic fate.

Kol listened to each crunch and crack. The prey’s screaming voice was muffled under so many layers of flesh. A sickening thought of flesh melting off, of their body being stripped for a mere carnal desire made the lemur shudder. “You steal my meal and then taunt me with a similar fate? That’s just far too cruel. Perhaps we should have a little contest. What do ya say? I want to show off too, you two can’t have all the fun of mulching down cute people!” The lemur put his hands on his hips, pouting softly.

Lynch simply shrugged ambivalently at the suggestion. Tokens tapped his chin at the thought. “What did ya have in mind? Did you want to see who can digest food faster or something like that!?” That red panda nearly said with excited glee. His squirming gut ceased struggling, that lifeless pudge wobbled. Bones crunching, pumping through his tight insides.

“Mmmn, that does sound like a good challenge. I think it would have to be between you and I. Sorry Lynch, I know you’d beat us in a heartbeat. I saw how quickly you snuffed out this entire room, it’d be no contest.” Kol crossed his arms and looked at his fluffy friend. Tokens bounced back and leaned in towards the lemur.

“You think I am not equally fierce then? Well, I’ll just have to show that this wah can destroy a cute man faster than you can!” Yet another smug churr crept from the toony maw of that suiter. That bubbly voice taunted, dared, welcomed a retort of some sort.

Kol stood there for a moment and chuckled. “Hmm let’s up the stakes a little, sweetie. Whoever wins obeys the other without question. Feeding them, worshiping them, whatever their mind desires.” Each word filled with wild murmurs, teasing that red panda. The lemur’s stomach growled with desire.

“You’re on buddy, I can’t wait to show ya just how quickly my guts can snuff out some cute men. Mmm, having you at my beck and call will be a nice little bonus too.” That sultry tone slurred out with such pride. Grinding back into the lemur’s gut feeling it with his paws. “Imagine it, hun, you being all mine, all this fat, all of your life belonging to me.” A coo rumbled through the fursuiter’s jaws.

Kol huffed gently at the thought. However, he stayed firm in his resolve as he headed out of the room. “You’re far too ahead of yourself my dear wah. You haven’t seen my guts do work in quite some time. Perhaps you have forgotten how quickly I can turn a person into a mulched up corpse.” That wily tone trailed off as the lemur was now inside the hallway. Tokens hurried close behind. Lynch followed the two at a more relaxed pace.

The three all met at a bridge that led to the main hotel. Further down the bridge were two fursuiters chatting amongst each other. A purple cat and a green raccoon both lost in conversation. Kol wandered over towards the raccoon. An ominous growl rumbled from his fluffy belly.

Tokens wandered over towards the purple cat. That red panda didn’t hesitate to grab them and start gulping down the hapless feline. Kol’s throat was already crunching down the green raccoon into his tight stomach. His fluffy black belly sagged.

It was nearly simultaneously that the two fursuit's plump pudge wobbled out. Their prey weakly writhing in vain. Chyme started pumping into those caustic chambers, acids harmlessly sinking inside those suits. Their muffled screams grew as the juices seeped into their skin.

Kol pushed his gurgling gut into the red panda’s belly. Grinding his prey down, a loud SNAP popped from the layers of flab. That black fluffy padding went still, no more raccoon, nothing more than meat to mulch. “Heh, looks like that raccoon is a goner. Though they’re still bubbling away into fat. Do you wanna concede? That cat of yours is still smelting away. There's no shame in giving in, hun.”

Tokens' eyes widened as he desperately pushed down on his gut. “Come on sweetie, die for me. Be a good kitty and digest for me. Prove this cocky lemur wrong and break down already.” The red panda massaged his stomach. He was hoping to hear a pop, a crack, a crunch, a snap. Yet there was no such sound. The cat desperately attempted to thrash and scream, trying to escape that acidic confinement to no avail. In comparison, the lemur’s meal was churning faster into a meaty stew.

Eventually with a sickening crunch, Tokens' meal crumpled into a lifeless lump of meat. Kol belched out an acid bleached fursuit head. Inside the mask was a skull and a partially melted badge. That sight made the red panda stand back, realization started to sink in. The lemur was already done with his meal. The red panda’s gut was still stewing over his smelting snack.

“I-is he gonna be okay? Do you get it? He's uh, dead. Please don’t eat me sweetie. I could do something more useful than being a corpse right?” Tokens 'breath nervously shook. Meanwhile his stomach finally churned that cat into bones.

Kol merely stood there and watched that red panda’s gut go to work. He let the silence drip into the room. That long waiting, anxious silence made the poor panda shudder. The lemur walked forward and Tokens cowered before him.

The lemur rubbed his fluffy paws over the shuddering fursuiter. “My my, you’re rather presumptuous. Death is a rather beautiful thing, is it not? I constantly stare at my stomach. I think about how I make the reaper’s job effortless. My graveyard. My stomach is a sweet embrace. In essence every person churned is a testament to my deep love for life. Preserving their existence as flab. However, you’re the main course. I shall not kill you, yet. Perhaps not even at this con. That is, if you do a good job serving me.” The lemur’s calm composure flowed words together like a fine silk. Yet it knit together such a sickening sentiment. Each word threaded together in the red panda’s mind.

Tokens wobbled at those words. Each one sinking inside as his gaze didn’t leave the lemur’s interlocking sight. “You know, you have one hell of a silver tongue, sweetie! Well uh, it's a relief I probably won't die tonight!” That huffy voice of his couldn’t mask what he was feeling behind the mask. The red panda’s hands massaged and felt against the lemur’s gut. “I’ll be more than happy to feed you, I’ll be good for you.” Tokens’ hands circled into the lifeless heft, feeling the boney outlines of the raccoon.

Lynch crossed his arms and looked at the two. “What now? Are we going to clear out this con or what?” The chimera looked towards the end of the bridge. That bright brilliant glow of the convention welcomed the three forward. A true feast was practically beckoning to them.

“Come on hun, let’s go kill some people. You better feed me good, I want my stomach to drag across the floor.” Kol caressed the red panda’s brown hair. His digits wrapped around Tokens' head and pulled it in. That gurgling gut smushed right against the panda’s face.

Tokens’ stammering breath all but confirmed it. His hands kneaded into that gut as he nodded. Standing up he looked towards that bridge. “This gut of yours can mulch so many men. Let's get going, I wanna see you crunch ‘em, sweet leem.” Tokens huffed hotly.

“Heh, so we’re gonna clear out at least a thousand or so people within the next couple of days? That really shouldn’t be too hard. You seem more than eager to help, don’t you, Tokens?” Lynch moved in towards the two and pushed his flat pudge against the red panda. The red panda was firmly squished into the lemur’s pudge. He let out a muffled groan of surprise. Those two murder cauldrons squished into his head. “Mfff…” Was all he could muster.

Kol snickered at the thought of having Tokens like puddy in his paws. “Mmm, come on dear, you gotta speak up. You’re still a person, you’re not meat yet. Let us hear how eager you are to hear my gut pummel prey into a lifeless belly soup. Made into a broth of sinew and snapped bones. There won’t even be anyone left to discover it. After all, a good pred always swallows the evidence. Don’t you agree?” That giddy voice was utterly filled with such cruel inflection. The lemur’s flabby belly muffled the properly squished Tokens.

“I uh, yes hun I’d love to feel your belly murder more people. Please turn them into more of your perfect body. I want to rub and squeeze every inch of your pudge. I want to drop them down into your gullet. I want to hear them scream and fight for their lives.” The red panda’s fluffy digits circled around that big gut. He started squeezing the sagging lemur’s heft eagerly. A few gurgled groans ached from the lemur’s paunch.

“Mmm, let's end this con. One snack at a time.” Kol motioned for the panda to follow as he headed through the doors leading to the main hotel. Many rooms surrounding the three were closed shut. They continued to wander in search of an open room.

Tokens scratched the back of the head. “I know we're all gung ho about this but I’m mostly gonna pick off only a few at first. I typically prefer to be more intimate with my meals! So I hope it’s okay I don’t have as high a body count as you two.”

Lynch shrugged. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, eat who you want. I’m not holding back, I’m rather peckish.” That chimera headed towards an open door he had spotted. Kol nodded and looked at the red panda. That lemur patted his head gently.

“While I won that silly bet. I want you to eat as much as you can stomach. We've all got a prey limit. Well, I’m not sure if HE does but most preds do, heh. Explore yourself. No one here will judge you for your indulgence. Well, your prey might, heh.”

The three moved in towards the open door in the distance. A good number of people were already heading inside. There was a sign that read: ‘The Beauty of Life: 12pm - 1pm’. So many unsuspecting prey funneled into the panel. Kol, Lynch, and Tokens headed inside the room, their stomachs groaning hungrily.

A few folks excitedly looked at the three fursuiters wandering about the isles. Tokens headed over towards a husky fursuiter. Those words that Kol had said reignited his desire to consume. Especially because of how cute that husky looked.

That suiter waved towards the red panda. Tokens eagerly sat next to the husky. “That stomach of yours is causing quite the fuss! Remember the 621 rule!” That husky playfully teased the red panda. In a flash his toony jaws slipped over the husky’s head! A muffled yelp escaped him as he thrashed wildly in the panda’s grip. “Mphh! It was just a joke!” Even as the husky yelped, not a soul had heard him. The walls of flesh encasing his body perfectly muffled his struggle.

Bulging down that gullet the husky kept yelling for help! To his fortune there were a few seated that had seen what happened. Much to his misfortune, none were courageous enough to save the helpless husky. Some were frozen from the sight of a person being eaten alive. A few witnesses tried to flee towards the door. Kol caught those that tried to run and swallowed them down with efficiency.

Tokens' taut tummy sagged with the suiter’s squirming shape. Greedily he grabbed a nearby onlooker. That squirming, screaming gut rubbed against their face. Each imprint pushed against the red panda’s next meal. With a blood curdling CRUNCH the motion in his gut ceased, that poor husky snuffed out with ease. The person pinned by the panda was forced to hear that agonizing cry before a gurgling silence.

That greedy red panda unzipped his strategically placed hole and shoved the person up his ass. His compact colon tightly slurped up their head like it was nothing. Neck, torso, legs, their body slithered into the tight confines of that horrid rear. A crunching sound followed, that meal condensed into a mushed up, lifeless, mass of meat and bone. His meal crawled back up into the stomach to share the same fate as that husky before them.

Meanwhile Kol continued to grab the folks hurriedly heading towards the exit and stuffed away their hopes of escape. Hands outreaching for help before being gulped down into an encroaching abyss. The panelist was frozen by fear. They watched people eager to listen in on the joys of life experiencing agonizing death. Each agonizing crunch was more visceral than the last. All they could do was whimper quietly, trapped in place.

Lynch had swallowed down every last person on the right side of the room. His stomach was practically a holding chamber for his meals. Their squirming bodies pressed against each other. Those twenty something meals barely made an outline. Unidentifiable bulges screaming, mulching, churning. Several CRUNCHES and CRACKS ached from that gut, several screaming voices grew quieter by the moment. Lynch squeezed on the skulls pumping through his intestines, feeling them pop and churn.

From a once full room were now three predators filling themselves full. Kol’s gut was even bigger than before, The left side of the room was looking even more vacant. Tokens' rotund figure shared a similar story of packed away prey. Those guts worked tirelessly on mulching their meals into flab.

Tokens wasn’t yet sated, he reached for a survivor cowering under a chair. He crammed them waist deep into his hungry rear. He moaned as they fought fruitlessly against his much fatter ass. That meal was smashed into a similar fate, their lifeless body doomed to digest.

A twisting thought aroused the red panda. He knew that there couldn’t be a single bit of evidence left. That single remaining panelist was the evidence. A witness who bore some sense of purpose. A purpose that Tokens could snuff out. That panelist was not some meager meal but a person who had dedicated themselves. Tokens wanted to cut that short, utterly smash any sense of hope into a creamy load. His cock began to twitch at the thought. The red panda bolted from the seats.

That ravenous wah headed up towards the stage. In a near instant he unzipped the strategically placed hole on his crotch. Showing the panelist his cock before shoving them headfirst down the greedy shaft. Their body was crushed down by Tokens’ tight urethra, twisting and crunching with each pulse. Slurped down into those now hefty balls. The plump nuts clenched back and forth, morphing that bulge into red panda spunk. A sheer sense of euphoria, reaching a splattering conclusion on stage. The panelist converted into a mere pool of semen on the ground. Tokens huffed at the rapid aftermath he had produced.

“See, sweetie? You did get to learn one of the few joys of life. Becoming part of something, no, someone better. Aren’t ya happy I killed ya!?” That panda cooed softly to himself. There was no person to speak to, just a batch of jizz bubbling in his nuts.

The entire room was empty except for the ever ravenous predators. Their bellies were full of snacks. They looked at each other and swiftly left the panel, their hunger wasn’t sated. They craved more. A deep desire had only been fueled further by the prospect of more prey.

The nearby bustling sound of people stirring their hunger. Each step from the three preds was followed with some sort of slosh, churn, or gurgling groan.

Lynch prioritized gulping down whoever entered his grab range. It was a macabre display, those lively squirms in his gullet turning to lifeless chimera pudge.

Tokens received a notification on his phone. An invitation to a room party. The red panda nudged Kol and whispered the promise of a feast. The two of them headed off towards the party while Lynch explored the main hotel.

The chimera looked at people like a buffet line, many screaming faces sent down to a wet and caustic grave. However, he stopped for a moment at the sight of someone far bigger than himself. A massive elephant fursuiter, their bulky frame stared down at the chimera.

“You know, I’ve seen you eat those people and I must say. I’m a big fan of the special effects you’re pulling off! Do you have a trap door in there or something? Smoke and mirrors? What’s your setup and how do you manage it?” The inquisitioning elephant prodded the chimera’s gut.

“You know, I should show you. The trick is really simple. I think you’ll even pick it up rather quickly.”Lynch had to lean on the tips of his paws to reach the elephant fursuiter’s fingers. Grabbing the massive meal with a bit of strained effort. Their entire arm took up the space within the chimera’s jaws as he gulped it down.

The elephant’s broad shoulders scraped against the roof of the chimera’s plush maw. His body twisted toward the floor, all of his weight shifting towards Lynch’s esophagus. “H-hey! What in the world is this!? How are you doing this?”

There was only one response, another gulp. Unlike other meals, the chimera’s throat bulged out with their massive shape. The elephant’s head squished inside, his cries silenced by the compact walls of flesh. His meal could feel his bones creak from the sheer clutch and pull of that throat.

The elephant’s belly soon reached the peak of the chimera’s maw. It wobbled and bounced with each eager gulp. After a few strained slurps the elephant spilled out into the chimera’s gut. Lynch’s paunch was different for a change, that big guy bulged out that tan heft.

The chimera couldn’t stop at claiming such a big prize. He crammed prey left and right into a fleshy abyss. Many prey stacked atop the elephant’s gradually churning frame. Each person packed in like peanuts, uncomfortably interlocking.

It caused him a bit of a fuss to carry around that newly added heft but the chimera kept cramming away prey. Lynch’s tan tummy was huge for a moment. That moment wasn’t long lived, that big belly was shrinking. It was forming back into its previously slim shape. Guttural crunches and cracks, screams into silence. A bubbling belly now a mass grave while the chimera prowled along the convention. His search for his next fill was insatiable.

Meanwhile Kol and Tokens had reached the upper floor of the hotel. “We’re really gonna be the death of the party, eh Tokens? Hopefully we’re not too early.” Kol nudged the panda. They casually walked down the doors until they found it, room thirty four. It matched the notification the red panda had received.

Kol opened the door to the sight of several shirtless men. Some had harnesses on, others wearing a fursuit head. Many had red solo cups full of alcohol.

“Tokens! You brought a friend? Well, as long as he’s chill he can come inside.” A chubby deer fursuiter stood near the entrance into the room as he greeted them.

“How about you come inside me, buck.” Kol moved in towards the deer and placed his hands on their shoulders. They moved back trying to escape his tightening grip. He swiftly gulped the deer down, that throat bulging out with the fursuiter’s shape. Each slick swallow filled out rather quickly, before his stomach filled out with another snack. “Mmm, I always love the taste of deer, very regal and refined. Feed me the rest of your friends, Tokens. I wanna be immobilized for a few hours.”

The red panda went inside the room and grabbed a person wearing a slicked back hat. It didn’t take very long for him to shove the person in front of Kol. “You’re seriously gonna get fat my friend…” Tokens removed the person’s hat. “No cap!” An audible sigh escaped from the person’s lips.

“Guess they die learning how you Frankenstein linguistics together, bud.” Kol chuckled softly. The red panda crammed the person inside Kol’s maw. It only takes a handful of gulps to fill out his stomach further. Two squirming snacks pressed against each other.

Tokens didn’t stop. No matter how many people struggled in his grip they were all fed into the gluttonous lemur. Kol’s gut kept expanding in size, his fluffy belly was more akin to a writhing mass. There was not a single person left in the room except for himself and Tokens.

A mountain of groaning faces, people squirming against each other. The lemur’s stomach sizzled down so many snacks. Enamored with that lively stomach, Tokens circled over each defined outline. All those people gradually broke down.

At first it was a gentle simmer, a sting plucking away at the prey. As time chugged onward it grew worse for the unwilling prisoners. The all encompassing flesh squeezed tighter and tighter. People’s arms snapping and twisting, legs bending farther than the muscles could withstand. Tokens pressed his head against that gut, listening to it destroy so many lives.

“Mmm, do you like that sound hun? Keep rubbing, you’ll hear them scream soon enough.” Kol’s gut practically complained about how overstuffed it was. Each grumbling gurgle grew louder with each passing moment. The red panda listened in close to hear the prey scream and cry. “Can you hear some of them say, I don’t wanna die?”

Tokens whimpered and nodded as he could hear some of their cries as he listened in close. Some of that flesh was turning into bone, those softer bulges became rigid. The panda could feel a few skulls starting to form. Yet there were plenty still churning away. It was so tightly packed that it was no wonder that there were some that tried to make it out. Yet no amount of squirming from the lemur’s gut saved a single snack. That belly sack squeezed down on his meals. GRNCH! CRRRSNAPP! CRACK! CRUNCH! It was a cacophony of destruction.

A belch billowed through the lemur’s jaws. BUWWAARRRPPPPPPPP! A boisterous belch, several skulls, arms, and broken rib cages blasted out of his maw. That fursuit patted his taut stomach. Feeling the fat start to settle in. “My my, how rude of them to leave so early. A few are still kicking.” Even with that blender of a belly, some writhed weakly after that horrid belch.

Tokens huffed and pushed against that big belly. “You’re such a lovely murderer, ya know that? You break them down so beautifully.” The red panda murmured softly. “Think they’ve got much longer in there?” He patted the gut curiously.

A caustic rumble bubbled from the lemur’s big belly. “Mmm, maybe a few more hours. I think I’ve really overdid myself this time. I can barely move my legs. I really did immobilize myself, eh!?” Kol chuckled softly, feeling his stomach shrink ever so slightly.

A few hours of stomach rubbing later and there wasn’t a single trace of life left in that round pudge. It wiggled and jiggled wildly as Kol circled over his faux fur. That black fluff was certainly stretched out to its limit. “This was an amazing party huh?”

Tokens started picking up belched up badges and fancied them around the lemur’s neck and head. “It certainly was heh. I think you should honor the memories of them. Don’t you? I mean after all, they really can’t be identified from the layers on your hips. You’ve got some serious cake, a whole damn baker’s dozen. Dat ass certainly is fat.” Tokens patted that taut tummy playfully. Another burp blasted from the stuffed lemur.

“I don’t think I could eat another bite, sure, I’ll honor em. Maybe I’ll even text some of their friends. Tell them that they served their purpose in life. Their destination in life was my hips. It wasn’t a long journey but I made it worthwhile.” Kol murmured as he struggled to move. After a bit of effort he began to get out of the hotel room. “So do you think Lynch managed to clear out the co-”

Opening the door led to quite the display. Every single other hotel room was wide open. Not a single soul was present in their rooms. There were bones as far as the eye could see! Several rooms filled with cum splatters, bones, discarded shirts, empty fursuits. Looking upwards showing a similar sight. The sheer amount of death on display was incalculable.

It was an utter display of sheer gluttony. Indulgence on a scale that couldn’t be mustered into words. The convention was utterly quiet. Not a single person was making a sound. The air was almost cold. That long silence carried itself through the air.

Kol and Tokens were utterly awestruck at the sight. They looked around for their friend. For the man behind such an unfeasible feast. So many souls now lost to a single chimera.

Standing at ground floor was Lynch, twirling skulls with his fingers. Strutting about casually. There was an insurmountable number of badges clinging to the faux tan fur. It was almost comical how many hundreds of badges struggled to stay on.

Kol shook his head and headed towards the stairs. He huffed with each sloshy step. That lifeless belly bounced. It broke the silence and yet Tokens was still staring. Eventually he followed the lemur downstairs to meet up with the chimera once more.

Lynch waved towards the two and rubbed along his silky stomach. “Oh hey you two! I didn’t really leave much more for you two. I cleared out the dealers, the game room, almost every room. Saw you two on my spree. You look really cute by the way, Kol. I'm still feeling pretty peckish. How are you two holding up?”

“How in the world are you still feeling peckish!? Are you a bottomless pit or something? You ate what, thousands of people? You never cease to amaze me, Lynch. Sorry you didn’t get to eat much, Tokens.” Kol looked towards the red panda.

“Are you kidding me!? It was incredible getting to see yall go to work! This was an amazing con, thanks to both of you! Let’s take a photo, I want us all to remember this.” Tokens grabbed the two. The three squeezed together in the frame. SNAP! That photo was kept between the three, a symbol to the end of a convention.