Howe Vignette
A vignette for Howe! Somewhat based on this series:https://twitter.com/Haus_Edge/status/1056532211313238019
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3611 Francis Avenue. The home of one Marcus Debalier, college student and frat king. The address had a long history of being home to the wildest, most absurd parties on campus - and that is exactly what was happening tonight. It was Halloween, after all; the entire purpose of the holiday was to get plastered and have fun, at least, if you weren't a kid. And that is exactly what was happening in Debalier's house, much to his delight.
Unfortunately, somebody else wanted to party.
That person was Jean. The heavyset rabbit girl was infamous on campus as well, but in her own special way; Namely, her appetite was insatiable. Whenever she showed up to a party, all the refreshments were going to be gone in a few minutes time...as well as the guests. Yes, she had a taste for more than just party snacks and pop; In fact, she preferred live meals to those other snacks. And she was en route to the biggest halloween party on campus.
Of course, Marcus knew about Jean's reputation. She surely wasn't going to invite her, and the lion had placed many traps around his property to keep her away. He even went so far as to station a few bouncers outside of his house, big beefy ones as well, just to make sure she didn't get even close to the door.
They went first.
The rabbit bounced her way down the street, the cover of dusk helping her to not attract any attention. She first tried to just casually walk past the bouncers as if they weren't even there, like she belonged there. But before she could get past them, one of them jammed their arm out in front of her and stopped her dead in her tracks. "S'cuse me miss, but I need your ID to see if you're on the list."
She calmly turned to look at the doberman, sizing him up. He was big and imposing, for sure, but Jean had more than enough weight of her own to throw around. She could take him. "Sure, just a second..." she said.
And then she opened wide.
The bouncer barely had enough time to react before his head was stuffed deep into the rabbit's throat. Jean took no time to taste him, just getting an iron grip on his chest before swallowing deep, sucking a good third of his body inside of her. She felt the other bouncer try to tackle her, a smaller, but still strong tiger, but she casually knocked him to the ground -hard- with just one swing of her arm, the tiger making a punchy thud as he landed on the pavement beneath him. Jean took two more wet, loud, imposing gulps, and then the bouncer was gone. Just a jiggling, struggling, screaming belly, on a satisfied - but not satiated - rabbit.
Jean thumped at her stomach a few times as she walked past the incapacitated tiger. "Thanks for the snack, nerd..." She said to both her belly and the tiger as she made her way to the door. She could peek through the windows to see the party was in full swing; plenty of drunk, tasty frat boys inside, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to them. The rabbit could just casually open up the door and start slurping down people; but she preferred to make her entrance as theatrical as possible. It WAS Halloween, after all. So instead, she took a deep breath before plowing straight through the oak door, announcing to all that she had arrived:
"JEAAANNN'S HEEERE..." she shouted as the door smashed open. The party guests were packed into the living room of the house like sardines, ripe for the picking. A few of them turned towards Jean immediately and started to panic, but the music was loud enough for most of the guests to not really notice anything initially. Panic started to spread throughout the crowd, though, as Jean casually plucked people right off the floor, their screams being quickly silenced by a wet, throaty swallow. Her quickly-expanding gut bowled people over as she tore through the packed crowd, snatching up guest after guest and gulping them down in the most casual manner possible. It had only been a few minutes since she had arrived, and she had already put away at least 10 wiggling, drunk snacks, and her appetite was nowhere near sated...
One person that did notice Jean as soon as she arrived, however, was Martin. His eyes widened as soon as she plowed her way through the door, and he uttered a throaty "fuck!" as he quickly abandoned his conversation and fled upstairs. He could hear the rabbit feasting below him as he climbed the staircase, and for a moment he felt bad; but it was survival of the fittest around here. They did themselves in by being so close to the door. He was just going to have to escape out one of the upstairs windows, and fast.HUuuuUUUUUuuuurrrrrrpppp....
Jean hefted up her immense gut and felt the weighty sloshing of the 30+ guests she had devoured inside of her. She could barely move, and she had to constantly lean back lest she collapse onto her swollen stomach and be unable to move for the next 6-8 hours. She had cleaned out every room on the first floor, found the stragglers and packed them away as well. And of course, she had cleaned out the fridge as well. But she knew she was missing someone, and her sights aligned on the staircase at the back of the living room. Slowly, she lumbered her way over, each step becoming slowly easier as the struggling snacks inside started to liquefy. "Maaarcus, I'm coming for you..." the rabbit called as she stepped onto the first stair.
The lion heard her voice rumble up behind him. He could hear every step creak under her weight as she slowly made her way up to the second floor. His heart jumped every time he heard a step as he made his way to the bathroom window. Most of the windows in his house were locked for winter, but this one was left unlocked just in case. It was a bitch to open though, and it didn't help that every step of the rabbit beneath him made his arms wobble with fear. The lion pulled and pushed as hard as he could, with all his strength, but it felt like the window was stuck. Sweat rolled down his face as he kept at it, Jean's steps becoming louder and louder as she got closer and closer. He swore he could hear the gurgling of her massive stomach at this point. but the window was loosening, he just needed a bit more time...SLAMglrrrk!
Jean finally took the satisfying belly flop after shoving Marcus down her gullet. She was so full, so tired, and so proud. The whole entire Halloween party was now inside of her; most of it liquid, but still a few solid snacks kicking away inside. It felt fantastic to be this gluttonous; to eliminate an entire house's worth of food and people. It was an achievement, for sure.flsssh...
"Aww shit, looks like I HUuuuUUUUUUurrrrraaaaAAAaaaarrrppppp forgot someone..."
?3611 Francis Avenue. The home of one Marcus Debalier, college student and frat king. The address had a long history of being home to the wildest, most absurd parties on campus - and that is exactly what was happening tonight. It was Halloween, after all; the entire purpose of the holiday was to get plastered and have fun, at least, if you weren't a kid. And that is exactly what was happening in Debalier's house, much to his delight.
Unfortunately, somebody else wanted to party.
That person was Jean. The heavyset rabbit girl was infamous on campus as well, but in her own special way; Namely, her appetite was insatiable. Whenever she showed up to a party, all the refreshments were going to be gone in a few minutes time...as well as the guests. Yes, she had a taste for more than just party snacks and pop; In fact, she preferred live meals to those other snacks. And she was en route to the biggest halloween party on campus.
Of course, Marcus knew about Jean's reputation. She surely wasn't going to invite her, and the lion had placed many traps around his property to keep her away. He even went so far as to station a few bouncers outside of his house, big beefy ones as well, just to make sure she didn't get even close to the door.
They went first.
The rabbit bounced her way down the street, the cover of dusk helping her to not attract any attention. She first tried to just casually walk past the bouncers as if they weren't even there, like she belonged there. But before she could get past them, one of them jammed their arm out in front of her and stopped her dead in her tracks. "S'cuse me miss, but I need your ID to see if you're on the list."
She calmly turned to look at the doberman, sizing him up. He was big and imposing, for sure, but Jean had more than enough weight of her own to throw around. She could take him. "Sure, just a second..." she said.
And then she opened wide.
The bouncer barely had enough time to react before his head was stuffed deep into the rabbit's throat. Jean took no time to taste him, just getting an iron grip on his chest before swallowing deep, sucking a good third of his body inside of her. She felt the other bouncer try to tackle her, a smaller, but still strong tiger, but she casually knocked him to the ground -hard- with just one swing of her arm, the tiger making a punchy *thud* as he landed on the pavement beneath him. Jean took two more wet, loud, imposing gulps, and then the bouncer was gone. Just a jiggling, struggling, screaming belly, on a satisfied - but not satiated - rabbit.
Jean thumped at her stomach a few times as she walked past the incapacitated tiger. "Thanks for the snack, nerd..." She said to both her belly and the tiger as she made her way to the door. She could peek through the windows to see the party was in full swing; plenty of drunk, tasty frat boys inside, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to them. The rabbit could just casually open up the door and start slurping down people; but she preferred to make her entrance as theatrical as possible. It WAS Halloween, after all. So instead, she took a deep breath before plowing straight through the oak door, announcing to all that she had arrived:
"JEAAANNN'S HEEERE..." she shouted as the door smashed open. The party guests were packed into the living room of the house like sardines, ripe for the picking. A few of them turned towards Jean immediately and started to panic, but the music was loud enough for most of the guests to not really notice anything initially. Panic started to spread throughout the crowd, though, as Jean casually plucked people right off the floor, their screams being quickly silenced by a wet, throaty swallow. Her quickly-expanding gut bowled people over as she tore through the packed crowd, snatching up guest after guest and gulping them down in the most casual manner possible. It had only been a few minutes since she had arrived, and she had already put away at least 10 wiggling, drunk snacks, and her appetite was nowhere near sated...
One person that did notice Jean as soon as she arrived, however, was Martin. His eyes widened as soon as she plowed her way through the door, and he uttered a throaty "fuck!" as he quickly abandoned his conversation and fled upstairs. He could hear the rabbit feasting below him as he climbed the staircase, and for a moment he felt bad; but it was survival of the fittest around here. They did themselves in by being so close to the door. He was just going to have to escape out one of the upstairs windows, and fast.
*HUuuuUUUUUuuuurrrrrrpppp....*
Jean hefted up her immense gut and felt the weighty sloshing of the 30+ guests she had devoured inside of her. She could barely move, and she had to constantly lean back lest she collapse onto her swollen stomach and be unable to move for the next 6-8 hours. She had cleaned out every room on the first floor, found the stragglers and packed them away as well. And of course, she had cleaned out the fridge as well. But she knew she was missing someone, and her sights aligned on the staircase at the back of the living room. Slowly, she lumbered her way over, each step becoming slowly easier as the struggling snacks inside started to liquefy. "Maaarcus, I'm coming for you..." the rabbit called as she stepped onto the first stair.
The lion heard her voice rumble up behind him. He could hear every step creak under her weight as she slowly made her way up to the second floor. His heart jumped every time he heard a step as he made his way to the bathroom window. Most of the windows in his house were locked for winter, but this one was left unlocked just in case. It was a bitch to open though, and it didn't help that every step of the rabbit beneath him made his arms wobble with fear. The lion pulled and pushed as hard as he could, with all his strength, but it felt like the window was stuck. Sweat rolled down his face as he kept at it, Jean's steps becoming louder and louder as she got closer and closer. He swore he could hear the gurgling of her massive stomach at this point. but the window was loosening, he just needed a bit more time...
*SLAM* *glrrrk!*
Jean finally took the satisfying belly flop after shoving Marcus down her gullet. She was so full, so tired, and so proud. The whole entire Halloween party was now inside of her; most of it liquid, but still a few solid snacks kicking away inside. It felt fantastic to be this gluttonous; to eliminate an entire house's worth of food and people. It was an achievement, for sure.
*flsssh...*
"Aww shit, looks like I *HUuuuUUUUUUurrrrraaaaAAAaaaarrrppppp* forgot someone..."