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Wild was in the middle of an open field as the sun blazed above. Not an unfamiliar situation for a painted dog like her, but something wasn't quite right. The sun wasn't exactly known for flickering or buzzing, nor were fields generally springy and printed with colourful floral patterns. She struggled to her feet, still shaking off the effects of a sleep that didn't feel like it had happened naturally, disoriented and dizzy as the gigantic bed lightly squeaked beneath her. All around her, the shapes of worryingly oversized lamps and dressers and so forth gradually came into view.

Before she could properly parse where she even was, a voice rumbled throughout the room, echoing off the walls and rattling the bed beneath her like she was caught up in the middle of a catastrophic seismic event.

"Oh, good, you're awake! I was worried it might be a while. This stuff's pretty experimental, like I said."

Wild knew that voice. It was the sweet, sort of flirty tone of a cat she had only just met. She had been speaking to Mira in her little natural remedy and supplement shop, looking for something of questionable medical certification to help elicit a few ... changes. There was something charming about that busty pantheress, and sexy too, so Wild really hadn't thought twice about the feline's unusual behaviour. Even when she got a little pushy about giving her a free sample, and started conspicuously closing up shop while the wild dog drank it down. It was easy to trust her back then, that aura of calm just radiating from her along with a pleasant cherry scent. But that was when she was just normal height, not seemingly a hundred feet tall.

"I knew as soon as I saw you, yes, perfect, that one!" She grinned down at the dog as she loomed above, blocking the light like a giant black raincloud. "You're way too cute not to nab. Like a perfect little painting!"

The black cat was big enough to easily crush the dog, leaving Wild scrambling as she saw that naked, spotted body coming down to the giant bed. The impact of Mira lazily flopping right beside her nearly flung her to the floor, bouncing her off her feet and leaving her tumbling, rolling, collapsed. She was still pretty sure that it was Mira who had grown to ridiculous size, despite her surroundings. Somehow that was easier for her to swallow than somehow being shrunken down to no more than six inches high, trapped in the stranger cat's ordinary bedroom.

When Wild tried to protest her predicament, the pitch of her voice startled her enough to make her choke on her own words. A tiny squeak, either adorable or pathetic depending on how she looked at it. Mira certainly heard it, judging by the way she giggled. That gentle sound was like a siren going off to Wild's ears, the sound piercing right through her spine, or so it felt. The cat seemed sleepy at first, but that energized her, getting her to roll over and stretch out in a low, crawling pose. Ready to lunge. Even from her shrunken perspective, Wild could see Mira slowly swishing her tail, and wearing a growing grin of intimidating feline teeth as she prepared a pounce.

Such a sight made Wild yelp, turning tail to dash across the endless expanse that was the bed. She sprinted as best she could on such an uneven surface, stumbling over herself and scrambling to her feet when she fell. She didn't look back, despite the feeling of the huge cat looming, about to pounce at any moment. The thought made Wild flinch, bracing for an impact that didn't come, until she had almost run herself clear over the cliff that was the edge of the bed. She teetered there, waving her arms, until the panther finally struck.

It was startling enough to make her scream. A catlike pounce that could have crushed her instead just thumped the bed, springing her into the air, about to soar across the room and splat to the floor if not for the feline's intervention. She snatched Wild out of the air and tugged her back into her clutches, squeezing and kneading at her bare body with her claws. They danced over those painted features, stroking, admiring, maybe threatening. But not intentionally. She was just a big playful kitty, and Wild had the unfortunate luck of being her plaything for the evening.

"Get your - mmmf - hands off!" she managed to fuss, and it might have even sounded suitably defiant if not for her embarrassingly altered voice.

"Rrrr," Mira simply said, vibrating right down to her fingertips with those playful purr-growls. "Come on, this will be fun! You get to be all mine! And you're so cute when you're squirming!"

She didn't even sound malicious, just gently teasing, as if she didn't even grasp how distressing the treatment was for Wild. Carefree as ever, even when the dog she was toying with was wildly kicking in her grasp. She just went ahead and tickled a claw down that painted belly, gently playing with those doggy tits. A squish with her thumb, and she grinned at the squirmy reaction, before continuing her stroking down that shrunken body, lightly pinching and squeezing her thighs, then her feet. That seemed to put an idea in her head, one that made those cat ears perk and a little spark of feline mischief gleam in those violet eyes.

Wild felt herself falling for just a moment, though that was enough to get a yelp out of her before she hit the carpet. All she managed to do was roll over onto her back, gazing up at the cat above. She immediately regretted turning over. Such a position just gave her a clear look at one of those massive cat paws coming down on her. The thick pads were shining slightly with a light sheen of sweat clinging to them, and Wild didn't get so much as a gasp out before she was completely smothered by them. She was pinned and mashed and squished on by that big cat's foot, vanishing beneath it but for her little legs sticking out from underneath.

The carpet was soft, and so were those paws, but that didn't make things any less overwhelming for Wild as she got those lightly sweaty paws rubbed across her face. Scraping, dragging, massaging at her helpless body while she felt that perspiration clinging to her. That left her bathing in a light feline musk, nothing unpleasant but the sort a sweet-smelling cat might work up wearing her boots all day long. She didn't bother with a shower before coming in to play with her toy, judging by the coating of the day's sweat between her toes. Working her pawpads in firm circles, she stimulated that wild dog's body from top to bottom, and she was at all modest about teasing her cock, her balls, managing to be precise enough to fondle her without harming. Wild was swiftly biting her lip, flattening her ears, still kicking her legs but with less panic and defiance as before.

She felt herself getting slight carpet burn as Mira smeared that hot paw back and forth along her body, putting down plenty of pressure but avoiding breaking anything, at least. It was a bit hard to breathe, and when Wild did manage to get a gasp in she found herself pretty much drinking down foot scents. There was still that sweet, even fruity scent wafting from the cat, one that spoke of good grooming and a general feline fastidiousness, but so too was there that musk. It was intoxicating, especially at such a small size, where every drop of sweat dripping from between those toes was like a bucket being overturned on Wild's head, striking her in the senses and clouding her mind just a little bit more. Was it really so bad that she'd been drugged, shrunken down, and kidnapped by a greedy, indulgent cat? Well, it was a little less frightening and aggravating with such a hotly feminine aroma swimming through her brain.

Not that she could get too comfortable. Even tickled and teased enough to make her sheath fill out, she never forgot how this was all being done whether she liked it or not. And she was starting to feel like she might pass out, breathing nothing but the heat that came from that sweaty paw. Especially when Mira curled her toes in delight, extending her claws with an audible shink and digging them into the carpet as she massaged her own soles with the canine's face and chest. The pressure felt like it was going to drive Wild right into the floor and embed her like a nail. She faintly wiggled her legs through the air as she got smooshed. Just a little more pressure and she probably would have been crunched, but Mira was at least gentle enough to keep from ruining her toy too quickly.

When she finally lifted that foot up, Wild got all of three seconds to gasp and cough the sweat out of her throat before she was smooshed again. This time by both paws, coming at her from the sides, sandwiching her from head to shins between those squishy pads as Mira sat back on the bed, bracing herself, swishing her tail. She was purring, and Wild could feel those vibrations rumbling all the way down to her, resonating through her skeleton like it was going to come loose of the rest of her. Mira compressed her, compacting her between both feet, shoving her face hard between two pads while the other set pushed against her back. There she kneaded for a while, grinding her feet on her toy, leaving Wild's body flailing about, totally out of control, her fur all matted and heavy with the accumulated drops of sweat, until she was all but a rag for cleaning up those panther feet.

Maybe Wild was just a little hard, sporting a modestly firm shaft just barely peeking out of her sheath. But she wasn't getting off on this. Maybe if she knew Mira, if she could trust her, but being at that size around a stranger just left her with a constant sense of danger tingling through her veins, a sense of instinct that was never really gone normally around another predator. She flopped to the floor once the cat finally let her go, peeling those heated feet from her face and back, taking a little fur with them, letting her slump down and catch her breath. Mira at least gave her that, hovering over, chuckling a little as she bent forth and breathed on her toy, her breath smelling of dark chocolate and green tea. Wild didn't look back, but flinched when she heard that big tongue slipping over the cat's lips, dripping a little saliva upon her form. She hated to imagine what those teeth could do to her at such a size.

She didn't get bitten or even nibbled, despite her fears. Instead, Mira just plucked her right up in a grip of two fingers, dangling her by the scruff, leaving her kicking as she ascended back up to the bed. She stared the cat in the face a while as Mira dangled her there, doing her best to look pissy and intimidating despite being so very near those jaws and conveniently bitesize. Or maybe two bites. Either way, she refused to actually act afraid, just annoyed, but the sight of her pouting and grumping just made the pantheress laugh a little, flashing those shiny white teeth.

"Don't look so mad! This is fun! Tell you what, I'll make the next part something you'll enjoy at least."

Wild just folded her arms where she was hanging. "Or, you could let me go, reverse whatever you did to me and apologize."

"Ohhh, yeah. Good point. I'll think about it." Mira giggled and then just blew a kiss at her toy, one that flicked just a few tiny drops of spit in her face.

Then she was adjusting her grip. Not just dangling wild, but wrapping her fingers right around her body. She was surprisingly strong, squeezing into her form just enough to pop a joint or two, maybe intimidate her a little. But she wasn't going to crush her. She'd promised fun, after all. Her idea of fun, it turned out, involved dipping the dog down to meet her dripping sex, getting a good close look at the juices glistening over her folds. She just held her there a while, letting her breathe in the scent of her arousal. That thickly wafting aroma wasn't quite as musky as her feet, more a rich, wet aroma that it was hard not to enjoy. Yet Wild was still squirming, still trying to force those constricting fingers from around her body.

Such efforts weren't getting her anywhere, instead just making her a wiggly toy as she got her face smashed right up against a puffy panther clit. It was firm against Wild's lips, tempting her to just bite it in protest. That probably wasn't a good idea. So instead she just gritted her teeth and endured getting swiped and rubbed up and down those outer lips, bathed and glazed in the juices flowing steadily from the cat as Mira grew more aroused. A little moan escaped her, and she bit her lip above while Wild's hair got soaked down to her scalp with the fragrant flavours of the feline's lust. Mira leaned back and rolled her hips a few times, swinging her tail, humping the painted dog's face, and it all just brought her to a wetter, juicier state, until she was all but gushing. It didn't take being six inches tall to know how excessive it all was.

Drowning in a cat's pussy juice was definitely not high on the list of ways Wild wanted to go, but that was becoming more of a risk as she got used as a towel for the horny feline. Mira's moans rumbled right down with her purrs, but the dog could only feel them, not hear them, with the obnoxiously succulent sound of fleshy slurping the only thing in her ears. She was getting smeared up and down those well-lubed labia, those admittedly delicious fluids sinking into her skin until she felt like they were a part of her, more juice than dog by then. She was swallowing it plenty when she couldn't hold it back with the mere force of her pursed lips, but more than that it was oozing into her everything. Her nose, her ears, squishing up between her toes, getting under her tail, coating every single detail of her helplessly shrunken body in the femininely musky mark that was Mira's liquid lust as she forcefully smeared her toy back and forth across the surface of her slick sex.

Mira taking a moment to shift her grip allowed Wild to cough up some of that throat-clogging juice she hadn't quite swallowed, but that pause was anything but mercy. It was just a matter of aligning her fingers to Wild's lower half, while stroking along those painted thighs briefly, and bouncing that filled sheath with her thumb. Then she gripped tight, clamping the dog's legs together, bracing her spine with a finger firmly planted at its base, pointing her muzzle right towards those darkly gleaming folds. Wild had only experienced a sample of that scent so far, compared to the olfactory overload she got as she got her face shoved right up inside the cat, feeling those sauna-hot walls squeezing around her features like they were going to seal all the air away and leave her nothing but horny cat to breathe.

That damn pantheress wasn't exactly being gentle either. Her supporting thumb pressed to Wild's spine proved important with how much force she was applying to just jam her painted plaything right up into her pussy. She clenched down hard, sending a note of panic through the dog's mind as she felt those walls closing in like she was about to be reduced to paste. They were too soft for that, just mashing around her, enrobing her in slippery inner flesh that flexed and twitched in pleasure at her presence. She was swiftly buried to the ankles, her toes wiggling against Mira's fingers as she tucked her away within, sitting back to simply squeeze on her a while, working those kegels to massage herself, entirely hands free. And all the while, Wild simply had to endure the squelching symphony that schlicked and schlurped around her, feeling herself half-smothered in that humid vise, knowing that the more she squirmed the more the cat would enjoy her.

She was left to listen to the echoing dampness as Mira plucked her out by the ankles, only to shove her back in. And again. And again. She was pumping her back and forth like she was nothing more than a dildo, paying little mind to precision or care. Instead, she was just mashing the dog inside of her, pumping her hard, fingering herself in the process. It was all making her cunt wetter, tighter, sealing up tight around Wild's muzzle to ensure she was all but guzzling those fluids as she was relentlessly rutted into those flooded depths. Her little feet were kicking, but all that succeeded in doing was flinging droplets of panther juice onto those flexing thighs as the big cat masturbated herself near to orgasm with the help of the confined, constricted canine.

From inside, those rumbles were all the more imposing. They sounded like the start of a volcanic eruption, like the whole world was about to come down around Wild. She couldn't even properly brace herself in there. What little air remained in her lungs got squeezed out by those sudden clamps, almost violent in their rapid, uncontrolled nature. It was a peak, but not quite a climax, one that had the black cat flopping back onto her bed with her legs flailing in the air. Then she was spreading her legs out, crossing them, biting her lower lip as she mashed the dog's butt against her clit, tilting her just so to hit all those most sensitive spots inside and out. Her voice was sharp, deep, growling like a world-ending storm from Wild's perspective. And the flood came right with those resonating omens, pouring out in her face, hitting her like a firehose, leaving her guzzling it down and choking on those pheromone-laced fluids spraying out against and around her in a gratuitous gush.

It wasn't a question of whether she was going to drown or not. She already was, completely immersed for at least those dangerous seconds of the cat utterly creaming herself silly thanks to her wriggling, living toy. Wild was left swollen, sloshing with all she'd swallowed, uncomfortably full as she was finally released from the joint-popping grip of that cumming kitty pussy, slopping her way out as Mira dragged her along by the ankle. She fell flat on her face, splatting in a viscous puddle atop the sheets. It soaked into her fur just as much as the mattress, ensuring she'd probably never live a day without that scent hitting her nose, no matter how many times she showered. It looked like she was just going to have to get used to smelling like a cat. But maybe not for long, judging by that ravenous look the pantheress was giving her as soon as she managed to see again.

Wild was still wiping all the mess from her face, but even through her blurred vision she could clearly see that gleaming grin. At normal size, she might have taken it as an indication of mischief, of a pounce in waiting from a playful panther. But with Mira looming above like a purring monolith, she couldn't help but see every single one of those fangs on display as an unspoken threat. She didn't even manage to get her hands up in time before the flexible cat was lunging down, subjecting her to the full force of the blow. But it wasn't a bite, or even a nibble. Instead, Wild was left to sputter and writhe as she got her fur damn near sandpapered off by the tingly touch of a feline tongue, scraping those barbs along her skin, slurping off at least some of the mess but simply replacing it with the dripping spit that ran from the evidently hungry feline.

"Mm! Not bad!" Mira smacked her lips loudly in front of Wild's face after the first lick. "I mean, you mostly taste like horny me, but I'm getting a little something beneath all that! I always knew you fancy painted dogs had to be delicious."

Despite her her obviously disadvantaged position in any sort of ensuing predatory struggle, Wild still had the bite of defiance left in her. She stabbed a tiny, accusatory finger upwards, feeling the clinging wetness making her arm feel so much heavier than usual.

"Don't you even think of eating me," she scolded, as if talking to a misbehaving pet.

"Hah! Cuuuute."

Mira giggled at the display, and then just came down for another lengthy slurp. One that started at the toes, even curling around to get at Wild's soles, working up over legs, balls, sheath, belly, breasts, attending to each detail, yet all-encompassing at the same time. It left her sputtering again once it swiped over her face, leaving her hair a wreck, saliva clinging to her face in sopping strands that she didn't bother to move away. She was too laden with drool to do much else. Then Mira was grinning down at her again.

"I like how stubborn you are. But don't worry about it, I'm not done with you yet!"

Wild just sighed, only able to imagine what might be next for her. She didn't have to guess, when the cat just rose up to stand beside the bed, pacing back and forth with her tail flailing wildly. She was looking increasingly like a wild cat, or at least a housecat who had cornered a mouse. Taking her time, rumbling, crouching low, preparing for a pounce that was surely coming. Wild sat up, slowly, her arms wobbling behind her as she braced herself. The urge to just get up and run was surging through her muscles, making her dig her fingers into the sheets, curl her toes, twitch her tail. But she knew that was probably what the cat wanted her to do. Instead, she just sat, staring, trying to look brave while the soft, naked cat stood menacingly above, pitch black and immense as a goddess of old.

Turned out, staying put was also exactly what Mira wanted her to do. There was really no winning either way. Remaining where she was just allowed that thick cat to turn her tail, giving a good look at her bare backside above, roughly the size of a house compared to Wild, and slowly descend upon the canine before she could scramble away. The world went dark and she managed little more than a desperate dive before she was pinned, completely and utterly smothered by those plump cheeks, stretched out on her face while she got smooshed to the mattress by Mira's ample rump. The kitty's butt was plenty soft, maybe even fat, but that just meant was plenty of padding for Wild to get trapped beneath. She wasn't being crushed, but she couldn't move one bit, left sprawled with her limbs stretched out around her, mashed facedown by that juicy bubble butt, rubbed and ground back and forth by the merry motions of the cat's broad hips.

A brief window of breathing room was just to allow Mira to reposition, as well as nudge as the defeated dog with a single finger. That was enough to turn her over. Wild had pretty much given up by then, knowing her protests were just a waste of energy. Though she had to squirm at least briefly as she saw that colossal ass coming down on her once more. This time, she wasn't just pinned under a cheek, but wedged right up between them. Mira's aim was true enough to shove that dog muzzle right against her rim, leaving Wild whimpering in embarrassment as she got used for such an intimate seat. She was all but inside that lightly flexing hole, unable to even turn her head as those clenches of pleasure trapped her, sweat running down her body where it had accumulated up between those cheeks and under the cat's tail. Musk swam through her, the heat made her start to sweat herself, and every protest was muffled by the hefty rise of spotted cat rump, pressing and grinding over her face as if to simply drag her inside.

"Hey, maybe you should lick my butt and I'll go easy on you or something." Despite the position, Mira's words were still audible. She rocked her hips from side to side, grinding on Wild's pointed muzzle, smacking her around, ensuring she remained completely immersed in that booty, huffing the heat and sweaty musk that was clinging to it.

One little slip, a little more pressure, and Wild was going to experience death by ass. There wasn't much she could do other than obey. She sighed, sucking in a breath, bracing herself, and finally just gave in to the cat's suggestion. The response was immediate, and probably exaggerated, with Mira throwing her head back and rocking her hips rapidly against that tiny tongue, letting it stroke and smear all the way around the circumference of her tight hole. The purrs that rumbled all the way down to Wild's tongue were near electric, jolting her body, close to unbearably stimulating. All she could do was close her eyes and keep on licking, slowly, but obediently as the cat sat her fat ass all over her face, bouncing, jiggling some, giving a few solid pomfs atop her as she got more worked up by every submissive slurp.

"Ah! That's a good doggy. Can I call you that? I'm calling you that. I wish I could just keep you like this forever. I can still thinking of so many things I could do with you. But ..."

She paused, letting that moment linger in the air for effect, slowing her hips down to just sit flat atop Wild's head. The lazy inattention had her pressing down just a little heavier, and the dog just happened to be in the perfect position to get her whole head stuck right up inside that rear. It sealed tightly around her neck, locking her in, while Mira snorted out with surprised pleasure just to feel her there. She waited like that a while, leaving Wild all but suffocating between those cheeks, wrapped up tight in musky butt, kicking some as embarrassment turned to concern for her own survival. It wasn't until a full minute of sweaty sitting and clenching on her head had passed that Mira finally rose.

That didn't even immediately free her from that ass. She was stuck to it, slowly peeling off as Mira stood, tumbling back down to the bed in a mess of fur and sweat, dripping as she panted hard, doubled over to catch her breath. Mira was looming again. She still hadn't finished her sentence. But that grin was back on her face, and that wildness was sharper in her eyes than before. Wild was left with a distinct sensation of being locked in a cage with a hungry animal. Leopards were dangerous, right? She was used to getting skittish around lions, or hyenas, and the like, but she knew never to underestimate any cat. Even cute, friendly ones offering her free samples in her cobbled-together supplement shop.

Up she went again, snatched at this time as Mira threw herself to the bed. It wasn't so much a pounce as a flop, though just as alarming to watch coming. The cat rolled over onto her back, placing the dog upon her tits, then smooshing her there into her cleavage. Right at the very source of her purrs, rattling Wild's bones as the cat lazed and stretched, keeping her pinned with a single finger. Maybe she could have forced her off, but she was tired. The treatment had shaken her up, and she felt like she still hadn't caught her breath. Mira looked almost like she might fall asleep for a moment, but it didn't last. She was soon grabbing at her toy again, wrapping her digits around one leg, letting her dangle upside down over her face. And soon, her open mouth, stretching wide all thick with saliva, her dark tongue laid out like a bumpy carpet.

Her breath still smelled nice. That was the one comforting thought in her primal terror. One slip, and she was going to fall into those dripping jaws. Those teeth looked like they could easily impale her, and Mira's lazy demeanour made her worry that she might get bitten in half purely by negligence. She just didn't seem to care much for Wild's plight. She swung her back and forth a few times,, leaving her like a pendulum while she flicked her tongue upwards, missing every attempt to lick her. So much for feline precision. A hot chuckle escaped her, and she licked smoothly over her lips about as slowly as possible, starting at one corner, working all the way along the top and to the other, then down and along her lower lip until she had applied a thorough gloss of spit. A few smacks of her chops, another grin, and she opened wide again, stretching her jaws into an impressive yawn that Wild was left gazing right into. Then she dropped her.

Wild got as far as sucking in the air to cry out before she splatted down to Mira's outstretched tongue, sending up a mist of drool. She flailed out, trying to dislodge herself before those jaws came down on her, but the cat snapped them shut in an instant, moving with haste that didn't fit her previous relaxed state. That was it, Wild thought. She'd just been bitten in two and was just waiting for the pain to set in. But it was just those wet lips wrapped around her, pressing firm to her waist while she flicked the very tip of her tongue over that canine sheath. She still wasn't getting much more of a reaction than a bit of plumpness. A long suck dragged her thighs inwards, slowly, and she kneaded over Wild's soaked body, adding to the mess with a constant downpour of saliva running over her trapped curves. Meanwhile, her dark, flexing gullet loomed nearby, swallowing down just spit for the moment, but ever so close to that shrunken muzzle.

Of course Wild kept on kicking, at least until Mira subdued those legs by squishing them into one cheek. She kept them there as she sucked, treating the dog like a piece of hard candy, draining the flavour from her as she mmmed and rumbled away. Those teeth came down on her in time, but gently, nibbling and pressing, letting her feel the edges but doing nothing to actually pierce her skin. Merely teasing, gnawing here and there with a few harder chews, but she still wasn't hurting her. She was merely toying with her, as ever. Wild thought perhaps she might even get free eventually, once Mira had her fun, though she was starting to have her doubts when the cat tilted her head right back and gave a noisy gulp that pulled her throat muscles taut.

Wild was sliding along, cresting over the back of the pantheress' tongue, ever closer to that gullet. She wasn't even kicking anymore, instead holding deathly still lest one squirm prove deadly. As soon as that throat grabbed her, it was all over, she thought to herself, gritting her teeth. But she was just stuck there, getting suckled, slathered, licked and nibbled, feeling her own tension building while the cat remained luxuriantly sprawled and purring, in feline fashion. Only when she surprised Wild with a sudden smack of her tongue, curling it up between her thighs to press to her balls and butt alike, did she actually start swallowing her. And she wasn't taking it slow.

Once she started swallowing that tasty canine, she committed. It wasn't a tease, wasn't a bit of drawn out taunting, but a solid, overwhelming gulp that dragged her down one inch at a time. Of course, there were only a few inches of her. Mira's throat faintly bulged with her toy turned prey, and she got breathing a little faster as she sucked the painted dog down. First her head, then her chest, leaving her arms pinned to her sides, and finally her legs and her toes. Every single part of her vanished into the merciless grip of peristalsis, kneading her into the darkness as things just grew darker and hotter with every heavy gulp. Wild was struggling again, giving her last, desperate, exhausted effort as the cat swallowed her alive, but nothing slowed her descent. Those walls were just too slippery, offering no give, nothing to hold onto or wedge herself against, and soon she was hitting a bit of resistance as the air grew from warm and welcoming to distinctly more abrasive.

Mira's stomach was mostly empty, but that wasn't much comfort. Not when Wild went yelping down to the slimy bottom, splatting into a faint sludge of former meals and tingly fluids. She found her sense of smell swiftly burned right out, the acidic burn in the caustic air rendering her nose mercifully numb. Her other senses weren't so lucky. Most of all, she could already feel her skin itching and tickling, irritated but not yet burning. Her fur was only going to last so long against the strength of a hungry cat's digestives. She could tell she'd worked up Mira's appetite by the terrible noises of her stomach, glorping and churning all around her. It mixed in with the engine-like sound of her inner purrs, keeping her from even hearing her own breathing. And she was breathing fast as she thrashed and kicked, doing her very best to change the pantheress' mind about keeping her there, even if the only way back out was surely unpleasant for them both.

None of it had any effect. If anything, Mira just seemed tired, rather than annoyed. She gave a light belch, smacking her lips afterwards, getting one last taste of the wild dog. Then she stretched her arms above her head, wriggled, and settled in just like a sleepy cat. A few rubs to her belly was all the acknowledgement Wild was going to get. After that, Mira was closing her eyes, sighing out, and relaxing. Her breathing slowed along with her heartbeat, and Wild was left with nothing for company but the sloppy slorshing of that stomach as the walls closed in around her. They were swift to trapp her, compress her, oozing heated fluids over her every single inch. She was coated from ears to toes to tail in that damning cocktail, already starting to audibly sizzle as it did its work upon her soft, vulnerable form.

She wasn't giving up. That would mean just allowing that damn cat to keep her, to eat her whole without ever facing any consequences. Presumably. Not that it would matter either way. Wild would still be digested, joining with those ample hips, padding out those thick thighs, plumping up that juicy rump, worn as fat, as jiggly kitty adipose, never a dog again. Just a cat's dinner. Or lunch. Whatever time it was. It was hard to think about time, or anything else in the sweltering humidity of the pantheress' stomach, the sound leaving her ears ringing, the slime making it hard to move. No longer able to kick, she was merely wriggling, then sort of just twitching as she slumped down, deeper towards the bottom of that loudly churning gut. She was just so tired, so hot, so defeated, and her size wasn't coming back. The last thing she thought before unconsciousness washed over her along with a wave of thickly-flowing digestives was that she wasn't even going to be an especially filling meal. But more than a snack, at least. At least there was that.

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Mira was in possession of sleep-related skills that only a feline could truly have. She slept through the night, completely uninterrupted, and well into the morning, the afternoon, and all the way to supper time. Only then did she slowly rouse, blinking, murmuring, and finally breaking into a lengthy stretch and jaw-popping yawn. She cricked her neck from side to side, then rolled over to lift her butt high into the air, arching and cracking her back as she stretched her hands right out. Typical cat stuff. And in doing so, she couldn't help but notice a little extra softness around her middle. That had her squeezing at herself as soon as she was done her morning routine.

Soon she was up and bounding to the nearest mirror. It wasn't much, but she was already showing signs of a successful predator. Wild was gone, digested overnight into a thick, sloppy sludge, pushed down through her intestines and absorbed into those hefty curves. She was padded around her thighs, her hips, her belly. But best of all was the sight when she flicked her tail and turned around, gazing over her shoulder at her prey-enhanced rump. That was worth squeezing a while, digging her fingers into the squishy softness that Wild had given her, lifting her tail up high just to make sure she could see it all while she smirked over her shoulder at herself in the mirror.

Her body was still waking up as she plodded sleepily around her bedroom, trying to remember what she'd been up to before she passed out for that extended predatory nap. She didn't get far before her digestive system rose from its slumber, lagging behind the rest of her. Wild hadn't exactly been an entire person in such a shrunken state, but she was still a sizable meal, still plenty of meat and bone to process through the feline's body. And so, still completely naked and a bit of a mess from the previous night's activities, Mira went padding over to the bathroom to bring an end to the wild dog's journey through her body.

She couldn't help but giggle as she sat, immediately noticing just how much cushier she was thanks to the extra padding. But for such a pretty cat, there was nothing pretty about what followed. She leaned back, closed her eyes, huffed just a little, flexing that same hole she'd so shamelessly shoved against Wild's face, and in a few moments of squeezing she was pushing out what used to be a whole, living person at the bottom of her toilet. She wasn't looking, but it was even evident that the solid mess piling up in the bottom of the porcelain used to be someone, if not distinctly Wild. Her fur was ruined, her body destroyed and processed into nothing more than panther shit, but little bits and pieces of bones served as a grim reminder that this wasn't just any ordinary dump. Those little fragments of the canine's ruined skeleton tickled on the way out, coated with clinging scraps of undigested fur as they were.

It took a while. Wild might have once been a pretty painting of a dog, but she was far from a work of art as she piled up in the water, squeezed from those ample cheeks and splashing below. Everything about the process was smooth, not disturbing Mira in the slightest. She was barely paying attention, her mind wandering, humming to herself. Her body was designed with predatory intentions in mind, able to process and digest meat down to nothing more than fat and waste without any sort of trouble. Even if that meat happened to be a living, breathing person right down to the very last squirm and twitch. The only interruption to the process was a slight strain at the end, where a hard-packed chunk, strewn with powdered bone, required a bit of force. But that was only a momentary pause, and that last piece was plopping below with the rest, steaming as it met the cold air below.

Mira got herself clean, and didn't bother looking back before she flushed. And then flushed again, when the first wasn't adequate for sending off the former dog. All the evidence of her indulgent deed swirled down the drain. The very last traces of Wild's existence was dragged down to the sewers. And the cat who ate her was feeling soft and satisfied, lazily strolling to the shower where she was soon spending near an hour groping and admiring herself, loving even the minor extra padding to her already-plush form that eating Wild alive had provided her. She almost forgot to clean herself as she soaked beneath the hot water, too busy squeezing at her tits, stroking at her hips, digging her fingers into her thighs to admire their jiggle. The only regret she had was not being able to eat that painted beauty again. Sure, she could have other meals, but she wasn't sure anyone could compare to the squirms, the defiance, and the exotic, luscious taste of that elegant fur sliding along her tongue before it got ruined and flushed away for good, never to be admired by anyone again.