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Absolutely exquisite. Mahiri could still taste him, even a full week after she'd finished digesting that cute coyote. Maybe that was just the memory of his succulent flavour imprinted upon her tongue. He'd squirmed just right. So eager, so delicious, and so surprised that she of all people, that soft, gentle cat, would be the one to devour him. She'd never done it before, but the leopardess felt something simply awaken inside of her when she laid eyes on Huttser. Maybe it was a leopard's predatory instincts, buried beneath centuries of pleasantries, uncovered when she was finally in the room with someone practically crying out to be eaten, looking as luscious as he did. Or maybe it just her, a real predator after all, waiting for the right person to reveal her true nature after so many years of denying it. All she knew was that coyote digested perfectly, and the plump padding he provided her in return was a monument to a night of absolute ecstasy. She couldn't stop squeezing it.

She felt like she could have stood there in front of the mirror all night, groping her belly, squishing her prey-fattened tits together, digging her fingers deep into her thighs and ass to massage that extra pudge packed onto her curves with the coyote's help. She hadn't lost a pound since she'd eaten him. Maybe fat wasn't the exact word for her current shape, but she was certainly looking thicker, plumped up by her meal of an entire person. She still purred when she thought about how smoothly he slid down her throat, how good it felt to be absolutely stuffed with him. When she let her mind stray to the memory of how he squirmed as she indulged in the forbidden pleasure of digesting someone alive, it was more than just a rumble. She got wet at the thought of that, and she'd worked herself to orgasm more than once just thinking back over the sensations, of how good it felt to melt him down and claim him as her own, for her own pleasure. And for good.

Of course, she could put that extra weight to better use than simply admiring herself. She had already told plenty of her friends about it, but she still had yet to meet up with one of her more recent acquaintances. She'd met Vivian some months ago, and been immediately entranced by the soft, mature vulture's appearance as much as her cold, yet strangely alluring demeanour. It was an unusual friendship to be certain, with her being less than half the old bird's age, but a night spent sipping fine drinks or nibbling on fancy appetizers felt more hedonistic than some of the wildest parties Mahiri had ever been to. If there was one thing Vivian knew well, it was indulgence, and one good look at her told any onlooker as much.

The plush avian greeted her at the door, once Mahiri had ascended a dozen stories by elevator. There was no way she was taking the stairs in her fattened state. She looked over the elegant vulture and gave a bright smile as Vivian stepped out in one of her fine black dresses. The natural golden ruff added a certain elegance to her appearance, and thought her smile was always subtle at most, she had a certain warmth to cut through her intensity. Some said they found her cold, even robotic, but Mahiri had grown to know her well enough that she always enjoyed her time spent with her feathery friend and her many stories. It helped that she was almost always spoiled with all the fine, homemade treats laid out for her whenever she visited.

The penthouse apartment was at the same time luxuriant as it was surprisingly modest. There was a simple elegance to the tall, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, and the crackles of the natural fireplace turned it into a cozy roost. Vivian wasn't much for decorating. There was something bare, something clinical about the place that had struck Mahiri on her first visit. An unsettling practicality pervaded the warm apartment, a sterile simplicity that reminded her of a doctor's office. But as she had come to know the vulture better, she found her choice of living space more endearing than anything. That old bird, for all her wealth, had no use for things, preferring instead to fill her home with pleasant company, whenever available. Even a bare wall could feel like home when Vivian was there.

The vulture's hands were upon Mahiri as soon as the door closed, tracing talons along her curves, squeezing deep into those nicely enhanced curves. It was at the same time something flirtatious and intimate as it felt strangely professional. Those medical days were never behind the retired bird, and she had a way of touching that was so precise, so anatomically informed that it did tend to make the cat feel like a piece of meat in her grasp. Not that she minded. She was already rumbling.

"Excellent work, Mahiri. I have heard of your recent indulgences, and I certainly approve. You look lovely after treating yourself."

Though her tone was as flat as ever, it sounded like she was proud of the leopard for feeding herself like that. Mahiri had always wondered. Vivian had a refined taste in food, but a few tasty treats was hardly enough to account for that plump, shapely body of hers. She had to get the weight from somewhere, and as she leaned back against the vulture's bust, squishing into her big belly while she let the former doctor examine her. Maybe that bird had eaten a few people in her time, maybe even been a regular predator when she was younger. Or at least, Mahiri assumed that she would have been younger when doing such a thing. Those were the times for excess like that, right? She didn't think about it too hard, really. It was easy to just settle back and relax in the vulture's embrace with such a pleasant, precise pair of fingers working her over, kneading up and down, sparing no detail and paying plenty of attention to her breasts. Those thumbs dug in so deeply that the leopardess couldn't help but tilt her head back into that feathery cleavage let out something like a moan and shout all at once.

"Apologies. I imagine you must be sensitive all over after packing on so much prey-weight."

Vivian's matter-of-fact tone made Mahiri blush.

"So, you don't think it's weird or anything? I'd never done it before. But it felt good ..."

"Oh, I know. It feels very good."

As she spoke, she touched a talon beneath Mahiri's chin, tilting the cat's muzzle up just enough to lay a smooth lick upon her lips. It wasn't quite a kiss, but it was close enough. Vivian was good with her tongue. Mahiri found herself fighting down the urge to moan, from nothing more than the smooth application of that short, smooth slurper along her cheek, down the side of her neck, and inwards to the front of her throat. She felt the bird's beak glazing her her skin whole those fingers dug deep into her flesh, stimulating muscles, even nerves directly with those expert touches. The leopardess might have been a masseuse, but Vivian was surgical about it, so to speak. She felt as if the old bird knew all her body's secrets, and exactly how to manipulate it to make her feel as good as she possibly could.

"Ohhh, Vivian ..." she huffed, only to gasp out much more sharply when she felt those precise fingers dipped below the hem of her dress, lifting it up and pressing against the front of her panties.

Vivian put some pressure on her clit until the leopard yowled.

"Ungh! God..."

"Tell me," the vulture softly said as she pulled those panties to the side and pressed a single digit into the feline's pussy. "What goes through your mind while you digest someone?"

It wasn't easy for Mahiri to answer when Vivian slipped in another digit, going from touching and fondling to deeply, succinctly pumping back and forth, fingerfucking her as she leaned into that feathery embrace.

"Nnnf ... it's ... it's ..." she began, but she had to stop to catch her breath. "I don't know if I'm thinking at all, honestly. It feels so good to just let it all slip away, to operate on pure instinct, to ... nnnngh, fuck ... to tap into something so primal, for a little while."

"Mmhmm." Vivian's tone remained fairly flat, though it was warmer than before. "We like to forget we are animals sometimes, as we huddle in our homes, safe from the elements, and from the beasts we were. It is enough to make us drop our guard."

"Nn ... y-yeah?" Mahiri was breathing hot steam, puffing amid the moans, her whole body rocking back and forth as the vulture's hand remained firmly wrapped around one of her breasts, deeply groping as she pleasured the cat with relentless plunges of her digits.

"Very much so." Vivian took her hand from Mahiri's breast, and instead began to work the straps of her dress, pulling it down the leave the cat in nothing more than her undergarments as her outfit fell to the floor around her ankles. She kept one hand on the leopard the whole time, squeezing her shoulder to keep her there while she repeated the process on herself, unceremoniously undressing so that Mahiri could feel bare feathers against her fur. "We go about our lives, never thinking to check over our shoulder for those who might be sizing us up. For those who have long ago embraced the animal within them, and learned to harness it. And those who might be wondering how we taste."

She emphasized it with another drag of her tongue along the leopard's cheek, crouching down to reach. Mahiri didn't have a response other than to slip deeper into the chorus of cries echoing up from her throat, her eyes shutting tight as she clenched down on the vulture's digits, rolling her hips back and forth, humping down against those scaled knuckles as she soaked them with her lust. She could feel climax building inside her, all her muscles tensing up around those fingers, her thighs going taut, her toes curling. A few more moments, a few more plunges and she would have erupted, but just before she could scream to her peak, she was left to choke on her own surprise as Vivian suddenly withdrew, pulling out and leaving the cat to slump in her grasp, the shock of interruption leaving Mahiri weak in the knees.

Vivian held her for a few moments, leaving her to listen to the sound of the plump old avian licking the juices off of her own fingers while the fire crackled and a log shifted with a clunk and a flash of sparks. Then she took the cat by the shoulders and turned her around. Mahiri almost toppled over, but she followed those instructions, feeling her body moved exactly where the vulture wanted as if the bird had once been a dance instructor. She gazed up and looked into those eyes of dull green. They were like a faded stone, in contrast to the bright emeralds that were Mahiri's own. Vivian held that gaze for a time, grasping the mostly-naked leopard, working her tongue along the edges of her beak, sliding her grip down along Mahiri's curves until she was grasping the feline by the rump. Then, seemingly without much effort at all, she lifted the cat up into the air, pulling her against her bust, letting them be beak to muzzle, exhaling thickly in each other's faces.

The vulture always had the sweetest breath. She was like cream and sugar, like basking in the presence of a dessert. It fit well with her golden feathers, and the glittery allure of her neckruff. Mahiri was content to hold that position for a while, as horny as she was. She idly rubbed against Vivian's belly, leaving that plumage damp with her own smearing arousal, but the urgency of release had faded in favour of something more mesmerizing. It wasn't that the vulture could hypnotize her. It was merely a matter of her presence, of the silently commanding look on her face, and the way she held the leopard aloft with such care. Mahiri was ready to do almost anything she was told. Yet for all the talk, she still hadn't clued in to the obvious danger. The vulture's eyes revealed nothing of her intent, remaining stern, unreadable, giving no hint of her thoughts until she laid them bare before Mahiri.

It was a truly impressive sight, to look deeply into the vulture's open beak, and to see just how wide it could stretch open. Vivian always spoke so softly that Mahiri never got a good look inside, but she was soon staring over every detail as that beaky maw yawned before her, hitting her with the heat and sweetness of hotly huffed air. For just a moment, Vivian revealed her excitement, before steadying her breathing and recovering her dignity. It seemed unfathomable to Mahiri. Even looking deep into the waiting throat of the hefty vulture, she didn't truly believe the obvious signs. That soft old bird, and her gentle demeanour had always made her feel so welcome. She had dined with her, snuggled with her, fucked her, and never did she suspect that it was all leading up to this moment. Whether it was planned or merely impulse, a pang of hunger, she couldn't deny the fact that the vulture was about to eat her.

That beak looked sharp, but she found her muzzle gliding along without any sort of harm. It was smooth to the touch, warmer than she expected, coated with the saliva flowing thickly in anticipation of her arrival. Long red locks dangled down the vulture's bust as Vivian fed her prey towards her gullet, stuffing Mahiri's head inside, gripping her by the butt and holding tight, already gulping as soon as she felt the first touch of the leopard on the back of her throat. Those were powerful swallowing muscles. They constricted all around Mahiri's forehead and refused to let go, dragging her inwards to the humid darkness as her vision went black. That only meant her other senses were heightened in the absence of any visuals, left to feel heat washing over her along with the wet, fleshy touch of that working throat. The muscles clamped down hard with an audibly juicy squelch, drool splashing in her face, the scent remaining sweet even as she descended. She hardly got so much as a gasp out from her lips before her face was bulging beneath the short fuzz of the vulture's throat, her expression outlined, her protests silenced by the firm constriction of that first, powerful GULP.

Vivian's grip remained firm, digging in almost enough to hurt, but she wasn't forceful. Mahiri honestly wasn't sure why she wasn't fighting. She was starting to squirm at least, but her body remained relatively still for someone being swallowed whole. There was power to the way the vulture ate her. It wasn't just a matter of physical strength. She simply had a way about her that told the leopard there was nothing to be done. She had chosen her prey, and she was going to put that cat inside her belly no matter what Mahiri thought of that. Another decisive swallow just confirmed that. The leopard's ample tits, enhanced by the coyote she'd added to them, squished snugly into the vulture's beak, pressed down flat and kneaded with every nibble as Vivian fed her towards her throat. It took some effort to fit those breasts into her waiting gullet, making for a rounded, shapely bulge, squeezed down by the steady peristalsis feeding her inwards, massaging her all the way down. The pressure on her padded curves made being swallowed whole feel incredible, to the point she was finding it hard not to continue moaning as she felt that beak kneading along her doughy belly. All that fat, all that extra weight she had taken from Huttser was simply making her a more satisfying meal for that fat bird.

When she felt that tongue gliding down the crest of her rounded belly and between her thighs, picking up where the vulture's fingers left off, Mahiri really couldn't stay silent any longer. Her cries were muffled by the layers between her and the outside world, but they remained distinct, those distant groans of pleasure going along with the wild kicks of her legs. Vivian didn't have to do much to bring the leopard to a yowling, trembling, gushing orgasm. A few swift licks of that sopping pussy did it, leaving Mahiri twitching her legs, going rigid all over, and then squirting for the vulture to add to all that feline flavour. Vivian savoured it for a time, swishing her tongue back and forth, playing over those tender folds until the leopardess wasn't even making cat noises anymore. She simply screamed, letting the sound echo all around in that confining gullet, briefly overtaking the fleshy schlurps of consumption. The process of eating her had slowed, for the moment, but it wasn't long before Vivian tilted her beak towards the ceiling and set to finishing off her late dinner.

Mahiri's paws weren't far from the light fixture for those final swallows. One good kick could have brought the whole thing down, but she was hardly doing more than squirming by then. She rubbed her thighs together, streaked with saliva and orgasm, wiggled her toes, twitched her long, fluffy tail, and then let it fall limp. It served as a soft, slurpable noodle for the bird, dangling from her beak as she polished off Mahiri's paws, tucking them into her throat and sending them down to join the rest of her. The cat's muzzle was pressing down to the bottom of her belly, the weight of her padded shape starting to make the vulture's gut stretch and expand with her meal. There was hardly anything resembling a feline swelling out her feathery middle. Instead, it was just a taut, round shape, sticking out, padded by her existing fat, sagging lower and larger with every swallow. She made sure to slurp along with the gulping, sending out some slick and slobbery noise to mark the finality of the situation. Mahiri felt those walls squeezing her down, squishing deep into her curves, claiming all that prey-padding for Vivian's own. For as plump as she got from eating an entire coyote, all it amounted to was making for an even more satisfying belly-stuffer.

The vulture pressed the back of her hand to her beak as a soft belch escaped her. It was modest, especially considering she'd just swallowed an entire leopardess. She patted her belly a few times and gave a satisfied nod, saying nothing until she'd moved across the room and taken a seat, stretching her legs out across a couch as she cradled her prey-filled gut in both hands. Her voice remained steady.

"Magnificent, Mahiri. Truly. You are such a lovely meal I feel compelled to thank you for all your fine work in being so consumable. I would give my regards to the coyote for fattening you up for me, if he could hear me." She patted the cat a few times with a solid thud of palm to belly. "You settled in as if you were meant for my stomach. And I know my evening will be pleasant as I digest you."

There wasn't much the leopard could do in response, but she could hear every word. She eventually started to squirm and kick as best she could. The confining grip of that belly contracting around her made it hard to move much, or even breathe, but she felt she needed to show her disapproval as much as she could. Even if some small part of her thought it felt good to be devoured, to be stuffed away inside a warm, hungry gut, knowing all she had to do was relax and become part of the predator who desired her. There was something arousing enough in that thought to make her blush, but she tried not to think about it too much. She soon regretted all the movement when it seemed to stir up enough activity to get that chamber grumbling and splurching, juices starting to trickle down upon her fur from all sides, coating her in thick digestive fluids that clung to her fur and seeped through to her skin. She could already feel a tingle.

"Ahhhh," Vivian sighed. "And so it begins. I will be honest, Mahiri. There are some people, no matter how well I get to know them, no matter how much I come to enjoy their company, whose first impression never truly fades. And looking at you, from the very first glance, I knew for absolute certain that it would feel incredible to swallow you, to claim you, to feel you melting down, spot by pretty spot, and add you to my body as a few dozen pounds of vulture fat."

The old bird wasn't much for mobility as she slipped into that perfectly contented digestive haze of relaxation, but she sat up just a little to lean closer to her gut, speaking directly to the bulge that was Mahiri.

"What do you think of that? All your gorgeous curves, processed down to be absorbed by an old, fat, vulture. I doubt you ever expected to end up this way."

Vivian had no qualms at being honest with herself. She patted Mahiri a few more times and laid back, setting instead to deeply kneading. The way she touched stirred up even more activity. She'd done this many times before, and she knew precisely how to rub herself to get digestion flowing, turning to a sloshing, churning, messy process that rocked the cat back and forth, leaving her stewing in digestives that ensured she wasn't getting out of there. Not intact, anyway. She was already feeling the effects, her body numbing to block out the severity of the situation. The overheated air was making her dizzy, her head feeling hollow as she wriggled in that stomach, feeling the liquid level rising to immerse her in the damning cocktail of acidic juices. She was being digested, alive and whole, and it wouldn't be much longer before she was part of that thick vulture.

"I look forward to rubbing deeply into the new padding you provide me, Mahiri." Vivian's tone remained steady, even as she teased. It was more like she was reading from a book than truly taunting her prey. She was simply stating what was undeniably true. "However, even better than that - just imagine how it will feel to have others kneading into my new fat. Perhaps I will tell them who it was. Perhaps I will simply leave them to wonder how it is I've grown even softer than before, as they lustfully admire the new pounds I will pack on once I am fully finished digesting you. You will serve will to lure in my next meal, all in time."

Not only was the bird an expert at getting her juices flowing, she knew just where to rub to subdue her prey. Mahiri found herself oddly soothed by those touches. The vulture's fingers pressed right past the pudge to work the leopard inside her belly, turning Mahiri's wild wiggles into a calmer squirm. She writhed in there, her fur rubbing back and forth against the walls around her, silky and smooth, sleekly gliding along the lubricated flesh with a steady schlicking noise. That sensation of that inner massage had a way of soothing her into a state of acceptance. She wasn't getting out. That bird was going to digest her, and she was going to enjoy it, too. Vivian's stoic mask fell from her face for just a few moments as the sensations stirred up by the slow, erotic movements of her belly-filler. Not even she could resist a good, deep moan at the feeling of such a soft feline rubbing her from the inside like that.

"Ah, yes, Mahiri ... you are one of the best. I can tell already. A meal to be remembered, even long last I've claimed you for my hips. Here it comes now. We're getting into the fun of it."

Another pat of her stomach brought another modest belch from her. It was just enough to leave the air that much thinner, keeping the leopardess' head spinning, bringing her closer and closer to passing out in there. Maybe it would have been the best course of action. She could have peacefully endured having her body melted down in those sizzling juices while unconscious, but she was stubborn like that. It never really hurt, anyway. Whether it was through any effort of Vivian's, or the cat's own mind was blocking out what was happening to her, she felt nothing more than numbness overtaking her from the extremities, tingling and sometimes itching at worst, creeping towards her central core one gurgle at a time. She felt the walls compressing her, smashing her up against the roof of that sloppy chamber as if to squeeze her right back up Vivian's throat. Try as she did, the entrance was sealed shut. There was no escape, merely the constant sloshing pressure of a stomach determined to render her down into chyme.

The process found momentum. What began as a slow trickle over Mahiri's spots was soon a harshly churning, loudly roaring activity like that of a machine. But was all organic. A smooth, experienced stomach worked her over like it had so many meals before. She was no different - but for being especially satisfying. In the distance she could hear the vulture's heart beating, slowly. She wasn't worked up even while digesting a dear friend of hers. She remained steady and calm, closing her eyes and licking the edges of her beak for any last lingering traces of that fine feline flavour. Mahiri could faintly hear those sounds, but the overbearing GWORGLE of the digestive process was drowning out all else. The fluids were rising near her muzzle, making it increasingly difficult to keep her head above the surface, and the air was all but absent. She knew she didn't have much longer, especially with everything below her hips already gone numb, partly digested and sloshing all around what remained of her.

"Now rest, cat. No need to worry anymore. I'll take good care of you on these curves of mine. I long to see the gleam you'll bring to my feathers."

Vivian soothing patted her stomach as Mahiri slowed and faded. The sounds were growing muffled, as were all the other sensations. She felt herself drifting, her eyes closing, head flopping back as all the strength left her body. So much of her was already softened to the point it was unrecognizable from the rising slush around her, and the rest of her was following. She breathed what was supposed to be a sigh, but instead was a gurgling gargle of the juices that had overtaken her, and let herself slip down into darkness as her body gave out and she slumped down to the bottom of the fat bird's stomach, sinking into silence, giving some last twitches and spasms of her muscles that were hardly indicative of life any longer. That leopardess had passed onto into Vivian's digestive embrace, sinking sweetly into a slumber that sealed her fate as vulture pudge after some more time simmering down to something softer within that unforgiving stomach.

The bird let out a shrill cry of pleasure almost akin to orgasm when she felt those struggles cease, enjoying the feeling of the cat's weight shifting, sinking down, lifeless as digestion defeated her. She closed her eyes and savoured it for a while longer, talons gliding over her feathers, already feeling the bulge of feline prey shrinking down as her structural integrity failed, and she became little more than an unrecognizable mass of nutrients, of meat. She hadn't meant to doze, but she did for a time, slipping into the most pleasant of naps, filled with an enduring sense of satisfaction rather than dreams, working and churning Mahiri down into nothing more than something to be passed on through her intestines, to be drained and absorbed and added to her body. She didn't check the time immediately when she awoke from that short, heavenly slumber, but it was still dark out. It was a good time to rise and find a mirror.

She was impressed by how quickly her body had made use of Mahiri. It was if the cat was made to be a meal for a hungry bird. That thickly-set vulture was further padded by the trophy weight of the digested leopard. She was plumper, softer, and her feathers were shining with highlights like scatters of gold dust. Though she wasn't one for pride, she permitted herself the indulgence of raising her arms up behind her head, striking a few poses before the reflective glass, turning her hips and massive rump this way and that to get a good look at her new prize, at the added fat that enhanced her mature body into something even more curvaceous, even more attractive and enticing than ever before. When she was done the visual inspection, she set to work with her hands, working every single detail, paying attention to where she'd gained the most weight. It seemed rather like Mahiri favoured her tits when it came to padding her out, thickening them by a full cup size or more, though there was plenty of her on that rounded belly, on those heavy thighs and juicy backside. The cat wasn't light. Those soft, spotty curves meant plenty of weight, and plenty of fat on ravenous vulture who had consumed her.

That would have been enough of a trophy, but the sound of an erupting rumble in Vivian's stomach broke the silence. She rubbed deep into her fattened gut, hefting, kneading, squishing and squeezing that heavy belly like dough, then began to work up along her body. Her hands moved with the elegance of a symphony conductor, as she guided the pressure and the force up her throat, letting the heavy gurgles boil over and burst forth in a belch bordering on cataclysmic. There was no modesty to this one. She spread her arms wide and belted it out like she were singing opera, and it brought more than the sound that shook the room with that triumphant roar. There was just enough of Mahiri left to clatter forth in those moments. Vivian's stomach could digest bone without trouble, but that took time, and she instead projected those few remaining pieces of the leopard she had eaten onto the floor, to tumble down to the floor with the xylophone clink of bone on bone, eventually forming a slippery monument there before the bird.

There was no sense getting rid of such an elegant piece of memorability. Vivian bent down to gather up the remnants of the leopard's skeleton, including that emptied skull, bringing them to the kitchen so that she could properly wash them off of the lingering digestive juices and saliva. Once that was done, she set to lightly polishing them with a cloth, paying particular attention to that mostly-intact skull. The jawbone was somewhat loose on one side, left lopsided and liable to fall off if she didn't handle it carefully, but that could be fixed. A little work, and it would be ready to mount upon the wall, or perhaps go on display on her coffee table, as a wicked reminder of the meal she'd consumed. Leaning in, she laid a peck of a kiss on Mahiri's bony forehead, giving a soft little sigh of contentment as she stared into those hollowed eye sockets.

"Such a pretty thing you were, Mahiri. The pleasure may be over now, but I will think of it each time I rub into my jiggling gut, or squeeze a handful of these fattened breasts." She was speaking only to herself by then of course, but that didn't prevent her from delivering a monologue to the feline's empty skull as if she were performing a play. "Who shall I let admire me first? I can hardly wait to feel adoring hands and tongues upon the fat that you've become. If they knew that all this weight was you, would they change their minds about pressing in close as if to worship me? I don't think so, myself."

She set those bones down upon a towel, and let them decorate her kitchen, for the time being. They would find their place, proudly on display in time. Perhaps she'd even get a nameplate inscribed, to further remember such a gorgeous dinner. It was such an indulgence of hers, taking and consuming someone she knew so well, but in truth it had always been the plan. No matter how much she enjoyed Mahiri's company, nothing could truly stop her from devouring that pretty kitten. Someone so soft and delicious as her was an absolute treat to be claimed before anyone else could. Surely another predator would have digested her if Vivian hadn't first, and that knowledge made the satisfaction of being the one to have her even better than it already was.

She hardly needed to sleep so much as simmer in that contented state for as long as she could, drawing herself a hot bath filled with soothing salts, letting her plumped body steam for a good while, her thoughts kept silent as she focused instead on pure sensation. Even in her older age, she never tired of the supremely fulfilling feeling of digesting an ample beauty like Mahiri. She swore it got better with every single meal she added to her fat - or maybe that cat had simply been something special, something so luxurious she truly couldn't have asked for a better way to spend her evening. Her only regret was that she wouldn't be able to have her again, but such laments were minor in the face of the waves of ecstasy washing over her as she bathed in bliss beneath the dimmed lights, faintly humming when she didn't simply moan.