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Frosty hummed quietly to himself, unable to contain a smirk as he hefted a bulky object beneath his arms on the way to the front door. The cheetah's white tail was flitting quickly to either side, giving away his excitement at showing off his new purchase. When he walked inside, he promptly dropped the box onto the floor and let the bags of groceries fall off his wrists.

"I'm home, wuff!" he called out to his housemate.

Hearing the commotion, Forest emerged from his bedroom a moment later and blinked at the sight before him. A large box was pushed to the side of the entryway, and Frosty was surrounded in several shopping bags. "Just how much stuff did you get, chee? You said you only needed to pick up a few personal items."

Admittedly, he had gotten a little carried away. But Frosty knew it would be worth it. As Forest approached, he quickly inspected the contents of the shopping bags. Body shampoo, grooming products...cat litter? And what appeared to be a collar. Turning his gaze to the largest of the items, Forest set eyes on a fancy litterbox. His confusion was now soaring.

"Frosty, are we adopting a cat?"

The cheetah could barely contain himself, but it didn't reduce his mischievous grin any. "No, I think one cat in the house is enough. These are for something...special."

The wuff looked baffled, trying to piece it all together in his head. "What are you getting at?"

Stepping closer, Frosty reached into the bag containing the collar and pulled it free. The collar was made of light-pink leather, a red tag hanging from the front already. He stretched it open to proudly display the engraving at the center of the heart-shaped emblem.

_ Kitty Litter._

"I thought it might look cute on you," Frosty offered, holding up the collar to compare it against the wuff's trademark black band.

Realization abruptly came crashing in, causing a deep blush to rapidly spread over Forest's cheeks. His grey ears pinned back bashfully while a high whine escaped him. "F-Frosty...!"

Giggling at the wuff's reaction, he lowered the collar and stepped in to bring his arms loosely around Forest's waist. Despite his embarrassment, he returned the gesture and reached around the cheetah's shoulders while burying his rosy muzzle against the cat's chest. Forest was choking on his words, too mortified to find the courage to say anything else. As a hand reached up to gently pet between his ears, he gazed to the side of the cheetah where the largest item was. The oversized litterbox seemed to be decorated on one side as well, and on closer inspection, he made out the letters "Kitty Li-" and quickly figured out what the rest likely said.

"I've been giving your offer some serious thought. I think you have your answer already, but I would love to show you what it's like to be part of chee's diet, wuffie. And everything kitties eat winds up in the kitty litter. So, I thought it might be a fitting name for you."

Whining louder, Forest felt his face burning. He choked briefly before gazing up at Frosty over the top of his partially-steamed glasses. "C-chee! Y-you can't be serious..."

The red tag jingled as it brushed against Forest, the pink collar hanging loosely in the cheetah's fingers. He turned to kiss the wuff's cheek lightly, then tipped to whisper sweetly into his pinned ears. "What do you think, wuff? Or should I say, 'Kitty Litter?'"

The confident words made Forest visibly wilt against him, but his tail was wagging furiously, giving away his excitement at the shameless title. He wouldn't openly admit it to anyone else, barely managing the courage to confess his dark desires to the cheetah to begin with. For all his predatory flair, several intrusive dreams had visited Forest at night, leaving him blushing and confused at the mix of emotions he was feeling at the thought of being eaten by the cheetah he affectionately called his favorite food. But he kept it to himself, for the most part, letting those ideas simmer.

It wasn't until a late-night, half asleep conversation that Forest confessed his fantasy to the white cheetah. How badly he wanted to let the chee turn things around on him...to let Frosty experience the sheer bliss of having a full, squirming_gut. And not just anyone in his gut. Forest wanted the cheetah to eat _him. Even as tired as he was at the time, his tongue a bit looser than normal as a result, it had taken all his will to admit it to the cat, much to Frosty's astonishment (and beaming pride).

Having broken the ice, things only escalated from there. The cheetah's teasing grew more frequent, the wuff's confessions more detailed. The dreams came more intensely as well, some of them so vivid and real that he was surprised when he woke up. But despite all their exchanges, Forest couldn't bring himself to follow through. After another late night of uninhibited conversation and intimate cuddling, Forest hesitantly made the offer. He made it clear to Frosty that his desire to be cat food was more than a topic of lewd teasing. He meant it on a very deep level.

Now here they were, embracing one another in the living room with several items clearly stating their intended purpose. And Frosty was holding the most significant one.

"So, the collar...I'm not gonna make you put it on until you're ready, wuffie. But understand that once you do wear this collar...there's no turning back. If you're wearing it, kitty's gonna eat you."

Forest could still feel his cheeks burning as he buried his face against the cat's chest, rubbing him fondly before he leaned away. His heart was racing, peering up at the smirking cheetah and noting the deviant, but confident twinkle in Frosty's eyes. Without a word, Forest reached up and began to loosen his collar, an action that carried significant meaning. In all the time he knew him, Frosty had never seen Forest take off his collar. Not even when he showered or slept. He simply never took it off.

But now the black collar and golden medallion was hanging loosely in one hand, the wuff's head dipped with his ears laid flat. Frosty was open-mouthed for several seconds, taken aback by the sight. It was almost too much to accept, his arms tightening against Forest in a possessive hug that was enthusiastically reciprocated. When the cheetah's arms relaxed, they slowly stroked up Forest's body until he reached the wuff's grey neck, draping the open collar against it and looping it around. The pink leather nestled into grey and white fluff as Frosty fastened it, then leaned away to admire the fit.

"It looks adorable on you," the cheetah remarked, holding back a giggle at the name Forest now bore on his collar.

Forest turned about until he found a mirror, inspecting the new addition. It was a bit shocking not to see his usual black collar looking back at him, but there was something...comforting in the pink decoration. He reached up to lightly finger the heart medallion, blushing furiously at the sight of a wuff looking back at him, proudly bearing the name "Kitty Litter." He didn't realize how quickly he was wagging, tail moving tail back and forth in a blur.

"Hee, glad to see you like your new collar, wuffie. Don't worry, I'll keep your old one safe."

The cheetah's own collar came off, placed on the nightstand, and the wuff's collar was fastened around Frosty's neck. It felt unusual how comfortably it fit about his neck. And it felt good, simply because he was wearing Forest's collar, which was a feat of its own. He admired the gold medallion and traced his fingertips over it while he smiled to Forest.

"I hope nobody gets upset. I mean, I know a lot of people are probably gonna miss a wuff. But you'll come back. You always do. Perhaps just in time for another trip through a cheetah."

He could scarcely believe these words were coming from Frosty's mouth. Where had this sudden bout of confidence come from? Forest was wilting, clinging tightly to his friend while blushing. He whimpered quietly as Frosty reached down, petting along his sides, then hips. A soft squeeze made him stand on his toes and inhale sharply. For all the time he'd spent teasing a cheetah, making him melt with things he could do, and several trips through the wuff's digestive tract, the tables were truly turned.

"I wasn't expecting you to accept that so quickly. Does that mean...if I wanted...I could ask you right now to prove how badly you want this?"

A shiver raced up Forest's back. They had exchanged long discussions about how things might go, what would take place. And now it was happening. His heart fluttered rapidly, body flush from head to toe. He knew what he needed to do, but even now, wearing a collar that clearly identified his purpose, his intended outcome, he had trouble asking.

"Still nervous, wuffie? Don't blame you. Must be quite a step, going from alpha wuff predator to a meal for your favorite cheetah," Frosty teased, petting up and down the wuff's sides again.

"N-no...I know what I want." Gulping softly, Forest took a deep breath to calm his nerves and gazed directly into the cheetah's eyes. "I want you to eat me, chee. I want you to...make me yours."

It was exactly what Frosty wanted to hear. They had agreed to consent, and it had been offered in the most direct manner. His tail flicked quickly, nearly matching the wuff's wagging as he brought Forest into a tighter embrace. Nimble fingers slid beneath the wuff's hoodie, pushing the fabric up and petting through thick fur.

"You won't be needing this, and I'd hate to ruin your hoodie, wuffie. Why don't we get this off you first?" Frosty offered, gently tugging the hoodie up. Much to his satisfaction, Forest reluctantly complied, lifting his arms and allowing the cheetah to pull his prized garment over his head. He shivered as his upper body was exposed to the white cat, timidly hiding himself against Frosty and hugging tightly.

The hoodie was tossed aside onto the sofa, leaving Frosty much more room to explore the wuff's body, sifting his fingers through grey and white fur and making Forest whimper and shiver intermittently. Bending down, Frosty kissed him between the ears, purring to his friend before a pink tongue licked a long path from the wuff's forehead to the back of his neck. It made Forest whine loudly, ducking instinctively as his face grew crimson once more.

"Mmmh, there we go. Much better. All that fabric would be such a pain to cough up later," Frosty observed, giving several more licks near the base of Forest's ears and coaxing soft whining from the flustered wuff. While he licked, his hands wandered along the wuff's white waistline, tracing temptingly through his fur until he found his target. A sharp _snap_could be heard as the wuff's shorts were undone and swiftly loosened, a pair of hands immediately coming down to halt Frosty's attempt.,

"J-just...no peeking?" the wuff timidly requested, modestly covering himself but allowing the cheetah to continue undoing his shorts. Grinning at the simple request, Frosty nuzzled between the wuff's ears and placed another tender kiss in his soft fur. Then his fingers pushed beneath the wuff's shorts and began to ease them off, assisted by helpful wiggling. Frosty let them fall to his waist before he stroked upward, passing directly over the wuff's hips and feeling out his body directly.

"Prrh, you smell nice, and you taste even better," Frosty purred, tongue dipping to lap dramatically up the bridge of Forest's snout. It gave him quite a view of cheetah fangs and a bristly tongue as his fur was streaked with drool. He licked several more times, exploring the wuff's muzzle and cheeks and leaving his fur glistening.

A deep growl interrupted his teasing, his stomach rumbling against the wuff's body. Forest immediately glanced down, his face becoming hotter as he was squeezed against that gurgling gut. His hands reached between them to dutifully knead Frosty's belly, feeling it churn unhappily at the fact that he hadn't really eaten a proper dinner. It was empty, hungry, and demanding to be filled. A warm glow washed over Forest as his mind wandered, of what it would feel like to be the one to fill it.

He'd find out soon enough. Frosty's licking was already growing more frequent, strands of drool liberally applied to the wuff's muzzle and face. Then the cheetah's lips began to suckle wetly on Forest's nose, and soon the entire end of his snout. It was growing progressively warmer, wetter, and silky flesh was beginning to conform to the wuff's face. Forest shivered when the cheetah's cheeks suckled against him, followed by a deep swallow that whisked away a growing pool of wuff-flavored drool.

Frosty had hoped this moment would last, that he would get to intimately tease and work up the wuff before consuming him. The cat's appetite was the winning force, demanding to be sated sooner rather than later. Placing a hand to the back of Forest's head, he pushed firmly, wedging the wuff's muzzle into his throat and gulping immediately. A wave of flesh quivered and clenched down on the intrusion, tugging firmly to help guide him in.

The slimy, smooth passage made Forest whine, ears pinned against the roof of Frosty's mouth, and soon the cat's throat. A distinct bulge passed beneath the wuff's collar that Frosty bore, twisting and wiggling helplessly as Frosty hunched over him. The cat's jaws yawned impressively and twisted to work Forest's shoulders inside, one, then the other stretching his cheeks. A deep, gratifying swallow could be heard that tightly squeezed Forest's upper body, dragging several inches into the cat's throat.

Neither of them could scarcely believe this was happening, each for their own reasons. Frosty never thought Forest would follow through on all their teasing, yet the wuff was now almost halfway down his throat. Forest didn't think the petite cheetah could pull of such an indulgent act so effortlessly. Sharp feline teeth tickled his body as Frosty held the wuff's waist and hauled him deeper. Then his hips became leverage, the white cat tipping his head up to straighten the path somewhat. It also accelerated the wuff's descent unexpectedly, his hips shoving into Frosty's jaws and forcing them wide.

The cheetah's tongue reflexively curled as Forest's curvy waist and hips filled out his jaws, earning a rather unexpected shudder until he realized why. For all his greediness and ravenous swallowing, the normally predatory wuff was enjoying this more than he wanted to let on. A pink feline tongue curled between the wuff's thighs, giving Forest a uniquely textured carpet to roll his hips across. He was fully erect, the cat's tongue cradling him intimately as his hips quickly descended into Frosty's throat. The stiff length made an imprint of its own that Frosty followed down his neck, teasing the wuff into a fit of squirming that made his predatory cat groan.

Left only with a pair of grey and white legs, and a wildly-wagging tail, Frosty simply relaxed his throat and let peristalsis do the rest of the work. He rubbed his fingers tenderly over the two wuff paws and guided them back until his lips sealed over the end of Forest's toes. His tongue liberally applied them with drool to sneak a proper sampling of wuff paws, soaking them until a final gulp drew the last of the squirming wuff down Frosty's throat.

Down below, he was rapidly spilling out into the cheetah's belly, swelling and filling out the normally-petite cat. Grey spots stretched and disfigured at the edge of his waist as the wuff settled down into Frosty's lap, occasional handprints or wuff paws making themselves known when Forest pushed about. A heavy sigh escaped the cheetah's lips ass his stomach gurgled, quite satisfied with this new occupant. It wasn't just any occupant, either. It was wuffie. He'd eaten Forest. Swallowed the grey wuff whole, and now his stomach was compressing against the wuff with the clear intention of digesting him alive.

"Ooooh, wuffie...you feel...prrrrh...making a chee so full.." The cheetah's belly gurgled unhappily, until a taut clench brought up a deep, crass "BEEEEELCH" that was accompanied by grey wuff fur. Already vaguely showing off the wuff's shape, the tighter clench gave Frosty a better idea of how his meal was situated. Bending down, he nuzzled Forest's head and give his stomach a hug, possessively squeezing the meal within as it wiggled and stretched helplessly.

Inside, it was much tighter than Forest could have anticipated, especially after that confining belch. A slimy pool of stinging fluids was already building around him, and thick strands of acrid enzymes were dripping over his body, kneaded into his fur to prepare him like any other meal. The cheetah's belly didn't care this that was an "alpha predator wuff." He was simply food now. Frosty's hands roamed over his belly as he listened to the muted gurgling, shivering each time Forest shifted inside. It felt too good, lightly rolling his hips and pushing his hands down to compress the wuff inside.

"Nnnh, c-chee...!" Forest protested the tight confines, his body straining as clumps of wet fur began to slide free of his body. The tension let up a few seconds later, replaced by dutiful kneading and the steady peristaltic motions of a stomach well-practiced in digesting meat. It was hot, uncomfortable, and becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. His head was swimming, and he could feel his eyes getting heavier as time went on. It was for the better, because it numbed the pain when the acids began to attack the wuff's skin to properly soften the twitching meal.

"Shhhhh, just relax, wuffie. Let a chee take good care of you. Just...mmmh...keep wiggling as long as you like. It'll help you digest faster, like a little bunny."

Being compared to the staple of the wuff's diet only added insult to injury, but there wasn't much Forest could do about it. The desire to sleep was readily growing, and he could hear the sizzling of acids softening and grinding down the outer layers of his body. In the end, bunny, wuff. It would all digest the same, and when all was said and done...

Blushing furiously again, Forest remembered that litterbox. Was Frosty actually going to use it? Was it just a prop, to get the wuff all flustered about what he was offering? He probably wouldn't find out, which suited him just fine. As the walls compressed and jostled his tightly-curled body, a distant _pop_could be heard, followed by several more. Aided by firm, greedy kneading from the cheetah's paws, the wuff's body wasn't faring well inside. Frosty was deliberately clenching and hugging his gut to help things along, feeling the wuff slowly giving in to digestion.

"Mmmh, enjoy your new home, Kitty Litter," Frosty purred, earning a last, feeble squirm before the wuff's body gave out entirely. The potent feline acids proved to be effective, stripping away and softening Forest's body, slowly rounding out the shape that hang over the cheetah's lap. Frosty was thoroughly enjoying the growing softness, giving his stomach several sweet kisses while it noisily churned down his friend.

As time passed, the cheetah's belly shrunk, compacting slightly to work down the sturdier parts of the wuff's body and begin squeezing what was left into his intestines. He purred and let his fingertips wander over the softness that lingered on his belly and admired the growing pudginess that was beginning to pad his hips as well. Wiggling lightly, the added mass made Frosty grin to himself, especially when he felt a soft twitch in return. Even though the wuff was mostly-digested, something lingered behind. An unknown force kept him aware of the cheetah's digestive tract; of the cat's stomach breaking down his bones and grinding apart the meaty remains, of peristalsis working the soupy wuff down the cat's intestines to feed his body and pad the cat's hips.

Stretching on the couch, Frosty sat up as another sensation roused him. Wiggling his hips, he reached down to stroke them softly, admiring the extra width that Forest had granted him. He could almost feel the wuff blushing somewhere in there, perhaps his imagination, but it felt too real to ignore. Standing up from the sofa, he didn't bother to put on pants, simply wandering over to the litterbox. He had some prepwork to do.

While the cheetah filled his special litterbox with an appropriate depth of granules, Forest focused on his surroundings. Of the cheetah's intestines, and now the cat's colon working over what was left of his body, as well as a few personal items that had survived the trip. He could almost feel how smug Frosty was about the situation, especially when he wiggled his rump. Forest couldn't identify what was keeping him there, but his consciousness seemed quite content to remain with the cheetah's hips.

Then Forest became aware of the cheetah carefully stepping over the litterbox and squatting down, hiking his tail up as a much more solid mass moved through his lower intestine. He could actually feel the cat's body kneading and squeezing it along, pushing him_along. With a soft grunt and a cute "chrrrp," a soft mass emerged from beneath the cheetah's tail and slowly descended toward the cat litter. It began to coil up, littered with clumps of slimy grey and white fur. Frosty shivered and bore down on the mass, and a pair of glasses emerged next, followed by a strip of pink fabric and a red tag, tarnished by stomach acids. Forest was blushing furiously now, the only thing he could do, as Frosty relieved himself over a litterbox like a common housecat. A litterbox that proudly wore this meal's new "name," _Kitty Litter.

The pressure in Frosty's colon suddenly increased, tension on his stretched pink ring building steadily until it was almost too much for him. Squatting lower, Frosty panted quietly and relaxed for a moment, then pushed again, straining gently to relieve himself of this solid mass. Realizing what it was, Forest 's consciousness caused the cheetah's hips to warm further with a hot "blush." A nose emerged beneath the cheetah's tail, and with a firm push, an intact skull finally slid free.

Panting quickly, the rest of the ordeal was relaxing and enjoyable, especially knowing that Forest was aware of the entire thing. Wiggling his hips as he squeezed out the last of the wuff, Frosty stood up and turned to inspect his handiwork. The cute grey and white wuff was now a tightly-coiled brown pile interspersed with mucous-covered fur, bone fragments, the wuff's personal effects, and most notably, his skull. To add insult to injury, Frosty made a show of pushing cat litter up against the impressive pile, as if to "bury" the wuff like a normal housecat might.

The wave of heat that came over Frosty's hips made him giggle, admiring the pinkish tint that resulted from a wuff blushing beneath the surface. He patted them gently, swaying in his hands to get one last assessment of how much weight he'd put on. Purring approvingly, he gave his hips a squeeze, feeling them wiggle gently in response.

"Good wuffie...all this time acting like a big, bad pred, but in truth...you're just Kitty Litter."

Humming to himself, Frosty strolled over to the sofa to collect the wuff's hoodie, something that earned a flustered wiggle from his hip-bound friend. Pulling it over his head, he admired the way it complimented Forest's collar, tugging the bottom of the hoodie down to cover his nudity. It was difficult with the added pudge still clinging to his stomach, much rounder than it would normally be.

"Mmmmh, there we are, hun. Hope you enjoy the stay. I look forward to doing this again..."