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by Bad Manners

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Vesper slumped down on the office cafeteria's chair, placing his tray on the table with enough force that his soda can toppled over. The black bearcat grabbed it before it could roll away as well, and carefully opened it. Unsurprisingly, the drink sizzled as a good portion was expelled from the can and onto the tray and food, and the binturong sighed.

He prodded the cola-covered food with a fork, but even if the little accident hadn't drenched it, he didn't really have an appetite today. Vesper felt something bump his long tail, and a sharp 'whoa!' reached his round, tufty ears. He turned around to see a woman who had tripped and almost fallen.

"Hey! Keep your tails away from corridors-" The goat turned to face the bearcat, and she shined a bright smile at him. "Oh, hi Vesper!"

"H-Hey..." The binturong replied. The smaller caprine with brown and white fur was Tigress - a nickname that normally resulted in no small amount of confusion. She was a temporary manager for HR or some other area, working for a few months in this company to build more of her curriculum, and she was his friend, kind of.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Tigress asked. Outside of the coworkers she had to interact with, Vesper was really the only person she'd spend time with in the company. Ever since he was sent out to help set up her printer - the bread-and-butter of IT -, she would call on him to spend a few coffee breaks together every now and then, usually with the confident goat talking about her ambitions for the future and the taciturn bearcat agreeing with monosyllabic remarks.

"Y-Yeah... Sorry about the tail."

"Oh, don't worry about it! It's my fault, I was distracted." She was remarkably happy for someone who almost had an accident. Vesper wondered if it was because of him, but he was too shy to ask, if it meant he could've sounded like he was insinuating something...

Instead, he noticed that there was no meal next to his, in front of her chair. "Where's your tray?"

"I don't eat here, I usually go out to a restaurant. But I've been meaning to try out this new diet, so I'm not going out for lunch today."

What was she doing in the cafeteria, then? Well, it wasn't important, Vesper thought. But he knew that Tigress was serious about this dieting and fitness stuff, even if he didn't care for it or couldn't afford to do it. Even with her suit on, it was clear that she had a fit body, so she probably went to the gym regularly and stuff like that.

"Is something wrong, Vesper?" She had a concerned look.

"Huh? N-No... Why?"

"Well, you haven't touched your lunch, and half of your Tums Up is on your plate with your food instead of your cup. And your face has a bunch of gray hairs..."

"I-I always had gray hairs..." He twitched his white whiskers flusteredly.

Her fingers nervously rubbed one of her sawed-off horns. "But you look sad! Will you promise to tell me if something's wrong? It's not work-related, is it?"

"No... It's my roommate." He sighed once more. "I shouted at him. I don't like shouting."

"I can't even imagine -you- shouting, out of all people! What did he do that was so serious?"

The soft spoken bearcat started listing things off his head. "It's nothing big, but... He doesn't do dishes. Or take out the trash. This one time, there was beer all over my bed sheet. And another time, he accidentally dropped my laptop in the bathtub. Yesterday, he forgot to flush again. I almost vomited! And s-so I shouted at- But maybe I just overreacted...! I should apologize..."

Tigress paused to think for a bit. "Wow... I've never had a roommate, but to me, it sounds like he's bad. Can't you just kick him out?"

"No! He's not bad. He's just...lazy. And he doesn't do what I ask, ever. And I had to cover his rent, but just this month... But I don't think it's fair to kick him out. O-Or that I shout at him."

"From what you've told me, this guy probably deserves more than just shouting. Who does he think he is, by the way? Do you have a pic of him?"

"Oh, hang on a second. I think I have his social media here." The binturong pulled out his phone from his jeans, and tapped around a few screens. "...There. His name is Matt."

The goat was handed the phone and she inspected the photo of a male caracal, wearing sunglasses but no shirt, his exposed tan fur contrasting with the sandy beach in the background. "Matt, huh... Is he bigger than you?"

"No. He's about your size... Smaller even, maybe." He grabbed a bite with his fork, and promptly spat it out when he realized it tasted like cola.

"Is that so...?" She had a glint in her horizontal eye. "Well, I think that Matt needs to be taught a lesson. And I think I can help with that."

Vesper raised his palms. "N-No, there's no need! I can solve it alone. I don't want to bother you-"

"Oh, don't worry! You're not bothering me, I want to help you! And besides, there's something for me in it."

Tigress was smirking, but the black bearcat was confused. She leaned closer to him, and began whispering.

"So, I mentioned how there's this new diet that I've been meaning to try out? Well, how do I put this..."

***

Vesper unlocked the door to his apartment and rushed inside, almost closing it on his long tail. From his panicked expression, it looked like he had seen a ghost. It had been hours, but he still couldn't believe what he'd heard, how it was possible - even less so, what he'd agreed to!

"Matt, are you here? I need to-"

"Oh, hey dude, you're home." The caracal was sitting lazily on the couch, watching TV while eating from a plate. His eyes didn't look away from the screen as he spoke. At least this once, he was wearing clothes when Vesper came back home.

"There's something I need to tell you, my friend is-" He stopped himself as something on the floor caught his attention.

"Hm? What is it?"

"You left your underwear on the floor again..." The bearcat mumbled.

"What? Speak louder." He was still completely engrossed in the TV.

"Y-Your... Your clothes are on the floor. A-And I have a visitor coming over."

The tan cat turned his green eyes to the ground for a moment. "Right. My bad. I'll pick it up later."

No, he won't. It had been a few months since he'd moved in with his new roommate, but even though Matt was a cool person and chill friend, he was terrible to live with.

"By the way, this pasta is great. Where did you order this from?"

"Wha-? Hey, that's my dinner! I made it for me!"

"Oh, uh, my bad. At least you can make more, right?" He offered as an excuse, but Vesper wouldn't take it.

"Dude, we just talked about this yesterday! I get home, I'm stressed from work, the least you can do is be a good roommate!" He did his best to avoid yelling, but already the caracal was causing him to lose his patience.

"I'm working on it! This time I made sure I flushed the toilet." Matt gloated.

"That's not the only-"

It was always excuses and half-hearted apologies from the feline, and fighting him felt pointless. He stormed off towards the corridor that separated their rooms from the living room.

"Hey, Vesper. Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?"

The binturong looked him straight in the eyes. "Your underwear. Don't leave it there." He left and slammed the door of his room, deciding to leave his roommate to his fate.

"Fine, dude." Matt scoffed, leaned over to grab the underwear, and tossed it away from the hall to the other direction, before going back to watching TV.

***

In truth, the bearcat wasn't any less nervous when he heard the doorbell ring. The black-furred viverrid's tail swished anxiously as he shuffled towards the door - not expecting the caracal sitting on the couch, who was now checking his phone, to answer it. The feline asked him something about borrowing his charger, but he paid him no mind.

Vesper was still wearing the shirt and jeans from work, but the caprine on the other side had lighter makeup and a fancy overcoat instead of her usual office getup. "H-Hey, Tigress..." He welcomed, and his feline roommate turned his head.

"Hi, Vespy!" The nickname was new, the binturong thought; the goat seemed even more energetic than before, and didn't show any signs of anxiety like he did. "I like the place! Didn't know you lived quite a drive away from the office, though."

"I normally go by train-"

"Oh, so you're 'Tigress', huh?" The caracal said in a disconcertingly flirty tone, and extended a hand. "Y'know, 'Vespy' here talked a lot about you." No, he didn't. "Name's Matt."

She shook his hand. "So you're Matt! He also told me all about you. You're taller than I imagined!"

As the two exchanged polite laughs, the bearcat silently blushed under his coat of fur, realizing every implication in Tigress's words.

"I was sure that you were, well, a tigress. But I can see that you're a very pretty lady still."

"Aw, thank you!" She smiled over the backhanded compliment, and Vesper didn't know if she was being polite or oblivious.

"I guess you're the least cat-like person out of the three of us, actually. Aren't bearcats closer to cats than bears and dogs, or something? Vesper?"

The viverrid felt nervous being put in the spotlight. "K-Kinda-"

"So why the name Tigress? Not to be rude or anything," the shameless caracal continued, "but isn't it, like, culturally insensitive against us felines?"

The binturong was annoyed by the insinuation of 'us felines'. Even more to the point, though: Was Matt getting angry that a single word he'd overheard a minute ago had misled him into thinking that she would be another cat? He couldn't have considered flirting with a random woman on their first meeting, could he? Vesper looked at Tigress, and she smiled back to him, as if she wanted to say that she could handle this situation.

"I can explain, but can I come in and sit down? I have just gotten back from the gym and I don't want to collapse from exhaustion and hunger." The emphasis that she put on that last word made the bearcat dizzy as blood drained away from his brain and into his cheeks.

"Sure, make yourself comfortable-" Matt pointed at a chair, and the goat simply went ahead and removed her overcoat before sitting down, revealing the spandex leggings and sports bra that she was wearing underneath. Certainly her gym clothes, or most likely a spare set that she'd brought just for the occasion...

Her hands pointed at the black markings over her white fur and toned muscles of her ribs, back, and belly. "These aren't real stripes, I've had them tattooed. But I've gotten them for the same reason I had my horns sawed off. I was born a goat, but that doesn't mean that I'm at the bottom of the food chain - in a Manner of speaking. I've had to fight to reach my place at the top, but most importantly, I had to believe in myself. So I got these stripes and got people to call me Tigress, that I might earn that title one day."

Vesper had heard the story a few times before, but had never actually seen her tattoos until then. His roommate, meanwhile, had his jaw dropped for over a minute now, before he regained a semblance of composure and spoke. "Wow... You may not be a tiger, but you sure sound fierce. Like my type of girl."

"You're sweet..." She was taking advantage of Matt's dumbfoundedness, it seemed. "I would love to talk more, but I'm starving and we were about to get dinner."

The bearcat was getting more nervous, and he wrung his paws together, realizing how much cold sweat they had already.

Matt smirked. "Oh, is that so? Then why don't you ditch this dude and we go to a fancy restaurant? I know just the place~."

"Dude, what...?!" Vesper whispered to himself in cringe and frustration, rubbing his eyes. "You forgot how you just ate all my pasta for dinner...?"

"Actually, there's something that you and Vespy can help me with." She stood back up. "Matt, why don't you get undressed, but keep your underwear on?"

Both men dropped their jaws at what she said. The caracal, especially, was giddy with excitement. "For real, Vesper?! I didn't know you wanted me to join a threesome! Though I don't swing that way, so don't expect me to touch you or anything, dude."

The binturong tried to reply, but Tigress interrupted him with a raised hand, and spoke to Matt. "Don't worry about him. Just focus on me...after you strip." Was she being flirtatious as a charade, or was she getting excited about it?

She didn't need to ask a third time, as the cat tossed his crocs, shorts, and T-shirt behind the couch, only sporting a white underwear with a clearly erect penis inside. "Are we gonna do it right here? When are you gonna strip down too?" He asked.

"Just close your eyes for me."

The caracal uttered an 'ooh!' in delight and obeyed, expecting a nice surprise. Tigress went behind of him and knelt, staring intently at his tail as she convinced herself to go through with this. Vesper was simply frozen - except for the prehensile appendage behind him nervously tapping the ground -, not knowing what else to do but watch.

Her hands grabbed the tip of Matt's tan-furred tail, careful not to tug it too hard, and pointed it at the parting lips. The bushy, coarse fur touched her salivating tongue, and she brought her head forward to suck on it. The caracal kept his mouth and eyes shut, intrigued by the sensation of the goat's teeth lightly scraping his tail as the fur tickled the roof of her mouth. He kept it still as the underside was tasted by the herbivore, and an audible 'gluk!' brought the first inch or so into her throat. Matt now moved his hands away from his face and looked behind, seeing Tigress essentially blowing his tail like a longer dick.

He began wondering out loud. "Huh... I think I've heard of this before, it's-"

"C-Close your eyes." Vesper demanded softly. He was doing as Tigress had instructed him earlier today, following the script she'd relayed, to make sure that Matt obeyed her at all times, and force him if he didn't.

"Okay, fine. I didn't know you were into kinky shit like this, dude. Not judging tho." He felt an uncomfortable tug on his tail. "Easy, my Tigress."

The goat moved forward a bit, angling her head as essentially a tube around that tail. Eventually, she'd have to be more forceful, but for now, Matt's cooperation was aiding her in their goal.

"Oohh, it's hot..." The caracal commented, now that a fourth of his tail was past the lips. Vesper wondered if Matt referred to her insides being warm or the arousal from the situation. He figured it likely meant both when the feline's hand intruded the band of his underwear, starting to paw himself off. He seemed to be enjoying this 'punishment' way too much for Vesper's taste.

"S-Stop that!" The bearcat complained, and Matt obliged.

"You're no fun, dude! Live a little!" He laughed a bit, and felt another tug which prompted him to inch backwards. "Alright, if I can't watch, then you tell me. Is she really swallowing my tail?"

He paused for a bit. "Y-Yeah."

"Ha ha, nice. You think she can take the whole thing?"

"She seems to think so..."

And she certainly acted confidently. More and more of his tail disappeared from Vesper's view, the goat clearly taking her time to gobble it up. Her tummy growled, pleading for any sort of nutrition after Tigress's fast and exercise, and the obstruction in her throat would do. There wasn't any perceptible bulge on her neck since the appendage wasn't thick enough, but it must be going down that way as she continued to snake more and more towards the base of the tail.

Matt asked again while covering his eyes. "Do you think I'm in your stomach already or not? Not sure if that's dangerous."

"Mm-mm." The negative hums were the best that Tigress could manage. She kept her progress, trying to move her whole body around the furry appendage to minimize tugging him too strongly yet. Less than a fourth of the distance remained between her lips and the base, but she paused with a muffled cough for a second. Had she gagged? She strained to pull off a swallow, and a powerful 'glp!' once again brought the caracal's hind a little bit closer to her.

"Oh! It's definitely in your stomach now...!" Matt exclaimed in surprise. Vesper wondered how it must have felt that he could tell. The goat didn't wait, now that her stomach complained once it had a taste of her meal, and got up on her knees to deep-throat the rest of tail.

Not a moment later, Tigress encased the whole thing, her lips meeting the base of Matt's spine. Her tongue flailed over his fabric-covered buttocks as she attempted to swallow more of the caracal, but even moving her head from side to side, she was struggling to open her mouth more. But she was still hungry and determined, so she groaned to call Vesper's attention, then darted her eyes to the sofa next to her.

He understood what she wanted. "O-Okay Matt, I'm gonna move you. You'll sit on the couch so this is easier for Tigress."

The feline opened his eyes. "Umm, don't you think I'm deep enough- Yelp!" The bearcat grabbed his shoulders and pushed him horizontally towards the armrest of the sofa, and he apprehensively shuffled to comply, until he was sitting on the flat surface. His concealed butt was just off the edge, pointing towards the cushion where Tigress had moved onto, along with the tail she was pinned to, which meant that she was lying right below him.

The goat then pulled his hips slightly towards her, so that his weight was now beginning to shift onto her head. She swallowed more while rocking her face to the sides, trying to stretch her lips around the caracal's pelvis. The gravity and pull of her esophagus over his tail seemed to help a bit, but Tigress was still struggling. Vesper moved in front of Matt to help her, pressing on the sides of his hip to squeeze the glutes into her mouth to help things along.

"Okay guys, v-very funny... But shouldn't you- ack!" Matt's butt fell a bit more into that gaping maw. "You should s-stop before she chokes or s-something...!"

The caracal was getting suspicious, so Tigress increased her efforts before he could fight himself off from it. She continued to separate her jaws as her prey's cross-section included more of his abdomen and thighs, his cheeks fully inside hers, his tail almost entirely down her throat. And the caprine's body did its best to claim the feline as its meal.

"That's enough, let me go!" His roommate's instincts were now kicking in, realizing he was actually being devoured by the goat as he began to struggle. His arms flailed, trying to figure out how to free his body from the downwards suction... until Vesper grabbed both of them. "Huh?!"

Tigress had previously told him that this might have happened. To prevent any issues, she'd instructed him to shove those hands behind his back, into her throat, in order to hold them in place just with her own body, without ropes or anything. So the binturong, now standing behind Matt, joined the two tan paws by the wrists, and carefully slipped them past the goat's upper lip. He studied the unnatural enlarging of the opening, and acted in sync with the audible swallows to avoid any issues like bites or muscular cramps. Another gulp demonstrated that the hands were locked in place, so Vesper moved onto the next step.

The bearcat circled back to the caracal's front, tuning out from the prey's bickering to grab his ankles. The half-bent legs were also shuffling to be freed without much success, but they weren't in a great position to be swallowed down in the first place. Vesper would solve this by tucking them near the cat's chest, curling them up with his knees right under his chin, and then point those toes downward to their destination. Matt was flexible enough to handle like that, and the top of his constricted feet now rubbed on the goat's tongue.

With how slippery and busy it was, the viverrid was struggling to fit the limbs in the right spot, hindered by his roommate's thrashing. Tigress was attempting to coordinate to accommodate the feet into her, or at the very least, trying to wriggle her own tongue around to make room underneath. With another swallow, however, it was clear that the space was getting too tight, now that the mass pushing against the back of her throat was substantially bigger than just Matt's tail.

Vesper kept at it, pushing the legs closer to the rest of the body, with just enough force to tilt the caracal slightly backwards... and 'glk!' The toes fit under his body, over the tongue. They were now headed towards the throat that was already stretching beyond its normal capacity, and the cat was slipping into the pipe at a snail's pace.

"No... stop! I don't want this!" Matt plead desperately over the loud swallows from the throat and growls from the stomach. "I-Is this some prank or bet? You want to embarrass me?! Please, I can give you money, w-w-we can do a different prank... Anything you want! J-Just...stop this!" He had a moment of realization. "Wait, is this because you said I was a bad roommate? I-I'm trying to get better, I am! I did the thing you asked. Please, dude, tell her to let me go!"

The other carnivore simply looked the gluttonous goat in the eyes, before reciting the words she'd asked him to say. "Y-You're just her food now..."

Before Matt could complain any more, he brought his palm to the caracal's face, covering his mouth while pushing him slightly faster into hers. It was surreal...like watching a video of a snake swallowing its catch, but it was actually there, inches away. And he could feel the prey's warmth and fur on his hand. It wasn't simply happening in front of him, he was -causing- it to happen. He probably could even change the outcome still, if he put his mind and body to it... But he wanted the goat's idea to succeed. And it wouldn't be long before it did.

A loud rip snapped him out of it, and he was concerned that something had gone horribly wrong. Matt was mostly in shock, but not showing any pain, and neither was Tigress. But looking at the side of her back teeth, he saw a torn piece of white fabric stuck between the molars. The caracal's underwear likely got stuck there and couldn't withstand being stretched that far. Vesper tried to pull it out and remove it, but instead it slipped and got launched into the throat, like a rubber band being stretched and released. It would end up in the stomach all the same.

The caracal managed to shake off the hand from his face, and begged. "It's t-too tight... I d-d-don't wanna be food..." Most of his body was inside of the caprine's digestive system, bulging her throat out incredibly. The outline of his feet could be seen from the front, and the tongue tasted his knees thoroughly. The continuous progress was now limited to each individual swallow, the ingestion happening over tiny jerks of the body sinking deeper.

But his face was still outside, bearing an expression of fear. The caracal could have yelled for help - hoping that someone else would rescue him -, but maybe his pride was louder than his instincts still. Was he afraid to be seen like this? Vesper brought his hand to the top of Matt's head, but he didn't push down on it again. He simply brushed the tan fur, and the words came out of the viverrid's mouth spontaneously. "Give in. Let it happen."

Tears promptly traveled over the black markings around his eyes, and the cat whined quietly. Judging by how far in he was, his butt must have been in Tigress's stomach already. With the goat's palate now looming just above his neck, he had all but accepted his fate. She could do the honors on her own, Vesper thought, so he put some distance between himself and the two, and watched silently. There was nothing more for him to say.

The goat herself had resisted the urge to simply push the food in until now, but her stomach wouldn't wait any longer. Her hands aimed indiscriminately at whichever remaining part of Matt was easier to reach, pressing face and shoulder and what-not into the depths of her maw. His entire being having been tasted, compacted, drenched, devoured... It was almost over.

His final bits were all in her tongue's reach. His long distinct ears now bent in her maw, and he'd closed his watery eyes to avoid getting saliva on them. Tigress tried to close her mouth too early, and to Vesper, it looked like she was softly chewing on the caracal as if he were cud. Matt simply whispered the same word over and over. "Please... Please..." The sounds were drowned out by the loud swallowing, until the chamber successfully closed over his face, muffling any pleas to the outside world.

Tigress had done what had seemed impossible half an hour ago. The entire caracal, consumed right then and there. His shoulders compressed tightly in her throat, bulging visibly from the outside, headed towards an even tighter chamber. Her lips and cheeks were returning to their normal size as the cat's head started to leave her mouth and enter her esophagus. She weakened her swallowing, if only to savor those final moments as that last chunk of wriggling meat made its final descent. The binturong saw an outline of Matt's face - or at least, the peak caused by his snout - appear under her skin for a few moments, before disappearing behind her chest.

"Y-Y-You actually did it...! Unreal..."

"...ulp...! Ahh..." She swallowed one final time. It was done, then. She flopped back to sit on the couch, and Vesper circled to face her belly. The caracal was nearly her size, but it was hard to tell like this. The goat very clearly sported a sizable bulge, squeezed into a tight ball under her toned abs. It might've looked as if she had swallowed a large basketball, if only it had writhing limbs trying to push out in that compact space. "I really... I really needed that." Her breath was short, revealing how spent she was from consuming the feline. Tigress's hands massaged the restless meal.

"You just ate him...like you said!" The bearcat was still in shock, his prehensile tail flicking softly.

"He's filling up my first stomach- urp, excuse me! I can feel his warmth and fur, too... Can you hear him?" Vesper got closer to her, trying to pick out any sounds that weren't gurgles. It...sounded like a whimper, perhaps. But it was interrupted by a soft cry that he could barely make out: 'let me go... let me go...'. He stepped back with trepidation. It was amazing and terrifying. Tigress spoke to herself. "He'll learn his place soon enou- Ugh...I think I'm-"

Her face looked like she was about to retch. She turned her head away and belched, and a white fabric, drenched in gnarly-looking digestive fluids, landed on the ground next to the bearcat. Matt's torn underwear, which had found its way out somehow. Her stomach's rumbling had now gotten quiet.

"I'm sorry about that... In hindsight, I should've asked him to take that off. This is better." She leaned back to show off the accomplishment currently bloating her striped abdomen. "Damn I was hungry... I could really use some sleep now, Vespy." Tigress's hand groped the bulge's knee, and looked at the binturong teasingly. "I'm sure your roommate won't mind if I stay with you for the night~..."

"Umm... I-I was gonna ask," Vesper queried meekly, "when are you going to let him out?"

She crossed her arms. "Let him out...? Why would I do that? We're better off like this."

"B-But I thought this was supposed to teach him a lesson...!"

"I said that this was part of a diet I'm doing, haven't I? And you told Matt yourself: He's just food, now. And food belongs right here. That's his lesson...so he's staying in there to learn it."

"I-I-I never agreed to this...! What if he's hurt, or- or-"

The goat sighed as she stood up, seemingly unfazed by the extra weight. 'Way to ruin the mood', she whispered to herself under her breath. "If you're gonna act like this, I'm just gonna go home."

"Wait, you can't-"

Tigress simply grabbed her overcoat, not bothering to put it back on. She walked to the door, opened it, and looked back. The binturong was still frozen in place, staring disconcertingly at her large, writhing stomach. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

She waited for a response, but as none came, she left. And then it was quiet, really quiet. It felt like it all had happened ages ago, and the binturong simply stood there in shock. When he returned to his senses, Vesper rushed to the door, but nobody was on the corridor. He shut it quickly, then slumped against the wood. He felt his tail brush on something wet. His eyes darted to that sorry piece of clothing on the floor that belonged to the caracal, the spit and acids on it being soaked into the carpet.

Was Matt...truly gone forever?

***

The whole night, the thought of it haunted him. He'd only chosen to do this to teach him a lesson, Vesper reasoned! But it had gone too far... However, this seemed to be the goat's plan all along. He wanted to call Tigress, and try to reason with her, but he didn't have her number, and contacting any coworkers for her number might have aroused suspicion.

After all, this had to be a crime, right? At the very least, it was kidnapping, or worse... No, he couldn't even bear the thought of it. But he was still an accomplice of whatever-crime-it-is! The viverrid had watched enough police dramas to know not to leave a trail of evidence behind- Wait, what was he even thinking about?! That's what a criminal would think, and Vesper was innocent...right?

He tried to trick himself into believing that he hadn't done anything wrong, and it almost helped him get through the night... If he didn't remember - right before dozing off - that someone who knew Matt might still come looking for him in social media. Crap!

The next hours were spent finding Matt's phone among the discarded clothing in the living room, charging it back to life, and then intently staring at the lock screen while lying in bed. He didn't need to crack the password - although, knowing his roommate, it'd probably be something like 'matt'. All that Vesper wanted was to learn if someone would come for him and expose his actions. It wasn't a rational plan, but he couldn't think straight.

But time passed, and not one notification appeared. It wasn't an Internet problem, because Vesper's phone still worked - and though his own phone had no notifications of its own, that's how it usually went for him. But Matt was the outgoing one... Surely someone would notice his extended absence, right? He watched the four large numbers on the screen change periodically, late into the night... Past 3 AM, in fact, and nothing. His stomach grumbled in complaint, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast, but he paid it no mind...staring intently at the blank screen...drifting off...

His tummy then growled even louder, jolting the binturong awake. He'd fallen asleep without noticing, and his alarm hadn't gone off; his own phone's battery had died while Matt's was charging. Outside, it was already really bright. He was going to be late for work!

***

Vesper didn't like shouting or being shouted at, but he was unfortunately expecting the latter when he got to work. Sure enough, his boss gave him more than an earful for his lateness, which devolved into a one-sided rant as he vented about whatever stick was stuck up his ass and shifted all blame on all of his problems onto his employee. The bearcat would have been more worried about the threats of being fired if his mind wasn't concerned about Tigress, or Matt, or how much he was starving. Instead, he simply stood quietly in the office for minutes-turned-hour, blurting out a 'yes, sir' or 'I'm sorry, sir' when necessary - time he could've spent working instead or, given his state of mind, pretended to.

As soon as he was in the clear, he sneaked away from the office, hoping to meet up for his usual morning coffee break, while there was time still. It was risky for his employment status, but it couldn't be worse than any fate his roommate was subjected to. To think he'd told him he was 'just her food now'...he dreaded the implications of his deed.

"Oh, there you are, Vesper!" A familiar, somewhat stoic, feminine voice greeted him in the break room. "I almost thought you wouldn't show up, you know."

"Tigress!" He panted from having just run across the building's floor. "This day has already been-"

His eyes darted in panic to the goat's prominent belly. She still sported a rather noticeable bulge, but it was smaller than yesterday's. While it might have looked like a whole basketball was in there after she'd swallowed the caracal - though it was hard to see under her suit, now it looked volleyball-sized instead. His heart sank, realizing it might be too late.

"N-N-No... Is- Is he really...?"

She got closer to him and whispered. "In my second stomach, yes."

"S-Second stomach...?"

"Yep!" Tigress smiled and flexed her abs, tightening her belly. In response, the occupant inside squirmed a bit, though the movements behind her clothes were only noticeable this close. And to cast away any more doubts, a very subtle whine could be heard, no doubt his roommate's.

He sighed in relief. Matt was (mostly) fine, apparently. "I was w-worried that something bad had happened." He grabbed a hot cup of coffee from the dispenser.

"Oh! No, that's not how it works. It'd hardly be a diet. I still need Matt here to be my food, after all." She brought a hand to playfully pinch the bulge, prompting the caracal to squirm again in protestation. "Hmm, that feels nice..."

"T-Tigress...! A-Aren't you...y'know...concerned that a coworker will notice?"

"Hmm? Well, nobody asked me anything about my belly. And if they do, I'll just say it's a 'cheat day' from my diet-"

"How can you joke at something like this?! You gotta s-spit him out or something...!"

"No shouting, Vesper... It doesn't suit you." She begged him. "And why would I let him out? He's much more useful for you and me like this, isn't he? And he doesn't even have to pay rent for his new place."

The binturong may have felt sick to his stomach if not for the literal hunger. He washed down the saliva accumulating in his mouth with the cup of coffee, which turned out to be a bad idea as his belly growled in disapproval.

"Are you okay?" The goat asked the cringing viverrid.

"I...I haven't eaten yet."

"You should get a snack or something." She glanced nonchalantly at her watch. "I really need to get back to work, we can catch up later."

Before he could protest, Tigress walked away, cradling the discreet meal that was Matt with her. He didn't have time for a snack, or lunch, due to the hours he'd have to cover for his late shift - coming here in itself was already walking on thin ice. And food was the last thing he wanted to think about, given the whole Tigress situation. He made his way back to his cubicle, hoping to take his mind off from the whole thing, now that he knew that his roommate was alive and well...ish.

***

Sitting on his chair, his elbows on the desk, gray hairs on his face covered by his black paws, Vesper simply couldn't take his mind off of it. If there was some way to rescue Matt, he had to find it - with no external help and covering his tracks, of course.

Being from IT, he knew how to circumvent the company network's logs and web filters to mask his online activity. Connecting to a secure private proxy he'd set up long ago, the binturong browsed to Guurgle, searching for information on caprine digestive system, for starters. Tigress had mentioned a 'second stomach', and it seemed from the first result that goats, much like cows, were ruminants with four separate chambers. The second one was the reticulum, and it housed the cud, which is naturally regurgitated and swallowed back as a part of rumination.

So there was a chance, then. Matt could still be safely retrieved if she decided to let him go. There was also some information about digestive massage, to help bigger chunks of food through the chambers, either deeper or out. But - he continued reading - if he was in her third stomach, retching would be almost impossible without medication; and in the fourth, only with surgical intervention. Vesper's goal was to avoid any attention at all... Therefore, reasoning with the goat was his best choice.

She was most likely still busy with her own work, so the bearcat wanted to arm himself with more information before confronting her. In fact, this whole 'diet' thing that she kept repeating was worth investigating. He entered several variations of the terms 'fitness' and 'swallowing someone whole' into Guurgle, but didn't find what he was looking for. There was a bunch of testimonials on people devouring others whole, though. It seemed like some obscure sex act...? Vesper had never heard about this before, but it appeared to be relatively safe for both participants. He didn't find anything on goats claiming the role of 'predator' - but there was a lot of them being 'prey' instead... The viverrid probably stared at some pictures for far longer than he would have expected, and the images of people filled with other people didn't help with his own lingering starvation.

He cleaned the drool on his maw and his hand reached for his pocket, bringing Matt's phone to his face. He was still worried that anyone would have asked anything by now over social media. There was some relief when he saw no notifications at all, but also some concern. No-one had even asked for the caracal yet. He didn't know much about Matt's personal life, to be honest, but didn't he have a job, or friends, or anyone who would have missed him by now...?

"Vesper!" His boss's angry voice roared across the room. "You better turn off that phone and send me those analytics by the end of your shift. Final warning!"

The taciturn viverrid didn't even look up to face him or his gossipy coworkers, and jumbled to conceal the phone back into his pocket as he closed any incriminating tabs on his computer's screen. If he wasn't so cowardly, maybe he would have fought back, but that didn't seem sensible. He already had enough natural gray hairs on his face. And besides, the quicker this work was done with, the earlier he could find some food...

***

It was a slow day, and hours of uninterrupted brain-draining work later - with his stomach quietly complaining all along -, he finally finished the presentation, and e-mailed it to his superior. Vesper expected to be yelled at again, but peeking over his screen, he noticed that his boss's office was empty... He must have gone home already.

He checked the time to confirm it. It was late now, past his usual end of shift, even if he hadn't reached the quota for the day. Still, there wasn't anybody left to complain about his early leave, no clock to punch, his work was done, and support hours were over anyway, so this was the perfect chance to sneak out and track down Tigress, provided she was still in her office.

Which office, though, was the next question. He knew that she was a temporary manager, but he wasn't sure if she worked in Human Resources or somewhere else. Still, that seemed like a good spot to start as any - but Vesper knew that they had changed places recently, and he hadn't been responsible for moving their equipment, so he didn't know which desk was hers.

The sector was almost completely empty, but there was a woman by the entrance, the plaque reading 'Human Resources Department Assistant' - though she was clearly the HR director's secretary. "Tigress?" The golden retriever receptionist repeated the name back to Vesper. "I think you're looking in the wrong department. We don't have any felines working here, let alone tigers-"

"N-No, she's not a tiger... She's a goat. Shorter than me. Cut horns, brown and white...?"

"Oh, you mean Brenda! The temp manager? Why would her name be Tigress...? Anyway, I'm afraid Brenda's on a meeting with the director and the team right now, and it's scheduled until her shift ends. If you want me to, you can leave a note for her. Oh, I also have her business card, if you want to call her phone later."

He took the paper into his hands, reading the first name in big letters. 'Brenda'... It was Tigress's name, apparently. But the nickname wasn't the only thing that her coworkers apparently didn't know about her. He imagined her in a meeting full of people - making a presentation, even -, sporting that caracal-filled belly all the time, and none would be wiser. Was it exhilarating for her? The thought made him flustered...

"E-Excuse me, mister..."

"Hmm?"

"You're...drooling."

He wiped his mouth with his arm, and a bunch of saliva stuck to his black fur. "Oh, s-sorry... Guess I haven't eaten in the last...what, 36 hours?" He smiled awkwardly, but the receptionist didn't laugh at his joke. "Umm... C-Can you tell her this? 'Vesper wants to meet you at the cafeteria'."

***

The cafeteria was empty at late hours, and it was easy for Tigress to find Vesper at his usual lunch spot, under the single bright light in the hall. His long black-furred tail splayed across the walkway behind him, he was greedily gulping the sandwich on his hand - from Slurpway, according to the branded paper bag on the table. Normally he was a slow eater, not a messy one, but she could hear his slurps from a distance; he must have been starving.

"Hey." She touched his shoulder as she called him, and the binturong jumped a bit in surprise. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"O-Oh, it's okay... It was hard to think without food. I grabbed a cold tuna sandwich from the Slurpway down the street, but I don't think it's as fresh as they say... It tasted funny." He must have devoured the footlong in record time, and he looked at the standing woman. "Ah, sorry! You can sit here."

The goat rested next to him like she'd done yesterday, watching as he wiped the breadcrumbs from his snout. "You wanted to talk...?"

"The s-secretary said that your name was Brenda... Not Tigress?" He asked coyly. "Sorry, of course it's not Tigress... But I thought you said you wanted other people to-"

She sighed. "Yeah, well, it's not that simple... I've told you about my dreams, and how I want to be taken seriously. But it's really hard. Being who I am...a goa- I mean, a woman temp manager. I can't really mess up at all. One slip-up is all that it takes. People don't take me seriously, like you do." She looked down at her tummy. "Like he does, now. He barely moves or whimpers anymore."

"Is that what this was all about...? That's why you ate Matt? To be taken seriously...?" Vesper tried to keep his composure, putting both hands down on the table. "You've- You've proven your point; c-could you let him out now...?"

"Vespy, it's not-"

"H-How deep is he?"

"Huh...? He's b-beginning to enter my omasum, I think."

The third stomach, the binturong noted. "Then there's still time. You can puke him out. I can help-!"

"Vesper!" She cried out in clear distress. "Stop asking me to spit him out, I don't want to!"

"Why...?!" As he asked, Tigress looked down.

"I- Yesterday, when I came here, I...I was looking for you. I wanted to- I wanted -us- to-" She took a deep breath. Her voice was weak. "I found this thing online, and I wanted to ask you...if you wanted me to do this for you."

"Wanted to do...what?" That's when her eyes met his, and he realized her intention behind that gaze. "Wait, you wanted to...to eat -me-?! But that's- I'm bigger than you! Would that even be possible...?!"

"I don't know, possibly not... Maybe? But you see how he's so snug inside, fitting in a single stomach...and he's almost my size! So it's not impossible... And I got hungry on purpose, in preparation for..." She unbuttoned her suit's shirt, revealing a tight yoga tank top serving as a makeshift corset, pressing down on the lively meal. Her hand rubbed over the consumed feline. "Before you say anything...I wanted it for your own good. You're the only person here that I care about, and you looked so unhappy lately! And I wanted you to be close, very close. Maybe you would agree and do it willingly, and we'd be happy...but... But you talked about your bad roommate, and this seemed better. The best outcome. Now he has a better purpose than tormenting you...and the two of us can be together, Vespy. If you want."

Vesper wanted to vent his emotions, and his outrage that had been boiling up from her condescension. But he kept his mouth shut, because something much more physical and nasty had been brewing inside of him, literally. As it turned out, the bearcat was unable to stomach the spoiled fish sandwich, and any words would be followed by his only meal in the last days. He didn't want to alarm her, so he simply kept quiet as his vision turned blurrier.

Tigress likely took his silence as rejection. She stood up and looked away to hide her face, but her voice cracked with heartbreak. "If you don't want it, f-fine. But I'm not gonna let my food out. A-And I have to go to the gym, so...goodbye." She stormed out on her heels without waiting, every step echoing through the hall into his round ears. Until they didn't anymore.

Without wasting another second, the nauseous viverrid jumped from his chair and rushed to the restroom. He slammed open the first stall and slumped in front of the toilet, just in time to retch into the bowl. His hand clutched his pained stomach, as the puking continued on and on until there wasn't anything left. The half-chewed snack was just waste in the toilet, flushed away with a flick of the lever.

His tail closed down the lid, and he slumped his head on the top. The aching and starving binturong brought Matt's phone once again to his face - still no notifications being displayed. Not one person seemed to care about his whereabouts, except for Vesper himself. Was it really too late for Matt? Was he the last person who would remember the caracal?

Maybe it was all a terrible dream. Maybe he would wake up, and go back home, and find his shitty roommate breaking his things, or stealing his dinner, or saying stupid shit...whatever! He didn't want Matt to disappear... Because if he was forgettable, then wouldn't Vesper be, too? Disposable like a piece of food, at the bottom of the food chain, to be eaten and converted into a bulge? Or to be discarded and left alone in a restroom stall, like a bad tuna sandwich?

And if it wasn't Matt who had been eaten by Tigress, it would have been him. Had their friendship just been fake all this time, just for that ultimate goal? Just a means to a more carnal, animalistic end? He couldn't think straight. His nausea made him momentarily forget about his extreme hunger, but soon he'd need something to eat, before his reason gave way to pure instinct. But his gut knew that this wasn't where he belonged. He didn't want to give up in a restroom stall of all places.

Maybe, Vesper could find what he wanted at home.

***

"Vesper? Are you alright?!" The goat panted, knocking on his front door. "I don't even know how you got my business number...but I ran from the gym as soon as I got your text. I didn't even have time to shower...! Is something wrong?"

There was no answer. She was worried that something bad might've happened from his rather cryptic message telling her to come, and she decided to turn the handle in case the door was unlocked... And sure enough, it opened! Tigress walked into the apartment, a bead of sweat dripping onto the carpet of the dimly lit hall.

Other than the lights leaking through the living room's window, she could only see a bright streak under a door on the opposite side, to another room. Everything seemed to be in place, from what she'd glanced yesterday. She called out Vesper's name again, but nobody answered.

The light switch flicked, and before Tigress's eyes could adjust to the brightness, she was caught in an embrace. Her entire vision was dark again, covered by the short black fur smooshing her from the front, filling her nostrils with a popcorn smell that she'd never noticed before. The binturong had her in a bear(cat) hug.

"You came...!" Vesper celebrated softly, and sniffed. "I-I can smell you..."

The goat softly broke the hug, now that she was less alarmed. "Sorry for that, I was so concerned that I drove straight here. If I had more time, I would have-" She interrupted herself now that she could see the whole viverrid. The -whole- viverrid. He was completely naked, revealing his black fur-covered anatomy, including his male bits.

"It's okay..." He replied, his tail swooshing anxiously. "You smell...n-n-nice."

"Oh, uh, thanks...? Why did you call me here?"

"Tigress." His white whiskers twitched as he spoke. "D-Do you like me?"

"I- Yes, I like you, Vespy. Did you just realize, you dork?"

He didn't laugh at her cutesy joke. Instead, he pulled her shoulders close, and kissed her on the lips. She was stunned by the bearcat's sudden forwardness, but she reciprocated the gesture. It was very impassioned from Vesper's part, their tongues meeting in her mouth, exchanging so much saliva... What a messy kisser he was, she thought.

He broke the smooch moments later. "S-Sorry... I lost a bit of control..."

Tigress shook her head, swooning. "I like this new impulsive side of yours. It's okay. Give in and let it take control, then. Follow your heart..."

"Okay."

He took her hand and pulled her to the lit bedroom at the back, as gently as he could keep his impulses in check. Before she could even process anything, she landed on the bed with her back, bouncing on the soft mattress. He was really taking her suggestion wholly to heart.

The caprine glanced around at the room, trying to peek at Vesper's private life. The bed sheets were clean, and there was an old change of clothes lying on the ground - not what Vesper had been wearing at work. There was also a poster of some cougar celebrity that she didn't recognize. And at the corner of the room, a minibar with adult toys sitting on top...

The door slammed shut, and she turned her gaze upwards, meeting with Vesper's, who had just placed his phone under the pillow. He stood next to the bed, but instead of his usual meek posture, the bearcat seemed taken by his instincts. His expressive tail was still, and he also looked bigger now that he wasn't curving his back. The only thing illuminating the room was a dim bed lamp, making his nocturnal animal figure seem even darker. It was honestly a bit frightening, but also exciting. Still, it didn't seem that his black-furred dick was fully erect yet.

"Can I...undress you?" The larger male's voice was as shy and quiet as always. If anything, it added a touch of sensitivity to his whole appearance, which only made him more appealing to her. Getting more excited herself, all that Tigress managed was to nod wordlessly as he stared at her gym clothes.

She had already slipped out of her shoes, and the kneeling bearcat removed her pants and underwear without hesitation. But he paid her labia no mind, standing back up to take off her tank top. The viverrid then took his sweet time, like someone carefully unwrapping a gift. And a part of Tigress already knew that it wasn't her boobs that he was interested in.

Vesper rolled the top just short of her neck before stopping, now observing her belly closely. The bulge was hardly perceptible under her clothes before, but he could see it entirely. The swelling behind her toned muscles and striped fur looked uncanny on the fit body, bulging out no more than two inches. It was flat on her abdomen, and as he felt with his hands, firm, almost like she'd swallowed a board. The tiny movements inside could only be perceived with touch, and were completely concealed by the skin otherwise. The binturong brought his tufty round ear closer, and a very muffled, restrained whine could be made out. His roommate.

"How deep is he?" He remained enthralled by that belly as he asked.

Tigress had managed to remove the rest of the tank top on her own, and looked at him. "I-I felt him enter my abomasum during my workout. He should be halfway in."

He recognized the term from his searches earlier; the caracal was well on his way into the fourth and final stomach, then. "Did it...feel good?"

It wasn't the question that she'd anticipated, but she answered honestly. "... Yes."

What the bearcat did next caught her by surprise. Both of his hands pushed on her stomach, pressing it down from outside, and from the sides... and then from above. He kneaded her abs, but it wasn't to hurt her or push the caracal outside. In fact, it was aiding the prey further into her last chamber! Tigress moaned, and the binturong massaged her abdomen, her gastric system rumbling happily as the squirming occupant was pushed into her deeper gut. If he was trying to please her, then he was succeeding.

"Hmmm...this feels wonderful." And the viverrid seemed to be enjoying himself, if his wagging tail - or more explicitly, his full hard-on - was any indication. "I'm glad that we...ooh...can enjoy this together..."

She didn't notice the omnivore swallowing saliva, but she felt his weight as his upper body touched hers, lightly pinning down her waist, without stopping the digestive massage. She also felt her living meal wriggle a bit more, in response to her body being handled around him and the organs readjusting in kind.

"How did he taste?"

"Him? Hm, mostly salty..."

"Just 'salty'...?" His throbbing cock was lightly humping the bed, away from her body.

"Salty and... k-kind of herbal? And a hint of smoky... And there was something else, almost imperceptible. I think it was bitter... Metallic, maybe. I could still feel it a little bit in my breath this morning, too..."

The bearcat on top of her was taking most of her senses of vision, smell, and touch by now. And after her rich description, which was driving him mad, she'd felt him humping the bed with his throbbing cock. Was he still holding himself from penetrating her? Maybe she just needed to encourage him a bit more.

"Vespy?"

He was panting, and he brought a hand behind her head. "Mnng... Yeah...?"

"I-Is this your first time?" He nodded. "Please, be gentle..."

"I'll- I'll be. But I'm just so, so, SO h-h-hu-"

"Horny...?"

Losing his last shred of inhibition, the binturong's maw snapped open, revealing a sharp set of teeth and saliva aplenty. Just as quickly, it lunged forward, engulfing the goat's entire head in one go. He was doing it... Vesper was eating her! The squirms and muffled shouts were clear proof of that, and there was no backing out.

Even if Tigress was the fitter of the two, his body was big and heavy, and managed to keep her pinned down and dominated. He could feel the caprine's skull, from chin to sawed-off horns, pressing against his whole mouth as she tried to say something, but the pressure between Vesper's jaws kept hers shut, so only muffled grunts could be heard. Like a wild beast, the bearcat engorged himself more with the herbivore, leaking more drool and precum onto the bed sheeting.

She was fighting quite a bit against that fate, arms flailing and hitting his face. The feistiness of his prey only increased his predatorial stupor, and he did his best to hold her arms with his hands - and failing. His tail agitated violently, and knocked over the lamp from the nightstand, making the room completely dark. But this gave him an idea. He brought his prehensile member and held one of her arms still next to the torso, using his hands to carefully maneuver Tigress's other hand deep into his mouth.

His body, overcome by hunger, demanded that more of the goat was swallowed. His tongue assaulted her skin, wanting to claim for itself the sensation that the goat had had with the caracal. Her sweat obfuscated it with saltiness, but he could feel a mild rich taste - not exactly tangy -, but a bit creamy too. And a deliciously sweet aftertaste whenever his tongue stopped acting. Her aroma, now so intense to him, added to the milky flavor even more. A far cry from the fish vomit taste that had been permeating his buds for the last few hours.

Another few gulps to bring her fingers into his esophagus, and her panic settled in again, although she couldn't do anything in his tail's grasp. The sensation of the short, cut-off horns scraping against his palate was divine, scratching an itch that he didn't even know existed. The caprine's flavor seemed to get stronger and more interesting further down her body, as he licked her neck and shoulders to confirm.

Tigress was fitting comfortably into his mouth - and now, her snout in his throat -, and Vesper felt so big in contrast. Her initial plan - of eating the viverrid - seemed like a long forgotten impossibility. But this...! This was how it was meant to be, all along. He just knew it.

Most of the goat's body had felt hard as bones and stiff as muscles in his mouth until now, so it was a surprise as his sharp teeth brushed against the topside of a soft surface - her boobs. He slurped down even more despite protestations, carefully letting that rack slip into his maw in one go. Vesper had been rushing up to this point, but he decided to savor the smaller mammal a bit. After all, with how long she'd taken to consume Matt herself, it was only fair.

His tongue pressed against the soft warm skin of the titties, where the taste was the strongest. Somewhere in his own throat, he could hear her muffles, subdued as they were... This wasn't just a meal, it was a living one. One he'd hunted. One who would soon earn her place and extinguish his hunger. One that was all his to claim.

Maneuvering his hand in the dark, he looked for the pussy between her legs, but was surprised when his fingers met hers. Given Vesper's current ecstasy, and the scene that he'd witnessed yesterday, it was hard to believe that forcefully being swallowed alive was more pleasurable than doing the swallowing... Perhaps Tigress, still struggling weakly, was trying to make the most of her own situation. And so he would, as well.

He pushed his tongue against her cushioned rack, and two of his digits into her vagina, changing her voice into a constrained moan. The bearcat slipped the fingers in and out, all the while she still rubbed her clitoris. He gulped a few more times, taking the opportunity to start lifting his head and positioning her better without removing his hand from her tunnel.

His tongue left his mouth to tease her abdomen with its tip, pushing against the rigid bulge in her midriff with an entirely different massage. It was hard to tell which movements were Matt's and which were Tigress's, both blending together for his weak sense of touch in the darkness. The taste was very clear, however; the goat's milkiness mixed with the strongly marked saltiness of her sweat gave it a cheese-like sensation.

The richness of her flavors and aromas made Vesper even hungrier, and his stomach complained more loudly for him to be done with it. But if this was to be a one-time thing, he still wanted to make the most of it. Nevertheless, seemingly with a mind of its own, Vesper's tail darted to her leg, wrapping around it and lifting it to point at the ceiling. His neck craned up as well to follow, jerking his head to fit more of the goat's plump breasts into his throat. The fingers still in her vagina could work as further leverage, and the binturong pushed them deeper to bring her further down.

Saliva, gravity, swallowing, pushing, all combined to make her squirming more of a help than a hindrance. And it was wonderful... Tigress's words didn't make it justice, and Vesper didn't know if anyone could, either. If she only felt half as good inside of his stomach, it would all have still been worth it. But it wasn't for him, or the goat, that he was doing this, was it...? Yes, it wasn't out of savagery or hunger; he had a goal out of compassion, after all, right? He couldn't be acting out of sheer instinct, it just wasn't him. It -wasn't-. He was being reasonable. He was in control of everything...!

More of the goat entered his snout, surrounded by his warm heavy breathing, and her sexual juices now graced his taste buds. But it wasn't so much a singular flavor that the viverrid perceived, but a feeling of pleasure and dominance. And Vesper, being her entire world, would provide. His tongue replaced his fingers in Tigress's vagina, claiming even her insides as its territory.

Her suppressed moans traveling down his esophagus were imperceptible behind his own grunts, as his drenched hand now rubbed his cock quickly. The binturong already felt so close to his limit, but he wanted to hold out for longer, focusing on consuming Tigress instead. About half of her body was already past his uvula, headed to his single stomach. The goat felt quite heavy, which made sense with the added weight of the caracal in her own guts, but it worked in Vesper's favor. Her toned thighs flailed fruitlessly into his lips, as her legs missed the kicks on the tail holding them up. But it was too late already.

The situation all changed when the caprine slipped a little bit further in, however. She'd been in his esophagus this whole time, but now one of her horns brushed against the sphincter at the bottom, until the sawed-off protuberance penetrated it. His thoughts exploded, much like the cum rushing out in his simultaneous orgasm. Vesper swallowed especially hard, pushing his tail towards his maw as a good chunk of the goat immediately filled his stomach. He felt the skin around his belly jump outward, as his digestive chamber, like a fleshy vacuum, claimed more of his prey in mere seconds. Before he realized it, her soles were the only part of her still outside of his mouth. He placed his free hand on that last part of Tigress. They felt so cold and lonely out here; one push was all it took to send them away.

And then, one gulp to bring them to the back of his mouth. Another to dislodge them into his throat. And a last one to seal her fate, feeling the toes pass through to the other side of the sphincter. Vesper exhaled with a very satisfied 'aah!', gloating over with his full-course meal, and hopped onto the bed, ignoring the multitudes of different fluids on the sheet. He couldn't see his own belly sway, but the bearcat preferred being kept in the dark for now. Nevertheless, he could feel how the tummy was spread out with the occupant - or rather, occupants. A slurry of mumbles coming from the inside was drowned by his stomach's light churning. She'd learn her place eventually, he thought.

Another loud groan could be heard from his digestive system. Apparently, not even Tigress was enough to sate his long-unfulfilled hunger, even if her taste lingered still in his tongue. He grabbed Matt's phone that he'd left under the pillow earlier and checked the time... It wasn't that late into the night, and his usual pizza delivery place should still be open for a while. Of course, his new guest wouldn't be happy about sharing her surroundings with actual food, but she had to adapt to her new life eventually. Better sooner than later. And just so the delivery person wasn't suspicious, he could wear some loose hoodie to hide his bulge. Eventually, he'll have to find a more permanent solution...perhaps, even a diet and training regimen of his own.

His hands rubbed his belly, and his tail wagged to indicate his delight. He was satisfied with himself; he'd finally stood up and put everything into its rightful order for once. Vesper brought his head closer to the splayed belly bulge, possessively grabbing it with one hand, almost pinching himself. He could only make out Tigress's muffled and defeated pleading, but if he spoke loud and clear, hopefully his words would reach -him- as well.

"Matt, if you can hear me... I-I did it. I remembered you, Matt. And now, you're here with me. You don't have to worry. You won't go anywhere else anymore, Matt. Y-You're home, now... You're home."