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It would have been a curious sight to any outside observer. A fox helping to feed a doe so generously, making sure to massage her belly or just press his head right against it for some adoring nuzzles wasn't exactly the natural order of things. Dreccan was very good at what she did, and Dusk loved that he got to help her indulge. Every session they had together, the doe ate a little more and got even fuller, but she never slowed down or struggled. It was almost as if he was helping her train for an especially big meal. Dusk just hoped he'd be around when she had it.

The theme of the night was dessert. Sometimes they started with appetizers, sometimes they skipped right to the sweet stuff. Dreccan had been insistent about the menu that evening. Dusk didn't mind. There he was, finishing up with a piece of delicious cherry pie, tart and sweet, topped off by a generous dollop of whipped cream that clung to her upper lip and nose until she licked it off. He watched her chewing, and breathed just a little heavier every time he saw her throat flex with the casual effort of swallowing down all that food. The doe was an eating machine, and he was proud to keep her fuelled.

"One more bite," she softly said, and he was glad to oblige.

As usual, he took his time easing it into her mouth. The process was just as important as the result. She curled her tongue under his hands, licked, teased, and eventually closed her lips around his wrists. This time, she was a little more of a tease than usual, sucking on his digits, even letting him feel the slightest sample of her swallowing. Those powerful gullet muscles teased at his fingertips and left him blushing, especially when she made such deliberate eye contact with him the whole time. She sucked, she gulped, and she tasted him every bit as much as the decadent treat he was feeding her, until he could barely stand how flustered it was making him.

"Hey ... " he whispered, with the slightest fuss. Dreccan didn't respond beyond simply letting him go with a little smirk and a flash of something in her eyes, but that brief time he spent inside her mouth left a lingering warmth on his cheeks.

When they were done with that meal, and they were surrounded by empty, crumb-covered platters, she tugged at his leash just to bring him a little closer. He always wore the collar for their food sessions. Such a good feeder pet he was, always tending to her every need with care and expertise. He'd been brushing up on his massage skills in their time apart just so he could please her all the better, kneading from her gut, up to her breasts, then her shoulders, and working down her sides again until he finally returned to her hips. Dreccan sighed and soaked it in, faintly squirming at times, but not because she was uncomfortable. It was more a matter of barely being able to contain her own rising, hidden excitement.

"Little closer. It's really making noise today. You hear that?"

Dusk nodded. It was impossible to miss. He was used to the usual churns and gurgles, but there was a distinct rumble beneath the surface that definitely called for more attention from his talented hands and fingers. The fox kneaded her a little more firmly, but took care not to use too much pressure of course. When he was satisfied, he pressed his ear extra close to her chubby tum and took in the extent of the heavy, sloshing activity he could still hear, despite all his feeding and soothing efforts.

"Kind of sounds like you're still hungry, actually. I don't know how you do it, you're just, I mean, you're so good at what you do, and ..."

She gave him a familiar look that told him he was babbling. Not that she minded, but it was her turn to talk.

"Mmm. Funny how that goes." She let out a little giggle that made him tilt his head at her. "For now though, I want to show you something. All your hard work is getting me so nice and soft, wouldn't you think? This way, pet."

A surprisingly firm tug of his leash made him gasp for a moment. When she wanted something, she wanted it immediately. He loved that about her. Off she dragged him, hauling him towards her bedroom, where the moonlight streamed through the window and all was unusually still. Or so it felt to Dusk, anyway. Once they got there, she just pushed him down. It wasn't quite firm enough to completely topple him, but he went ahead and fell over anyway. Splayed out on her mattress and curiously watching her, he soon got the answer in the turn of a short tail and a plump dough butt pointed his way. It was time to reap the benefits of all his hard work.

Dreccan all but launched herself at him in her enthusiasm, as ready to sit on him as possible. She found her spot and she made the most of it, smooshing snugly down, shoving her cushy ass right over his muzzle to completely overtake his face in warmth and darkness. Everything about her was ever so comfy, all thanks to their shared habits. There was so much ample rump overtaking his face that he simply had to sigh, allowing her to have fun bouncing and even grinding on him before he gave back and started rimming her.

"Mmm, Dusk! I don't even have to say it. You know what to do. And I'm sure you know what a good boy you are too."

He blushed a little harder than he already was as he made out with her butt. That doe was getting juicy, soft and round in all the right places. He was simply amazed just how well Dreccan carried the extra weight. It always went to the right places, from her bust to her belly, to her hips, thighs, and ever so enticing butt. He wasn't afraid to slobber a little in the process of worshipping that glorious backside, from tailbase to rim, up and down, over and over until his tongue was slightly numb and the doe wasn't holding back her moans. She steadied herself just to speak to him again, her voice warm with fondness.

"I know how much you love this ass. And you're doing such a good job earning your place on it ..."

That last part came out as more of a murmur, meant more for herself than for him. Dusk just assumed he'd misheard her. He wasn't thinking about much more than licking her and pleasuring her, even when it meant he was starting to get a little lightheaded. Dreccan always knew the perfect amount of time to sit on him - and she went ahead and extended it by just a few more seconds past that limit, to leave him slightly squirmy and overall loopy by the time she finally pulled those heavy cheeks from around his face. Panting and puffing on the bed, he didn't sit up until she tugged him along and brought him into her arms.

He lost himself in doe squish for a time, overtaken by her embrace. She pressed herself closely to him and found her spot in an instant. Settling into his lap meant taking his cock nice and deeply, letting him feel just how warm she was, how wet she was just for him. Something had her especially excited that evening. She always got turned on by the feeding process, and so did he, but she was clenching tight on him, soaking his dick in horny deer from the moment she took him inside. He was so caught up in the pleasure of getting a ride from his hungry mistress that he hardly even noticed when she started loosening his collar.

It didn't matter either way. He was blissfully balls deep in doe pussy, getting a bouncing, jiggling ride from the squishy deer. The steady thud of her ass coming down on his thighs shook him to the core, made him throb, made him drip for her even when his neck felt strangely naked. Dreccan stroked her fingers along his neck to make it even more clear he'd been released from her leash, but he didn't pay it much mind. She could do whatever she wanted with him - especially kissing him.

Riding his lap wasn't enough for her. She needed more control. A quick rock of her body and her hefty weight forward took him down flat once more. This time, he was pinned beneath her entire body, with his arms held in place by the tight grip she had on his wrists. For a moment, she just stared down at him with a wild look in her doe eyes, but she soon continued riding him. She could get all the more leverage down on his neck that way, pumping, bouncing, driving him in hard enough he might have been worried if it didn't feel so good. Her breasts were planted on his chest, rising and falling with his deep, panting puffs of pleasure. Yet he could only look at the devious expression spreading over her pretty features, watching the grinning doe carefully for whatever she was planning next.

Coming at him with a lunge let them mash their lips together in the sloppiest of ways. She slipped him some tongue and proceeded to suck his face so deeply the schlurps of slobbery deer kisses were a little too loud for his ears. He lowered them down and closed his eyes, lost in affection and pleasure alike. Her hips worked faster, driving him inside, working him towards a twitching, pulsing edge that only grew more intense with her every stroke. Before he could finish inside of her, she pulled abruptly back, opened her mouth, and blasted his senses with a thunderous belch that hit him right in the face with her hot, dessert-scented breath.

UrrrrrrrrALLLP!

It started off strong and grew to a roar by the time it was done. He recoiled, not out of any sort of displeasure, but merely because it was so very powerful, especially from point-blank range. Slowly opening his eyes again, looking at her with a narrow, lust-drunk expression, he barely made out her grinning details. Dreccan shot him a proud grin, not sorry in the slightest. That smile grew ever so mischievous over time, broadening, then opening wide - and wider still. Dusk was so caught up in the urge to cum inside the doe he almost didn't notice, at least not until he was staring right into the shiny pink depths of the doe's gullet, pulsing right in front of his face. He got a good, long look before the GLOMP.

Every muscle in his body stiffened all at once. He never saw it coming. All the feeding, all the praise he'd earned from her - had it all been building to this one drooly moment? She slipped off of his cock before he could cum inside her, leaving him perpetually edging, frozen in the moment of startled realization. Startled, but afraid. It felt so good inside her mouth, getting massaged from all sides by her eager suckling and swallowing of his flavour. She wasn't about to waste him by gobbling him down all at once. Besides, he wasn't exactly resisting.

It wasn't that he wanted to get eaten. He would have tried to explain that to her if she gave him a chance. It was more just that he knew how right it was for him. For them both, really. She took her first deep, firm gulp, pulling his muzzle into her gullet, and he instantly understood his place. He was a doe's prey from the moment he got caught in the grip of her peristalsis. Maybe he could have pulled back, maybe he could have pushed her away, but he was only going to delay the inevitable. All his subby service, all his worship and admiration for Dreccan's body was going to end with him paying the ultimate tribute to her curves.

Once she got a feel for how it felt to swallow him whole, she sped right up. The excitement trembled through her body. He could feel her quivering in pleasure once she started fitting his head into her bulging throat. From what he could tell, he wasn't a struggle for her at all. Everything went smoothly and comfortable for them both, her dull teeth lightly scraping down the back of his neck as she dragged him inwards. The powerful ulllps and slobbery slurps were every bit as noisy as the muffled, enthused moans coming from Dreccan herself. Every time she swallowed a little more of him, she got a little louder, to him and the outside world alike.

When he squirmed a little, she made a grab for his butt and gripped him tightly. He had to admit he was surprised how strong she was. Maybe it was the need to have him that helped fuel her. She pushed him into her open jaws, sometimes nibbling him, sometimes thoroughly stroking and slathering her way down his neck, sometimes gnawing on his shoulders a little more firmly. He didn't complain. Sometimes he gave a gasp, a whimper, a confused murmur. There were so many sensations to experience all at once that he couldn't even give a proper judgment on how he felt about it all. It was so much easier to just submit to her throat and let her have her way, like she always did.

Despite his lack of any real struggles, she grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his arms tightly to his sides anyway. Maybe it was just to make those shoulders extra squishable for fitting between her lips and down into her gullet. That took a little pressing, a little wriggling and stretching, but Dreccan was more than up for the task. Dusk felt a sudden lurch forward, and just like that, she was compressing his chest between her teeth. His breath was already coming a bit short, and those squeezes didn't help, leaving him to huff into the darkness all around him, swallowing down big gulps of increasingly humid air on his trip into the doe's well-fed body.

There was a constant cascade of doe drool pouring down his chest, his belly, all the way to his still-stiff cock. He was still stuck on the same edge she'd left him on when she started eating him. That same rising pleasure kept him hard, kept him throbbing for her enough to spit precum on her chubby belly even while she was eating him. His ecstasy was frozen right on the very cusp of release, all until he felt her tongue on his cock at last. She stretched it out just to taste his leaky dick, helping to guide it into her mouth to follow the rest of him, catching all the mess he was making for her.

Once he was there, it didn't take him much longer. It was the most visible struggle he'd put up yet, kicking and thrashing around once she got her mouth around his hips and ass, but he wasn't fighting to get away. Instead, he was simply trying to contend with just how good that felt. It wasn't the first time she'd licked his cock. Yet this time, with his body halfway down her throat, his face pushing near the acidic chamber of her stomach, it was so much better. He gave her a foxy whine once his legs went fully stiff and straight, tensed up with the full-body effort to pump out as much cum as he possibly could, all for her.

She caught most of it. Curling her tongue under his balls let him cum directly down her throat, all over himself. He felt it pouring over his fur until it splashed in his own face, but he didn't mind. All he cared about was that sweet, unmatched release. There was nothing like it. He made such a mess that some fox spunk splashed down her chin and all over her tits, making a fine mark that clung to her nicely fattened bust. She'd put on so much weight there, and once she was done with Dusk, she was only going to get heavier.

Sighing into something that felt like so much more than afterglow, Dusk closed his eyes and relaxed every muscle on his body. From stiff and kicking, his legs were simply dangling from her blunt-toothed jaws. She took full advantage of his big finish to finish him off in the sloppiest, noisiest, rudest manner possible. The loud, drawn-out slurps of his legs rang out all throughout the doe's bedroom. She scooted back against some pillows just to make sure she was as comfy as possible for his arrival in his gut. Everything was already bubbling and churning for him by the time he thumped down to the very bottom of that sloshing, sugar-scented deer belly, stretching and rounding her out with his accumulating weight.

There was only one thing to say about that. Dreccan arched her back and let the wettest, loudest belch of all time roll through her entire body once the fox was fully settled inside of her. Her distended middle wobbled with the force of that spit-flinging eruption bellowing out of her open maw. She blasted that sound and fox-scented air through the room for several seconds straight of pure, window-shaking noise and then settled down with a lick of her chops and a rub of her jaw. Those joints got an impressive workout, but there was no lingering discomfort. She really did it. The hungry deer was finally a predator.

"Mm ..." she said, barely above a whisper at first, only to shout it out to really make her point. "Mmm! God. Damn. You were delicious Dusk. And just look at you!"

She giggled at him as she drummed a rousing solo over the outline of his body. He made a pretty clear imprint on the outside of her, though he was already curled up so tightly it was hard to tell one detail from another. A rounded lump of fox meat, all ready to digest right along with all the tasty treats he'd fed her. The scent of delicious, creamy desserts clashed with the rising acids, with the caustic, even choking air that clouded Dusk's senses and weakened his resolve to keep wriggling. Maybe he was too inactive for her liking, judging by the way she spelled things out for him.

"Now the real fun begins! I'm going to have so much freaking fun digesting you, foxy."

When he whined in response, she just wiggled all excitedly, pressing her fingers and thumbs extra deep into her gut to massage him and the fat he'd helped her build. All that training, and it was time for the final exam at last. She started by flexing her stomach muscles up extra tight around him to really compress him into a tighter and tighter ball. He could hardly move a muscle, but for some wriggling that came as the juices soaked through his fur and began to tingle at his skin. He jerked and jolted about once the tickle of digestive fluids working over him started to grow too obvious to ignore.

"Ah, calm down. Or don't, I like the squirms! From what I've read online, this shouldn't actually hurt. It'll tingle, and then you'll go nice and numb once I start really melting ya! Gonna feel great for me though. Obviously."

He squirmed until he made her cutely hiccup. Her whole body jumped up and down along with the sound. After that, she just put out another short burp, loudly smacking her lips afterwards to make sure he could hear.

"Can still taste ya. You sure made a mess while I was eating you, didn't you? Somebody knows where he belongs, and it's right here, inside me!"

Squishing him from both sides with her palms, she helped those juices really get into his skin by massaging them in, deeply kneading and compressing him while he got squeezed on by the natural churns of the digestive process. When she got tired of sitting back, she rose to her knees so she could cup her belly in both hands. Lifting it and dropping it to really get a sense of the weight inside her made her moan as much as it made her belly slosh, splashing the juices inside all over Dusk, making sure no inch of the fox was untouched. He was drenched and slathered in the fluids that were going to be his undoing.

"Godddd. I didn't know it was going to be this good. I keep thinking about how much padding you're going to make, how soft and squishy I'm going to be once you're mine ... where'd I put that damn toy."

It wasn't exactly easy to crawl around and go searching through drawers when she was hefting that much extra weight, but she eventually found what she was looking for. There was no need to lube up that big dragon dick. Digesting Dusk was making her so wet that even the fox heard the schlurp of silicone sliding over soaking inner walls. The doe knelt down on her favourite toy and simply held it inside herself for a few seconds, her whole body trembling, her belly loudly working. Then she just added to the sloppy sounds with the slurps of rising and falling on it, jostling and glorshing her gut up and down with every self-pleasuring lunge.

"Unnnh, unnnh! It feels so much better like this, with you, right there ... how is it so good ..."

She was lost in the ecstasy of playing with herself while she churned around the edges of the fox. There was a little less of Dusk by then. He was already feeling the tingling fading around his extremities, on the very tips of his fingers and toes, along with his tail. Clumps of his fur were starting to fall out, spreading through the rising juices. He could feel those naked patches getting extra attention from her belly acids - which were only burbling and hissing all the more aggressively while she bounced and fucked herself silly. Her moans were growing to shouts, along with the occasional bleat of pure pleasure. Looking skyward, back arched, hips working, hands firmly on her slowly shrinking belly, Dreccan was well on her way to the best orgasm of her life.

It wasn't just the acids that were softening Dusk up. The steady clench of the belly walls grew all the more intense every single time she thumped down to the very base of her textured, ridged toy. Swallowing up that fake dragon dick in her slathered, flooded cunt made her stomach squish him down deeper into the juices, squeezing him so hard he could hear his joints popping. Or he hoped that was just popping anyway. It didn't hurt, at least. Though that numbness was creeping up and up his limbs, inching along, leaving him all the more helpless to resist the churning than he already was.

"I've waited so long for this ... " She started as a conspiratorial whisper, as if shy to reveal her secrets. That didn't last long. Her moans helped her nearly shout her confession to the fox gurgling in her belly. "Ever since I first met you, I knew I needed to eat you, that you simply had to be my first. Just look at you, gurgling away in there. I deserve such a perfect meal, don't you think?"

She slapped her middle hard, provoking a cry of surprise from the fox within. Her belly lurched just as aggressively over him, squishing down some parts of him that had grown soft and gooey enough to be malleable. The bulge of fox meat in the doe only got rounder, smoother, polished like a stone after an extended simmer in her juices. Meanwhile, the deer herself was pounding down on her toy, taking it so deep she looked like she was going to swallow the base of it along with the rest. She was clenching, she was dripping, and then with a loud, bleating cry she came so hard she lost her balance and flopped back on the bed again in the process of squirting herself nearly stupid all thanks to Dusk.

A splash of juices cascaded over her belly as she sprawled out. The rest soaked her thighs and bedsheets alike until she settled down, pussy twitching, toy still wedged inside of her, and gut visibly smaller than when she began. She didn't rest for long. Dusk's softer shape meant she could sink her fingers into her doughy belly and feel him giving out beneath her touch. She would have kept rubbing, but that would have meant finishing him off earlier than she wanted to. Instead, she settled into the wet aftermath of her orgasm with an exclamation of a burp.

"Ooh, I can taste you on my breath. Soon you'll be nothing but a belch and a memory. And, you know. A whole lot of doe fat. I probably should have bought some new clothes before eating you, but I just couldn't wait any longer. I'll send you the bill!"

She laughed and poked at him, taking care not to break him up now that he was getting so nice and soft. There was still enough of him left intact to squirm around and give a few little kicks in response. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. He could already hear the noises he got in response, rumbling up from deep within the pit of her stomach. The walls rippled around him, the juices bubbled and boiled away, cooking him down into some nice soft, tender fox meat. In the end he felt the air rushing past him and the chamber growing even tighter around his weakened form when she belched yet again, this time sending a big tuft of his fur sailing through the air and thudding wetly down to the bed. She left it there, grinning broadly when she realized what it was.

"Aw, your poor pretty pelt. Just a hairball now. You were such a handsome boy. I think that's part of it, really. I can't stop thinking about how naughty I'm being, ruining someone so cute just because it feels so good, heehee ..."

As if on command, her belly took a step up in the churning process. More and more pressure on his weakening integrity meant he squished in even deeper, compressed even smaller by the walls grinding him down bit by bit. When he tried to squirm, he instead gave something more like a twitch. His body was breaking down, softening and dissolving, sinking to the bottom of Dreccan's belly with all the crumbs of the pastries he'd fed her himself. She made sure to poke and prod at him to keep him from going totally still.

"Don't give up now! I was really hoping you'd last a little longer. Oh well, guess my stomach really wanted you."

Her deep gropes of his thoroughly digested body helped to mash him down to a smaller and smaller shape. He probably didn't look much like a fox anymore, with so many details already melted away and his fur floating around him, but he was still alive enough to know what was happening to him. Every moment going by was one he was a little closer to being hers, to being fully digested and absorbed by the deer he'd been so loyally feeding. Yet for reasons he couldn't quite explain, he was clinging on, maybe out of the hope she'd let him out somehow, or that he'd simply outlast her. Perhaps he simply wished to experience what it was like to be the doe's prey for a little longer, or he could have just been stubborn. Dreccan drummed on the smoothing ball of fox meat inside of her and shrugged her shoulders.

"I guess I'll give you one more. Let's make it a big finish now! Give me your best!"

Dusk could feel the rumbles rising all around him, the juices bubbling well above a simmer, the muscles tightening down on his softened body when she began sucking in air. Dreccan took long, shuddering breaths, pausing in between, only to get more. She filled her lungs and belly alike and let Dusk gasp inside her, only to hug her middle with both arms to really squeeze out the greatest belch of all. The silly doe rose up to her knees and held her arms out wide like she was belting out the finishing note of an elaborate musical performance, channelling all her newfound predatory energy into the biggest burp Dusk had ever heard, much less been a part of.

BLURRRRAAAAARP

It had stages. Movements even, in the symphonic sense. With fox flavour pouring over her tongue and plenty of his fur fluttering out of the doe's open mouth, Dreccan sealed her gut tightly around what remained of Dusk to really squeeze the last twitches out of him. The squelching, crushing pressure made all his movement cease in an instant. The deer's body took to trembling when she truly felt the twitches stop. It seemed like she was right. That was the one. All that was left of her dear friend, pet, and feeder was the indistinct lump of meat sloshing away inside of her, getting pressed down into a smaller and smaller form by the power of her digestive process. Her very first prey, and she was already so good at churning them! Dreccan had to be proud of herself as she collapsed back on the bed, kicking her hooves in the air.

She'd had plenty of orgasms, but finishing someone off with her gut, and getting to rest her hands on her tummy to feel the steady glorp of him being converted to part of her was unlike any of them. She liked this better. Savouring it for longer would have been nice, but she wasn't about to resist the pull of sleep after such an achievement. Her bedroom was a mess, she smelled like horny deer, and she could still taste him on her breath, but that was exactly where she stayed, eyes shut tight, naked body laid atop the covers. Dreccan felt far too warm and satisfied to worry about getting chilly in her sleep. She drifted off to let her body do its thing, already smirking in anticipation of how she was going to look when she woke up.

Dreccan's eyes jolted open after the best sleep of her entire life. That was no morning light, but bright afternoon sun coming through the windowpane. She'd been soaring through dreams the entire night and morning alike, snoozing so deeply she probably could have ignored a bomb going off. As soon as she was awake and alert again, exquisitely renewed, she rushed out of bed to take a look in the mirror, as if running downstairs to open the presents under the tree. Dusk was her gift to herself, and he gave her exactly what she wanted. As soon as the naked doe saw her own reflection, she couldn't help but grin broadly.

She was just so fat. But as ever, she wore it in all the right places. Her breasts, her thighs, her hips, they were all looking even juicier than before, so incredibly ample. Taking her rounded belly in both hands, she gave it as deep a squeezer as she could manage, eventually finding a solid shape still intact beneath all the freshly minted layers of deer fat. Her eyes lit up when she felt that. Was that just pudge, or was he still there inside of her? She kept squeezing to see if she could tell, kneading into all the cushy pudge around that bulge.

"Ohhh, Dusk. Just look at how you made me look. I feel so soft, so gorgeous, so everything. I just want to sit on everyone in the world!" Though it seemed highly unlikely that he could hear her, she kept teasing anyway, out of habit more than anything. "You did such a good job. It didn't take you long to learn your true place. Right here, where you belong."

When she said here, she gave her middle an extra vigorous squeeze, and that was when she noticed it. Was that just the shifting of whatever was left of him? No, no, he was definitely twitching. There was still life in the meat, in the partly digested slop of of a fox that had been sloshing away in those slowly-working digestive fluids all night long. The reduced activity while she slept allowed Dusk to cling on, to remain aware and just intact enough to wriggle a few more times for her. He'd definitely passed out at some point, overwhelmed by the acidic air and the tightness clamping all around him, but her intrusive squeezes were just enough to rouse him before he was gone entirely.

"Oh, oh! No way! You did it! You lasted all night, just for me! That's so thoughtful of you, Dusk."

She bounced around despite her new weight, which only served to delight her when she felt how much she jiggled. For a few seconds she was just pacing back and forth, springing along like the deer she was, trying to figure out what to do with all her unexpected excitement. Eventually, she settled on digging through her closet. Rather than her favourite toy, she was going to need something heavy duty if she was going to give him the sendoff he deserved. The second one. Eventually she managed to dig out the biggest, meanest vibrator she had.

Unlike the attractive dragon toy, with all its ridges and details, that was a cold, sterile-looking piece of equipment that would have blended right in at a hospital. What it lacked in looks it made up for in sheer power. She quickly switched it on just to make sure it was still charged, only to nearly drop it when it started rattling like crazy. That was no gentle rumble, that was a harsh, aggressive buzz that honestly hurt her ears a little. Putting that anywhere near her pussy whens he didn't want to cum her brains out was truly foolish, but that was exactly what she needed right at that moment.

She didn't waste anymore time, and she was surprisingly swift with all her heft. Leaping across the room, she pounced on her own bed, taking Dusk right with her. He ended up getting slammed against the wall of her gut as she flung herself around, jostled so hard he didn't have many squirms left to give her by the time she started fucking herself. The deer was drenched, dripping, and she fell back onto her extra heavy ass when she turned that toy on again and sampled its touch, right against her clit. The doe-ish scream-bleat that resulted could have scattered all the birds in the forest, but there was no one to hear it but the two of them. No one was going to interrupt her perfect final moments with her dear pet.

That thing could go even faster. Dreccan wasn't holding back. She cranked it to max and she spread her legs wide, just to overload herself with pleasure while she felt her belly getting back to work. For all the progress on him she'd made while she was sleeping, she doubled it in seconds. Crushing down, flattening, smashing, she churned him into sloshing sludge, one contraction at a time. The pulses of her pussy passed through her entire body, leaving Dusk's situation all the more dire the wetter the doe got, blasting herself silly with that aggressive vibration. She ended up flopping back when it was too much, kicking her hooves in the air, moaning and wailing her delight. The toy was good and all, but knowing this time was really it was even better.

With her hips rising and falling, she tightened around that ball of fox to squeeze a little more life out of him every second. One side of him gave in, collapsing inwards, while the bottom slushed away, siphoned down for the trip through her intestines. There was still even more of him to take for herself. She was going to get even thicker. That thought drove her to the brink, thriving on the sensation of Dusk's very, definitely final twitches coming softer and less often with every potent, dooming churn gurgling all around the tiny trace of his former self that remained. He was so very close to the brink, and she was even closer.

"Ahhhh, fuuuuuuuck!"

Dreccan shouted that with what sounded like a mix of shock and frustration, but that was just how it came out when she was straining her voice so much. She growled it out like the predator she was as she quivered and kicked, bucking her hips up and down, grinding herself raw with that overclocked sex toy. The doe's screams and the sound of her glssshing herself numb was going to be the last thing Dusk heard, along of course with all the overwhelming belly noises as that gut finally mushed him into nothing. The sensation of him finally giving in under all those layers of fat, of collapsing into the chyme he was, ready for processing kept her cumming even as her cries turned to one more mighty burp.

The doe let her legs flop down to the bed as she stretched out, arms behind her head, proclaiming her total domination of her prey with that exceptionally crude sound. She could hear it resonating through the very walls of her home. It was truly the belch of a predator. She was left drooling afterwards, clicking off the toy and tossing it aside, drenched from thighs to hooves in her own juices, belly rising and falling with her rapid, puffing breaths. The fox was nothing more than a lingering scent on her breath, the memory of a taste on her tongue, and plenty more doe pudge in the making. Even though she was totally sure he couldn't hear her this time, she talked to him anyway.

"There. Wow. You're mine. You're really truly mine, and for good." Dreccan gave a dreamy sigh, stroking her hands over her middle as the sounds within finally began to settle to a slow, if steady squish and slosh. "I just ... hmmmmf. I'd give anything to be able to do that to you more than once. But knowing I won't get to ... that makes it even better."

If she let herself, she probably could have conked out and slept another half a day right that very moment. It was tempting, but she had to keep her priorities straight. Up she got again, and returned to that mirror. All that excitement over discovering he was still kicking, in a manner of speaking, had distracted her from the best part. It was time for the big squeeze. There was so much doughy doe to admire, and no one was going to do it for her until she found another eager pet like him. In the meantime, she was just going to have to knead and massage herself to get a sense of just how much pudge he'd so generously given her.

First up, it was time to squeeze her tits, and hard. She couldn't get a sense of how much heavier they were if she was gentle. It was enough to make her lower lip tremble and her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she grabbed them and squished her fingers deep into the extra soft pair she was carrying around thanks to him. Plenty of him went to her bust, adding size and weight without making them sag. After that, she traced her way down, taking in her widened silhouette, pinching her own love handles. Onto her belly she went, for one more good deep rub to make sure she'd finally digested all of Dusk.

There was nothing left but the pudge layered all over her, leaving her looking distinctly chubby, but not bulging anymore. First a squeeze, then she started drumming on it to watch it jiggling. A lift and drop to really get the sense of wobble brought a broad grin to her face. She beamed wickedly at her own reflection. There wasn't a single worry in her head about looking plumber. All she could think about was how she was going to be even more irresistible to pudge-lovers, all thanks to him and her big indulgence. It probably wasn't going to be long at all before she found another feeder.

Of course, she wasn't done yet. Bending down to squeeze her thighs definitely satisfied her when she admired the heft there. He'd been distributed so evenly, so smoothly that nothing particular stuck out over the rest of her. A turn of her hips to wiggle her tail and shake her butt had her sticking her tongue out at her own reflection. A teasy wink was good practice for her next chub-slut. All she needed to do was wave that prey-padded rump at the next cute one, and she was going to have them wrapped around her finger then coiling through her intestines in no time.

"Gosh, it's almost like digesting an entire person makes you fat." She giggled to herself when she was satisfied with the view. "It's going to be so hard to figure out who I want next. You're the one I wanted most, of course. But after a night like that, I've made up my mind. I am going to eat so many people."

It was time to get her phone out. The lively doe had plenty of contacts, and many of them had cute photos to go with their numbers. She scrolled through them, hmmming out loud at the prettiest ones. Maybe that one. Or that one. There was a little spot for memos with each one, and she took the time to fill out her thoughts for future reference.

• Juicy!

• Total slut in the best way I bet I could just ask

• Maybe when I'm really good at this

• Oh my god I need to eat him so much but he's so shy

There were so many tasty-looking friends on her list, and if she had her way, she was going to gobble every single one of them. Somehow, she was already starting to get hungry again. All that training with the feeding had been such good practice for working through vast quantities of food, and eating Dusk meant she had a predator's stomach now. She was never going to be fully satisfied again until she ate an entire person. All those wolves, big cats, and whatever other supposed carnivores in her social circle were going to have to watch out. A plump, voracious doe was on the prowl, and she couldn't wait to add someone else to her waistline for good as an extra bouncy layer of permapudge. No one was going to stop her from being the fattened up pred deer she was always meant to be.