Henry could not be more dead inside right now. He’d arrived at work earlier today to discover a brand new batch of unread emails in his inbox. Clicking through them, he found nothing new. More revisions to be made, more tight deadlines, just more work in general. With a heavy, disinterested sigh, the jackrabbit shifted his dark brown eyes towards the time on his monitor’s taskbar. “Only 12 o’clock?” he thought, staring at the displayed numbers coldly. His break wasn’t for another hour… he swallowed his disdain for everyone and everything in this office and refocused on the document in front of him, paws returning to their mindless clacking on the keyboard. He got about a paragraph and a half in before he was rudely interrupted.
 
 
“Rah!”
 
 
THUNK!
 
 
The office worker jumped in his seat at the sound of paws smacking the cubicle, his heartbeat quickening as he swiveled to the right and looked up to see… oh, goddamnit. Towering above him, paws clutching the top of the cubicle wall, was a coyote man with dusty brown, gray and cream fur and a very smug grin. Henry could only groan seeing the canine, a deadpan expression on his face. “Hello, Ryder.”
 
 
“Hey there, snack! Uhh, I’m just checking in on you, making sure you’re, like, actually working.”
 
 
“...Yeah, I’ve been working since I got here, don’t worry about it.”
 
 
“Good, good.” Ryder replied, flashing a small smile, sharp white teeth on display. “So, um, listen, the boss said he needs the Thomas Report finished and on his desk by 5:00 sharp today. Are you getting close to completing it, by any chance?”
 
 
“Well, yeah, uhh… I’ve got, I think, a little over half of it done…” the rabbit replied, his ear twitching a little. The coyote tutted and his smirk seemed to falter slightly, though his light hazel eyes still carried a devious gleam. “Yeah, well… I think you might wanna hurry it up, snack, because I’m not above having some nice rabbit stew for dinner tonight.” Henry shivered a bit at that declaration, and at the callous eyes that seemed to pierce through him like a dagger… but he put his feelings aside and nodded. “You got it, Ryder. I’ll have it done by 5:00.”
 
 
“Great! See you around… for as long as your lucky rabbit’s feet last you, anyway, you tasty-looking piece of meat.” Ryder licked his chops in a taunting manner, then left, resuming his stroll down the hall, through the maze of cubicles.
 
 
The jackrabbit turned his attention back to his computer, fingers returning to their mindless typing, while his mind was haunted by images of the irritating asshole he worked with. The entire conversation, like nearly every interaction he had shared with Ryder, left a bad taste in Henry’s mouth. The coyote was 6’1”, athletically built and a predator, and he was absolutely insufferable about it. He’d always been sort of a dick to the smaller jackrabbit, even before he’d gotten his promotion to lower-level manager a few years back. However, for the past year or so, for whatever reason, Ryder’s predatory teasing had gotten worse. He’d torment Henry and some of the other smaller prey animals on his floor by threatening to eat them for missing deadlines, ignoring emails, or pretty much any minor or major grievance he could think of. Henry had grown to hate the sound of the canine’s voice and the passive-aggressive taunting and mockery that came with it…
 
 
But what could he do about it? He was only 5’3”, his head barely coming up to the pred’s shoulders without his ears. For now, at least, he’d have to put up with it.
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“You’re so lucky you don’t have a job, Prowler.” Henry mumbled to the large housecat sitting comfortably in his lap. The grayish-blue British shorthair licked his paw a few times, then rubbed his head against his owner’s chest, purring affectionately. Henry couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Yeah, you know that, don’t you? You don’t have to deal with bullshit deadlines imposed by asshole managers who treat you like common fodder… I envy you.”
 
 
As he gently petted his resting cat, the jackrabbit exhaled and looked forward, into the reflective black surface of his TV. He took a moment to analyze his body: his gray-brown fur was short, soft and fluffy, his dark green eyes were dazzling, and his iconic ears crowned his head, furry, twitching and attentive. Unfortunately, the rest of him wasn’t so stunning. He was a twig, thin and scrawny without an ounce of fat on him, not even on his rump. Not to mention how short he was… not including his ears, he was just below average height for his species. He supposed he did look quite preyish to someone like Ryder… and he absolutely despised it, the label sitting on his mind like a heavy rock.
 
 
Eventually, Prowler got bored and hopped off of the lagomorph’s lap with a meow, wandering off to another room. Without the kitty weighing him down, Henry was free to stand up and do something else. He stretched, raising his arms in the air and groaning, then walked into his well-kept bedroom, making a beeline for the desk across from his bed, or more specifically, the PC sitting upon it. Finally, after eight hours of mindless drone work, he could wind down and be his true self. Finally, after eight long hours of work, he could unwind, allow a different side of himself to take over.
 
 
The side that wanted to be a predator.
 
 
Was it a bit silly for a short little rabbit to aspire to swallow people whole? Well, yes, but try telling that to Henry. The man would constantly fantasize about eating hot, meaty guys, letting his powerful herbivorous stomach work them down into mush, feeling their muscles turn into doughy flab… damn it, it was just so, so hot. He wanted nothing more than to do that kind of thing for real… but until then, he could settle for erotic roleplays on VoreNet. As he scrolled over the website’s distinctive white and green homepage, admiring the various recent uploads, he spotted a red dot appear on the bell icon in the upper right corner. “Right on schedule.” He uttered to himself with a smile as he opened up his PMs for another delightful chat with SubbyPelt. About a year ago, when he was just starting out on this kinky website and was still quite embarrassed about his fantasies, he’d stumbled across an RP ad by SubbyPelt, who sought to play as prey. Over time, the two grew from digital erotic roleplay partners to genuine friends united by a shared interest in vore… who also happened to enjoy a bit of erotic roleplay every now and then. Henry often thought of meeting the subby preyboy on the other end of the screen in real life and depositing him right into his hungry gut… albeit, it was quite difficult to visualize, since they didn’t even know what species each other were. All her really knew about SubbyPelt, whoever he was, was that he was pretty tall. That fact alone was enough to make him drool puddles.
 
 
The jackrabbit happily opened up his PM, eyes inadvertently looking up at the last few posts of an RP. One where he played a voracious anaconda chief of the jungle, and Subby played a hapless, pith-donning wolf explorer looking for riches in all the wrong places… fffffuck, that was a good one, one that left his chest stained white. He looked down at the latest message.
 
 
SubbyPelt: Good evening, dear master
Jackalope: Just as I logged on X3
SubbyPelt: Hehe~ How are you doing today?
Jackalope: Ugh, same old, same old. Manager was being a dick again
Jackalope: If only he knew >:9
SubbyPelt: Yeah, if only
SubbyPelt: You would look so hot with a belly full of him, I would definitely rub and massage it
Jackalope: And then you’d go right down my throat and join him once he was all gone >:3
SubbyPelt: Mmmf~
Jackalope: Everything you were would be wiped out
Jackalope: I’d take your charming personality and turn it to nothing but pudge on my beautiful body
SubbyPelt: You barbarian~
SubbyPelt: Eating someone twice your size… don’t you have any respect for your superiors?
Jackalope: You think “tall persons”, I think “extra large serving size”
SubbyPelt: Fuck that’s so damn hot 𖦹w𖦹
 
 
Henry smiled subtly. He could imagine the (hopefully) cute guy behind his seat blushing, squirming in his seat at all of these horny teases. He watched in anticipation as another message popped up on the screen.
 
 
SubbyPelt: I think I asked this already, but what do you imagine I’d taste like?
SubbyPelt: If you ever got the chance to eat me IRL
 
 
The rabbit thought good and hard for a moment, a tent forming in his tight work pants, then typed out an answer.
 
 
Jackalope: Probably like steak
Jackalope: Actually, not just like steak. Like steak and egg, and the steak is juicy and medium rare and well seasoned with salt and pepper and the egg has been pan-fried to perfection in a skillet with melted butter and you cut a piece of the egg and put it on a piece of the steak and it’s just melt in your mouth good
Jackalope: Sorry, I’m rambling a bit
Jackalope: There’s a really fancy breakfast place by my house called Westham Kitchen and they do that dish so fucking good
SubbyPelt: Hold on
SubbyPelt: You mentioned Westham Kitchen
 
 
Henry was a little concerned at that response. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d somehow mistakenly offended his friend.
 
 
Jackalope: yeah
SubbyPelt: Do you happen to live in New Batavia by chance?
Jackalope: Yeah, I live near downtown
SubbyPelt: OH MY GOD
SubbyPelt: I LIVE IN NEW BATAVIA
Jackalope: OH MY GOD
Jackalope: HOLY SHIT this cant be real
Jackalope: You’ve been within driving distance this whole time???
SubbyPelt: IKR??
SubbyPelt: We should totally meet up!
SubbyPelt: I’m actually dying to get eaten by you for real now
Jackalope: Uhhhh ok sounds good
Jackalope: I wanna know how you taste for real~
Jackalope: Where should I meet you?
SubbyPelt: We could meet at Le Parisien Café, it’s just down the street from me
SubbyPelt: And uh, could we do the actual deed at your place? I’m not gonna need mine after you’re through with me :3
Jackalope: Of course
Jackalope: Are you free on Saturday?
SubbyPelt: I can be for you, pipsqueak
Jackalope: Oh you’re gonna eat those words after I eat you
SubbyPelt: Eep!~
SubbyPelt: Can’t wait to meet you
Jackalope: Me too
 
 
The jackrabbit exited out of his messages, still in disbelief over what happened. In just a day’s time… he would be meeting SubbyPelt! And he’d finally get to eat him in real life!
 
 
He’d have to start planning…
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“You know, it’s funny… you don’t really look like-”
 
 
“Like the kind of guy who’d be a florist?” The honeybee chuckled in his deep, attractive voice. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” The fluffy yellow and black insect did look very intimidating to Henry. He possessed a burly, chubby figure and a scar across his right eye. He was dressed in an all-black ensemble that included a spiked collar with matching bracelets, a slightly-undersized t-shirt, distressed jeans, and a studded belt holding them up. However, the rabbit quickly learned, as if it wasn’t already obvious from the pink apron that also covered his bulging gut, that Rose was in actuality a pretty big softie with a green thumb and a friendly willingness to help him out. Also, his scar was the result of a childhood mishap and not a violent barfight.
 
 
“So, what were you thinking of, exactly?” the bee politely asked, leaning over to a table opposite from his customer as he watered some potted pink carnations with a cute green can. “Well, you see, I’m supposed to be meeting someone today… actually, it’ll be my first time EVER meeting them. I’ve only been talking to them through online correspondence. I wanted to give them a bouquet as a greeting gift.” Rose had a charmed smile on his face as he set the can down and turned back around. “Aww, unconventional love! How cute.”
 
 
“Well, not exactly… we met on a voreaphilia forum. I was gonna eat him.”
 
 
The bee retained his smile, but his eyes and his body language carried an element of surprise, his hands clasped together and his wings lightly twitching. “...Oh.” He finally responded. “If that’s the occasion, then might I suggest a bouquet of violets?” he gestured to a pot of the plants in question, in full bloom and dazzlingly colorful. “I love eating these ones. They’re very subtly sweet and smooth, they’d make for a good dessert.”
 
 
“Uhh…”
 
 
“They’re very light too, so they won’t leave you feeling too overstuffed.”
 
“Well, if you say so…” Henry said, smiling softly as he admired the now very tasty-looking flowers. “I guess I’ll take the violets.” One cutting and bundling later, Rose gifted the jackrabbit a sweet-smelling bouquet wrapped in a paper cone and tied with an acid-green ribbon. “Enjoy your date! And your lunch! I-I guess they’re the same… hope they taste nice!” Henry scoffed as the gentle giant cheerfully waved him off, now headed for the actual meeting spot he and SubbyPelt had agreed upon: the Le Parisien Café.
 
 
The jackrabbit felt quite small seeing the swathe of outdoor seating. There were quite a lot of people here, it being lunchtime and all, and there were tons of potential candidates for the real SubbyPelt. He felt like a fish out of water, nervously clutching his fresh violets. He’d messaged Subby before he left asking what to look for, and he said he’d be a tall guy wearing a polo shirt. Henry scanned the Café for his date… and his heart sank when he saw who was sitting at the table at the far end. A tall, gray and brown coyote man sitting idly, only a latte on his table. Damn it… what was Ryder doing here? The last thing Henry needed right now was his manager catching onto his private fetish and having a whole new batch of fuel for his workplace taunts. Groaning, he ignored the canine and moved his sight to a table nearby, spotting someone rather tasty looking… a tall brown capybara with gold ring earrings, chubby in all the right places, especially that gut… and dressed in a purple polo shirt. This was probably his meal. With no time to waste, he made his move.
 
 
“Excuse me.” He announced to the rodent as he stood next to his table, catching his attention. “You’re SubbyPelt, right?” The capybara looked very confused. “Umm, no… I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
 
 
Ahh, a bit of unwilling roleplay… Henry could work with that. Without warning, he pressed his slim stomach against the man’s face, letting him hear it gurgle. “Come on, you don’t have to pretend here… I know you’re just DYING to digest in my tight little gut…”
 
 
“T-The fuck!? Weirdo!!”
 
 
The capybara, equal parts freaked out and disgusted, roughly pushed the lagomorph away and leapt from his chair, grabbing his food and his drink and stomping off to another table in a huff. Henry stood stiffly, his face red… obviously, that wasn’t Subby. It wasn’t like he would lie about being here, though. He had to be around somewhere… he turned around, and realized Ryder was staring at him with a surprised expression, evidently having been tipped off to his presence by the commotion. The rabbit was about to snap and tell him to mind his own business, when something unexpected slipped from the yote’s mouth. “YOU’RE JACKALOPE!?” Henry was dumbfounded for a moment… this couldn’t be… there was no way… Ryder was the least preyish person he knew! The height matched up, but… come on! He didn’t even look eager to be eaten! Then it hit him.
 
 
Ryder was wearing a white polo.
 
 
“Oh my god… SUBBYPELT!?”
 
 
They stared at each other for what felt like eons, their faces bright red as their worlds crumbled around them. The arrogant, threatening dick Henry knew was actually a horny, submissive gutslut, and the pathetic office drone Ryder knew was actually a domineering, teasing predator. They’d gotten so attracted to each other in their online personas… and they were coworkers the whole time!? This was way, way too much. They exchanged sheepish laughs, acknowledging the absurdity of the situation. “Wow… a-and you were letting me push you around this whole time!” The canine joked, trying to lighten the mood.
 
 
“Eheh, yeah… maybe… m-maybe I should go. We’ll forget this even happened… I’ll see you on Monday, Ryder.”
 
 
“...W-Wait!”
 
 
The rabbit froze up at his coworker’s plea. Slowly, he stepped backwards, creeping into the table’s spare seat. “You… you still want to go ahead with this?” He asked, genuinely curious. Ryder blushed awkwardly, shrinking back. “Uhh, n-no! No, I’m good, I deserve better than to get eaten by some lowly…” he exhaled breathily. “...rabbit.” By now, Henry had realized that the coyote was quite aroused, biting his lip, an erection outlined in his tight pants. “Are you sure?~” Henry teased, smirking. Ryder whimpered. “I-I mean… you WERE really good at teasing on VoreNet… and, I mean, getting eaten by a little rabbit would be hot… ESPECIALLY one who works under me, a-and-”
 
 
“I see your companion has arrived.” A voice rudely interrupted the pair as they conversed. They turned their heads to the right to find a slightly chubby clownfish waiter, smooth orange, black and white skin glistening in the sunlight. “Pete”, as his nametag read, had a seemingly permanent uncaring, neutral expression on his face, his hands tightly clutching a pen and notepad. “Could I get you anything to drink, sir?” he asked Henry.
 
 
“Uh… probably just something light. I guess… a black coffee with cream.”
 
 
The fish man quietly nodded, scribbling the order down. “You got it. Should be out shortly…” Pete said softly, then sauntered off. Henry soon turned back to his blushing date, a cheeky smile on his furry face. “So… are you looking forward to being a wageslave’s dinner?” Ryder whined, biting his lip as he tried to hide his growing erection by covering up his crotch with his paws. “Perhaps. I-I mean m-maybe, I mean… y-yes?”
 
 
The lagomorph responded by dragging an outstretched finger across the preyslut’s lips. “That’s the ticket, bitch…” he whispered. Ryder sheepishly grinned, removing his paws from his boner. “A-Are you still okay with doing this at your place?” the coyote questioned, coming around to the idea of getting turned into little more than rabbit droppings.
 
 
“Don’t worry… wouldn’t want you to clog up your own pipes.”
 
 
“Mmmff~”
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“Mmmm… you’re a big guy, aren’t you, Ryder?”
 
 
“Nnn, y-yes…”
 
 
Henry had never realized how truly ATTRACTIVE Ryder was beneath all of that stuffy office clothing. His body was all covered in that thick fur, sure, but… he took good care of himself. His build was athletic and muscular, a set of abs adorning his perfect stomach. A sort of treasure trail of perking-up fur led downwards towards his cock… WOOF. What a cock it was, thick, long, pink and veiny, a hardened, bulbous knot at the base above his sagging furry balls… Henry loved the way it felt in his paw as he jerked it, hand sliding up and down around it, forcing out a bit of pre.
 
 
“You’re so handsome… a perfect, predatory paragon… throwing himself to some short, skinny jackrabbit. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Or do you WANT to be mulched by my little rabbit guts?”
 
 
“Fuck, y-yes please…” the canine moaned as that masterful jackrabbit paw worked on his cock, squeezing lightly, pushing him further and further to ejaculation. He was sitting on the edge of Henry’s bed, in the middle of his slightly cluttered bedroom. Both his and his date’s clothes were messily strewn about the floor, Henry kneeling at his side on the floor, thin arm beneath the yote’s knee as the hand rubbed him off. Ryder could not stop blushing and moaning at the sensations… Henry could tell he had never been treated like this, and he was loving it. “That’s it… get it all out… wouldn’t want your jizz giving me any unwanted extra calories to work off.”
 
 
“You horny little-u-unnnfff!!~”
 
 
With a delightful gasp and utterance, the muscular coyote came, spurting ropes of hot, warm jizz from his dick. The rabbit, however, was careful not to ruin him by getting any on his pristine abs. He directed the stream away from his body, letting it squirt out across the room. A nasty mess, but… he could clean it up later. He wouldn’t dare risk spoiling the taste of SubbyPelt. As he let go of the shaft and slid his arm out from beneath Ryder’s leg, ignoring how the hardened knot was keeping him erect, his stomach announced its intent with a rumbling GGWWWRRRRRLLL which rippled his trim bellyflesh, causing the massive coyote to squeak and redden. “So…” Ryder teased, eyes half-lidded as he rose, pressing his body against his manager’s. “Are you ready to be my food? To be digested inside of my perfect stomach.”
 
 
“Y-Yes…” Ryder quietly replied.
 
 
GGRRRRRGGGLLL
 
 
“Are you sure, big guy? All of your promise and expertise will be wiped out, just like that. You will digest, slowly and fully, broken down molecule by molecule, and it will have accomplished nothing. Your position at work will swiftly be replaced with someone else. I will likely stay stuck in his cubicle, working under someone else. I will do the bare minimum to thank you for feeding me, but I’ll probably forget about you after a few weeks. Your only legacy will not be as a big, mighty, and meaty coyote climbing the corporate ladder, but heft hanging from my herbivorous hips, keeping my pants from fitting properly. Are you sure you want to do this? I’d hate to eat someone who didn’t truly want to be prey…”
 
 
“Yes…”
 
 
“I can’t hear you, lunch.”
 
 
“YES!! FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, EAT ME!!! SWALLOW ME ALIVE, YOU SEXY PREDAT-Mmmfff!!!”
 
 
Anything else the coyote had to say, Henry did not care about. He wrapped his lips around the horny man’s furry muzzle, soaking it in drool, rubbing across it with his tongue. He groaned in bliss… Ryder was sooooo delicious… he needed MORE. With a resounding gulp, he dragged the whole head of the bigger creature into his gullet, incisors lightly scraping across his scalp and neck as they went down. Ryder did not fight it… he stayed still, like a complacent bit of meat.
 
 
GUUOOLLLPP!!
 
 
As he swallowed up the shoulders and got to have a full tasting of the broad pecs of the canine, Henry noted just how wonderful he really was. This was so much better than any silly online roleplay they had done… no mere description of the flavor and feeling of his flesh soaking into his mouth could do it justice. It was pure bliss… he imagined this was how it felt for rich people to eat foie gras. Greedily, he swallowed again, paws tightly clutching his meal’s sides as he pushed it in, making sure it was his and his alone.
 
 
His slimy pink tongue glided over the abs, feeling up every little nook and cranny of the rigid muscle. Ryder must’ve put hundreds of hours into a gym routine to get such a good, beefy six-pack… and all of it was going to waste, now that he was jackrabbit food. He found it hard to move past it, savoring its taste for minutes… although the adorable noise Ryder made from deep within him as he grabbed two handfuls of firm, meaty asscheeks was a damn good motivator. The rest of his meal was nothing to write home about. The herbivore had always suspected the legs and tail would be the most boring part when he was RPing with SubbyPelt, and he saw now that he was correct. The rump was too muscular to be edible, and the cock… he didn’t care for it much. It was flavorful, sure, but heavily tainted with sweat, musk, precum and semen. Remembering an old trick he’d learned from countless horny stories on VoreNet, Henry tilted his head back and let the rest of his lunch slip into him.
 
 
GLLLPPPP!!
 
 
ULLLLLKKKKK!!!
 
 
“Auuufff… BRRRUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!!”
 
 
Henry sighed… he had never felt so heavy in his life. As he dragged himself and his full gut onto the bed and rolled onto his back, he got the feeling he would not be leaving this mattress for a long time. As he looked upward, he realized he couldn’t see his legs anymore. In fact, he couldn’t see anything past his own stomach. His once slender gut had grown into a fat, bloated, gurgling orb, wrapped tightly around the shape of a handsome yote twice his size. The soon-to-be-former manager’s every crease and curve made a distinctive shape under the tight, sandy-furred skin, almost as if someone had plastic-wrapped a canine. He blushed and whined and grunted, doing his best to squirm in the inhospitably cramped space, once strong, now adorable paws squishing against the flesh, forming bulges on the surface. Henry gave his stomach a rough pat with the full force of his paw, feeling it slosh and wobble atop him, pinning him down to the soft bed. His cock poked up in a boner as he heard the gurgling and glorping that heralded the arrival of gastric acids into his stomach contents, working to slather the coyote’s fur, get him prepared to be softened up and churned down…
 
 
“Mmmrrrffff!!!” Ryder called out, pushing his deep red face against the stomach wall, mouth wide open. The rabbit grinned like the cat that caught the canary as he admired the wriggling mass inside of him. “So, are you enjoying your fate, lunch? No regrets?” He asked teasingly. “Mmm, yyffff!! Dfffiff ffffoo haaaaaaahddff!!” The coyote moaned in response, high on the feeling of the hungry, inexperienced acid starting to eat away at him. “Good… you tasted great, Ryder… or should I say, SubbyPelt? I’m so glad I finally got to meet you and eat you for real… the fact that you’re secretly the annoying asshole I work under is just an added bonus.”
 
 
Blorp. A strong kick sloshed his stomach contents around, provoking an uncouth UURRRRPPP!!!, heavy with the scent of coyote and jackrabbit guts.
 
 
“I wonder if anyone will care when you don’t show up for work? Eh, probably not. You’re hot, but oh so replaceable. Just like a good hunk of meat.”
 
 
“Mmmm, yfffff!! Tggg drrrff tmm mmfff, hnrrff!!”
 
 
GRRRRRRRRGGGGG
 
 
With his food moaning and squirming and his stomach bubbling and churning, the happy rabbit wrapped his little arms tightly around his belly, palms flat on the surface formed by Ryder’s bulging back. He was almost too stuffed to get his hands all the way around it… but he persevered. Slowly yet firmly, he began to bring the hug inward, pushing his arms further into his torso. The pressure was enormous, especially on the poor, tasty canine… Henry could hear him whimper as the pressure came to a head, the skeleton creaking like an old door. It kept building and building and building, until…
 
 
CRCKK!!
 
 
BOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!!!
 
 
The rabbit threw his head back and his arms back to his sides, letting go. Ryder was still alive and blushing, but his squirms were not as powerful as they were before. The popping sound the predator had heard had been a few of his ribs giving way and snapping, which the coyote had reacted to with an audible yip. As he felt the acid pool and heard the deafening stomach noises around him, his chest sore and all the blood in his body divided between his loins and his cheeks, he felt a soft paw touch upon his slowly softening nose from outside, followed by the muffled sound of his captor’s voice. “Well, you’re not giving up the ghost that easy, apparently. Better settle in for the weekend… we’re in this for the long haul, lunch.”
 
 
He whined in submission.
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The rest of the weekend was uneventful for Henry. His time for the remainder of his Saturday after greedily devouring Ryder was divided between snoozing in a deep food coma and rolling around on the bed, looking for a more comfy position to digest in. He didn’t keep track of the submissive coyote’s condition… all he knew was that at some point, he was no longer a prey. He was just a shapeless lump of melting meat to be gurgled down into pudge. Just as he was meant to be.
 
 
After a long night’s sleep, Henry woke up on Sunday morning to a heftier figure… and a heavy weight in his bowels. He grumbled, scratching his ass as he waddled to the toilet, only briefly noting how doughy it felt… before he knew it, the lagomorph had his buns plopped onto the cold porcelain. With a cheerful sigh, he began to squeeze out what remained of Ryder. The canine had been processed efficiently, leaving behind only thick logs of dark brown waste to be dumped into the toilet. It was a surprisingly smooth exit for a prey his size, Henry not even caring, humming to himself as he played Subway Surfers on his phone. He didn’t even feel the bones coming out… not the sharp ends of the shattered leg and arm bones, not all of the pointy clawed toes on his foot, not the bumpy ridges of his surprisingly intact spine… not even the wide, cracked surface of his toothy skull, which plopped out quickly and efficiently onto the towering pile of turds, jaw falling from the hinges. He DID smell the effects of the dump however.
 
 
FFFFRRRRRRRTTTT!!!
 
 
“Oh, god! Ryder, you stink!!” Henry exclaimed as he leapt off the seat, fanning away the thick stench of that fart of finality. Curious, he looked into his toilet bowl, noting the pile of soft, brown, smelly shit, littered with stained skeletal remains. Some were in one piece, others in multiple, the cherry on top being the skull and jawbone sitting atop the mess, slowly sinking into the dump, cranium broken by a piece of rib poking through the top of it. “Eww.” was Henry’s only comment as he looked upon what remained of the man he had spent an entire year discussing his voracious fantasies and desires with. He pushed down on the handle, and although the toilet struggled at first, gurgling in protest, it was able to squish all of the poop down into its pipes, bones crushed into powder as they swirled down into the sewers.
 
 
The rabbit was busy for much of Sunday, mainly doing the chores and cleaning he hadn’t gotten around to due to having to digest Ryder. It wasn’t until he woke up on Monday morning that he got the chance to really stop and admire himself in his bathroom mirror. Henry smiled as he looked upon his body, dragging his paws across it… Ryder had done him a lot of good. His figure, once pathetic, scrawny and preyish, was now full and regal, plump with fresh fat. A double chin had formed under his stout muzzle, his torso had swollen into a soft round belly topped by a pair of moobs, his ass looked like someone had taken two watermelons and covered them in fur… and everything looked sexy when it moved. Even the slightest shift made the fat jiggle like gelatin, certain to catch the attention of anyone who passed the jackrabbit by. Henry smirked. Finally, no one would think of him as a prey anymore. That label had been utterly demolished.
 
 
He left his bathroom to start his day proper, giving Prowler, who was sitting on his bed, struggling to comprehend the radical changes in his master’s shape and demeanor, a pat on the head, making the housecat purr and forget about the confusion it was feeling. “Well, SubbyPelt, you got your wish.” He said to himself quietly as he lightly slapped his fattened gut, blushing as he felt it ripple. “Hope you enjoy being jackrabbit pudge… forever.” With that, the chubby, handsome worker grabbed a pair of underpants from his drawer and casually stepped into them. He lifted them up…
 
 
…and felt them get caught on his thick thighs, refusing to budge.
 
 
“...You left your wallet in your pants, right? It would be polite of you to pay for my new clothing.”