I patted my distended belly, knowing his squirms were a fine mixture of eager submission, and bashful pride as the once proud predator found himself a few notches lower on the food chain.

"Just think, kiddo. All those whimpering, begging meals you churned into goat blubber over the years were all in preparation for me. Your life up this moment was nothing more than an extended meal preparation for a superior predator."

I smiled as he thrashed and moaned at my words, already succumbing to the preybitch lust all "predators" feel once they finally give into their surreptitious desire to be ass fat.

"That's right, my little goat gut fodder, squirm for your donk. Enjoy all the heat and pressure while you can, because by morning you're gonna be swinging off my hips and sagging over my belt~"

I gave my stretched and writhing belly another heft, feeling my guts glorp and churn, the process of breaking down my dinner starting to kick in with full force.

"And no need to thank me," I cooed to the softening lump on my belly that I assumed was his muzzle. "The pleasure is all mine~"


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Art, and my meal, comes courtesy of the charming, and tasty, PurpleLove on FA

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