One Too Many (Furry & Vore) by Admirer
Cassandra was stuffed. Mildly angry with herself. She belched. Rubbed her belly. A momentary lapse of reason. That's all it was. And here she was, immobile. Lying flat on her back. Her tummy growled and gurgled. Digestion was under way. The sweet pain of the distended belly was an omnipresent force, dominating her every moment. Cassandra was normally slender, firm, but not muscular, and large-breasted. She was tall for her breed, about six feet. But now, laying on her floor, she was stuffed round. Full to the brink of popping. Her face reflected the concern she had of bursting wide open. She had definitely overeaten. She was gorged. Inflated. She belched. Her tummy rumbled. She hugged and caressed her belly as the story played again in her mind... She was reading that afternoon when she heard a tentative knock at her wooden door. Her den was built into the rolling green hillside and she was rarely disturbed. She opened the door and a sweet little bunny morph greeted her inquisitive eye. Cassandra took her in at a glance. She was plump, indeed. And short (a little over half a foot), with a bright pink ribbon between her upright ears. Pudgy. Large-breasted for her size. She had a rounded belly, a plump face and fat little legs. She looked as if she enjoyed the finer pleasures in life. She had a sweet smile. She introduced herself as Emily of the Briarwood Hutch. --I've heard that you sometimes do...favors...for other creatures. Am I correct? --Why, yes. Under the right conditions...for the right price... --Well, it's the Elmwood Hutch that is the problem. They have been harassing our hutch. Stealing. Vandalizing. We are preparing for the winter freeze and our lives may be in jeopardy because of their ignorance. I am the mayor of our hutch and, because of my sex, I am under close scrutiny by the council elders. I need a true show of decisive leadership. And that's why I am here. I need the Elmwood hooligans to...how should I say...disappear. --Go on. What is the plan? (Cassandra licked her lips. She had a feeling...) --I will lure them to my hole somehow. A banquet of sorts. Fatten 'em up for the winter freeze. If I promise an enormous feast and those greedy little thieves will come running to my door. And then...as they arrive, you devour them. --And that is to be my pay? --Will that do? --I suppose. Are they all as fat and pleasing as you are? --Well...um...I guess. Frankly, you are making me uncomfortable... --Sorry. It's only for comparative reasons. To see if the job will pay good dividends. Yes? --I see. Okay. But how will I know that the job is done? --Watch from some concealed location as they arrive. I will come to the door to greet the...guests. How many will there be? --Their head count is three dozen. I haven't thought! Will you be able to handle all of that? --I think I'll do just fine. The arrangements were made. The plan would come to fruition the next day at noon. At the appointed time next morning, just before twelve, Emily concealed herself on the nearest rise, with a clear view of the door to her own hole. Cassandra waited anxiously inside Emily's cozy, quaint home. She was hungry. And ready. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation... From her vantage point, Emily saw the first party arrive. They clustered greedily around the door, anticipating a grand feast. Some licked their chops in anticipation, rubbing their hungry bellies. They were all as plump as Emily, some plumper from their constant raiding. The door opened. Some of the bunnies looked dismayed at the sudden appearance of Cassandra, but they let their appetites rule over their reason. Cassandra happily shooed them in the door. And it closed. Emily crossed her fingers. When the next batch appeared, the door opened. Cassandra, after having devoured six fat little bunnies, had a definite bulge in her belly. It was rounded. Cassandra licked her lips in expectation... The door closed. When it opened again, Cassandra had five more plump bunnies inside her. She looked quite stuffed already! Her stomach was sticking out...stuffed. She looked a bit inflated. Group after group came...and disappeared...into Cassandra's burgeoning belly. Emily was stunned...thrilled. She did, however, notice that Cassandra's face was getting greener as her belly swelled and swelled. She was not sure how long her cat ally would last... Inside the hole, things were going smoothly. Well, not for the unfortunate Elmwooders. There was a lull. Cassandra breathed shallowly. She leaned against the door frame. She was rounding, plumping up. Growing. Her tummy growled, rumbled and gurgled. Cassandra was wracked with a spell of hiccups. She wasn't so sure of her capacity any more. How many had there been? 17? 18? She had lost count. She was stuffed to bursting... She hugged her bulbous belly and joked... --Comfy in there? I told you it was a feast...I simply forgot to mention it was MY feast. She chuckled...belched. Rubbed. Hiccupped. Knock knock. Apparently the "lull" was over. Was there room in her? She opened the door. Six more. They gazed at her enormous belly. Pushed there way past her...towards the banquet table. Cassandra locked the door behind them. She couldn't move as fast as before for sure... One by one she captured them with her long arms. One after another: gulp gulp gulp. --Comfy in there? Oh I am afraid I will absolutely burst! Quit moving around in there. Oof! Am I full! She moaned and rubbed her tummy. It was growing and growing...further and further. Her arms could no longer reach around it...she could merely cradle it from the sides... It was taught, firm, full. More groups came. Cassandra reached out immediately on their entrance and scooped them up—and into her mouth. Surely she could take no more...no more...so full full full. Near bursting. Near popping... One more and she felt she would explode for sure! But they were so sweet! So plump! So satisfying! And besides, she had a job to do. She was under contract. It had become a quick action. See the greedy fat faces, scoop them up and devour them. Hunger was no longer a factor...only consumption. There was another lull. A longer one than the others... Strange! Cassandra needed a break anyway... She was woozy with food. Drunk with consuming. She plopped down on the floor, no longer able to stand. --Happy in there? (She caressed her fat, round, tight belly. It had grown to mammoth proportions. It rested on her thighs. She could hardly sit up...it restricted her breathing... Knock knock. Grab. Consume. --Hmm.... Only one this time. Oh well. That must be all. Cassandra grinned widely. Her belly let out a raucous groan, so loud! Gurgling. She belched loudly. Hiccupped. Stuffed. She fell back, lay on the floor in a food coma. Her "meal" sloshed around noisily. She rubbed her now enormous belly on the sides, from side to side. It was tight but it rolled in gentle waves across her body. --Well. That's it belly. Job well done. Oof! (BELCH HIC HIC) Hope you all learned your lesson! Hee hee! (BELCH) The only response was gurgling and sloshing and belly groans. --Oh my god. I am sooo huge! What have I done? I can't get up, can't move! What a pig I am!! Hee hee. (HIC HIC BELCH) Cassandra felt something caught in her teeth... Cloth. She picked at it, pulled it out, like a magician with a magic handkerchief... It was a bright pink bow... --Oh my! That last bunny was...oh dear! What have I done! Emily? You in there? (No response.) --What am I to do? Cassandra realized it was fruitless. Emily was gone. Debt was paid in full. Wasn't her fault really... Consider it a tip! So now, there she was. Stuffed round and unable to move. Cassandra hoped for a busy season. She could begin to like this work for sure... "Cassandra: One Too Many" is © its creator,
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