Stuffed
By Jag
Contains: M/M vore, Unwilling Predator, Willing Prey, Some Yiff, Some Digestion
Jag (c) myself
Wesley (c) his player

A repetitive motion began to wake Jag from his slumber, his eyes flickering some as they tried to open. The feline was stalled in his waking process by a bright light that beamed in through the half opened blinds in his bedroom. Giving a low groan the jaguar rolled himself onto his side, having a rather hard time in doing that for some odd reason. Mrowling softly Jag settled back into sleep, but grunted as he felt something tug his shoulder, his body rolling back onto his back. A deep yawn came from the feline as he jerked himself out of his sound sleep, his nose twitching as he felt that same motion on the side of his face. Snapping his eyes open Jag allowed his eyesight to focus on the blurry image that was in front of him. It soon became clear as to whom it was, that smile being the first thing to catch the feline's sight before he got the big picture of his friends face. The fox then bent down and licked his cheek, causing the feline to smirk as he realized that was what he kept feeling on his face. 

"Jeeze, you're a sound sleeper," said Wesley as he murred, licking his friend's cheek once more. "I've been toying with you for like the past half hour!"

"Sorry," replied the feline with a snicker. "I didn't get to bed until very late last night. Late night movie marathon!"

"Well I decided to just let myself into your house," chirped Wes as he pressed his nose down onto Jag's. "Hope you don't mind."

"Nope!" exclaimed Jag as he tried to sit up, a slight grunt coming from his throat as he couldn't move his arms of legs. 

"Oh yeah! I forgot to mention that I decided what I wanted to do with you today."

Wesley hugged onto Jag's form and lifted him up a little, allowing his friend to rest in a sitting up position. From there Jag was able to look down at his legs, his eyes darting down to see the multicolored yarn that was wrapped around his ankles several times. Wiggling his toes a few times Jag tried to move his feet, but found that the yarn held them perfectly in place. Giving his arms a jerk the feline found that those too were bound, probably by the same yarn. Jag looked to Wesley and before he could ask anything the fox was already ready with an answer. 

"I decided I wanted to tie up a kitty and do things to him!" shouted Wes proudly before turning away from the jaguar and exiting the bedroom. 

"Do--do what to him!" mewled Jag loudly as he tried to wriggle out of his bonds, wondering what exactly Wesley was going to do.

Jag began to struggle as best he could, hoping that he could undo the yarn before Wes got back. There was a slight clatter from somewhere outside the bedroom, causing Jag to stop moving and listen intently on the noises coming from what appeared to be the kitchen. A sudden clang made Jag grunt and flick his ears his mind wandering to what Wesley was doing in the kitchen. Inside that small room were numerous food items that could be made into meals and even worse things that his roommates shouldn't really be leaving about in the open. Squirming about once more Jag managed to slide onto his back and quickly began to roll from side to side. It didn't take long for the jaguar to get onto his side, although he suddenly found himself on his stomach when he couldn't stop himself. A groan came from the jaguar as he flicked his tail upward, wriggling helplessly about on the bed. The feline's ears went flat as he sighed, having defeated himself with only one simple roll. 

"What are you doing you silly kitty?" asked Wesley as he entered the room once more. 

This time the fox was carrying a two covered plates, balancing them in one hand as he moved over to the bed. As careful as he could Wes set those plates down on the nearby computer desk. He then rolled Jag onto his back and put him back into that sitting position, giggling as the feline gave a couple of gentle squirms. Wesley snagged the first plate from the stack and proceeded to get onto the bed with his friend, sitting Indian style across from him. With a quick flick of his wrist Wes removed the lid from the plate, revealing a stack of tasty looking waffles. Jag stared down at the plate, his mouth instantly watering as the tasty smell wafted to greet his nose. The feline licked his lips, his stomach giving the faintest of gurgles, the inner workings of the jaguar coming to life upon knowing that it was breakfast time. Wesley smiled at his hungry looking friend and removed a knife and fork from his back pocket, using the utensils to cut a big chunk of gooey waffle from the stack. Slowly the fox raised the forkful to his mouth, stuffing it inside and chewing happily with a murr. Jag stared at Wes every step of the way, licking his lips when he watched the vulpine consume the first piece. 

"Does the kitty want a piece?" asked Wesley as he began to cut another piece. 

The only thing Jag could do was nod, which was enough of an answer for Wes as he brought the next dripping forkful to the feline's mouth. Jag opened wide, allowing the vulpine to place that piece onto his tongue. The muzzle closed around the fork, which was then pulled away from Jag's face. Chewing quickly Jag disposed of the waffle piece by gulping it down, his mouth opening right away for another bite. This caused Wesley to grin wide, cutting off a larger piece and placing into the large pink muzzle. Once again Jag chewed and swallowed, his tongue slurping wetly over his lips to get a tiny bit of syrup still stuck to them. A deep purr began to resonate from Jag's chest as things seemed to be looking up for him. Sure he was tied up and sitting in bed, but if that involved eating waffles then things were certainly going to be awesome for the rest of the day. The jaguar leaned forward to try and nuzzle the fox, but couldn't quite reach and Wesley wasn't making any attempt at leaning in toward him. Instead Wes stuffed a bunch of waffle pieces into his own mouth, swallowing them all down without much of a chew. He then grinned at the feline and hovered almost a full waffle in front of his face. 

"Let's see if you can just gulp this down."

Jag nodded fiercely a few times and stretched his muzzle as wide as he could, hoping to impress the vulpine as well as get more waffle into him. With a quick shove Wes jabbed the fork as careful as he could into Jag's mouth, allowing the feline to snap his jaws shut, tug away from the fork and gulp as hard as he could. A large bulge quickly sank into his throat, flowing slowly down the entire length before vanishing. There was almost an audible splash as the waffle emptied into the almost empty stomach, but a gurgle suddenly spoke up from it to signal that everything inside was about to get churned and digested. Jag murred deeply and grinned at Wes, slurping wetly over his chops and then glancing down at the empty plate. 

"Well there went the last of the waffles."

"Oh don't worry kitty...I've got a lot more than waffles for you."

With that the vulpine moved the empty plate off the bed and grabbed a second one. Before Wes removed the cover he poked Jag in the nose, causing the feline to mrowl softly and giggle, wondering what that was for. Without words Wesley held his paws in front of his eyes, making Jag shut his eyes as tight as he could, not wanting to ruin the surprise of what the next meal was going to be. Intent on keeping something a secret the vulpine checked to make sure Jag was being truthful, waving a paw in front of his face. The feline did nothing, his eyes shut as tight as they possibly could be. This made Wes grin and uncover the plate, being as quiet as he could be with that task. He didn't want the jaguar taking any quick peeks at what was down on the plate, which happened to be only slightly different than waffles. 

There on the plate was a rolled up pancake, although what made this particular special and worth hiding from prying eyes was the fact that there was a small creature jammed into the middle of it. Little black legs kicked very slightly from one side of the pancake, a tuft of tail just visible there as well. There was also a little black head with a partial white stripe seen from the other side. The tiny skunk had been shrunk about a day ago while playing with Wes and then added to the menu once the fox had gotten his idea for today's fun. Hardened syrup made it complicated for the skunk to do much, his legs slowed greatly by the sticky substance while his mouth was held shut by the now cold mess. Plucking the rolled up pancake from the plate Wesley held it to the feline's lips, which opened at the feeling of something being pushed at them. The skunk's eyes widened as he stared into the slick inner workings of the jaguar, watching huge strands of drool drip from the top to the bottom. If the little guy could have moaned he would have, but the syrup made that impossible, so he had to settle from just being crammed into the slimy space, the lips sealing around his legs. Jag was about to start chewing, but stopped when he felt Wesley's paw rub at his neck, which caused him to groan deeply and lift his head toward the sky. The jaguar's throat opened up with Wes' help, covering the head and most of the pancake encased skunk. The rippling esophagus then tugged down on the pancake, Jag slurping the last bit of the roll into his muzzle before starting to gulp it down. Gravity worked with the feline and helped propel the flapjack downward, a streamline bulge appearing briefly in the throat before it slipped into the hot stomach. It was quickly swept away in the gurgling acids, the skunk having little time to get free before he was dipped under the rising amount of fluids. Wesley murred deeply as he lowered a paw to the kitty's gut, pressing down hard on it as he rubbed. This caused Jag's ears to perk, his eyes to open and a huge belch to erupt from his muzzle to Wesley's face, the smell of syrup heavy on his breath. This just made Wesley murr louder and rub at the feline gut harder, hearing the deepening gurgles coming from within. 

"So did the kitty enjoy his pancake roll?" asked the vulpine with a mrowl. 

"He sure did," said Jag with a purr. "What else does the foxie have?"

"I've got plenty don't you worry. Just a few more small things and then we'll move onto the main course!"

"That suits me just fine!"

Wesley smiled at that reply as he climbed off the bed, gathering up the two dishes he had used. Rushing them to the kitchen the vulpine rinsed the plates off and then grabbed a rather large serving tray that was on the counter. The vulpine grunted softly as he carried the heavy thing down the hall and into the bedroom, trying to make it seem that it was lighter than it actually was. Setting the tray down next to the bed the fox climbed onto the bed once again, signaling Jag to once again close his eyes. It was better to keep Jag in the dark about most of the smaller things he was being fed as once it got up to the few larger ones Wes knew that the feline would put up a slight struggle. Poking the jaguar's nose made him open again, Jag making a cute little "ahh" noise as he held his mouth open. As quickly and quietly as he had done before Wes removed the top of the large tray, revealing two more meals that would be introduced to the feline's digestive system. The first one Wes picked up was the much smaller of the two. Squeezed between a hotdog bun was a black wolf, although with the amount of ketchup and mustard Wes had added to the top of him it was hard to tell what color he had been in the beginning. The wolf murred as he was picked up though, knowing full well where he was going. Wes placed a finger to his lips, trying to tell the wolf to be quiet as he got ready to cram him into the gaping muzzle. Hovering the bun contained wolf in front of Jag the feline's nose twitched at the smell of mustard, making him suddenly lunge forward and tuck half of the bun into his mouth. Wes almost dropped the wolf, not ready for such an action from the feline, but quickly managed to regain hold of the bun and start stuffing. As they had done before with the pancake Jag began his rolling gulps, shoving the entire bread and condiment covered wolf slowly down his throat while Wes continued to work the bun deeper into and down the jaguar's throat. The bulge inside of Jag's neck began to twitch, the wolf giddy with excitement as he made his way down the slick inner passage of the feline. Wes did his best to contain those movements, squeezing the wolf here and there as he went further inward, hoping Jag wouldn't notice anything weird with this meal. Almost fully within the gullet the wolf got too excited for his own good, his legs kicking hard in the throat as he tried to pull himself out of the bun. Jag felt this and swallowed hard, the wolf's legs getting gripped hard by the throat. Another swallow dragged the tiny wolf from the bun and forced his wriggling body straight down the tube ahead of him, much to Wesley's dismay. 

The vulpine just stared at the squirming bulge that sunk past his friend's chest, knowing full well that Jag would have felt that. Wes pushed the last bit of bun into Jag's mouth and then quickly reached down to the tray on the floor, snagging the next meal that would be stuffed into the jaguar. This was the middle sized meal in Wes' fun, a three foot tall ferret that had been covered head to toe in chocolate sauce. His brown fur was slicked down in several places while in others it remained sticking up in all directions. The sauce also helped mask the musky smell that usually coated the ferret's body, which was either very appetizing or not to whoever was nearby the small creature. Still, Wes didn't want to take any chances that the odor would affect whether or not Jag swallowed him up. Wouldn't be good to give the jaguar an upset tummy before he could cram himself in there. The ferret stood in front of Jag, readying himself for being consumed while at the same time the feline felt a little jerking about in his gut. The wolf was trying not to succumb to the acids within the gut, his body splashing about inside as he rubbed at the slimy walls surrounding him. It was then that Jag knew something was up as he had also felt movement when the hotdog slid down his throat. Opening his eyes the feline just blinked as he saw the ferret trying to work his fingers past his lips, causing Jag to tug his head away from the ferret. 

"Ummm....Wes?" mewled Jag as the felt the ferret climb into his lap.

"What, hehe?" was the vulpine's reply. "I can't stuff my friend with various foods and people!"

Jag shook his head as he felt the ferret's fingers prod his lips once again, the feline doing his best to keep them sealed so that there was no way for the creature to get inside of him. Wesley just murred as he leaned toward the feline, sandwiching the ferret against Jag's chest and belly in the process. The vulpine licked the back of the ferret's neck, causing the smaller creature to let out a cute moan and shudder. 

"Mmm, see how tasty he is," said Wesley as he eyed Jag. "He should so be inside a kitty belly. So you have to open wide so he can get shoved inside, alright?"

Jag shook his head once more in disagreement, causing Wesley to giggle at the unwilling predator. 

"Well then I'll just have to find other ways to get the kitty to open up then..."

Wes' voice trailed off as he spoke, his mind tinkering with ideas of how to make Jag open wide for him. In his initial plans Wes had hoped the feline would have kept his eyes shut until the main course, but little kinks in plans were what made them more interesting. A thought soon crossed Wesley's mind, which made him smirk wide at Jag and then slurp the ferret once more, inching him up to the kitty's lips. The vulpine then lowered his head and whispered something into the ferret's ears, making sure that Jag wouldn't overhear the new plan. The second Wes raised his head from the other's ear his paws shot out to Jag's belly, giving a quick rub before his fingers trailed down to the jaguar's sides, dancing over them in a tickling manner. A deep snorting noise came from Jag's throat as he tried to squirm backward a little, a muffle mew trying to escape through his shut lips. Wesley then put his plan into motion as he started to tickle the feline's sides, moving up and down over the slim feline body. Jag started to muffle his laughter, hoping to tug his body away from both vulpine and ferret, but once again finding it rather hard to move, what with the two almost sitting on top of him. The ferret started on his part of the plan, tickling the waist of the feline while Wesley worked his paws under Jag's arms, knowing full well that his friend would soon start laughing out loud. And that is just what the jaguar proceeded to do next, a loud giggle working across the bedroom before it turned into booming laughter, Jag's body squirming as hard as it could against the two in another attempted escape. 

Wesley quickly lifted the ferret off the bed slightly, watching as the little creature extended his arms out ahead of him. One fluid motion later and the ferret was arm deep in jaguar throat, the feline no longer laughing. A soft whine worked out of Jag's throat as he tried to make himself gag, but as his throat relaxed it only gave Wesley the chance to cram a few more inches of ferret down his throat. Unable to control the swallow that followed the ferret was pulled down, his arms encased in the rippling tube while his face pressed into the hot, condiment smelling cavern. Jag couldn't stop himself from licking the ferret under his chin, the taste of chocolate coating his taste buds and forcing him to swallow once more, the tiny creature's head working to the pulsating gullet. Wesley just murred as he held onto the ferret, eyeing the moving bulge in his friend's neck before inching a tad more of the smaller male downward. 

Jag was doing his best at gagging, hoping that the constant motion of wanting to work the ferret out of the throat would make it more difficult for him to go in. While it was fair thinking Wesley was doing a far better job at forcefully shoving the ferret downward, the small creature already being shoulder deep. In the back of Jag's mind the taste of chocolate was trying to make him swallow, that being one of his true weaknesses in life. His slick tongue worked over the ferret's chest a few times, the dark chocolate taste coating his body making Jag gulp hard out of habit. He then realized what he had done, but before he could react or brace himself he felt Wesley pick the ferret up off the bed and give him a quick heave, his chest gliding down the slippery tunnel. Inside of the feline's body the ferret let out a rather loud moan as he sunk toward the stomach, his arms pressing past the ring and getting splashed with tingling acids. Jag began to lean backward as far as he could, feeling part of the ferret's body slip out of his throat. Wesley watched this and quickly rectified the situation by pushing the ferret back in. 

The feline throat widened as the ferret bulged it out, each twitch that was made being seen by the vulpine. A forceful swallow worked the creature further down the throat, his head popping into the humid and very powerful smelling stomach, which was already quite active with what had been going on already. The acids splashed up at the ferret, making the little male moan even louder as he started to squirm hard, wanting to get emptied into the busy chamber. Wesley couldn't help but chuckle as the ferret's movement, his legs kicking all about as he wanted more of his body inside the feline, though Jag wasn't too pleased with that. The vulpine grabbed onto the ferret's legs, holding them tightly together and slowly lifting them up into the air. This movement caused Jag's head to tilt back, his throat opening wide as he was unable to control himself from gulping down the chocolate covered ferret. 

Wesley murred loudly as he began using gravity to aid in the ferret's descent, the little male being much easier to squeeze down the throat as Jag couldn't resist swallowing. About every three seconds there was a resounding gulp which forced more of the ferret into the stomach. A second later the stomach would twitch, then the throat before the gulping would repeat itself, Wesley enjoying the view of had at the moment, but really wanting the ferret's own. That would come soon enough though as the legs slipped all the way out of sight, Wes pressing those footpaws toward the jaguar throat before shutting the muzzle and holding it closed with one paw. Helping to lower Jag's head Wes just smirked as the feline whined, gulping hard to clear his throat. The twitching body flowed all the way down the throat and then filled up the stomach, deep gurgling suddenly resonating from inside as the ferret got sloshed around, his body becoming part of the felines. Wes' paws shot down to the jaguar stomach, rubbing about at the slight movement still inside, feeling over what was going on before nuzzling and licking at his friend's neck. 

"See, wasn't that awesome, sexy and tasty!" shouted Wes as Jag hiccupped a few times. 

"No, that wasn't awesome at all!" whined Jag loudly. "I didn't really want a belly full of prey today. Can you just untie me now please Wes?"

"Maybe later kitty. We need to get through the main course first."

"No more courses! Waffles were fine...but when it comes to wriggling ferrets that's where I draw the line."

"Well you had a skunk waffle and wolf hotdog earlier. Was there nothing wrong with those, hehe?"

Jag just exchanged looks with the fox and then started to struggle as hard as he could, wanting to get out of bed. His stomach growled loudly around the food currently inside of it, making Wes murr happily as he began removing his shirt and pants. This caused the feline to pause and stare, looking over the naked vulpine and trying to not be too seduced by the sexy looking form that stood in front of him. Shutting his eyes Jag pictured that nothing was in front of him and instead focused on trying to pull his paws out of the yarn. Jag's eyes soon opened again as he felt Wes' fingers prying apart his muzzle causing the feline to clench them hard and turn his head away from the vulpine. Wes just murred as his friend played hard to get into, their forms soon resting against one another as Wesley nuzzled as Jag's lips, trying to get him to open up. 

"Come on kitty, open up..." said Wesley as he sniffed at Jag's breathe through his closed lips. "It's time for the main course!"

The fox kept his nuzzling going, hoping that Jag would come to terms that he was going to be eating one last thing today. After several minutes Jag was still rather victorious with having not opened his mouth, his head continually moving away from Wesley's face and hands. Wes was getting rather anxious with wanting to be a meal, making him plunge his hands down toward the feline's tummy, itching and tickling all about in another effort to make the feline open wide. This had worked once before, so with any luck Wes would be able to get Jag to laugh and then cram his arms down his throat. It didn't take too long for a few giggles to escape from Jag, Wes' fingers dancing over the kitty's toes and sides. Soon enough the jaguar began laughing loudly, allowing Wesley to lean forward and try to push his hand into the open mouth. Just as Wes got his fingers into Jag's mouth he felt a pinch, the sharp teeth coming down on the tips of his fingers. Wesley meeped and withdrew his paw, checking it over for bite marks and sighing happily when there were none. 

"Now that's a very bad Jag," grumbled Wesley. "That means I'll have to bring out the big guns to make you open wide!"

Jag replied with a smirk, knowing full well that if Wesley tickled him he still wouldn't be able to squeeze into his mouth. Though Jag was surprised when he watched Wesley start to lie down in front of him, wondering what the vulpine was up to. He got his answer seconds later when the hot, slick fox tongue lapped over his sheath, causing Jag to stifle a moan. Wesley began to pant and lick over the sensitive flesh, causing Jag to worm backward as best he could, the tip of his cock poking free almost instantaneously. The fox then opened his own mouth and tucked the member inside, suckling hard on it and sloshing warm spit around the tip. This caused more of the jaguar cock to extend from the sheath, right into the velvety soft maw. Before too long the entire six inches of the feline were inside of Wes' muzzle, the head throbbing hard against the tight fox gullet. A small gush of precum splashed out onto Wesley's tongue as he started to bob his head up and down the feline cock. Jag began to purr deeply, his mouth opening slightly to moan each time he felt Wesley gulp around his cock. The fox kept an eye on Jag's mouth, waiting for his opportunity to strike and he knew that once he got the kitty really worked up he'd be less worried with keeping his mouth shut and more worried about how loud his moaning was. 

Getting onto his knees Wesley kept his face buried in the feline's crotch, his paws gripping onto Jag's hips. The feline tried to scoot backward, but found himself held in place as Wesley dragged his mouth up and down over his throbbing member, exciting a few more pleasurable growls from the jaguar. The vulpine then opened as wide as he could, sliding the cock straight to the back of his mouth where it would be given a deep gulp. The feline cock snuggled up in the warm folds of the Wes' throat, the fox's nose coming to rest on the musky crotch of the feline. The deep throating caused Jag to whine and moan as loud as he could, his muzzle stretching open as he panted, his cock throbbing inside of the tight passage. All of a sudden Jag would mrowl as he felt his cock throbbing in the air instead of a warm tunnel, his eyes shutting for a brief second before they snapped open. Going cross-eyed the feline stared into Wesley's eyes, the vulpine's arms already inside of his throat. Mewling loudly the kitty started to wretch as best he could, not wanting to gulp down his friend. 

Wes had plans to join the other meals that were currently being converted into slime within the feline's stomach. Wes' fingers tickled the inner lining of the throat, which made Jag grunt a few times and swallow hard, his throat thinking that he was eating once again. Those gulps brought Wes' face creeping toward the slick feline lips. His nose quickly pressed through them and picked up the various scents contained within, the chocolate and ferret odor being the most overbearing of the smells. That stench didn't stop Wes from going further insides, his body changing positions until he was almost crouching down on the bed in front of Jag's body. The feline let out a huge muffled groan as he felt Wes' face slide into his mouth, the vulpine's feet pressing down on the soft bed while jamming himself as far down the throat as he could go. Those arms slipped down the length of the throat, the insides rippling and squeezing around them as they kept trying to drag the digits further inside. Jag was still trying to find some way to force Wes out of him, but all the gagging and squirming he did just seemed to make the vulpine slide quicker and more efficiently down his throat. 

Another firm push from Wes allowed his head to open the feline's gullet as wide as it could go, his face now visible in the kitty's throat. There was a clear smile on it as he moved his hips and legs, feeling a quick swallow take him down a few more inches. There was a slight mewl and whine that echoed around him, but the vulpine ignored it as he knew he wasn't hurting Jag in the slightest. For a few seconds Wes just let himself be contained by the rippling innards, his head and arms being squeezed tightly by flesh while the other side of his body swayed and bounced on the bed, eager to join the rest of him. The vulpine's own sheath was currently swelling out, his cock starting to peek out into the outside world. Wes did his best to contain himself though, ignoring the nice feeling all around him so that his cock wouldn't extend anymore than that tip. It was hard enough forcing himself down Jag's throat, he didn't need the progress stalled further by the needs of his cock. There would be plenty of time for his cock to get worked over on the way down anyway. A quick arch of Wes' footpaws made his body sink in deeper, his fingers splaying the stomach ring and slipping inside of the gurgling, stinking chamber. 

His fingers would grip around the outer edge of the stomach ring and then pull. This made Jag's throat open wide, his stomach lurch up and then down as Wes dragged himself down the throat with the help of the stomach. Those vulpine shoulders sunk down the throat followed by the top portion of Wes' chest, his form almost halfway down his friend's throat. Wes' arms slipped into the jaguar's stomach, the digesting muck already coating his arms and slicking his body further down with mess. The tip of his cock throbbed, but Wes focused on trying to get himself down the throat, hoping he could control himself that much. Not too long after Wes' fingers poked the bottom of the stomach would his head pop into the stinking gut, his nose picking up every scent that was inside. A deep moan came from Wes as he gripped as much of the belly flesh as he could and started to drag himself deeper. His chest slipped through the feline lips and down the throat, his stomach following soon afterward. That caused the only problem in Wes' plan as his legs started to lift off the bed, hovering in front of Jag's face. It was now that Wes needed to pull himself all the way inside before Jag could do anything to stop him, as he could easily be expelled out of the feline if Jag could figure out a way to do it. 

Those legs kicked about a few times, making Jag grunt and gulp out of hesitation, not wanting to get smacked in the face with them. He then groaned, knowing that was what probably something Wes wanted. Quickly stopping himself, Jag found the waist and legs dangling out in front of him along with the huge, bushy fox tail. Inside of his body he could feel every movement Wes was making inside of him, his eyes shutting as he tried to form some kind of plan to get the fox out of his body. Focusing on his stomach the feline made it lurch a few times, hoping that it would force Wes out rather than in. Instead it did the opposite. Jag's throat opened wider and before he could do anything the fox's waist moved inside of his muzzle, causing a surprised swallow to push it into the pulsating throat. Jag suddenly gagged a little as he felt something twitch inside of his throat, the waist bulge of the fox thickening in size as his cock extending into the passage. The musky rod throbbed hard against the throat walls, precum dripping from the shaft as it was practically ready to explode. Wes moaned from deep within Jag's body, his entire body starting to writhe in pleasure as he rubbed himself against the throat, wanting so bad to feel himself explode inside of the feline body. 

Jag was trying not to let that happen as he kept gagging hard, hoping that he could bend his body down enough to allow Wes' form to slide out. Shaking his head hard jag managed to work about an inch of Wes from his lips, but with a quick kick of the fox's legs he went right back inside. His hands held firmly against the stomach lining, clutching onto it as he kept trying to pull his body in, much to the displeasure of the feline and his body. There was a loud squelch that echoed about in the stomach, a part of Wes getting forced back out the way he had come in, Jag hoping to throw his friend up on the bed. Then began the tug of war between Wes and Jag, the two in equal positions of power, both wanting one thing from the other. It would have been quite the epic battle between forced predator and willing prey, but the battle was ended by Wes in weird accident. With his body getting coughed up the vulpine's cock throbbed hard against the throat walls before it popped back into the mouth, the slick tongue working over the length twice before Wes couldn't would himself back. His cock began to pump out a thick fluid, which washed over the back of the feline's tongue and into his throat. The sudden taste of salt caused Jag's body to do what it did best in that kind of situation, gulp as hard and fast as it could. 

Jag's eyes widened as he felt the constant movement his throat was making, his mind trying to tell it to stop, but to no avail. Cum flooded his throat, lubing up the fox's body and basically propelling him down the chute like a musky, odorous water slide. Jag could only watch in a slight bit of horror as the vulpine tail tucked between his legs as they squeezed past his lips and moved down his throat. Slowly and very surely Wes moved into the feline's stomach, starting to round it out larger than it had been all day. It didn't take too long for those orange footpaws to twitch one last time outside of Jag's muzzle, the pair soon vanishing into it. Jag, unable to keep them from sliding across his tongue, was forced to give one last swallow. The feet made a large bulge in his neck as they flowed down the slimy chute, Wesley doing his best at pulling himself all the way into his friend's stomach. Jag's eyes moved to his stomach, watching the huge rounded gut begin to churn about Wesley once his body got packed away inside. A pocket of air slipped from the stomach and was quickly expelled as Jag belched, making him blink several times and then swallow a mouthful of air, jerking his body left and right in an attempt to make himself sick. 

"Wesley you get out of me right now," yelled the feline as he glared at the bulges the vulpine made in his midsection. 

There was only a muffled giggle as a reply followed by a few gurgles. A sudden squelch caused the movement inside of Jag to increase as acids rinsed over Wesley's body, the fox getting a rather serious bath. Everything that the feline had eaten only proved to make things quicker for Wesley, which is what he seemed to want from the start. A nice gurgly stomach to spend the day inside, even though he was just going to be food after a few short minutes. The slime within Jag's body coated Wes' body slicking every inch of the vulpine down while at the same time stripping him of the fur on his body. Noticing that he was already being turned into food made Wes continued to move weakly about, providing stimulus to Jag's body so that the stomach would work him further toward a soup like state. The moving quickly kicked up another gas bubble, Jag muffling this belch as best he could before expelling another quite loudly seconds later. It was then that his stomach stopped moving, loud digestive noises ringing in the feline's ears as Wesley was slopped about, starting to become food for the jaguar's body. 

Jag grumbled as he stared at his gut, realizing that Wes' plans of getting him stuffed had succeeded. Although the one part of plan that seemed weird was the fact that he was still tied up. Shouldn't he have been able to get free or something once Wes was inside of him. Struggling against the yarn once more the phone began to ring, causing Jag to just stare at it and wonder who would be calling the house phone. Jag ignored the ringing as he knew he couldn't get to the phone and after some struggling managed to lie on his back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. The answering machine then kicked on for the caller Wings' voice suddenly being heard by the feline. 

"Hey Jag, it's just me. I'm sure Wes has done what he wanted to do to you by now. Just calling to tell you to stay put. I'll be home for lunch in about an hour and I think Wes' stuffed cat would do perfectly."

The Pegasus hung the phone up, leaving Jag on his bed with a look off worry on his face. Though at least he had figured out Wes' entire plan for him.