The naked human had been captured by The Vore Café, taken to their kitchen—and from here on, he would only be called “Meat”. For his fate was to be food.

“Come on now,” Roselius, the goat owner of the café, ordered him. “With me.”

He led the Meat to the corner, where a large platter sat on a food cart. “Lie there,” the goat commanded. “No resisting, understand?”

Meat obeyed him, and a moment later, the man was surrounded by four chefs: a horse, a cockatrice, a fox, and an otter. “Alright, fellas, the fox said, smirking down at the Meat. “Let’s prep this meal for the special dinner, shall we?”

The human watched as the chefs gathered up various spices—basil, salt, paprika, bay leaf—and sauces—marinara, tomato paste, alfredo. Hands grabbed him, and he was forced into a kneeling position on top of the plate. Then, the horse picked up a large bowl of stuffing, bringing a spoonful of the stuff to his lips. “Open up,” he ordered.

The man did so, and the spoon was shoved into his mouth. Another bite soon came, and the chefs began their work. He swallowed stuffing, filling his belly and making it grow, while sauces and spices were draped all over him, painting his skin. Once he was covered on the outside, and his stomach was all stretched out, an apple was forced into his mouth. Then, to punctuate the moment, his butt cheeks were spread out, and a carrot was shoved into his ass—the human whimpered fearfully around the apple as this happened.

Then, the chefs went around the cart, and it was wheeled out of the kitchen, to a table in the café, where a lioness sat. The platter with the Meat was put onto her table. “Your dinner, ma’am,” the horse told her.

“Excellent,” the lioness purred. She licked her lips and rubbed her stomach. “I can’t wait for you to be melted down by my belly—this is going to be a great dinner.”

Meat gulped. Soon, he would be devoured.