The Con List
v.5
By Talonsaurn
early look FA version
-Secret Vore world
-Minimal Magic
-Rare Furries
Under consideration
-Note to self, Endeavor/Gobbles interchangeable..or should I try to separate them.. hmm
-Might upgrade the Karaoke and back at the hotel segmetns
*Might cut latest yellow highlight, to careless..yet drunks are drunks.

Standing before the full sized mirror of the Sheraton a Roo stood admiring himself, just short of 6 foot six, with fine dense golden yellow fur with dusty red highlights around the eye sockets and ears with splotches of darker red on the shoulders and spine. His tail swayed behind him thick black bands every 8 inches starting at his tip to his powerful haunches. He had to admit he was a handsome hunk of Marsupial meat..

The hotel room was a basic affair, clean but hardly fancy, an upper floor room he had a fine look at the city below, the sun setting behind rough clouds gave them a bright pastel pattern dancing around the bright reflection of the setting sun against the nearby office building. The unkempt king bed had the roo's effects tossed around casually,a few crumpled shirts,a well stuffed dufflebag, a simple few year old smartphone, a smaller camera bag hung over the headboard.

The hefty roo took out a leather-bound book from his duffel and admired the cover.. It was plain, black leather but that didn't mater, to most people it would just look like a well made sketch book, and part of that was true, but the most important part was the first page...where the “List” had been lovingly copied long ago. This was his Meal Book. He read the list and muttered each line under his breath.
“Preparation”
“Weight” He took a step on the hotels scale”.. 249lb” He recited and took out a pen and wrote the number down on the facing page.
“Belly” He took out a tailors measuring tape. “47.5 inches” He said and added the figure to his book.
“Make Sure Seam Makeup is on” He red out slowly and took the marker out carefully and lifted his fur free to put white seams well hidden under his fur around the neck and paws...
“Apply Camouflage” He took out a can of “Kind to Fur brand water soluble” Spray paint and applied it generously over his body, adding a pale green shade to his fur.. Tossing the can away he picked up the black can and carefully sprayed the black part of his costume, resulting in a three toned roo that in no way would be pegged for his last event.
“Put on Pants” The Roo took a rugged set of denim shorts from his duffel bag and put them on slowly, they fit a bit loose...till he added the unbuckled belt, he let them hang around his thighs a “NO ZIPPERS” was written by hand next to this line
“Wallet, Phone and Keys..” Some things were so basic you had to remind yourself, Pockets were important.
“Badges” He took out a carefully commissioned badge of his new persona, admiring the artwork as he put it around his neck, hanging it a few inches beneath his collar and license.
“Fatten”
Most of the “List” as he called it was set in stone by now, He had done it dozens of times so he had it memorized, he only referred to the checklist because it reinforced the importance of doing it “Right” rather than being haphazard.... there was only one part of the checklist that really became a judgment call and that was this...

He slipped on his tiger print shirt over his chest and looked at himself again in the mirror. It was almost a tent on him really, it hung loosely around his gut, He knew some people could actually wear 5XL normally but he wondered how normally people moved like that, he took the first of the pillows from the bed and stuffed it under the shirt, followed by a few more..and then a blanket. He held them under the shirt and felt them shift against his soft stomach fur, glancing at the mirror a moment he started to stuff more in.. another few pillows wrapped in a blanket under his shirt, making it bulge hugely into his paws. He admired the change in the mirror, taking a few breaths and turning to see how he looked from all angles...still a bit lumpy..One more small pillow was added..and then two more to help round out the swollen stomach of the shirt. He used his spare paw to feel the bulge, soft and squishy..no one would really believe he was this fat, but that didn't mater.. It had enough give to let him add a considerably amount more.. the extra leeway was important.


He had told the front desk there would be four people in the room, very normal and proper for any furry con,It also let him get away with having extra blankets and pillows delivered without getting any funny looks from the housekeeping staff.



He stuffed the bottom of his shirt into his shorts as he laid down, Fastening the heavy duty belt and cinching it tight around his hips to keep his “Stomach” in place, He let his tongue run around his lips and posed for the mirror again, then took a step back so he could see the belly in full as he walked and shifted in place, making sure it looked passable and didn't loose its stuffing from motion... after he was satisifed he licked his lips and opened the hotel door, Threw his dufflebag over his shoulder, and squeezed his way out of the room and went down to collect his badge..and with luck..supper... He wondered what the ending weight would be... he hoped he'd break the hotel rooms scale again.. His name was Endeavor to those who knew him well... Those who didn't know him well knew him more as the guy who just ate them up alive...


The lines were long, Always the lines were long...but Endeavor had gotten used to it, yes you weren't supposed to register the day of the convention but he found it more sensible to avoid that one extra layer of being caught to his experience. It could be almost enjoyable really. No one knew he had nicknamed registration “The Menu” and though he certainly wouldn't be able to dine on everyone there, he often made one or two mental notes of people he'd like to invite for dinner, he had sharp eyes for badges and names and would have to ask around for them later when he got rumbly in the tummy.

He was very rumbly in the tummy now actually...and rather loudly as well...the person behind him in line stared.. he turned back and looked sheepishly...patting his stomach clumisly in pantomime. The fellow smiled back..they always did..any hungry stomach sounds were expected on line... who got dinner before you got your badges..that would just be stupid...They never knew he was getting the grumbly sounds for some fursuiter that walked by, curious what the wrapping had underneath, planning to let them wear his suit for the rest of their lives later..Suiters were easier to track down, no doubt about it, but you couldn't get a look at the true meal inside...but that almost made it like Christmas when you got to it..so many presents for a hungry roo..

Could lines go backward? He felt this as the line stopped again for some computer problem at the start, He looked around and smiled at the rest of the people all as frustrated as he was. These hours long lines did give him the most wonderful chance to bee sen and known as a friendly suiter. So realistic, where did you get your suit? can I have a photo? can I hug you? He got so many questions and fans waiting there on the long line. It was almost like he was being offered the food..

A nice meaty fellow that had a nice smell to him and looked quite fattening came up for a photo, around 5'8 and probably a couple hundred pounds, Endeavo wondered how he'd taste and feel squirming snugly in his belly... “Sure you can take a photo Just let me do it as well..” The big friendly roo said as he embraced the fellow playfully and put an arm around, leaning just a bit onto the guy while he got his own camera from the duffle and held it high for a “Selfi” or four.. making sure to get the guys badge name..and that of his buddy taking the picture. Click click click, and there they went off happy, and having no idea his badge would be on a roo's trophy lanyard by the time he got home..

He licked his chops and looked at the guy ahead of him on line, he was feeling a bit playfull, so t leaned forward, pressing his pillow filled gut against them casually pushing them forward to the next person ahead in line, no domino chain happened though, but he got attention people looked back at him, and his huge gut, he returned with a sheepishly sorry grin paw behind his head.. People understood how hard it was to maneuver with such a girth to maintain. His fatty suit nature let him get away with murder, and the sheepish sorry grin sealed the deal...that little push got people looking at him, admiring his handsome suit, and laying the groundwork for when he didn't need the pillows anymore.

“Next” said the woman at the counter and Endeavor stepped forward, holding his breath a second as he focused on the list in his head.

“Gobbles” He said and lifted the badge over his chest to show it to the fellow for emphasis, He had chosen the name this year to push himself, and let himself go all at once. Most times he just used some famous historical name, this time he was going to try to get a name where people wouldn't be surprised if he played the roll of a hungry male roo.... He greatly hopped he'd be able to tease and play more.. He'd be acting like someone who was trying to act like him. He'd have to avoid being too good at it..
“Gobbles” the Woman at the registration desk said with only a bit of curiosity..
“First time.” Endeavor AKA Gobbles lied lamely. “It explained all sorts of awkwardness.
“Your a Natural” the lady said and handed him the convention badge and the little baggie of restaurant locations and such, never knowing that what “Gobbles”was going to eat was beyond cheap, and always at hand...Endeavor smiled, thanked the fellow and made his way off and out of the way of the seemingly endless line..




Endeavor slouched against a pillar in the registration room, fidgeting a bit as he pulls his meal book from the duffel again, opening the first page again and slowly reading the next section of the checklist to himself..it was under a sub heading of “Performance”
“Never be Agile” He mouthed quietly. It was one of the hardest things you had to learn. Clumsiness was a virtue to show off, it made rare glimpses of agility all the harder to counter...it was almost like that drunken style of Kung-fu, you had to try to be clumsy and get where you wanted.. A stumbling suiter could get all the help he needed.


“Hide the pain of tails and paws.” It was among the most crucial elements of blending in, and the hardest to learn when someone stepped on your overlarge footpaw you couldn't just scream without actually visually noticing, no human had feet like him, or a tail..This rule often conflicted with the previous one.. being clumsy meat caught tails and tripping over your feet. He was glad he had advil in his duffle.
“Avoid talking” He said softly, then blushed a bit at the silliness of that. The rule was true though, the less a person spoke during the performance the better, Words could slip you up, they could be overheard., you had to keep them to a minimum. Talking was hard in a suit, very hard to fake it when it was so way to do naturally.

He paused...something was stuck to his foot. He looked down and noticed a little boy giving his right leg a full body hug, he very cautiously moved but it remained stuck there, squeezing at his fur as though it was trying to remove his footpaw.. he tried to to gently push the kid off but the boy was Tenacious...Eventually he caught the gaze of the parents with a camera out..He smiled as best he could and patted the kid on the head as the camera flash hit. The kid kept his deathgrip on the roos leg. “Please let go.” he said and tried to shake it off..He tried the pleading look at the boys parents but couldn't find them. He took a couple steps toward what he thought might be an escape in the bathrooms... but realized THAT would probably be a bad idea.. “Kid..I think i'm going to make you an orphan”He snarled under his breath..but that too was ignored. Salvation came a few minutes later when a couple of the security fellows came to see what was up and managed to prey the tot from his leg, They smiled, apologized,and complimented him on his suit. He made it a point to skip eating security at this convention if possible..He got an all to good look at the kid..and if he saw him again he pondered just gobbling him up as a public service to the other suiters.. He returned to reading his Meal Book..

“Keep your tail limp” He had added this one in a scribble himself, It might make you feel like some lumbering dinosaur but holding an erect tail would give a person away as a true animal. It was against his nature so he had to remind himself of it each con

“Know the Territory” This turned up to be key, Before the con find out the hotels layout, the convention center, everything...Bathrooms, Stairwells, elevators.. small rooms not likely to see much traffic. Learn the schedule of events too. Alot of this he could easily guess from online resources..some he had to do the whole on foot tour that first night.. He had more than a few good meals by snatching someone using the stairwell when elevators were especially slow... a quick grab here and they could be muffled and dragged off....The same basic logic was knowing which rooms were going to be clear for a hour or two...and unlikely to be disturbed if he took a snooze with paws resting on his sloshy stomach..

Endeavor paused a moment and undid his duffel bag..pawing through it he cursed a louder than he wanted to. He forgot again.. he should have made “Extra towels” as one of his preparation checklist items, they were so useful for gags, especially those small face towels, could stuff one easily in a meals mouth just as a scream started....a tool of the trade..for the con he had abandoned such things as handcuffs... they got looks if his bad was investigated.. he preferred to have everything being reasonable for a con goer.

“Check your pillows” It was underlined thrice, he nodded vigorously. It was important to maintain the look, Activity had this way of making the stuffed shirt shift in odd ways, he wanted to look his best and to be sure to cover up any evidence. In the past he had pillows that had settled and shifted into such a way he got teases about having ate someone because of the shape, before he had even started the fun. It had flustered him to no end that time. He almost hoped someone would tease him like that this time..the Gobbles persona could probably pull it off better than the Cortez he was using at the time.

With the the checklist of performance tips in his mind he got to his feet, looked around, saw the kid had left him alone and was mildly disappointed to not have finger food nearby..the lines looked just as long, the registration room a zoo... a few dozen other suiters were roaming about entertaining folks on lines.

He took a casual stroll around, looking over the wrapped presents and figuring out which ones he'd take from the pile.... his head bobbing amiably with each step, he whistled once or twice at a really stellar looking suit.. but most of the wrappers weren't fooling any hungry roo into believing they were a stallion or wolf, He wasn't to proud not to shake those presents though, the person inside could be extra tasty...Endeavor took out his smartphone brought up the notepad and entered in a dozen or so names he'd have to remember to look for, He casually brought up twitter as well, brought up Gobbles account and made sure to add his quarries as well... He still couldn't believe how many meals just TOLD him where they were going through twitter.. “Heading back to the hotel” was the tweet that got Endeavor making double time to intercept a person on the way.
He checked the time. Seven in the evening, time for a little supper... He shifted his duffle again and carefully walked down the stairs in pursuit of something free range that looked all alone and overwhelmed, something to keep him going all night long. He emerged from the convention hall and into the crisp evening.


Gobbles sauntered a short bit until he came to the main fountain in front of a overflow hotel... or as he was apt to call it a sideboard to the menu, it was here he noticed a pair of suiters playfully frolicking, pushing at eachother infront of the ornate outdoor fountain.. There was a wolf suiter no doubt, though maybe it was just an unkempt dog, he couldn't be sure, the suit was a big ragged, probally low cost, heavy duty fabric that remind the hungry roo of someone playing hide and seek under a carpet.. the wrapping was hardly appetizing, The other suitor on the other hand was delicious looking, the suit was marvelously made, dense even fur, clear musical markings it was some sort of blue and white hooved bunny thing..was it a Jackalope? No antlers though... He couldn't be sure WHAT the suiter was, except for the most important thing..looking delicous... so plump, he didn't care really what was inside the suit, even devouring the suit stirred those deep hungers a predator had.

It certainly didn't help his hunger when the wolf was playing predator with the bunny thing, tussling a few moments and putting his head over the bunnies, silly as it was Gobbles pillowed belly growled loudly, though thanfully muffled, still it must have been loud enough for the two to notice,they shifted there heads a bit to look at him.



Once they noticed him he wordlessly lifted his Camera and pointed to his mouth.. The universal sign for taking a photo of a suiter. The two seemed quite agreeable and posed in that same predatory pose... letting him take more than enough time to frame the shot..”Click”... they then posed together more normally.. “Click” He gave them a thumbs up... and then pointed to himself then to them..or the wolf in particular...more gesutures and pantomime, but quite simple to figure out.

It was only a few moments before he had joined the group and made it a trio, taking a place on the otherside of the wolf, who looked momenterially uneasy by being bookended by a very plump...bunnygoat thing and a what looked like an enormously fat roo.. especiallly wen he leaned his own bulk onto the wolf, though hardly as heavy as he looked he was certainly good at encoumbering a guy already in a heavy suit just a bit more... The wolf suiter almost looked ready to wilt between the two fatties the bouncing bunny laughed loudly.
“Serves him right!” The blue and white fellow said. Gobbles just stared like a dummy at him.. he was in a marvelous suit for sure, it had facial muscles that worked.. how the heck did they do that... did he work in the movies..Gobbles stretched his paw around the wolf and put it on the bunny things shoulder, pulling him to the wolfs other side tight,sandwiching the wolf even more between the two “Prey” species. Much to the happy chortles of the … Gunny? Horsy...he just couldn't stop staring at this Fellow who according to a derpy looking badge was called Forte..
“I'm a Boat!” Forte said happily as he was smooshed against the squirming wolfs far side.
Gobbles was very glad about the no talking rule, It let him avoid the countless questions that ran through his mind, stupid silly questions that didn't result in him eating the bouncy hooved fellow and let him return an almost as derpy glance at him.'
“You've got the best roo costume I've seen. “Forte continued happily, oblivious to what Endeavor was thinking.
The squished wolf nodded.. some of the faux fur was rubbing off the costume from the tight embrace..he struggled to say something, probably his name, but Gobbles didn't catch it or really care..
The large roo took his camera in his non hugging hand and held it out fully and up, aiming it down, the others knew instantly what was going on and squished together even more to get into the frame....what the wolf had no idea of knowing was Gobbles suddenly putting his mouth over his head as the flash went off. “Click!” The wolf flailed between the two tubbyies. Pushing this way and that.. “Click “The wolf bucked almost out of his suit.. ..”Click” The wolf lost his headsuddenly as Forte noticed and tumbled out of the Roos grip laughing at the sight of the wolf head in the Roo face with a very embarrassed suiter gesturing at his head where his faux wolf head should be..the man gave the clumsy looking fat roo a dirty look and grabed the head back from the maw.. noticing the dampness .
“What did you guys spend on those suits to do that.” The grumbling wolf suit owner said as he winced, putting on the head again..”And I'm a WOLF, your a kangaroo..I'm sorta like a big Dingo, I should be eating you, just like the Forte..”
“I think drool looks good on your face. “Forte laughed..”You deserved it! “ he laughed brightly
“At least its just warm water..it should dry out... but thats not cool...Gobbles... fatty. “The wolf said..
Gobbles didn't say anything, but the words that just came from the wolf fellows lips settled deep in his stomach, keeping the suits head when he ate a fellow suiter would be a real nice memento... maybe hanging the guys badge on an ear too..something like that.. he murmured to himself and just smiled dopeily down at the irate wolf..(insert meals name) was a very nice name for supper.. The wolf fellow punched him in the pillow gut and grunted before leaving the two behind.
“Gobbles is it..” Forte said happily looking at the Badge around the roos neck. “I can see why.” he laughed and patted the roos shirt. Gobbles just stared..how did they do that kind of facial work..... “Tough to talk in it I guess right.” the Boat said.. “Its okay, I think its better like that..”He said with a smirk before hugging the massive pillowed belly, almost sinking into it.. “So soft...
Gobbles hugged back,wrapping his hands around the boats behind and clumsily feeling up a meal he'd have to arrange to be delivered far deeper than the the pillow hug.. his surprisingly agile fingers did work without the boat knowing as well lifting the well to do suiters wallet from the little fanny pack he wore..

“Hey, I'm going to go get some dinner, the wolf guy said he was treating me, hope he still is after that drool thing, wanna come?”Forte asked.
Gobbles just shook his head no and made gestures to his head, getting the point across that he couldn't eat in the suit despite the hungry name, and the antics before..
“Aww..thats to bad....Hope I run into you later. “Forte said happily and rubbed his suits scrumptious looking furry tum before bounding off..
Gobbles was amazed at how agile he was in those hooves..and that suit...he smelled so...real..he hoped that suit would taste as good going down as it smelled. He hoped he wasn't drooling to obviously...

While his meal gutted itself on foot to fatten itself up and make it more bouncy Gobbles did have some time to kill, a quick look through the boats wallet seemed to be the easiest choice. He took a seat on the fountain and unconsciously swished the water with his tail,. Nothing out of the ordinary in the wallet, some money, a couple credit cards..ohh his hotel key card...wasn't in the main con hotel, but the silly boat hadn't even taken it out of the little sleeve they put card in...the one with the room number... very nice.. oh..and wallet sized photos of his family as well... They look like his suit..must be a family of them, all suiters. He couldn't help but give them the names of “Elevensees” and “Teatime Crumpet” with nothing else in the wallet of note he stored it in his dufflebag and stretched slowly, taking a big yawn. He then noticed his wet tail and grunted in frustration. He still had to work on not doing that when intrigued and excited..

“Hey.” a voice said, causing him to look up. “Could me and my friend get a photo with you. “ Gobbles blinked a few times and focused his frame of view on a guy and a girl wearing light blue jackets, apparently sports fans with a kangaroo standing with a foot on a soccer ball logo, he had no idea where that team was. The show must go on so he nodded vigorously and got to his feet spread his legs bowleged and put both arms out wide for a double hug.

The pair squeezed in tight against his side, feeling the slightly less padded area of his gut while he held them close to him..then realizing he had no hands free for his camera either.. thankful the woman did and just like he had done with his soon to be food she took a selfie of the three of them. “Could you take a few more sir?” She asked.. “Were just huge Kangaroo fans...” Gobbles melted under the compliments and ended up in a what felt like a photo shoot, he got to put one under his footpaw,,drool on one, and a dozen or so other poses with the joyful couple. He snuck a few sniffs and even a casual taste of them during the poses. Nice people, but he preferred other flavors, and thus waved them goodby without even picking one pocket..

Gobbles figured the dinner must be finishing up soon.. activities at the con were going to be starting up again..even just socializing was better than having dinner with one..he had hoped boat and wolf suiters made up... it would be eaiser..however if they saw him just lurking like some sort of weirdo waiting for them things would get awkward..they would of course at some point, but no need to before it was just awkward walking with them inside... He quickly endeavored to make his way to a small dinner on the street and ordered himself the largest ice cream float they had to enjoy while he watched through the window. Tonight he would stalk prey like primitive roos did, tommorow he'd be the civilized one and just go people snatching..

He was almost done with his float when he noticed the pair emerge from the hotel, apparently in good spirits, his eyes watched there moments.. there was a mild argument, the pantomime was easy enough to pick out. The wolf suiter wanted to drink more. Forte apparently didn't, after a few more minutes the two split up.

Gobbles had to make a quick decision now, man or suit. He knew he didn't want to ruin the illusion of the boat by seeing what was underneath. It was the sweetest of mystery meals that couldn't be spoiled...He definitely wanted him inside much more..however..the boat smelled...good..and strong..and would be easy to find again. He could track by nose but wasn't a bloodhound..the guy in the suit's smell just blended in with countless others..and since the suit wasn't A class he probably was going without a lot too...Maybe he should have remembered the name.. He wanted to eat him..but... there was plenty of food... but then things settled themselves, the boat wandered carefree back to the main convention were lots of people would be admiring the wonderful suit, with good reason... and make it hard to eat..while Mr..wolf was on his way solo.... probably to a bar....and apparently right down the street where he was enjoying his shake as well. Gobbles finished his shake and put the ceremonial mug it was safely in his duffle and moved out for his meal.. his stomach rumbled like thunder under all those pillows when he squished through the diner door again and into the crisp night air.

He just caught the name on the badge as the fellow went by him, Lupus Mange, Badge was rather nice actually big and bold, confident. The sloshed fellow had not even noticed the heavy roo... by the smell.. he seemed to have already enjoyed a few drinks during dinner. Mr. Mange had had a final drink for the road... Gobbled motored quickly behind him, heavy footsteps thumping to close the distance.. the light was red... the wolf stopped...”Hey” Gobbles said.. and succeeded in failing to stop short, smacking Lupus Mange with his pillowed stomach just as he was turning around, causing him to stager into the empty street.
“What the fuck. “The guy said bleerifly, wobbling..”You,what are you doing here, you got a lot of nerve.” He gave the tigershirt a punch , Gobbles couldn't even feel it through the pillows. “You made my head smell.. “The guy staggered again backwards, then forwards. “Even a first timer knows not to touch like that..” He struggled to keep his focus on the big roo..not hard really.. Endeavor was just taking it.. circling slowly and backing up into the alley. He just pointed to his face and held his badge in an attempt to explain it while he back-peddled submissively into the alleyway behind a drugstore. Lupus followed through, moving uneasily into the shadows more and more. He was belly to belly, and against Gobbles that was a loss for any man. “I can try to eat Forte..He's MY roomie, Not yours,and I'm a preda...” his last words were knocked right out of him...

Gobbles had the guys full attention on his face, and maybe his stomach, so there was no way for him to realize how agile the “Fatties” feet really where, and a quick sweep of his left knocked both of the guys out from under him, or the sudden forward swing of his large right paw to grab him around the middle leaving him dangling by the one powerful roo paw before he knew what hit him.

Gobbles first action was of course to bite the head of the wolf...the wolf head, leaning and lifting at the same time he planted his drooly jaws on the suits head and bit down firmly, letting the drool sink in for a few seconds before he pulled his head back and unmasked the man on purpose this time, flinging the damaged wolf head to the ground near his feet. Before smiling down ravenously at Lupus Mange
“What the fu” The man said, flailing and kicking the massive belly... it was an impressive show of heavy kicks..but kicking pillows always was like that...and just a show.. “What are you..God damn doing.” Lupus said. Kicking at the stomach hard as he could. Flailing like that of course isn't what suits are made for..and after three more kicks he lost one of his feet. “mrghrr” he fumed.

Gobbles licked his chops and put his spare paw on his badge..and bapped Lupus Mange on the head with it firmly, then patted to stomach and grinned hungrily down at him..

“You 'Tard” the wolf snarled.. let me go you.” His words were lost as he was shaken up and down, up and down, left and right, The strong roo only needing one paw to hold him, but added the other paw to grab him for the rag doll shake. Soon knocking loose the other foot, the handpaws, and the tail during the vigorous shaking..which on top of a recent meal..and rather a lot of drink...could have only made a mans stomach his enemy as well. Now without the limited view of the furry head the short haired mid twenties human got a much better look as those wet roo jaws came down and over his face, silencing his sudden scream.

Gobbles had manhandled the “pred” wolf easily and pressed him against a wall, blocking the various streetlights glare with his own body, the massive bulk made the wolfman pretty much vanish..before he would fully.. Gobbles rubbed his tongue around the mans face, stroking it over the features, The big roo sucked hard, plucking off the guys glasses and sending them down to his stomach, then slurping lazily while moving one paw to shimmy off the fellows furry pants, letting them dangle a moment on the legs before dropping to the ground with the rest... leaving just the torso covered in the cheap “Rug” of a suit.
Gobbles eyes looked over Lupus past his snout, the thrashes had gotten less vigorous.. happening every teen seconds now rather than constantly, While as a wolf suit he would have been a nice meal, the person inside was smaller of course...at this point Gobbles remembered he lacked those simple gags and tools.. forcing him to choose again... he couldn't get the suit off easily without spitting out the mans face for a short time..and that could lead to screaming not funneled down his gullet He couldn't cut the suit well with dull claws..and there was to much movement even if he thought to bring shears...bloodstains were bad.... He could try tearing it off, that might work..it might also snap the neck...that would be no fun at all....well.. very little fun.... the mans flavor was fine though, a meal, a good flavorful meal but nothing to write reviews about... he didn't need to savor every inch of him...The belly would power through anything afterall..eventually.. So... the furry wolf chest could go down with the man.. Lupus Mange would never see the light of the outside world again..and that would be that.. these thoughts went through Gobbles mind at a lumbering pace...which was why he seemed to paws and just savor the flavors for a few minutes before continuing on with his meal..drool dribbling from Roo lips down into the human's sole remaining bit of furryness.

When holding someones head in your own, you have a lot of control..and thus Gobbles only needed one hand to hold his dinner in place...and with only one hand busy ..what could you do with the other..the choice was obvious.. he got out his camera and flicked the switch to video rather than snapshot..and held it out above him...though hardly “Steady” for what he was about to do it would be miraculously steady indeed.. The shot length would be perfect.. he was very very good at knowing how to take selfies of where his own head was......and thus he tried to smile as his jaws gaped open and he'd fed himself some very very fresh “Wolf chops” gulp...gulp.. Lupus' thrashing head was burrowed into the roo's long neck as a nice small bulge...almost a dimple. He lazily pressed the man against his pillowed belly, almost sitting him on softgut,.squeezing his hand around the guys hips for a handle to shove with, each swallow made a faint jingling sound as his license bounced around his neck, a little holiday cheer for the meal..

Lupus Mange was beyond panicking, there was nothing like this, this was impossible, no cruel trick could be like this, he was being EATEN.. he liked to eat people online, that was fine, that was who he was, this wasn't right, this couldn't be a dream..he must be having an utter nightmare. He splayed out his fingers and struggled to stop his decent, muscles in the throat squeezed, the darkness of the gullet enveloped him in such steamy reality that he could never have imagined, he let out a yell “Noo..stop! Help” his words lost and echooing back on him from deep down, each swallow the fat roo made was felt right through him.. He couldn't fight a thought that he'd be a much better Rper...shame ..shame...Maybe..maybe it was just a sick joke... but how..”he tried to rationalize some reality into this as he bucked and twisted his body,feeling the drenched suit grind against his undershirt..soaking it and then pressing onto his bare flesh underneath.. “Please..”he let out a whimper lost to the digestive tract of the man eating roo. He winced as he heard the stomach rumbles down bellow..they seemed so real...something he loved...something he wanted ..but not from within.. he muffled a sob and kicked his stocking feet, feeling the wet slobber on his belly the roo's tongue roving around places without the protection of his fursona now. Lupus Mange couldn't become part of Gobbles persona..it wasn't right...

Gobbles did his namesake well, each long swallow taking more of the human down, now past the tasteless chestpiece of the suit he could enjoy his meal, feeling the big bulge slip into his gullet proper his tonge tasted the kicking legs, abs and so on, pressing him up against the palate and slathering thick drool all over to ease each swallow, the long slow gulps continued for his own pleasure and the selfie video his strong arm was taking the final exit of the guy behind Lupus Mange as he slipped on in, roo tongue curling around calves, leaving thick gooy drool trails glistening in the small flash of his camera..thick droplets of drool dribbling from the tongue as it posed for the camera before curling aound the mans underpants and helping tug the hips into the mouth.... this was only for show, the actual work of the gullet did a lot more..but no longer needed to hold..Gobbles was going to try to trademark “Stuffing” people in..so he put his big roopaw on the crotch and stuffed hard, shoving the man down most of the way then collecting both thighs and squeezing them together for another paw added stuff down into his very wide open gullet... He couldn't deny the showman streak deep inside him.

Tilting his head up as his arm moved in tandem he swallowed, letting gravity do the work in the final flourishing swallows, making sure to keep the camera well positioned, almost following the guy in to the stocking feet, just out of accidental kicking range. He made a few short half burps while the meal was going down just to shake and splatter his lips so droplets would land on the camera. It was long ago he upgraded to a waterproof model for this. He shoveled his head up and stretched on his toes a moment for that last gulp and sealed the lips. Swallowing...thenf feeling some kicks he opened again, playfully tongue wrestled the stocking feet and made a second final swallow to drive the man down properly into the abyss of his body bellow.. he let the camera drift down gullet to show off the bulge before he pressed the stop record. “just over 4 minutes of video... hmm” he mumbled to himself as he felt his evening meal slip down his throat and into that needy muffled roogut..

Lupus Mange landed roughly in the soft roo belly, feeling the thick walls pressing on him from all sides as she landed upside down and slid around the smiley floor of the belly a bit as he struggled to right himself, feeling the living organ sway around him, lack of fresh air was already making his head buzz, he struggled to kick with both legs but the stomach didn't give nearly as much on this side, he let out a wailing cry as he kicked again, “nooo.” the stomach hardly seemed big enough for that fat a roo... the thick layers of slime rubbed over him as he squirmed, so tired in the gurgling dark..he just had to wake up from this nightmare..just wake up...


Gobbles picked his teeth of a few stay wolfsuit hairs and admired the lack of bulge in his pillowed gut, he felt the guy squirm and kick inside, they almost all did He slid his fingers to the side of his belly, the place where he knew the pillows and blankets were fewest and gave it a squeeze, feeling the firmness inside, he let out a happy moan and gave it a pat “Food chain boy, Humans are at the bottom.. bottom of a bellah” He laughed to himself and looked about. He had eaten so fast, and almost silently when you got down to it.. no one the wiser... a perfect appetizer... his belly swelled a little from inside, making his puffed up shirt quite tight now, he'd have to adjust after his next meal.

He muffled a belch...wanting to be away from the scene before that... he collected the somewhat damaged and drool soaked wolf head and stuffed it into his duffle bag, he plucked the whole belt pack from the mans discarded furry pants and stuffed it in as well... He'd go through its contents later... another minute or so to collect the discarded suit parts can casually dropping them in the nearby dumpster, closing it tight over them. There was no body, no evidence of a crime... just a discarded fursuit..

The big roo smiled happily as he felt the struggle inside continue.. without another word he walked off, gurgling the snack while he plotted on how to snare a bunny...goat... he whistled a bit as he loped off, a few blocks away he chanced letting out a modest belch having purchased a two litter bottle of soda to chug as a bit of extra cover.... His eyes rested on the illuminated convention center, his stomach rumbled in agreement. It was time for Forte to meet a real predator...

Endeavor paused suddenly and thought of something, he glanced behind him and facepalmed.. his tail.. it had lost some of its spraypainted color... the fountain incident bit him in the ass.. He was such a handsome suit Forte might remember the tail being wrong....well..it wouldn't matter probally..but..”He lifted his head and looked at the buildings behind him.... “What was he thinking... The drugstore where he had his dinner... he could get it there... no... damn..it wouldn't be the right brand, he had to be picky..it WAS his fur... he had plenty back in his room... he'd fix it before the dance tonight..or maybe after..


Endeavor sat under a street lamp in the slowly getting nippy night air, splayed legs and lounging to savor the movements slowly weakening within him.. he slung his duffle back onto his bellypillows and pulled out his Meal Book again and reverentially turned the pages, past filled up ones to a fresh page, lines and columns already sketched out in fine purple ink, his own special pen came soon after, stored snuggly in a side pocket of the duffle, it was a proper pen with a small inkwell in the same pocket, stoppered and filled with a pumpkin orange ink. The roo slowly and carefully wrote on the first line in his book. “Lupus Mange, Devoured alive on..” and he carefully added the date in a fine flowing script before he put away his pen set again..he hoped to use it a lot more soon.. His stomach made a very satisfing * glurp glorp* noise, he carefully put away his Meal book and took a deep breath of air, he shifted his belly pillows back into shape and got to his feet after the short rest.

The roo's his fingers were about to close his duffle up he felt something vibrating inside...curiouisly he fished around and found his meals fannypack, quickly opening it he pulled out the phone, a fairly new model, a samsung, more he couldn't easily tell.... the person churning into roo fat was getting a message...his curiosity hardly satiated he swiped away the start screen to look at the texts that had come through....half a dozen in the last thirty minutes or so..all from Forte...
>Hey Lupus? I think I lost my wallet..I'm going back to the restaurant to look for it okay? Did you happen to see it?
>Lupus you there? I couldn't find, I checked the street as well.. Please say you picked it up by accident.
>Mange where the hell are you, answer your damn phone, I”m here without my wallet, and my card key was in it too..and my ID..how am I supposed to prove who I am.
>Lupus Mange you drunk, your ignoring me arn't you. I can't even buy myself any smores because I lost my wallet, I can't go back to the room where I had my spare cash either, Come on.
>Lupus,Come on wolf,I need help here, your the only guy I know, If you don't answer I'll have to ask a stranger, or sleep out in the cold.. they don't let people sleep in the public areas over night..Please Lupus...come on, I feel all alone with so many people..I'm hanging around that big statue in the west concourse... at least till the dance..

Endeavor couldn't have been smiling any wider and yet he wanted to, he got up off his ample rear and punched the sky, giving his pillows a slap with his other hand he let out a long deep laugh that jostled the weak man in his gut. He was beeing given so many blessings he couldn't count, he had the boat almost in his belly already, he knew just what to say to the poor fellow to get him nice and comfortable, little knowing that the only satisfactory answer to the evening would be digesting alive into another inch or three of roo gut... He knew exactly where to go.. He took in a deep breath of air and flicked a small charm on his right ear for luck...and to make sure he had enough..”Fuel”to play with his next meal a bit..

Endeavor had picked up a new trinket for this convention, a small beaker styled fuel gauge that measured how much belch fuel he had stored up inside him. He was told it worked by having a small sensor,which he swallowed before the con that measured how much gas was in the stomach..eventually over a week it would be dislodged from the stomach by the constant acids and need to be replaced, but till then it transmitted how much “urp” was left in his tank, and that was shown on the small trinket now hanging from Endeavors right ear like a gaudy piece of jewelery. It was a gift from his family and he was thrilled to try it out... In any case it had proven a conversation starter..and wuold be an ender when he had it filled to the brim...a bouncy bunny was sure to do that he figured while he trotted into the convention center, his tummy could hardly wait to gobble down that lucious suit he had only sampled earlier..

Forte was feeling sorry for himself, having sobbed for a bit while he sat waiting, muttering under his breath about how could someone who was supposed to show him the ropes do this to him.. his stomach rumbled very loudly, he had a good dinner but he didn't want to order desert back then, trying not to impose he ran his fingers over his round tummy and looked down at his hooves. Sniffling a bit. He had hoped someone walking by would help him out...but he had picked a section of the convention center with very little traffic... he hadn't know that the first night had fewer panels and events..so most were on the other side.. he looked up into the empty corridors and bleated saddly. Huffing a few tiems as he picked up his fancy phone, and then whimpering when he saw no reply.. He started to try to surf the net but didn't have the heart of it, he was at his first convention, he should be having fun, not surfing the net..

Gobbles licked his chops, Forte was there.. right where he should be, head down, all alone, giving off that same wonderful smell.. still wearing the whole sut from head to toes, the ears shifting back and forth..Plaintifly clutching his phone.. Gobbles thromped up happily and stood before him, swaying back and forth on his toes he waited for Forte to acknowledge him

Forte lifted his eyes and saw the first person he actually knew in hours standing before him, the fat roo he met earlier. He had been so low it did wonders to him.. he leapt to his feet and pounced, making a massive hug of the roo, almost knocking the fatty off his feet, leaning in “Oh GOBBLES!”He said happily, nuzzling the fur .”Its you, I'm so glad!” Gobbles gave his best confused look right back?”Oh Gobbles, I've had a rough day..you see..I lost..I lost my wallet earlier..it had all my money in it..and my Id..and my hotel key..and everything but my phone” He showed off his phone. “And my roomie, that guy in the wolfsuit is just drunk in some bar.. not even answering..” Forte climbed a bit onto the belly smiling again at the big roo.. “Just seeing someone I know helps..” he beamed.
“Oh dear” Gobbles said sympathetically. “Thats horrible, He's not answering your phone? Tsk tsk...texted?”
“Yes, Yes, I did that, I know he normally has things on vibrate..” Forte replied. Happy that his new roo friend was only playing being so limited in talking..
“And you have no money at all, at a con?”
“Well I have some back in my room..but can't get in till he's here.... or I find my wallet...or ID.”
“But your such a wonderful suit..i'm sure the people at the hotel would give you a key..can't be anyone like you..”
Forte sadly laughed. “That doesn't work.. I just have my badge, hardly enough to get them to give me a room key, and its under HIS name really..so I'm screwed...”His stomach rumbled loudly.
“You hungry?” Gobbles said.
“Yeah...There is so much FOOD around..but I can't pay for it...” he whimpered.
“You know they have free food for suiters at this con right?”
“WHAT..NO..what are you saying..” Forte bleated suddenly.”What. I never.” He watchd the roo chuckle..
“Come on then, Let me take you to the Fursuit nom room.. “he laughed..I promise I didn't eat everything there....
The boat gleefully grabbed at Gobbles tail hugging it. “Lead the way..!”
Don't move tail,for the love of god don't move tail, let the fat little butter ball play with your tail, your going to gobble him down real quick, just be thankful he didn't notice some of your fur paint washed off at the fountain. Were the thoughts that ran through the boat fishing roo's mind.. he said nothing but turned around smiling and settled both paws on his stomach and made a heavy belch. Then lead the trusting boat off to a room at the farthest end of the Concorse, He didn't need to consult his pocket guide to know what was going on there....

Forte's joy at finding someone he knew was tempered when he was lead to a room that looked normal..fairly small, and totally empty. As both roo and boat entered room 479 there was an intake of air, Forte almost went back to tears as he saw the roo turn around and make a taping wrist motion..
“Oh the time..the time..its 9:20” He said promptly and watched the roo slap his face and stagger back, and flop himself down on a large chair.. that tipped over from the sudden pressure “what? Wow are you okay” He added as he watched the Roo end up feet up.. getting a look at how well good the suit really was.. the boat was about to help but Gobbles righted himself rapidly
“I forgot the time.” Gobbles said. “They stop serving the free food at nine, they move it closer to the dances but it takes hours to set up, trying to keep non suiters from sneaking food its pretty locked down.
“Oh no..” Forte said.. “Did you get dinner..”He said in concern.
“I had a shake early and just a quick snack, I'll get something more filling soon” He repied glibly. I'm so sorry about disappointing you Forte.. .
“I...I'll manage..just nice to see someone I know.” Forte said..
“Hey Forte, I'm not going to let that stop me from getting you fed,I'm Gobbles, I eat everything, People give me free food if I work hard enough, I know I can score some, I think the leftovers go back to the kitchen and I know a guy who volunteers there, I'm sure I can get something.
“You can, I'll come..”Forte said, bouying up again.
“Better you stay here, don't want to make it to obviousl, they really shouldn't..but...hard to resist a Roo when he asks for food... to many and management might notice.. You just stay right here and I'll see what I can find.

In a warped way, Gobbles felt he was being robin hood tonight, he knew just what to get.. he had seen it early, for the midnight sponsor meal a huge platter of Smores was being prepared, folks were watching for people to nick one or two before the festivities. They would actually be waiting for someone like him to take the whole tray from the kitchen to the reception area...and thats what he did, just sauntering in, pointing wordlessly at the gargantuan platter and taking it without anyone even making the smallest complaint...he certainly got a few compliments on his suit though..again...A clever predator does his legwork....and thus such blessings as a boat down the gullet river would be rewarded..oh yes...

Gobbles opened the door too 479 with his foot, paws both holding onto the heavy platter he had to kick the door open and follow through with a ducking shoulder so as not to tip over the hard pilfered sweets... as he turned around he saw the sullen boat light up, bounding up and down on his hooves like a kid at christmass meeting Santa roo. Gobbles wordlessly pushed through the happy boat and set the platter down on the large high presenters table at the back of the room.. it was a nice big sturdy table, rather than the cheap chairs and such it was meant to stay the whole con.. he privately new “Stories” about the adventures such tables had experienced over many cons, but that was neither here nor there. He didn't say a word but watched Forte bounce.
“Oh Wow! Wow wow!..”Forte blubberd, eyes wide and grabbing smores with his bare paws and greedily stuffing them down his face..”You found THIS..” He continued to blissfully eat, stuffing them down by the two's and threes, sloppy stickiness dribbling from his lips.
Gobbles just watched, wetting his lips, even though his mind was confused..a suit like that, so fine and well made, he'd assumed they would be more careful with the sticky food... It must be expensive to clean..and repair.. The fellow just kept chugging, working his way through the platter with a proper gluttons skill..it was a huge platter though..meant to serve a hundred probably...the roo just watched as more and more marshmallow stickiness vanished into the blue and white mouth... He wondered if there was some machinery in the suit that let those facial muscles look so real... his stomach could handle that he was sure..The smell the happy boat was giving off made that deep ravenous hunger grow more and more.. it was hard to not jump him right now and gobble him up like he was pigging out on the sweets.

While Forte glutted himself Gobbles was finalizing his plan, he had almost two whole hours of pretty much private time, he had casually slipped the door lock on when he came in and would hear anyone trying to get in, but more importantly this room was supposed to be empty the rest of the night, leaving him as much or as little time to swallow up the marshmellow boat and digest him into a nice thick slury of soon to be rooffat..

“Ya know, That wolf guy who couldn't take a joke you were with, seemed to enjoy putting his mouth on your head...” Gobbles said.
“Oh Lupus, He's a dick, He left me alone here, but he likes to eat up people online..”
“Oh?” Gobbles said, a certain curiosity growing
“Yeah, big hungry wolf, thats how I met him.” Forte said casually. “Musta pissed his pants when you just put your mouth on his head like that.. It was so funny Gobbles.. just leaning over there and getting the snapshot of him.. He was pissed and embarrassed to be caught like that by you. “Forte chortled as his words became more slurred from the stickyiness building up in his mouth.”
“But he did it to you.” Gobbles said, playing the dummy.
“Yeah, well, its what he does, told you thats how we met. He fancies himself a big predator, and well I'm a bunny..and a goat...”He laughed messily.
“Oh.. so you think yourself as prey..” Gobbles let his tongue rove around his mouth a bit..
“Not to marshmellows!” Forte pivoted the subject and stuffed even more at once into his face, moaning in pleasure pausing only to rub his belly with both messy paws.. even more cleaning on that wonderful suit..
“I see..well, Thats good for you then.” Gobbles said as he sized up supper..
“It helped me know at least one person here yeah, though after tongight..” Forte grumped..and looked at Gobbles hungry stare..”What..” Forte mumbled.. Gobbles didn't reply, and closed his jaws so less of his drool would dribble on the ground. He watched the boat stretch over the table, then litterally climb onto it,laying on his belly to reach the far side smores, stuffing himself. The boat turned his head and and tried to speak but there was way to much smore in his mouth just weak half formed words escaped..

Forte was in a feeding frenzy, eating all he could reach, blissfully reveling in gluttony as paw after paw stuffed the smores in, he'd feel sick later, but that was future Forte's problem, eat eat eat, not grazing like a bunny, but eventually he noticed that Gobbles hadn't eaten even one... so he took one of the last dozen or so smores from his hand and offered it to the big roo.. There were no sounds as Gobbles leaned over, opened wide and gently fastened his maw around the boats paw.. sucking on it lazily, letting the tongue curl around the fingers, prying the smore from them and letting it fall into his maw and into the gullet beyond...Forte couldn't help but gasp at the look of the roos face, and the realism of the mouth. He couldn't imagine how it was done.. the drool felt warm..and a bit..different than pure water. The saliva on his hand made him tremble just a bit as the faux tongue stroked his hand and wrist before pulling back and letting his hand slip out...

“I like vore too..” Gobbles said.. “And showed off his big badge proudly. “And am a predator.” he added smugly.
Forte tried to reply but a thick sticky mass of melted marsmellows and chocolate had sealed his lips clothing, so he just cocked his head as Gobbled moved around him.. In this positon he felt a bit like a turkey on a table.. this was very much intensified when he felt the roos hands on him, pressing him firmly, feeling his cuvers, making him squirm a bit, agile fingers rubbing into his shoulders, down his spine, squeezing his tush and pawing his hooves. He giggled and kicked a bit at the touching before making a yelp as he felt his hands being pulled behind his back.. a glance back showed that he was being bound by....a laynard? Something you'd hang badges on.. one with just a lot of animals printed on it, a cheap thing you could buy at the dealers store for five bucks..but he tried to shift himself and pull free but his hands were tight together “Mrpph” he managed.. feeling uncomfortable....and uneasy. Realizing he shouldn't have said he liked being prey.... probally gave Gobbles the idea, he wouldn't know better, Forte would just tell him................. Forte realized he couldn't say much more than “Mrrph..so just started to shake his head and hoped it wouldn't be seen as part of the “Game”

His eyes watched the big roo lick his chops, take out his badge and give the boat a firm bop on the noggin with it before rubbing it on his big pillowy stomach, and then slowly let his tongue lol out showing off the wonderful mouth work the suit had, the how the heckdid he do that with the tongue..it didn't just flop and it was warm... and seemed alive when the big roo leaned over, sliding it slowly it over his trembling body, he arched his back a bit as it happened. He panted and wiggled, whimpering a bit and shaking his head, it felt like he was being tasted.. and much more...hungrily than Lupus had one..a dry toothless wolfhead was hardly a touch on this.. He let out a whimper and kicked his hooves out..trying to get the impression across that he didn't really like this game.. Especially the arms behind his head... flopping like a fish.. He craned his head ot look at the tubby roo as he smacked his lips and patted his gut with both paws heavily.
“Your a perfect Meal.” Gobbles said happily.. and stoked his stomach happily.. “I'm going to make you into fat..suit and all, I must say I can't believe a suit can taste so REAL... you've got good taste, and I should know. “Gobbles said smugly. “From your nose to your hooves your just going to be snuggly wrapped inside this manly belly” he flaunted happily as he slowly circled the very nervous boat. “All that nice fur..all that supple delicous flesh, just belch fuel and belly fat..”He gloated to the effecivly muzzled boat constantly shaking his head no, flopping more and kicking out with his hooves..

“Oh..I know you don't believe me...But its true, I'm going to eat YOU!.. and no one else will see that wonderful suit.. cause its just going to be roopudge... along with you inside.....”he playfully flicked the Boats badge with a finger, but since we have the same interests, I have something to show you..an exclusive..”With that he settled his dufflebag a foot or so ahead of the Boats face..and propped up his smartphone against it. He pressed “Upload” and let the boat watch....it was such a show he knew the boat wouldn't pay attention enough to realize his ankles were just tied together with another cheap laynard.

It couldn't be true, there was no way, he wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't he was staring at someone being eaten alive, it had to be real, the details were so clear, seeing his wolf suited roomie getting greedily stuffed into that same roo maw , scooped in so easily with one paw.. each little bite, each swallow..and ..and he was so damn proud he was uploading it somewhere... how could he... how could the caring roo do this.. Gobbles...he couldn't stop watching the swallowing of the roo... it was mesmerizing in its way, even on the tiny screen and the bad speakers it was more than enough.. He whimpered weakly when he saw the last of his roomie, those stocking feet slip down the roo gullet, watching that last heavy swallow and the ham smiling for the camera so smugly...so proud of eating a person alive..When it was over he had closed his eyes..and heard a massive belch far to loud for the speakers.. '
“Mmm..he was your roomie, now just my soft roo pudge, like your going to be, and don't you worry, I think he was an appetizer, your going to be a a wonderful meal... oh yes... and if you want, smile for the camera.. “ Gobble cackled as he put his camera atop the duffel bag, aiming it right at the boats face.. his pulse panicked as he saw the lens start to open and the little red record light turn on..

This was going to far..way way way to far. Forte thought, Beyond far, this was psyco territory, he had to focus he couldn't move his hands, and his hooves weren't good for much.. he twisted and turned and then noticed something on the chair ..yes..his phone his phone was on the chair near his head...he turned his head a bit, wincing at the odd angle as his ears draped over his phone..he shook his head once..looking lie a struggle..but no..he manged to press a button..9...then his eyes widened I horror Gobbles suddenly sat right on that same chair, catching his ears under the big roo bum and very obviously running the vain attempt to dial with an enormous buttdial that ended up somewhere in Main who thought it just a random obscene call..The roos massive gut was pressed onto his face... it was ..it wasn't firm at all.it was...pillowy... this close he saw the shapes inside the massive belly he admired were hardly flesh..just...simple pillows covered by a large shirt. He couldn't understand WHY in the least though..

“Nope, can't let you do that” the roo said as the bunnygoat murphed twisting his head to try to get his ears free. Surprisingly, Forte was able too and ended up rolling onto his back when they pulled free. He was in just as bad shape... and he saw gobbles holding his phone in one big paw, smiling,opening wide..and EATING it..the roo just ATE his phone..he ate his cellphone after pressing the video record button! He..He just ..Forte was flabbergasted as he watched the silver gleaming of phone rock on the tongue a few moments battered by teeth, crushed a bit by the jaws coming down then sliding down into the dark gullet like a lost lifeboat. “Did you like the view of my bum? Maybe some of your meat will end up on it “ Gobbles gleefully chuckled as the boat kicked madly at air, then wiced as his long ears were tied together in a knot. He was whimpering at the betrayal, desperately hoping this was some kind of horrible trick before the fat roo sat spread legged on the chair in front of him smiling.. nose to nose.. “And i'm not even going to Gobble you up face first.. .. you see... I want a certain photo of you and me together..”He said..and then closed his eyes and made a utterly tremendous belch, Brraaaaaaaaapp” it resonated and bounced around the poor boats ears,almost deafening him, and ended with a thickly smiley and gooy pockmarked badge landing right on his nose, between his eyes he was forced to stare at the slimey badge belongong to his roomy, the cocky wolf grin soaked with thick stomach slime, still ho

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