Dragged down the dark, wet tunnel of the taur’s second esophagus, Bianchi felt the mucus-like bile around him grow less viscous and more acidic, the powerful stomach acid in the foxtaur’s lower gut already nipping at and singeing his fur as he felt his muzzle squeeze through the tight aperture of the second gut’s entrance.

Wasd groaned, his tongue lolling out with a contented huff as he felt the thick, prey-stuffed lump of donkey meat dump into the stew of his lower belly; the intense weight causing his enormous taurgut to sag all the way to the ground and spread like warm pizza dough across the floor.

“Mmmmmm, there you go…right where you belong, my tasty little gutslut.”

Bianchi chuffed and whimpered as he pressed himself above the deep layer of acidic chyme that pooled around him; his prey-filled gut churning and gurgling as his own meal began to succumb to the same fate he quickly befalling him.

Clawing, desperate paws groped at Bianchi’s massive frame from below and behind; the donk’s prodigious gut and enormous ass smooshing Wasd’s previous prey against the constricting walls as they heaved and tightened, eager to ball them all up as the calorie-dense dinner they were all destined to be.

Utterly satiated and anchored to the floor, Wasd belched again, feeling his belly crush even tighter around the squirming meals inside him; a smug look on his face as he patted his rotund gut and teased his precious donk with what little time he had left.

“My lower gut is a pretty aggressive place, sweetydonk. Better hurry if you’re going to rut your last inside me.”

Wasd’s gut squeezed like a vise around Bianchi, pressing the prey trapped with him deep into his crack and against his belly. Braying calls of joy poured out of the donk's muzzle as his breath grew short and raspy; the stale, acrid air thinning considerably after each of the foxtaur’s meaty belches.

Bianchi could feel his lover’s greedy paws wander over him, joyously exploring the bulge such a hefty meal was making. Each touch was electric as Bianchi soaked up the affection of his loving foxtaur. The endless burning sensation that gnawed at Bianchi’s flesh and fur went almost unnoticed as the foxtaur’s loving hands pressed against him through layers of flab that he would soon be a part of.

Lust overcame the rasping, wheezing donk as he accepted that he was nothing but food now, his burning muscles driven by pure libido to buck and hump against the soft, fleshy walls that threatened to break him.

Wasd rolled onto his back, using his massive forepaws to knead and dig into the slowly softening mounds in his sprawling taurgut, his words gentle and reassuring as he whispered his final words to his beloved donkey.

“Such a good boy, Bianchi. Your foxtaur is so proud of you for being his delicious, filling meal. You’re going to have me beached for days, my love. Your hefty, meaty hide churning into thick slabs of flab on my flanks and sagging my pendulous gut. Rut inside me, sweetydonk. Blow your final load before I crush you into the gut-sludge you’ve always dreamed of being.”

Whimpering as his air supply ran dry, Bianchi drove himself over the edge, his last breath uttering the words that he endlessly whispered to his foxtaur night after night.

“I….I love you…”

Completely and utterly dominated by the greedy apex predator he adored, Bianchi’s loins flared, filling the caustic chamber with thick, pent-up donkey seed that filled the constricted gut to the very top, subsuming the now motionless prey within.

UUUAAAARRRRRP!

Wasd let loose a final, triumphant belch, expelling the donkey’s dying words in a window rattling expulsion that reeked with the stench of digesting meat and cum. The massive foxtaur went slack, settling into his bulk as his colossal paws rubbed and kneading his popping, gurgling gut, his mind swimming with predacious lust and warmth for his loving donk.

“I love you too, my precious donkey. And now you can be with me forever, always wobbling on my rump and sagging heavy off my gut. When others praise my girth, they’ll be praising you. When my meals are entranced and whimpering before my mass, they’ll be whimpering and begging for you. You have made your foxtaur happy beyond words, and I will never forget you.”

Laying on his side, Wasd gently nodded off to sleep, cradling his massive gut the same way he cradled Bianchi in his arms night after night as they spoke sweat nothings to one another and dreamed of this this very day.

Binding together as one flesh, the two lovers dozed together for the last and first time, both happy beyond measure.

-End

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