Cameron loved his job. In his opinion, it was one of the best occupations he could have possibly ended up with. Being a predator livestreamer was not only outlandishly easy, but also remarkably fun. All he had to do was find some person willing to be prey for a large audience, and then he’d devour them on camera. The feeling of the prey slipping into his belly, pushing out his insides and squirming as he digested them into pudge on camera was incredible. And people paid him to do it! Horny folk crowded into chat, hoping to have their name read out by the gray-furred cat, and Cameron was all too happy to provide his audience exactly what they wanted.
  However, this job had one major downside: the weight gain. While Cameron was sure that his fans would love to see his rump expand with layers upon layers of fattening prey, the cat existed outside of his bedroom. Navigating out of his studio apartment was difficult if he gained too much weight, especially if his lighting equipment was set up. On one occasion, he found himself incapable of fitting out of his doorway (that was the last time he invited more than 5 people over). Plus, despite his online persona as Lurke, Cameron was incredibly shy. As soon as his glasses and clothes went back on, he was a recluse who spent all his time indoors. When he ventured outside for groceries or shopping, he hated the attention his ass brought to him, and would frequently wear hoodies just so that no one saw the cat’s face attached to his jiggling butt.
  The combination of consistently eating too many people and not liking the results of his hubris led to Cameron walking through the rain to the Ozhalk City Gym. As he entered, he yanked his hood over his head and pulled the hoodie strings tight so no one could see his face. Of course, he couldn’t see anyone else, which resulted in him showing his membership card to the vague direction of the receptionist before walking into a wall. The receptionist, meanwhile, was not paid enough to deal with this, allowing Cameron to correct his path and head to the locker room.
  The cat stumbled his way past multiple muscular men as he made his way to a bathroom stall, which he locked behind him. With “privacy” achieved (there was a two foot gap under every stall wall), the cat stripped off his hoodie, shirt, shoes, and jeans. Reaching into his bag, Cameron pulled out his gym clothes, which were effectively just a pair of yoga pants and gym shoes. The feline’s refusal to remove his hoodie, even while exercising, meant that he usually preferred to wear no shirt. The cat grunted slightly as he struggled to pull his yoga pants up and groaned as he saw just how tightly they fit around his hips… The dark gray article of clothing left nothing to the imagination, but for the gym, Cameron needed something stretchy and comfortable for exercising in and sadly, these pants were the only thing in the cat’s closet which consistently fit.
  After spending five minutes attempting to adjust his pants so his ass’s curvature wasn’t perfectly mapped and another five minutes of bracing himself, Cameron stumbled out of the stall, his ragged, well-worn orange hoodie still covering his face. The cat nearly ran into a bear twice his height, but continued on his way to the treadmill section. As he arrived, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and plugged his wired earbuds into the aux cord. With near surgical precision, Cameron slid his arms into his sleeves to push earbuds into his ears without uncovering his face. The cat then slid his arms back out to turn on his music and put his phone in his pocket. With an invigorating tune playing, his face covered, and a treadmill resting in front of him, Cameron could start losing weight. He turned the treadmill on and began to run on it.
  Of course, as the cat ran, he was blind and deaf to the outside world, left with only his music and the task ahead of him. As Cameron ran, an audience formed behind him: a white wolf in the bench press section of the gym, staring at his behind with a mixture of perplexion and arousal. On one hand, the hooded figure running in front of him had the most shapely rear he’d ever seen, but on the other hand, they were wearing gym shoes. Most people have hooves, talons, or paws, which don’t need shoes… Maybe the figure was a shark? What do sharks have as feet? And wouldn’t they have a large tail if they were a-
  “JAKE! HELP!” The wolf was snapped out of his thoughts as he suddenly realized he was supposed to be spotting for his friend. Lying down on the bench in front of him was Brad, a tiger who was currently struggling to get a 240 pound bar off his chest. Jake’s arms shot down from his sides and helped pull the bar off of the tiger and onto the rack. The tiger was ridiculously muscled, even more so than Jake, but apparently not enough for twenty 240 pound reps. As Brad sat up, he panted and wiped his brow, turning to face the wolf, “Fucking hell, man, what the hell are you distracted by? And can’t it wait until after the bar is off of me?”
  “Sorry, sorry, I got distracted… That uh, chick in front of us is wearing gym shoes.” Jake attempted to explain, unsure which gender to use for the cloaked figure.
  “Why the fuck would that matter more than the bar crushing my ribs?”
  “She also has a fat ass.”
  This got Brad’s attention, and he cautioned a glance at the treadmill section before diverting his eyes. It was rude to stare after all. “That ass is nice, but I think spotting matters more.” The tiger cautioned a second glance. “I also don’t know if that’s a girl.”
  “Oh come on now. Girls have bigger hips than dudes, and this girl’s hips are bigger than anyone’s I’ve ever seen…”
  “What about predators?”
  “This girl is like, 5 foot 8. What the hell could she eat? Two micros?” The wolf paused and watched the jogger again. Those hips were absolutely enormous, she had to be a she… And based on her tail, she was also a gray cat. Watching those hips sway as she ran, her tail swishing back and forth, it was hypnotic. Eventually, Jake spoke again, “Dare me to ask her out?”
  Brad thought for a second before grinning and saying, “Do it.”
  With Brad’s encouragement, Jake confidently walked towards the perceived thicc woman. Cameron, meanwhile, was getting to the final chorus of one of his favorite songs and could not see or hear a thing. Jake’s flirtatious one liner (which is too corny to be repeated) was seemingly ignored. A more polite man would have taken the hint and walked away, but the wolf was more curt than courteous. The wolf tried another corny line, but found no success. Finally, he reached his hand out and tapped the cat on his shoulder.
  The cat was so invested into his own little world, that when the outside world suddenly and rudely invaded, it was enough to startle the feline. A yelp escaped his lips, his feet lost their footing and the treadmill flung his legs out from under him. A THUNK rang through the gym as Cameron’s shoulder slammed against the treadmill before being flung off of the belt in a comedic manner onto the hard linoleum floor. As the cat waited for the world to stop spinning, Jake’s hands covered his mouth and his eyes sprung open in horror.
  “Oh shit oh shit oh shit I’m so fucking sorry!” The wolf said, moving quickly to the cat’s aid. People were turning to look at the source of the thump, but only Brad rushed to help the two of them.
  “Shit, man, you’re not supposed to literally sweep her off her feet!” Brad commented as he got on his knees across from the wolf.
  Jake scowled as he propped Cameron up with his arms and responded disdainfully, “Real fucking funny, Brad.”
  Cameron, meanwhile, was recovering quickly, but his music was still blaring in his ears, so he could not hear the two misgendering him. But, his hood had opened enough that he could see two figures looming over him through his fogged glasses, and he could also feel a muscled arm holding his upper body up. As the fog cleared, he saw two absolute hunks talking as they looked over him… He couldn’t hear anything, but his heart skipped a beat as the tiger leaned over him, allowing the cat to see his defined muscles through his tight-fitting shirt. His breath almost instantly fogged up his glasses again as his breathing became heavier.
  “I can feel her heart beating faster, what does that mean!?” Jake asked Brad in a panicked voice.
  Brad looked at the cat thoughtfully and paused to think. “Try hugging her closer with your arms.” The tiger suggested.
  Jake did as he asked cautiously. “Her heart’s beating faster now!”
  Brad grinned as he looked over the cat. “I think that means that she wants you.”
  “Really? Really!?” Jake asked excitedly looking down at the cat, “So uhh… How would you like to go to the locker room with me for a little private time~?”
An awkward pause followed this question as the cat simply savored his time within a hunk’s arms, before he suddenly realized he was asked a question. He slid his hand into his pocket, pulled out his phone and pointed to the aux cord attached to it before pausing his music. Brad identified this as the universal sign of, “repeat the question please?” and spoke, “Jake was asking if you want to go to the locker room with him for some ‘private time.’”
Cameron, of course, nodded emphatically. Jake’s face made it look like he won the lottery, and he quickly followed up with his own question, “Hey, is it okay if Brad joins us?”
The cat nodded with even more force, and the two friends looked at each other excitedly. Brad excitedly remarked, “I know of a good place in the locker room, follow me!”
Cameron prepared to stand up, but he found Jake’s arms slide onto his back and under his knees picking him up! The cat’s heart only beat faster as he felt himself get carried by two hot, muscular arms to the locker room, and he had to wonder if he was dreaming right now.
As the two entered the locker room, Cameron’s heart only beat faster… Would they use condoms? Or just go raw~? Brad checked the locker room and was satisfied to find it empty. The tiger eagerly led the infatuated cat and horny wolf to the backroom where the showers were. It was a spot that, while lacking any type of privacy between the shower heads, was isolated from the rest of the locker room. And since it was a quiet day at the gym, all Brad had to do was turn on a shower head nearby, and there was a 99% chance no one would discover them! As Brad turned on the shower to drown out the noises of sex, Jake set the cat down on his feet and stripped off his shirt! Even with the small hole in his hoodie and his fogged up glasses, Cameron could feel his heart trying to escape his chest as he saw the rugged, chiseled body of the white wolf. He stood a full three feet taller than Cameron, and grinned cockily as he saw the cat stand awestruck of his body. “Well? Wanna show us your cute little face~?”
The cat nodded enthusiastically and untightened his hoodie, stripping it off to reveal his naked torso and… Very un-feminine face… In fact, one could even call it masculine! Jake’s face morphed to a look of horror, and Brad burst out into laughing! Cameron’s face fell at this strange reaction. For the first time since they’d met, the cat spoke up with his (relatively) masculine voice, “Err… What’s wrong?”
Brad only laughed harder, his paws falling to his knees while Jake’s face burned bright red. “I fucking TOLD you, dude!”
Jake’s face twisted into a mixture of shock, disgust, and anger! “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!? He didn’t tell us he was a dude and he didn’t even speak until now!”
Cameron’s face began to burn bright red with embarrassment as he realized what had happened. He protested, “Well, you guys didn’t ask for my gender!” They still technically hadn’t, but the cat was far too embarrassed to bring up. They still technically hadn't, but the cat was far too embarrassed to bring that tidbit up.
Brad continued to laugh hysterically, delivering a line in a mocking tone, “Oh her hips are too large to be a dude’s! She has to be a girl! No dude could possibly be that wide-hipped!”
Shock and disgust lifted from Jake’s mind and was replaced by outrage at the laughing tiger. “You thought he was a girl too! You AGREED with my points!”
“Uhh… I-I’m right here…” Cameron interjected quietly, but the argument continued.
“Oh, so it’s MY fault that I didn’t call you wrong?” Brad replied, his jovial nature gone from his voice.
“Well if it’s not YOUR fault, it has to be mine or the gay boy’s, doesn’t it?” Jake countered.
“I-I… I d-didn’t…” Cameron’s voice grew quieter, and he wished he still had his hoodie on, so he could just hide from the world around him…
Brad’s voice increased in volume as his anger grew! “You’re damn right it’s your fault! You tripped him up and didn’t even pause to ask why his face would be covered!”
Jake’s face grew so bright red, it rivaled even Cameron’s! “Well EXCUSE ME for not thinking that a covered face means that a runner is A FUCKING F-” As Jake shouted, his hand shot behind him to point at the cat, but suddenly felt his hand get enveloped by something warm. The wolf’s expression remained hardened, but his voice softened, “What was that second theory for why someone would have such large hips?”
Brad peered over the wolf’s shoulder, and saw that the cat, in his complete and total embarrassment, currently had Jake’s paw in his mouth! [i]If you like my hips so much, why don’t you become a part of them![/i] Cameron thought to himself as he gulped! “That he’s a pred? Yeah, but you shot that one down too since he’s ‘too small to be a pred.’” Brad suggested unhelpfully.
Jake’s voice suddenly increased in volume again as Cameron swallowed, bringing his hand deeper into the cat’s throat. “Oh, so it’s MY fault that I’m getting eaten right now!?”
Cameron gulped again, pulling his maw up the wolf’s right arm, sliding his elbow into his hungry maw. Meanwhile, Brad responded curtly, “Of course it’s your fault! It’s your fault that you didn’t even CONSIDER my suggestions!”
Jake felt his arm get pulled deeper in by Cameron’s hands, making him slightly off-balance, but his anger was too great to care that his whole arm was in the cat’s maw. “Well, then I guess it’s YOUR fault that you’re getting eaten too!” The wolf shouted, his left arm grabbing Brad’s wrist!
Brad attempted to pull away from Jake’s grip, but found himself getting pulled towards the cat as Cameron swallowed! “Let go of me you spiteful fuck!”
If Cameron was eating the wolf under calmer circumstances, he would have paused to taste over the wolf’s fur, or graze his tongue along those perfect muscles… It was a shame it wasn’t a calm situation, as the wolf’s fur tasted faintly of cinnamon. Regardless, the cat was embarrassed and in a public place, so he worked quickly, sliding his maw up to the wolf’s shoulder. Jake let out a disgusted noise of disapproval as he felt his paw slide into that gut, bulging it out slightly, but the wolf kept his grip on the struggling Brad. Cameron’s claws swung out and grabbed onto the wolf’s rugged chest as well as his back, pulling Jake to the ground! As the wolf’s rump hit the floor, Brad was pulled down too. Despite his lean appearance, Cameron had a good bit of strength that made it easier to gulp down large prey… The cat opened his jaws wide, and while Jake was facing Brad, the tiger could see the gaping abyss of Cameron’s maw open wide and pull the wolf’s head into it! The canine whimpered slightly as the cat’s swallowing pushed the back of his head down the constricting corridor of his throat. With some effort, Cameron fit his jaws around the wolf’s shoulders, pinning his left arm at his side. “JAKE! LET GO!” Brad shouted in a panicked voice as he watched his friend disappear into the small cat.
As Jake’s chest sank deeper down the feline gullet, Cameron let his tongue lick the wolf’s back, getting a good taste of the much larger canine. With a strong [i]glrk[/i], Brad was pulled closer to the cat and Jake’s chest was enveloped. The cat’s paws adjusted to grab onto Jake’s sides and pull him into his gut. Cameron’s belly began to expand with the vast amount of meat which rapidly entered it. The cat continued to ravenously gulp, despite Brad’s many protests. Jake, meanwhile, was feeling rather humiliated and cramped as his head entered the tight confines of Cameron’s churning cauldron… Swallowed by some wide-hipped femboy, that’s a real accomplishment. At least Brad had to share this accomplishment with him. The tiger, meanwhile, got onto his feet and pressed his left hand against the smaller cat’s face, trying to pull his right hand away from Jake’s iron grip. Cameron found this unamusing and opened his maw wide to let Brad push his own paw in! The tiger let out a startled noise as his hand was suddenly covered in a warm moist sensation, and the sensation was only pulling him in more! “W-wait! Err, cat! You can stop now, I get your point!” Cameron rolled his eyes and gulped down Jake’s belly, [i]Why can’t you get swallowed down with the same grace as your friend? I’m embarrassed too…[/i] As the wolf’s abs disappeared into his maw, Brad felt his hands get tugged into the gaping, insatiable jaws. The tiger found his arms pinned against his former friend’s hips, which quickly slid down the cat’s throat!
As Jake’s hips worked their way into Cameron’s squirming, enormous belly, the cat began to feel a bit full. Even with only Jake’s torso inside him, his belly almost touched the floor! But… Letting Brad go would mean a very awkward situation would be at hand, and Cameron was unsure if he could deal with more embarrassment today. So, Cameron swallowed more, pulling in the wolf’s thighs and tiger’s arms! Brad grimaced as he felt his arms get pinned to the side of Cameron’s slimy throat as his head drew closer and closer to the dark abyss of the cat’s mouth. With a couple of [i]glrk[/i]s, Cameron fit the tiger’s head into his wide jaws along with the wolf’s knees! Brad felt his head slide into the cat’s jaws, before being pulled into the tight, wet throat while pressed between Jake’s calves. Cameron kept greedily swallowing, pulling in the tiger’s shoulders as well. The feline grabbed onto the tiger’s sides and pushed his rippling chest deeper in! As Brad’s head slid into his stomach, the whole of Jake was now contained within his enormous, distended belly! Of course, as Brad’s head popped into his belly, the tiger scowled and angrily declared, “This is all your fault.”
“MY fault!?” Jake rebutted loudly, and Cameron’s belly suddenly began tossing and turning as the two fought! But, the gray, furry stomach was still growing as more and more of Brad’s muscled chest slid into the cat. It felt like a shame to swallow down all this muscle and turn it into mere hip padding… Especially since Cameron would just work the padding back off at the treadmill. With a strong pull, Brad’s stomach slipped in! With the widest parts of the larger cat inside of Cameron’s throat, the cat pushed upward on Brad’s hips and flipped his legs into the air! Gravity worked to his advantage as the tiger’s hips and legs slowly slid allll the way into the cat’s stomach. His belly grew and grew, and began to stop moving as much as the walls grew tighter and tighter around the two. Cameron slurped down Brad’s calves, and with a final gulp, the larger cat’s paws disappeared into Cameron’s gullet, the bulge of his paws sliding down his throat before joining Brad in the smaller cat’s enormous gut.
As Cameron’s throat finally cleared of anything being swallowed down, he let out an enormous belch into the air of the gym, before leaning against his stomach, which was now just slightly shorter than him! The cat panted heavily, and finally felt his cheeks stop burning red. “F-fuck… Geez, I came here to [i]lose[/i] weight and you two forced my hand…”
  Jake lashed out, striking at the side of the cat’s belly, growled and retorted, “Oh, so you’re blaming it on us? Well I hope you like having a stomachache!” The wolf struck again, his fist pushing out against the walls of Cameron’s belly.
  Cameron, meanwhile, simply sighed and crawled on top of his belly, lying down on top of the two struggling gym-goers. “Oh come on, strike me with all you’ve got… I eat prey the size of you for snacks, and even the willing ones put up more of a fight than you…”
  Jake responded by punching and struggling even more, to which Brad responded, “Stop it, Jake, he’s clearly not gonna let us out or get injured if we-OW! You bitch, that was me!”
  “Maybe I meant to punch you, have you considered that?”
  “You little-” The belly brawl suddenly rekindled itself, limbs pressing out of the cat’s large stomach, but Cameron simply sighed and watched the fight continue. In all honesty, now that the deed was done, the cat was feeling much better. With no one around him except two mildly irritating prey, the feline felt no problem with enjoying himself. He purred and rested his arms on his belly, feeling the fight massage at his insides. It felt intoxicating…
  “It’s no use, boys~ No matter how much you dislike each other or me, you will both be sharing my hips, and I’ll have to find some other hunks to pound my voluptuous rear~” The cat teased, tracing his finger across the muscles of the meat within him.
  The fighting paused as he teased, and Jake asked, “What do you mean?”
  Brad responded, “He means that he’s going to get fucked while we’re padding out his hips.”
  “Wait, he’s digesting us?”
  “Did you get replaced by aliens? You weren’t this stupid yesterday, I swear.”
  “Why you little-”
  “Oh, can you stop arguing?” Lurked sighed as he asked, “Just relax… People sometimes pay money to get inside this gut, and you two got in for free. You ought to be grateful to be in there, churning and digesting until you get to be a whole lot of catfat… I wonder how my audience will react when they see my much larger hips on-”
  The cat’s teasing speech was suddenly cut off as he heard a noise… It sounded like a voice from outside of the shower room. Someone else was in the locker room! The cat let out a small terrified noise, and climbed down from his belly, quickly attempting to drag it to the corner of the shower room, hopefully far enough that no one could see him from the doorway. As Brad heard the slight Eep of the cat, he remarked, “Y’know, Jake, this cat seems to claim he’s some kind of bigshot pred but I don’t think he actually is.”
  Meanwhile, at the entrance of the locker room, a fox walked into the room. His name was Derek, and he had just gotten done with his recent workout. The red fox generally preferred to maintain a lean figure, and his weekly trip to the gym helped with this. However, the only problem with this routine is that Derek hated the shower. Due to his stature, he was almost always chest-height with a bunch of naked dude’s dicks, which is why he generally went on the slower days of the gym. Sometimes, he’d get the shower all to himself.
  Unfortunately, as he listened to the noises of the locker room, it appeared that someone was in the shower today. The fox sighed disappointedly… Maybe there wouldn’t be too many people today? He stripped off his clothes to reveal his lithe figure and walked to the shower room with his towel around his waist… Cameron, meanwhile, was standing in the corner of the bathroom, hoping that by some miracle the guest in the locker room would not notice him. However, immediately after Derek walked into the locker room, his head instantly turned to face Cameron, and his eyes widened as he spotted the large stomach of the cat!
  Cameron chuckled nervously, trying to hide his face behind his stomach. “Uhh… Meow?”
  Although, while Derek stood there shocked, his thought process was not one of disgust. The fox had, after all, spent many nights watching predator streamers… “H-holy shit… A real-life predator! I-I never thought I’d get to see one!”
  Cameron listened to the tone of excitement rather than disgust and cautiously peeked his head over the top of his belly. “Err… You like preds?”
  Derek moved closer to Cameron, clearly unwary of the cat’s large, still-squirming gut… Jake and Brad said some things, but only Cameron could really make out anything they said (plus it wasn’t particularly interesting). “Of course!” Derek exclaimed, “I watch pred streamers every night.”
  Cameron’s interest was piqued, and he moved up so that he was facing the excited fox. “Oh? Err… Do I remind you of any pred streamer?”
  The fox paused for a moment… Girly looking predator streamer with gray fur… “Rami?”
  Cameron sighed, “Well, I’m a cat and he isn’t, but I’ll take that as a compliment.” With nobody around except his meals and an adoring audience, confidence began to surge back into the feline. “Say, what’s your name?”
  “Err… Derek.”
  “Well, Derek, I’m sure you’ve seen enough predator livestreams to know what service is needed of you~” The cat teased, stroking the side of his large, distended gut and winking. The fox’s cheeks grew bright red in a frankly adorable manner, and he quickly moved forward to rub the cat’s enormous belly, feeling the kicks and punches going from within. “That’s it, Derek… Keep doing that~” Cameron continued, before letting out a loud belch coaxed on by the fox’s dutiful kneading. As the fox worked, the cat’s belly began to slowly soften… Areas which previously kicked out against Derek’s hands now only slightly bulged at him as he dug his fingers in. Cameron let out a sigh and leaned forward on his now soft, warm belly as Derek’s paws soothed it and coaxed the two jocks within to digest. “Good, keep going~ Help me churn away the meat…”
  Derek blushingly continued to massage the cat’s belly, watching as the powerful stomach reduced the two within into chyme, turning the stomach into a round, sloshy waterbed… The fox continued kneading obediently, only flustered further as Cameron let out a large belch. The feline chuckled as his belly shrank slowly and his rear grew. “Good fox boy~ If you keep helping me turn these two into hipfat, I’ll give a reward. Maybe I’ll let you play with my ass, or maybe even add you to-” The cat suddenly stopped as he heard his belly grumble loudly. [i]Or maybe not…[/i] Cameron thought to himself, beginning to feel slightly queasy with how large his belly was. He had eaten larger meals, but this one was the size of six prey and nearly twice the protein.
  Derek noticed the grumble and looked up inquisitively at the cat. “Is your stomach hurting?”
  Cameron scratched the back of his head nervously and spoke quietly, “A little bit… Although, it was a very large meal.”
  “I’ve seen preds that’ve eaten bigger.” Derek replied confusedly.
  The cat’s cheeks went bright red and he looked off to the side as he nervously spoke, “W-well, they were muscleheads and I’ve eaten bigger and I exercised recently… Plus uh, today has just kind of been an off-day and usually preds train before those mass vore vids…”
  Derek raised an eyebrow and seemed less allured by the cat. “Well, you certainly are much more nervous then what I would expect a pred streamer to be…”
  Cameron blushed deeply and suddenly felt an extreme desire to eliminate the embarrassing factor in front of him, but halted this desire as he let out a particularly large belch. As much as he hated the doubting of his skills, the fox was doing good work at helping the two within him digest into nothing but padding… Soon, Cameron’s stomach shrunk down until it could no longer touch the floor and as Derek continued to knead and push at the gut, it shrank further. Soon, the fox was left rubbing over the indignant cat’s slightly pudgy stomach! As he did so, Cameron let out a large belch right in Derek’s face. The fox was left blushing deeply, which caused the cat’s confidence to return… “Well, my nerves are calmer on camera, or when I’m surrounded by adoring belly worshippers~” The fox blushed deeply as the cat spoke to him and he concerned himself with massaging the now-full cat belly, eliciting further purrs from the cat. “My belly is empty, you know…”
  “Err, I know, just figured that it feels good…”
  “It does feel good~ You’ve really soothed my belly. But, it feels even better when it’s full, and I can think of a way to fix this emptiness…”
  Derek paused and blushed deeply, looking up at the cat. “Wh-what does that mean-”
  The fox had only a moment before seeing Cameron’s jaws open wide right in front of his face! The cat had done his calculations and Derek was definitely interested in being inside of his gut… Judging by how little the fox squirmed, it appeared that Cameron was correct with his judgement.
  With just one quick swallow, the cat’s trained throat pulled the fox deeper into his maw, sending his head deeper into him… Soon, Cameron was pushing the fox’s shoulders into his maw, savoring the flavor as he did. The cat’s paws grabbed onto Derek’s hips and pulled him deeper into his salivating mouth, swallowing down his chest. His tongue brushed across the fox’s belly and Cameron continued gulping, pulling Derek deeper and deeper in… As the cat moved past the fox’s bony hips, he began to slowly slurp down those legs, slowing down to give Derek the whole experience… With one final swallow, the fox’s paws slipped down Cameron’s throat, tracing down his neck and into his no-longer-empty belly.
  The cat let out a sigh of pleasure and rubbed his belly. “Mm… How are you enjoying this reward~?”
  Derek, meanwhile, found himself squished into the cat’s belly, surrounded by gurgling acids and squeezed by the tight walls of the belly. He felt far too flustered to utter anything except for a mild squeak as Cameron squished at his stomach some more. The feline sighed and leaned against the wall of the shower room, but as he rubbed at his stomach he decided he would take a shower. He walked over to the stream of water in the corner of the bathroom and stripped off his yoga pants.
  Cameron hummed as he let the hot water run across his fur, listening to the hiss of the shower and the gurgles of his large belly. He pushed his hands against the soap dispenser and rubbed his soapy hands across his fur, making sure to rub against his belly… As his paws dug into the large, gray stomach Derek’s struggling slowed and his form softened. The fox was slowly reduced to a chyme-y fluid, which flowed through the cat’s bowels and inflated his ass once more. The cat’s humming continued as he let the hot water run over his fur, down his back, and over his curvaceous rear. As his belly shrank and shrank it soon became nothing but a semi-pudgy paunch, while Cameron’s rear now swayed and jiggled with every movement in the shower!
  The cat reached behind himself and dug his paws into his soft rear end. It felt similar in size to two beach balls, but were softer and heavier, with the squish of bread dough. Cameron sighed as he felt the mass behind him and gave a slight swat to it, feeling it move and sway amidst the rain of hot water. “It’s just unfair that I enter the gym to lose weight and end up gaining more of it…”
  After he rinsed the soap out of the fur on his twin mounds the cat turned off the water and sighed, realizing he had forgotten his towel. Thinking quickly, he picked up Brad’s discarded shirt and began to use it to dry his fur. After a minute of thorough cleaning, Cameron’s coat was back to it’s fluffy state. He quickly threw the shirt off to the side and slid on his sweatshirt, but found himself struggling to pull up his yoga pants! He grunted and tried his best to yank them up his widened hips, but found significant difficulty. “Maybe eating Derek was a bad idea… But he deserved an award of some form…” Cameron mumbled to himself, looking back at his enormous rear that the fox had only widened with his contribution!
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled his yoga pants up and yanked his hood over his head. However, he paused as he began to tighten it over his face. Was hiding his face all the way really a good idea? Three people just disappeared into his throat, all because of a misunderstanding… Cameron loosened his hoodie strings and began to walk toward the gym again. From now on he would be a little more confident, at least enough to show his eyes.
But if anyone ever says his screen name in public he’s absolutely gonna eat them.